Timesuck with Dan Cummins - 256 - Cult! Cult! Cult! The Aggressive Christianity Mission Training Corps

Episode Date: August 9, 2021

A very recent Christian militant cult, the Aggressive Christianity Mission Training Corps was founded in the late 1970s by married couple Lila and Jim Green. Lila would later change her name to Deborah, after the biblical prophetess of the God of the Israelites and the only female judge mentioned in the Bible. And she ruled her cult with an iron fist. And then, after decades of keeping her cult members continually worried about the devil and engaging in strange rituals like giving birth to spirit babies to become soldiers in god's army, Jim, Deb, and their son-in-law Peter Green were finally arrested on various charges of abuse, including sexual abuse of children. Today we explore the rise and fall of this sad, hateful little organization, and examine the popular fundamentalist, evangelical christianity it was born out of, on another cult! cult! cult! edition of Timesuck. We're donating $15,000 this month to The Wildland Firefighter Foundation. Since 1999, the Foundation has also provided emergency support services to the families of firefighters, seriously injured or killed in the line of duty. Families left behind, many with young children, often find themselves with few resources, and the Foundation steps in to help. Go to https://wffoundation.org/ to learn more. Watch the Suck on YouTube: https://youtu.be/TjnNkFsyhDcMerch - https://badmagicmerch.com/ Discord! https://discord.gg/tqzH89v Want to join the Cult of the Curious private Facebook Group? Go directly to Facebook and search for "Cult of the Curious" in order to locate whatever current page hasn't been put in FB Jail :) For all merch related questions/problems: [e-mail] (copy and paste) Please rate and subscribe on iTunes and elsewhere and follow the suck on social media!! @timesuckpodcast on IG and http://www.facebook.com/timesuckpodcast Wanna become a Space Lizard? We're over 10,000 strong! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/timesuckpodcast Sign up through Patreon and for $5 a month you get to listen to the Secret Suck, which will drop Thursdays at Noon, PST. You'll also get 20% off of all regular Timesuck merch PLUS access to exclusive Space Lizard merch. You get to vote on two Monday topics each month via the app. And you get the download link for my new comedy album, Feel the Heat. Check the Patreon posts to find out how to download the new album and take advantage of other benefits.

The Aggressive Christian Mission Training Corps. It's a mouthful of a cult name. Also our topic this week. They've also gone by the Holy Tribal Nation, the free love ministries and the life force team. That last one makes it sound like there was some kind of Avengers-esque band of superheroes. Definitely not superheroes.

Not super and maybe anyway. Except possibly super insane. Probably, definitely. A very recent Christian militant cult, Aggressive Christian Mission Training Corps was founded in the late 1970s by Mary couple Lila and Jim Green. Lila would later change her name to Deborah after the biblical prophetess of the god of the Israelites and the only female judge mentioned in the Bible. Oh, continual name changes. He'd been down that road before. And recently with the newwabi a nation of Moore's cult new name new profit or profitus identity and same old cult game

This name transition like most cult leader name changes was of course a power move It reflected Deborah's leadership status and the cult and her absolute authority Very rare and interesting for woman to be in charge of a cult so many dirt bags who make cult headlines or men I think it's because it's become easy because of so many men running coats. To think that the quote unquote fair sex is not capable of perpetrating acts just as fucked up as their male counterparts. Debra, they change her mind.

She would do so many horrific things to her community members, to her own families, to many of the children unlucky enough to grow up in the training corps compounds. That's compounds plural because the group moved around a fair amount due to undoctrinated, undoctrinate, excuse me, locals refusing to patronize their businesses or they'd move once they got into some legal trouble.

They'd eventually settled just outside the tiny little community of fenced lake New Mexico, population 42. Very small, very isolated, census designated place. You can't really call it a town, stretched out along a lonely, little-use state highway, not close to much of anything. Great place to get off the grid and reduce the number of ears and eyeballs. Pay attention to the crazy little backwoods

God game you're playing. And being a cult, what a weird game they were playing. May still be playing somewhat. Hard to tell if they still have any adherents or not. The heads of this particular snake have definitely been cut off and incarcerated, but their website, while not updated the past few years, still online,

aggressive Christianity.net. Interesting, reading material on there. I'd be surprised if a few followers aren't still out there scattered around, some probably living in or around Fence Lake, waiting for the end times a pock-aliptic battle Deborah had had them training for for so long. Partially based on the original structure of the Salvation Army, the aggressive Christian Mission Training Corps was originally founded in Sacramento, California as free love ministries. But it would not be a place for freedom or for love.

No surprise there, right? It would be a nightmare. As their little group grew, Deborah started wielding tighter and tighter control over her followers. As a cult leader, due, she claimed she spoke to God directly as one does as a cult leader. And that one day, members will be called to wage a holy war against demonic forces. And now she sits in prison. The big war she spoke so often of, you know, still of course hasn't come.

I have to imagine she's still mumbling about any day now, probably tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, to the few fellow prisoners and or prison guards who either have to be around her or are paid to be around her. Debra's armies members wore green berets and khaki military outfits and addressed each other by rank. Debra and Jim is their Brigidier generals, dead being the undisputed leader. You can find a lot of pictures and videos of them online and it is so absurd. It feels like an SNL parody of a weird cult rather than an actual cult.

Want to weird doomsday focus, loony tunes, playing army on the desert. The ACMT, oh my god, they have so many letters. The ACMTC flew under the radar until 1988 when a former member named Mars Schmeier successfully sued the Greens for forcing her to live for months in a storage shed with no better bathroom, punishing her for refusing to beat her infant and toddler. Spare the rods, spoil the baby who can't yet really understand why they're being hit. Forced of flee, the group tore down his commune and headed north and then south soon thereafter. And what would follow would be nearly 30 years

of abuse of more members. Finally, in August 2017, Deborah Green and her son-in-law Peter Green were arrested on various charges of abuse, including sexual abuse of children. Peter Green, a manager at the ministry's Fence Lake location, will be charged with a hundred counts of criminal sexual penetration of a child while Deborah Green also faced charges of child abuse, negligent abuse, and criminal sexual penetration. Of course, of course, those would be the charges. Why? Why do you call it so often end up in this exact same place? Digging into more wolves and sheep's clothing today, some snakes hiding in the grasses of some faithful. I find it so interesting that it's so hard to find examples of powerful men and cloak, secret society types,

molesting kids, all that pizza gate, QAnon, a tannic panic mumbo jumbo. Real easy though, to find self-righteous religious extremists doing that shit. Real, real easy time and time again to find people claiming to speak for the good God doing the devil's work. Maybe we should all worry less about the possibility of devil worshiping illuminati types, hiding in our communities and snatching our kids. Maybe we should keep a closer eye on the people sitting in the pews around us or standing behind the pulpit.

Deborah's daughter, Sarah, would be one of their, one of the main witnesses in her mother's ensuing trial. Thankfully in 2018, the group's leaders would be sentenced to prolonged prison terms. We'll follow a lot of Sarah's story today. Sarah's a bad ass. A boss bitch as a listener through that term out there a while back. I still love it so much. She's awesome.

