MORE TESTIMONIALS FROM EIGENERGER
The most touching part for many reading this forum is that young lady did not know what a hug was like till she was 20 years old ..All the love was directed toward the GURU and none for their own children.
It has been enlightening watching The Children of the Hare Krishna's documentary. I don't know why, but I always thought SOI was so different from ISKCON, maybe as part of the numerous lies we were told, but after watching that it really hit home. It was the same thing, just different packaging. Right down to being forced to watch The Day After (that frigging movie traumatised me for years), to rubbing people's face's in urine (we had cats, and that's how we punished them for their accidents, I though that was just normal until today), to realising that the main teaching was to separate parents from their children. I have a number of painful memories from my childhood. The first was my parents telling me they took me to see Chris Butler when I was a baby. As I sat there merrily chewing on his newspaper, he laughed and said not to get too attached because children will inevitably leave. I thoroughly believed this was why they refused to connect to me emotionally. Another memory was being told that as a small child, one of the slightly older boys rescued me from under a horse while we lived at the temple in NZ. It distressed me wondering why I was (being younger than 4) allowed to just wander around alone around farm animals without supervision. I could have been trampled to death. They just thought it was funny. And finally, the lack of physical affection. I remember being hugged for the first time... at the age of 20. I didn't actually know what to do because I'd never been hugged before, so I just stood there with my arms by my side while my non-cult friend tried to hug me. I always thought it was a failure of my parents. But now, seeing that documentary, I've realised it was the whole culture of that group, and I can't even tell you how angry that makes me feel. What AC Bhaktivedante and Chris Butler took from us can never really be quantified. And for what really? So ACB could create a religion where he got to be God, or so Chris Butler can have a mansion with endless footbaths and personal slaves?? I can't help wondering when do I get justice? When do I get to see Chris Butler and my parents and everyone else who willingly participates in this abuse, still, be held accountable for their actions. I'm trying hard to let go of this anger, because I know it'll just end up burning me out, but it's just really hard not to feel the anger.
The most touching part for many reading this forum is that young lady did not know what a hug was like till she was 20 years old ..All the love was directed toward the GURU and none for their own children.
It has been enlightening watching The Children of the Hare Krishna's documentary. I don't know why, but I always thought SOI was so different from ISKCON, maybe as part of the numerous lies we were told, but after watching that it really hit home. It was the same thing, just different packaging. Right down to being forced to watch The Day After (that frigging movie traumatised me for years), to rubbing people's face's in urine (we had cats, and that's how we punished them for their accidents, I though that was just normal until today), to realising that the main teaching was to separate parents from their children. I have a number of painful memories from my childhood. The first was my parents telling me they took me to see Chris Butler when I was a baby. As I sat there merrily chewing on his newspaper, he laughed and said not to get too attached because children will inevitably leave. I thoroughly believed this was why they refused to connect to me emotionally. Another memory was being told that as a small child, one of the slightly older boys rescued me from under a horse while we lived at the temple in NZ. It distressed me wondering why I was (being younger than 4) allowed to just wander around alone around farm animals without supervision. I could have been trampled to death. They just thought it was funny. And finally, the lack of physical affection. I remember being hugged for the first time... at the age of 20. I didn't actually know what to do because I'd never been hugged before, so I just stood there with my arms by my side while my non-cult friend tried to hug me. I always thought it was a failure of my parents. But now, seeing that documentary, I've realised it was the whole culture of that group, and I can't even tell you how angry that makes me feel. What AC Bhaktivedante and Chris Butler took from us can never really be quantified. And for what really? So ACB could create a religion where he got to be God, or so Chris Butler can have a mansion with endless footbaths and personal slaves?? I can't help wondering when do I get justice? When do I get to see Chris Butler and my parents and everyone else who willingly participates in this abuse, still, be held accountable for their actions. I'm trying hard to let go of this anger, because I know it'll just end up burning me out, but it's just really hard not to feel the anger.