Luckily Sarah made it out. Many others were not so lucky. Even Sarah still isn't entirely emotionally out. She still bears the psychic scar. She still struggles with guilt over not being able to bring her children out of the cult before so much damage was done to them as do other members. Let's get into the rise and fall of aggressive Christian mission training core and the insanity of Deborah Green in this week's true crime. Cult, cult, cult, militantist, fuck edition of Time Suck.

This is Michael McDonald and you're listening to Time Suck. You're listening to Time Suck. Happy Monday, meet Sacks, Dan Cummins, possible tool of Satan, definite idolatr, idolatr. For sure, proud worshipper of Lucifina and you are listening to TimeSack. Hail Nimrod, praise Lucifina, she's been good to me lately. A good boy about Jangles and Hale Triple M. Real quick, if I seemed negative at all about the Samaritan research last week, I do apologize. I was so damn tired, I didn't realize how tired I was.

Feeling very refreshed as of riding this. I got a vacation for the first time in quite a while. Randomly went on a tour of ancient Manot and Ruins and Crete on vacation between the last episode and this one. And talked to LinkedIn about the Samarians and early civilizations and with the tour guide. And was happy to know what I did. And to see Ruins built not long after theirs. And here in the tour guide, talking about how smart we meet SACs, meet SACs head to be back then to navigate the sea by the stars,

build without modern tools and blueprints, you know, have to figure things out without Google, make such incredible jewelry and bravely train for and wage war, you know, so long ago and figure out how to farm, store, trade goods, you know, give me an attitude adjustment. We can access more knowledge now, but we were also so, so smart thousands years ago.

I think I tend to be very dismissive of ancient intelligence. We had to be very smart to survive. I gained a lot of respect for our ancient ancestors, and I feel very humbled today. Happy to be human as well. Happy to be alive and appreciative of the many modern conveniences we have. Thanks to those who lived before us, right?

To people just building their knowledge generation after generation, toiling out in the hot sun, getting shit done. So the rest of us could enjoy, you know, modern opulence luxuries today like AC. So to the engineers, the doctors, the teachers, the construction workers, the truckers, the AC repairmen, and repair women, the shippers, the farmers, the shopkeepers, the cooks, the waiters, waitresses,

military, the artists, house cleaners, crop pickers. Everyone else out there working, creating, the artists, house cleaners, crop pickers. Everyone else out there working, creating, providing services that make modern life so great in moments. Thank you so fucking much. Hail to working meat sex and to the home makers who give them space to work and the retired who worked before them and the young who will work. Hail all of you beautiful bastards, many, many things.

Quick upcoming note for the tour, stand up tour, the symphony of insanity stand up shows. My whole career, I have made myself available after shows to sign whatever, take pictures, say a few words, sell tour shirts, albums, et cetera, been very appreciative of those who, uh, give their time to me after the shows. Unfortunately, that will no longer be happening for the foreseeable future for a few reasons. I personally am no longer worried about COVID. I've had it, I've had the vaccine,

I'm not around anyone who's vulnerable and I'm a greater good guy, which can come across as cold I know, but it's how I'm wired. I think it will be best at this point to open everything up in the name of saving businesses, slash the economy. For the future generations, I think a greater return to normalcy will be in the best interest

of a lot of people currently struggling greatly with their mental health. I think the media is selling irrational fear and creating more division than is necessary and their constant beating of the Delta variant wardrobe is frustrating to me. I think it's more about clicks and ratings than it is about science and health and safety at this point. If it bleeds leads, and COVID still bleeds, so it still leads. But that's just me. I understand you may feel very differently and have valid reasons for how you feel.

If you work in a hospital, you may feel very differently. If you work in a comedy club, you may feel very different. And since I've been lucky enough to have a lot of fans go to basically unregulated meet and greets after the shows, I've needed staff to help sell the merch, to take pictures, you know, whatever, to be there to regulate it, to keep things moving so we can get the setup for the next show. And I don't want to pressure staff into doing that if they're scared, concerned, whatever. I don't want to push my beliefs on them, you know, because we've maybe sold some tickets.

Now the managers are pressuring them to do something they don't feel comfortable with. That doesn't feel right to me. Also because of COVID, I haven't done standup for a year and a half. And I need time after shows to review material, get some food sometimes for the next show. Think about what worked, what didn't, how to fix it so I can do my job to the best I can. Things are just different now and I'm just happy to be able to tour. I apologize if this really bummed some of you out. I do understand, I hope down the road to resume some form of meet and greets.

I have immensely enjoyed meeting so many of you. I like a good handshake. I love a good hug. Things keep changing. I'll keep doing my best to roll with the changes, which is all we can do, I guess, right? And if you do want a tour shirt, they will be available at BadMagicMurts.com. So again, I apologize if that was something you were looking forward to. I have looked forward to it in the past.

It just doesn't make sense at this time. Let's talk about something positive. looking forward to. I look forward to it in the past. It just doesn't make sense at this time. Let's talk about some positive. I'm proud to donate $15,000 from Patreon this month. Thanks in large part to our space lizards to the August bad magic productions charity, the Wildlife Firefighter Foundation. Since 1999, the foundation has provided emergency support services to the families of firefighters seriously injured or killed in the line of duty and more. Families left behind. Many with young children often find themselves with few resources and the foundation steps into help. Go to wffoundation.org to learn more.

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And definitely get some free stickers if you check the store fast enough, noon Pacific time, August 16th. Also, coldly curious, cult robes back in the store, limited amount, just in time for this very Coltie episode. And that's it. Now let's dive into today's madness, cult, cult, cult. [♪ INTRO MUSIC PLAYING [♪ Uh, first episode, I really like today's topic.

But I think I'm just in a very, uh, every fresh mental place. Whatever the topic would be. I like, I like last week's topic. It was just, um, it was hard. Ha, it took a lot of work to topic. It was just, it was hard. It took a lot of work to get my old brain around some of the concepts. But I will say after it settled in, I am so happy.

I feel like I learned a lot. Anyway, first up today, we're going to see what was going on culture and cult wise back when Jim and Deb first began experimenting with spiritual extremism. They really went from one side to the other. Uh, gonna revisit why so many cults seem to have been born in the US in the 60s and 70s, right? One of my favorite historical periods. Uh, we'll examine what the ACMTC was responding to from a cultural standpoint, including

a look at the roots of the, of evangelical Christianity, the type of faith that they morphed out of. Then we'll look into how unique the AC MTC was as a female lead cult before happening to the day's timeline to see how this cult developed and what they became before the event before the eventual incarceration of their leader. Though the AC MTC did not make many headlines until a few years ago, it grew from the same seeds of the 60s and 70s, flower child hippie movement that we've covered, you know, here before several

times. As core members were living the communal lifestyle, doing some pretty weird shit by the late 60s. Oh, the counterculture. The hippie revolution, flower power, all that came with it. I have to think about it by a time machine. That's where I'd go. A lot of people are doing some pretty weird shit in late 60s. Most of them sobered up eventually realize it takes more to run the world and just talking about all great pieces all the time and getting high and selling wildflowers and hemp anglets. The late 60s and early 70s was a to be fair, great and healthy awakening for some. For many, many used America's social revolution to start living much more examined lives. Many started living a new life of purpose and intention no longer just mindlessly walking

in the footprints of their parents. Others may be rejected the trappings of conformity a bit too aggressively to use our word of the week. One bit too hard, little two balls to the wall when he came to running away from the life of their parents without really thinking about what life they were running towards. New and different is definitely not always better. Curiosity is a beautiful thing, but some doors are pretty hard to shut once you open them. And some doors should probably never be opened. What lies beyond them, maybe not worth better. Curiosity is a beautiful thing, but some doors are pretty hard to shut once you open them. And some doors should probably never be opened. What lies beyond them, maybe not worth exploring. Charles Manson was one of those doors.

That batshit crazy, wanna be rock star, started spouting a whole bunch of race war, mumbo jumbo, when he couldn't get a record deal. His idiotic and convoluted notion of helter, sculptor, and he convinced his small family of followers to murder and help kick off that race war. You know, to at least try to kick off this race where they didn't have it. If you listened to that early episode, do you ever how absolutely bonkers Manson's ideas were? Manson actually seemed to truly believe by the late 60s that tensions between blacks and whites in the counter culture, boiling pot of the 1960s in America would erupt into a cataclysmic race war that would end in the slaughter of nearly

all white people. This particular Doomsday scenario is what he called Helter Skelter, named after the Beatles song. And Manson's Helter Skelter, Black Americans would emerge victorious from an apocalyptic race war shortly after Manson helped kick this race war off. He preached that Venus followers would crawl down a secret hole in Death Valley. Yep, secret hole out of the desert. And they would then wait out to bloody war in a hidden underground city. So you know, all seems pretty plausible, pretty reasonable so far. And then when the war was over, heinous followers would rise up from beneath the desert and rule over the victorious black victors at their request.

Uh-huh, of course. Who Manson thought would be incapable of governing themselves and desperate some white men to come help them out. Right? They would win the war and be like, ah, fuck, now what do we do? And then Manson would be like, hello, I'm here to help, but they'd be like, oh, they got it. Ah, crazy, that's white guy with this what's going on forehead.

Easy when you need to put in charge. That seems to at least partially explain why his little cult didn't have any black members. Manson had heard about a water-filled cavern in Death Valley called Devil's Hole, which is actually a cool spot. Only natural habitat in the world for these cute little blue one-inch long Devil's Hole pup fish. Manson was not interested in some rare species of fish though. Well, that shit thought he found himself a magic door. A couple years before he came up with his mumbo jumbo in 1965, 20-year-old Paul Giancant John Contieri, and 19 year old David Rose went skin diving in Devils Hole, equipped with only snorkel masks and flippers, the two teenagers dove into the

hole, which is said to extend to a depth of over 450 feet, possibly over 900 feet shaped like an inverted funnel. It's dive to not work out for them. Despite a rigorous rescue effort, there are pockets of air trapped within a cave or within the cave where someone could theoretically survive for a time. Neither of the men were found. And Charles in charge knew what all this melt, knew what all this melt, knew what all this meant. He could read between the lines like almost no one else. He read the signs, water cavern in the desert of unknown depths. Two dudes, dive in, bodies are never found. Come on, it's right there.

Obviously, when combined with legends of underground cities in the American Southwest, written by other lunatics, theosophists before Manson's times, and also combined with some Beatles lyrics, if you were smart enough to fucking connect the yarn in your basement war room, to piece everything together, you could conclude that those guys had made it to an unknown and amazing city to wait out a race war and where did Manson get his ideas about

this race war from? The Beatles was not kidding about the Beatles lyrics reference. Manson became obsessed with the Beatles White Album, which included the song Helder Skelter. Manson thought that the Beatles were leaving him subtle, coded messages about the race war through the songs on the album. They're predicted both the war and the Manson families eventual rule over the survivors. God, you gotta do a fucking lot of drugs

to get that place in your head. Uh, it makes sense really, I guess, you know, adds up. Of course, the Beatles, who had already released numerous worldwide smash hit albums by the late 60s and were arguably the most famous and wealthiest band on earth, of course, they would want to sneak a broke ex-con, highly mentally unstable, small time co-leader and former Pimp some doomsday messages. That's why they were doing their music.

Did the Beatles make the wide album to demonstrate their absolute fucking melodic mastery of rock-based music? Did they record a post-modern, avant-garde masterpiece still considered by many, if not most critics. To be one of the top ten albums of all time because music was what they loved making, and they were at the height of their considerable creative powers, and they wanted to blow their fans fucking minds. NO! COME ON!

Are you fucking stupid wake up? They did it for Charles and Charge! Man, that was completely out of his fucking mind by 1968. He first heard this album not long after it was released in November of that year. He'd already claimed to find hidden meanings and songs from earlier Beatles albums. They've been talking to him for a while.

But the messages were bigger and more important, more urgent in the White Album, obvious. Obviously, he interpreted prophetic significance in several of the songs including Blackbird. Ah, it's such a peaceful song and a Helter's Skelter, you know? I love that this dude heard Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to rise.

And he was like, ah, we need to get to the desert before the black skill all the whites. Then he heard the helter's shelter lyrics, you know, when I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide and I stop and I turn and I go for a ride and I get to the bottom and I see you again. Yeah, yeah, he's like, bingo bingo. There's an underground city waiting for us to hide where we can wait out the war before climbing back up to the world of the world. And this, you know, this is like a small group of followers like, oh, he fucking, god, he's so smart. How desperate does one have to be? How long do you have to stay really strong out on hard drugs?

Get to a place where you hear that from a dude who looked as like photogenically fucking insane as Charles Mance and they, yay, that's it. Hey, take your Charles. Oh, thank you, thank you, Ringo. Thank you, Paul, that's it. They, take your Charles. Oh, thank you, thank you, Ringo. Thank you, Paul, John and George. I always thought I was a stone guy, but the Beatles, man, they really know what's going down, man.

Nice, way too much fucking time in the desert, doing hallucinogens. Manson did all this back when the Greens who had found the AC, MTC, where young counterculture hippies themselves, out in the woods in California, living as part of what they called the bear tribe, same cultural shift, and help produce man and help produce them as well.

Another crazy cult from this era we covered was the People's Temple lit by Jim Jones. Ah, man, still one of my favorite episodes, I think. The People's Temple started out as an idealic, multiracial utopian community, and, infamously, in the jungles of Guyana when Jim Jones followers committed the biggest mass suicide of all time. Well, some of them committed suicide on November 18, 1978, many of them were murdered. Jim pulled off all kinds of crazy. He got poor, disenfranchised, young men and women, angered at the racism they saw in America, many of them were African-American, made them, made them believe it was the fault of white capitalist, everything bad that ever happened

to them. He got his followers to buy into extreme Christianity, then eventually took them to a place of anti-religious communism. Things got so fucking bonkers in his cult, he convinced followers by the end or near the end that he was the only true heterosexual left on earth. And that he would and could take the sin of homosexuality off the hands of male followers, men who were gay, but just didn't know it by satanizing them. Fucking what? Very different kind of poo-poole loop-pulling going on. You know, the one we talked about with Jody Aries from a few weeks ago.

He was fricking that butt to save you from sin. You get it? I mean, you can see the logic and power of God's rock hard power of God's redemption. Can't you? Unleevable that he convinced straight men to be satanized to keep them from going to hell for the sin of homosexuality. It's okay. There was the synonym cult. We covered that in our suck on the Alon school, though initially

meant as a drug rehab program in the 60s and 70s, era synonym grew formal radical, strongly encouraging us members to get abortions and bisectamies, eventually attempting to murder an attorney prosecuting them by putting a rattlesnake in his mailbox. And there've been so many others we've covered. Father Yo, the source family, right, David Berg and the children of God, Tony and Susan Alamos, Alamo Christian foundation, even the recent Dwight York and his new Abia nation of Moore's cult. All these cults founded in the late 60s or 70s.

Why were there so many cults forming at this time? I've talked a lot in past episodes about the counter-culture being responsible for creating a lot of disillusioned youth, seeking different spiritual belief systems than their parents, and that's very true. To be clear though, before digging into this era, a bit again, and what about it seemed to have created

so many cults, there have definitely been plenty of other cults formed in different eras. I just don't cover them as often as others here due to generally two reasons. One, a lack of thorough source information and two, the cult has not completed its life cycle yet. Speaking to the lack of source information pre 1960s cults just didn't receive the same documentary treatment and thorough investigations that cults of more recent years have received.

cults that kicked off prior to the 60s, we just generally don't have the same quality of info on them because documentaries didn't start to become popular until the 60s and gritty investigative journalism also just wasn't common prior to the 60s. They were definitely cults forming all over the place before the 60s. The 1950s saw the formation of the still-around atheirious society, often described as a cult, found in a 1955 by a former British taxi driver, a theory is soon became a new age religion whose belief system is built around the Theosophical idea that a series of cosmic masters, mostly from Venus and Saturn, not from Jupiter, that's what the fucking dumb masters live, I guess. Control the fate of humanity. Additionally, they focus heavily on prayer and spiritually charging

the Earth. Okay. It's make way for the next master, a messionic figure who will descend to Earth in a flying saucer. Cool. Arm with magic, more powerful than the combined materialistic might of all the armies. That's again from their website. Maybe I didn't say that. Same shit as a Christian doomsday called just repackaged with some alien mumbojamba. Instead of waiting for God's wrath, their followers await an alien Messiah

and a flying saucer who could obliterate the earth with his powerful magic, but hopefully will not. The subtitle on their website, atherias.org says, co-operating with the gods from space. Sweet. They have a website where you can buy cosmic transmissions and the form of CDs or downloads.

You can buy pendulums if you need a cosmic pendulum. I don't know if you need a book on space yoga, but you can get some of those. You can get a DVD on how to realize your inner potential, so much more. They have a very robust store. Most of their transmissions only cost six pounds, but the 12 blessings, well, that's gonna set you back 60 pounds.

I'd play it for you, but I'm not gonna risk someone stealing my credit card information because I used it to buy alien blessings from a fucking lunatics website. There's also the crazy cult, the Freedomites, aka the Suns of Freedom. They started in Saskatchewan, Canada way back in 1902. Originally formed from a fracturing of different religious groups who had fled Russia to escape religious persecution where they were persecuted for being fucking maniacs, the Freedomites were really into communal living nudity and anarchy, not kidding. They quickly became infamous for all nude public demonstrations to show opposition to the

material tendencies of society. You can find some great picks online that are very unintentionally hilarious. And in the 1920s and 30s, they burned and bombed a whole slew of public buildings in Canada while buttonnaked. If you've never seen an angry group of early 20th century, you know, buttonnaked fucking hippies, all dirty living on the woods, going to bomb some stuff. You're missing out. Yeah, they wanted to show their disdain for the government. Nothing like flopping your dick and tits around in public, to gain some respect for

your protest. That's how people know to take you serious, right? And that's how they know that you're mentally stable. There was the amount, a man of colonies of Iowa that began in 1856, existed in a very cult-like fashion until 1932. They kind of had that little nation within a nation that Dwight York dreamed about. Seven little villages on 26,000 acres governed by a great council of elders. We used to decide who got married, who got thrown out of the colonies, who ate with whom in communal kitchens.

Sometimes I fantasize about getting into a time machine and going back to one of these that thrown out of the colonies, who ate with whom in communal kitchens. I sometimes I fantasize about getting into a time machine and going back to like one of these councils, somehow getting into the council and then just like maybe I have like a machine gun or something from modern society so they can't force me to leave. And I just ruin all their fucking meetings, just constantly interrupt and like,

nah, come on, it's dumb. Like these guys who are just used to everyone just sucking their dicks because they go kicked out of the colonies like they have so much power. In this little tiny, you know, fifedom they've created. Be so great just to go in there and just ruin that for them. Now they're like,

Jabba, you must marry Shoshana. Nah, come on, fuck that. Jabba, I go do what you want to do. Man, live your life. Stop it, stop ruining things. You're not welcome here. Ah, suck my dick. Get out of here.

What are you gonna do? I got a machine gun. Go fuck yourself. Anyway, went off the path a little bit. Yeah, so they had these little villages on 26,000 acres governed by this council of elders, these fucking douchebags, who decided who got married, who got thrown out of the colonies, who ate with whom?

They picked who you ate with in communal kitchens. Basically, almost all of your life choices were made by the great council. And the council always comprised of old stuffy white dudes, cold hourly that came across kind of a, is Amish or Quaker in nature. Now their descendants make a lot of a pretty nice, uh, you know, high quality fridges and freezers. Uh, not kidding. That's a, they've gone in a corporate direction. There was the O'Nighted community, a cult that operated from 1848 to 1881, a group that used to make a lot of fine silverware silverware, and also really

got their fuck on. This cold was big on fucking everyone. To give them some credit, it wasn't just a cold leader fucking all the other members, it was just everybody fucking everyone. So, they're a system of complex marriage, aka free love, for at least part of their cold life. I'm listening, O'Nida, community, Hail Luzofina. Of course, this got pretty creepy, pretty fast.

Excuse me, women over the age of 40 were eventually asked to be sexual mentors, young adolescent boys, because these relationships had a minimal chance of resulting in pregnancy. No, that's a relationship one can define as pedophilia. Likewise, older men were often introduced to young women or for legal purposes children to

sex to teach them how to have sex, you know, also better feel you. The niece of founder John Humphrey Neuas, here's a Miller would write a lot about this cult sexual practices in a journal not made public until 1993. So there's secrets would say would stay secret for so long. She wrote about having sex with uncle John and uncle George. Oh boy, actual uncles, not just a title. When these perverts talked about free love, they were not fucking around.

Or I guess in a literal sense, they were fucking around. It didn't matter if you were related or not. Very pro-incest, this cult. Founder John even tried kicking off Eugenics program in this cult, setting aside some members the most spiritual in his eyes and only letting them fuck each other for a period of the cult's history. It was a breeding program designed to create what he called super perfectionists. And there were so many other pre-1960s cults.

Of course they were. There have been cults for as long as there has been civilization, for as long as there has been religion. There have been plenty of cults that have kicked off, you know, since the 1980s as well, after the 60s and 70s. Keith Reneeries, you know, Nexium cult that well, after the 60s and 70s, Keith Reneuries, you know, next year, Colt, that we sucked, that came out of the MLM world. That didn't kick off until 1998.

Heels of good God, amway, maker of quality and affordable skillets, like the I cook 12 inch nonstick fry pan with lid available for home delivery. For the, how can you not buy price of $167? Blessed be the savings. There was Lou Castro, a.k.a. Daniel Perez, and his little angels landing pathetic cult that didn't get started until the 1990s and so many others. Up to 10,000 cults exist today in the US according to psychologist Steve Eichel,

a recognized international cult expert and president of the International Cultics Studies Association. And we don't know about a lot of them yet because no investigative journalism has been done on them. No documentary has been made, at least not yet, because their stories are still being written in many cases. They have not completed their life cycles and also many of them very, very small.

Like the Children of Thunder Colt, we want sucked. So more than any other era, back to the Colt sweet spot of the 60s and 70s we go today, where there's a lot of information about these cults and they completed their life cycles. The counter cultural revolution years, the prime American cult formation years. This particular era of cultural turbulence just seemed to kick off a lot of interesting to horrific compounds. Still a quick refresher on just how turbulent these years were.

After World War II, there was a surge in the number of young people with the baby boom. A lot of families being started. A lot of kids being born who would become part of the counterculture. The birth rate went from a low point of 19 per year, per 1,000 U.S. citizens during the Great Depression, to a high of almost 27 per 1,000 in 1947. So you had a bigger youth population coming of age than in previous years in the late 1960s. At the same time, tech and media evolved to the point where you could make and distribute commercials, magazines, phonograph records, TV shows explicitly for young people.

There was more sales money than ever before in marketing to the youth. It's always about money, isn't it? Or often about almost always. More kids in the economy was more stable than it had been during the World War II years or during the Great Depression than preceded the World War two years. This generation was being marketed to an entirely new and more aggressive way, which ended up giving them more cultural cohesiveness than previous generations. They were watching, hearing, reading the same commercials, talking about the same TV

shows, movies, music, etc. Also the birth control pill approved for public use in the US in 1960. And no surprise, big hit, 10 out of 10 boners approved, Aelus Afina, by 1962, 1.2 million American women are on the pill. The following year, that number almost doubles to 2.3 million by 1965, 6.5 million American women are using it. American sexuality starts to change with less and less concern about an unwanted pregnancy. Previously, if you'd had premarital sex due to a high chance of pregnancy, guys just

not loving condoms, right? The, oh, pull out in time. I promise. Just this one time, then I'll start wearing condoms again. There was a good chance you'd be spending the rest of your life with your new husband due to the social stigma of raising a child as an unwed mother. You hoped that would be the case. Whether you really love the guy or not, getting married eliminated the powerful social stigma of being shunned

from your family and struggling to raise the kid on your own. But now, in the 1960s, there was this newfound sexual freedom, sexual liberation that was reflected in the music of the era, which then led to further sexual liberation. It's no balls. More casual fucking leads to more talk of casual fucking, which leads to more casual fucking. Rock and roll, right? Rockstar has become more sexualized. Mick Jagger is saying let's spend the night together on the Ed Sullivan show in 1968, blue America's piratannical mind. The stones got banned from the show because of outcry from parents, but the kids of course fucking loved it. And the stones went on to sell more records than ever.

The band then releases, let it bleed the following year at 1969, the title track, including the lyrics of, well, we all need someone we can lean on. And if you want it, you can lean on me. She said, my breasts, they will always be open. Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me. Bleed it all right. Baby, come all over me. Uh-huh.

This is very different than, you know, Chubby Checkers, let's sing and let's do the twist. Come on, let's do the twist. I mean, this is way more explicit than music had been a decade before. Two years later, 1971, the Stones released sticky fingers with a close-up of a dude's crotch for the cover, and this was so shocking to parents at the time, to many of them, almost all of them. So many other bands were making a sexual shift. 1969, Robert planned a Led Zeppelin to sing it about, I'm going to give you my love and a whole lot of love.

And by love, he means dick. Also, a lot of drugs are suddenly more available than ever. Bands are singing a ton about them too, openly and blatantly, on the stone sticky fingers album, which went triple platinum in the US selling over three million copies. There was a track sister morphine was jagger singing about faceless doctors cocaine morphine crawling on the floor speed barbituids coding, quailuits, all legal in the 60s and early 70s and still should be fucking Nixon. argument I've already made and explained I'll be quiet about it.

Go on forward today. The Vietnam war is also dividing the youth and creating a fair amount of heroin addicts. The previous generation had not rebelled against up World War II. Fighting Hitler was pretty clearly the right thing to do. Not so obvious with Vietnam, while young men were ready to die to save the world from a ruthless dictator, not as many or as eager to as they saw it feed the wealthy old men making money off the military industrial complex. More and more young people starting to question Uncle Sam's motives. They're not unquestionally saluting the flag anymore. They're questioning the integrity of US political moves, such a new thing.

At least new in terms of how many people were doing that. There weren't too many anti-World War II or anti-Korean war protesters. They were around, but in very small numbers. In any little protest that did occur, didn't tie into the ethos of a massive cultural shift. Full of all this new music, liberated sexual lives, new movies, new art, new lifestyle, so much new in the countercultural movement of the 60s and 70s. Freedom of expression fueled the civil rights era, which led to further questioning over America's racist past. The level of freedom of expression displayed in the countercultural revolution so many protests protests again, just so new in America, soon many youth are questioning damn near

everything. They disagree with their parents about Vietnam, they disagree about drug, sex, music, movies, and religion, right? They wondered if maybe their parents were wrong about God as well. And this led to a lot more spiritual seeking than the previous few generations had engaged in. And that would lead inevitably to some con artist and or people genuinely deluded enough to actually think they were a profit or profitus of God to take advantage of these young spiritual

seekers and bingo bingo cult cult cult. It's more and more youth turned away from the organized religion that many of their parents subscribe to and as many also began to explore other options than just getting married getting a real job quote unquote and starting a family. Some dirty ding dong's figured out that it was a great fucking time to kick off a cult. And then there was backlash to all this new question, which would lead to more cults, a conservative withdrawal, as more and more people broke away from religion and from more conservative lifestyles and previous generations embraced others moved in the opposite direction. And the AC, MTC, they would be born from this cultural pushback.

Many saw the counterculture revolution as a sign that the world was on a spiritual path to damnation, right? God was getting angry. God hated the rolling stones and led Zeppelin. Jimmy Paige obviously satanic and soon the sole piper will have to be paid. Sex, drugs and rock and roll. That's the devil's work. The hippies are in bed with Satan. This is a message that now gets to be preached more and more. You know, some crime and divorce stats start fueling this fear, especially with the mainstream media reporting on and constantly the violent crime rate increased by 126% in the US between 1960 and 1970. And 1958, the divorce rate 2.1 per 1000 people with 368,000 divorces. By the end of the 70s, the divorce rate, 2.1 per 1,000 people with 368,000 divorces. By the end of the 70s, the annual divorce rate would more than double reaching 5.1 divorces

per 1,000 Americans. Satan using cheap sex and drugs to destroy now godless American families, the end is near. Certain religious fundamentalists, particularly extreme evangelicals, sea rising crime rates and drug abuse in the hippie movement, as hard evidence that Satan is here on earth that the end times are fast approaching And this leads again to more cults. Let's talk about the rise of evangelicalism in America in the 60s and 70s Evangelical God, that's a tough word for me. It's a tough word to say fast Right, if I did it like in a news anchor voice. In the 1960s and 1970s, evangelicalism experienced major girls in America.

Within these episodes, we'll be more boring, I think. The new evangelicalism movement, also called the Jesus movement, popularized by charismatic evangelist like Billy Graham. He did more than anyone to popularize it. Born in 1918 Graham earned the title of America's Preacher. His popularity reached the White House by the late 1940s. He was president Truman's spiritual advisor and would advise every US president afterwards all the way to Obama. He would

become widely popular in the 1950s, more so in 1960s and 70s. The annual Gallup poll of the most widely admired, admired American men in the US that began in 1955 featured Billy Graham in the top 10. This is crazy for the first 61 consecutive years, 61 years in a row. He is top 10 most admired American men. Wow, worldwide and estimated 215 million people would attend his live events and estimated 2.2 billion people would hear him preach in his lifetime. Billion. Born in North Carolina, he passed away in the same state in 2018 at the age of 99. And really active until, you know, right near the very end.

And the aggressive Christian mission training core cult would arise from this evangelical Christianity that he espoused. Nothing Graham would approve of them at all or similar group. Uh, previous sucktrop topic, the children of God cult also came out of this movement, right? David Bergs creepy fucking ass. And this movement remains sizable during the counterculture years. It, it fueled them. According to Gallup polling, despite the number of spiritual seekers looking for a new religion or no religion, the percentage of people who identified as Protestant, under which evangelicalism falls did not drop much during the 60s and 70s. From a 1950s high of 71% and 56, it only dropped to 58%.

I mean, that's a decent amount, but not a crazy amount by 1979. In the 1960s, it never fell below 65%. Hard to define stats on how many of those Protestants were evangelical, but worth noting that many different sources speak to a massive rise in evangelicalism and the majority of Protestants in the US being evangelicals. A lot more fire and brimstone sermons coming from the pulpit as the counterculture becomes more and more popular.

A lot more pastors worried about eternal damnation makes sense more perceived, sending more perceived punishment. In the US, evangelicalism, by the way, is an umbrella group of Protestant Christians who believe in the necessity of being born again, who emphasize the importance of evangelism and affirm traditional Protestant teachings on the authority, and this is important, the historical authenticity of the Bible. Evangelicals are diverse. They're drawn from a variety of denominational backgrounds, including Baptist, Pentecostal,

Presbyterian, Methodist, several other denominational churches, and almost all non-denominational churches. The term Christian fundamentalist is nearly but not quite synonymous with Christian evangelical. Evangelicals are a broader group than fundamentalists. They compose anywhere from 30 to 40% of the US population. When you include cultural evangelicals, those who don't actively go to church are really even think deeply about the Bible, but still identifies being Christian, who would go if they did go to church to an evangelical denomination. being Christian, who would go if they did go to church to an evangelical denomination. Fundamentalists are a subset of this group.

Hallmarks of fundamentalism included belief in the literal accuracy of the Bible. Earth was created in 724 hour periods. Humanity began with a man named Adam, a woman named Eve, around 6,000 years ago. And then a lot of brother and sister and cousin fucking apparently went on. And if dinosaurs did exist, you know, our first ancestors had to deal with some T-rexes and velociraptors roaming about in the garden of Eden, you know, trying to keep them from fucking their family. This kind of literalism doesn't mesh well with science and frankly, academia in general,

as you can probably imagine. It's a God-set it, do not question it, system of faith, and if you can't wrap your head around it, then it's, you know, God works in mysterious ways and just leave it at that. And while I have no doubt that many have found solace and comfort in this belief system, I've met many, I also have no doubt that a belief system so at odds with critical thinking at its core has led many into the arms of a cult leader. Why is Jim Jones satanizing me?

Well, God works in mysterious ways. Why is David Kresh fucking my young daughter? Ah, it's mysterious. Why is David Berg molesting basically all the kids? It's a lot of mystery. That's, that's, that's, that's, that's, you know, don't think about it. Turn to the other cheek.

A lot of evangelical and non-denominational churches while originating in Europe experienced substantial growth for the first time in the new world of colonial America or early in the US's history US in the US's history. That religious freedom that America is found on is why we have the most evangelicals per capita of any nation in the world now. Baptist Jews, one example, started off in England at the dawn of the 17th century and off-shoot of Puritanism.

Small group of believers soon bouncing to Holland to avoid religious persecution and fleeing from Holland back to England due primarily to religious disagreement with the Anabaptist there, and their take on God soon took root in the New World. The first Baptist church formed in the US was in Providence, Rhode Island, way back in 1638. And in America, land of new ideas like many other newer denominations,

crossed the Atlantic from big established Christian churches, like the Catholic Church or the Church of England, caught fire and so did so many competing Protestant offshoots. America founded primarily as a Protestant nation and most of the early Protestants were evangelical. Significant minorities of Roman Catholics and Jews did not show up, you know, until between 1880 and 1910. So for a long time, you know,ical is pretty much ruled the roost.

Significant numbers of other religions wouldn't come until even later. The US has long had the greatest overall number of Evangelicals of any country in the world, with over 93 million identifying with some form of Evangelicalism today. Guess who's second in the world with the most Evangelicals? Come on, guess, play long. I bet you won't get it. I certainly did not. You ever placed your mind?

China. Is that surprising? What's to me? 63 million in China and followed by, you want to guess again? I would not have seen this coming either. Nigeria. It's the US, China, and then Nigeria. And Nigeria with 58 million.

I believe Nigeria has the most, I didn't put this in my notes, but I'm pretty sure it has the most per capita. Now, so sorry if I said earlier, I went off notes and might have made a flip it comment about the US heavy most per capita. Now, the US has the most total amount, I believe Nigeria has the most per capita. Three out of five evangelicals, thanks to decades of missionary work, now live in Africa or Asia. There's a lot in Brazil as well, 47 million.

America's expansion west led to a substantial growth of evangelical Christianity in this nation. By the early 19th century, Americans increasingly had become a people in motion, constantly moving across social and geographical space. Due to all this movement, families, towns, occupational structures, lose a lot of their traditional capacity to regulate individual and social life. You're not living in the same village that your families lived in for 15 generations. Various evangelical groups step in to fill the desire

for structure and community. New groups pop up during a period now known as the second great awakening that lasts from 1790 to 1840. Tent revivals become a thing. Traveling charismatic ministers, whipping listeners into shape and town after town and to a, now whipping them into a religious ecstasy. An emphasis on salvation is preached to those made anxious

or even frightened by continually changing world around them, right? Nobody knows who they are in their town, right? Nobody knows their grandma. It's uncomfortable. Humans psychologically don't do great in some ways with change. And then this gives them kind of a tie to their past. These traveling preachers coming around and be like, well, you know, your bounce around, you're scattered amongst earth, but you're still God's children Spiritual messages gravitate not towards God's love by many of these preachers, but towards God's anger and wrath Fear has always been a powerful recruiting tool fear is a powerful

cohesive tool get everybody afraid get them all like I'm wrapped up and scared about the same thing Aggressively exploiting a wide variety of new print media if angelicles began launching their own newspapers and periodicals They distribute millions of devotional and reform tracks by 1835 the cross-denominational American track society and American Sunday school union alone distribute more than 75 million pages Our religious material and our capable of delivering a new track each month to every household in New York City By the 1830s these devices in conjunction with the aggressive revivalism that was the hallmark of the new evangelicalism had assembled a huge new evangelical public. Also during the Second Awakening, more and more of these churches fracture into more and more churches. Off-shoot after offshoot, Mormons, Seventh-day Adventist, Jehovah's Witnesses, some of the bigger offshoots.

Non-denominable churches which began to sprout up for the first time in the 18th century, fucking explode in the 19th century. Check out these numbers. According to Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary, there were 500 different Protestant, excuse me, there were 500 different Protestant, Christian denominations, and 1800. 500 different ways to interpret the Christian Bible. And that does not count the Catholic Church, the Eastern Orthodox Church, the Oriental Orthodox Church, the Ukrainian Greek Catholic Church, the Armenian Catholic Church, or any other

church that is separated from the Catholic Church in Rome prior to the 16th century Protestant Reformation. Holy shit, over 500 different Christian churches who all think they are interpreting the Bible correctly. Everyone else is wrong to various degrees. And that number would fucking explode in the 19th and 20th centuries. By 2012, over 500 different churches would continue to spiral out into, wait for it, roughly 43,000. 43,000 different Christians and nominations worldwide by 2012 by 2025. In just a few years, that number is expected to hit 55,000, 55,000 versions of, no, no, that's not what God meant. And you wrote that. Yeah, you're so much disagreement has led, of course,

to so much confusion. How could it not? Get these people in the same room, your head's gonna spin so fast, your fucking neck's gonna break. Trying to keep track of how you're supposed to worship the Christian God and what the Christian God expects of you. A big rise in these numbers comes from a fundamentalist,

modernist controversy that arose in 1920s and 1930s. All these Protestant churches, many evangelical become divided over new intellectual and theological ideas, such as Darwinism, right? Evolution, how strict biblical interpretation must be, those who embraced more liberal secular ideas become known as modernists. And those who reject them become known as bringing this back now to fundamentalists. And out of the fundamentalist branch comes the aggressive Christian mission training core. And out of the fundamentalist branch comes the aggressive Christian mission training core. Lot of cults seem to come from evangelical fundamentalism.

Like other churches in the evangelical movement, these early fundamentalist preach and continue to preach are preached and continue to preach that Satan's demons were coming to earth. And thanks to the rise of evangelicalism, this was a message. Many American Christians were already very used to hearing by the time, you know, groups like the ACMTC comes along. The ACMTC's scripted interpretations are fucking crazy, but with so many different interpretations out there, like I spoke of, easy for people to get spiritually lost and confused, and you know, and easier for cult leaders to take advantage of that feeling of being lost in that confusion. This groundwork I've just laid out is why the overwhelming majority of Colts in America seem to come out of Christian fundamentalism. It's gotten so unbelievably fractured.

I don't think the average parishioner really knows what the hell is going on anymore. Most of the fundamentalists I've talked to about religion over the course of my life don't seem to have much intellectual understanding regarding their belief system. They just believe they want to go to heaven. They don't want to go to hell. Their friends and family go to the same services. It's comforting to be in the same team. You know, tribalism. It's always been a strong part of human civilization

and society. So they listen to the confusing messages. Their pastor preaches and they try to make sure they're not fucking up too much so they get, you know, into heaven. So they don't get denied to have it. And I don't say this to say that they're stupid. I find most of them are not stupid at all.

Of course it's hard to understand fully their beliefs. There are roughly 50,000 different opinions regarding how you're supposed to worship Jesus right now. How the fuck are you supposed to understand anything? Other than the core message of, I love Jesus and he loves me. And if I pray and ask for forgiveness and try my best, it'll let us center like me,

live in heaven forever, never amen. With that much lack of a consensus over what the Bible is actually telling us coupled with basically universally agreed upon fear that if you don't get a right, you're going to burn in hell. Of course, there's going to be a lot of cults based in evangelical Christianity. It's fucking perfect for forming a cult. You have a large number of confused, scared people.

Many of them who are very good people who want to do the right thing, who want to get a right, convince a few of those people who are probably extra desperate and down in the luck to unfortunate life events and circumstances, people who also maybe not born with a strong bullshit detector, people who've been victimized by their parents or others already don't possess a strong sense of how to stand out for themselves

and fucking bingo bingo. You got yourself a new cult. Now let's really get into the ACMTT. First, it's abshing how unique it was to have a female cult leader and then it's cult timeline time. Lilligreen, AKA, Deborah Green, AKA, Fox this lady, one of the many cults we've discovered, a cover of the many cults, excuse me, we've discovered, we've covered Jesus Christ.

20 seconds, give so much information out my brain gets crumbled. Of the many cults we've covered here on Suck, this is the most truly female lead one from start to finish. Susan Alamo, I had Bonnie Nettles, they ran the Alamo Christian Foundation in Heaven's Gate cults respectively, but then when they died, that's when shit got way crazier, with Tony and Marshall taking over. From Charles Manson to Jim Jones, male fanatics usually run the cult show. For Christian groups, the Bible has served as a helpful justification for this patriarchal structure,

right? As first Timothy, two, 12 commands, I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. There have been plenty of cults with women in positions of power, however, in fact, female higher ups have been crucial to the growth of most, I would say male lead cult. They're the ones who reassure new members, especially female members, that the dude in charges, he's good dude. Very wholesome. Try not to fuck you for a little while.

She's holy, all that bullshit. In the next year, cult Keith Reineries secondhand woman Nancy Salzman helped develop the multi-level marketing scheme and many of the cults tactics and actually many the higher up for women who recruited other women to be victimized by Keith, like smallville actress Alison Mac, Jim Jones had Carolyn Layton, his lover for around a decade. And the person who aside from Jones was the most instrumental in the massacre at Jones town. F LDS, cult leader Warren Jeffs, well, he was still a free man, had Naomi Jessup, his favorite

wife, and the woman who would most often provide counsel during his trial and sentencing for child abuse and molestation. He's women and women like them, often just girls when they become involved with cult leaders are indoctrinated in the same way as many other members of the cult, and then they managed to gain some sort of trust with the leader, which leads to a bit of power. And then they help other cult members be victimized. We meet sex men and women alike. We always seem to crave power.

These women are often tasked with recruitment, often with bringing new women or girls to the mix for the leader's sexual gratification. And the presence of a matriarchal figure, new members often feel more comfortable or cared for, mom is gonna take care of them. Even though there are anything but safe, very strong maternal instinct in many of us to be nurtured by mommy. Non-coli or rose west from our serial killer suck

a few weeks ago, right? She used that instinct to lure a fair amount of young women to their demise. So women definitely play power roles in a lot of cults. They were often matriarchs, sympathizers, silent leaders, wielding power from behind the scenes, but the leader tends to be a man. Generally, a ridiculously sex-crazed man, chasing that dick! Think of unparalleled American pedophile Dwight York from a few weeks back. God, he chases dick like nobody's business.

These dudes whose primary motivation seems to be objectification, objectification, excuse me, commodification and sexual enslavement of women, reinforce a theme that culture led mostly by walking insatiable boners, but not all. Sometimes a plus wants as much power as a dick. Some vagina owners, just as bad shit, crazy power hungry, monsters as men like Deborah Green. A leader of one of the several female led cults we have not covered yet. Of course, there

are many others between 1968 and 1975, Australian and Hamilton burn, leader of a cult named the family. She preached a mix of Christianity, Eastern religious doctrine, yoga and insanity. Members of her sect reported to have stolen babies while others were brainwashing to handing over their children to Hamilton burn and aunties to be raised as part of a so-called master race. The children reported having their hair dyed platinum blonde, being drug with LSD, beaten and starved and they will suck them someday. As recently as 2012, Sylvia Miraz was born as a practicing

was both excuse me a practicing serial killer and a co-leader using the bodies of her members for human sacrifice in Sonora, Mexico. She had two 10 year olds beheaded to gain favor and power from Santa Muerte, our lady of the Holy Death, but those ladies and many others tails for another day. Today we're covering Lilacarder and the Christian Mission Training Court cult she led. Lilacarder, aka Debra Carter, a self-proclaimed prophetess. She spoke for an angry God and ruled like an angry God.

And she was the only one who spoke for God. I find this funny, when her husband wants to ask why he didn't receive visions too, come on. Why can't God talk to me. She told him straight up, you're not the source. You're not the vessel. Yes, shut the fuck up, Jimmy. Sit down.

I'm trying to listen to God right now and you're annoying both of us. Like so many cults, Deborah and Jim controlled members by keeping them confused, tired, increasingly dependent on the cult for their survival, their finances were controlled. Their contact with the outside world, extremely limited, their access to proper food, water, basic hygiene, medical needs, strictly controlled. Shit was real strict in their cult. They were in God's army. Coles structure, they imposed to do, you know, to run their cult with a very militaristic.

Their fearless leader was General Deborah. Members walked around in a public and a reinst stock clothing with a golden winged logo on their jackets. Male members don short hair, polishes. Jim and Deborah started out as colonels. Later became Bridger generals. I love it. I love that they leveled up.

This time went on. First time I've come across something to kind of stolen valor in a cult city. Excuse me, all their military talk makes me think of that monk drill sergeant from the dark ages suck. What the flip are you doing, private Anderson? Are you possibly being a follower of Christ? Are you hoping and praying that heathens will casually find salvation? That ain't gonna go, that ain't gonna done, mother trucker.

Start screaming, get them people's faces, sing wildly around on the side of the road wave signs Yield to their souls make your eyes water when you when you go apeshoot for the Lord Beat the gospel into their flippin' brains for it is better than the fire of pits of heck Like many Christian fundamentalist groups. They believe in spiritual warfare the idea that angels and demons fight for our souls all the time God ordained war Spiritual warfare, the idea that angels and demons fight for our souls all the time. God ordained war. Deb Greene has heard saying in one video clip, war is of God. God is a militant God.

So let's go to battle with these flipping mother truckers in today's time suck timeline right after today's sponsor break. Thank you for listening, meetsaxx. I appreciate it. And now we head into an aggressive Christian mission training core timeline uninterrupted. Shrap on those boot soldiers, we're marching down a time suck timeline. Starting in 1947, that date is solid, but not going to be a lot of concrete dates in this timeline. The ACMTC gets pretty low national profile. It's a skirt by for years. No one's written

a definitive book on them and Lilla aka Deb and Jimmy have been real forthcoming, but all the dirty shit they've done are who they actually are. Also the local press back in fence like New Mexico, I didn't do a real good job thoroughly covering the cult activities because the press didn't exist there. Hard to keep a paper going when your max circulation is about 30 different homes. Not having any local press really helped the ACMTC stick around a while longer, but we were able to patch together plenty, you know, through various New Mexican press coverage and some national articles to get, you know, plenty of information for this timeline. And we have the cult's website. Thank God for some extra comedy. Okay, you know, uh, plenty of information for this timeline. And we have the cult website.

Thank God for some extra comedy. Okay, back to 47 now. Lilacarter born in 1947 to a working class family in Sacramento, California, born the right year to become a California hippie. She'd be 20 years old for 1967's epic summer of love. That's where I'm going in my time machine. Uh, now not a lot of it's out there about her early childhood. Her father was allegedly an alcoholic.

Her parents divorced when she was young. She was dirt poor as a college student. She worked at a movie theater and she ate popcorn to save money on food. Apparently she was really into Elvis and the Beatles, prompting her to confess later, the seeds of rock music were planted deep within me. Little did I realize as the years passed

and the rock music is all capitals. Got rock here, this is from their website. That my life would follow the trend and as the music, which was to lead a generation into rebellion, drugs, illicit sex, and bondage to sin, that I too would become one of many caught in the web of mesmerizing sounds. I seem to flourish on wild, wanton music. So at one time, Lilla seems like she was actually fucking cool.

Doing drugs, maybe fucking an event outside of Jefferson Airplane concert. Like you're supposed to do when you're teen lucky enough to be born in the 1960s. You don't fucking waste it. In the early 20s, at the end of the 60s, her younger brother dies of lung cancer and grief stricken. She seems to have stopped going to college, joins a so-called back-to-the-land collective called the bear tribe of Frick Yeah. Based in the notes, Sierra Foothills of Northern California, the bear tribe hosts a mix

of hippie and American Indian ideologies. I'm assuming they definitely smoked a shit ton of peyote. A lot of weed, they for sure had a drum circle and they absolutely fucked up their brains out in the woods. I also believe that they had wild untamed, unkempt pubic hair said far out a lot and it's a smell of patchouli almost masked the powerful beaux coming out of their bodies. Lila who claims Sue Heritage through herself into this new life, marrying another member, Jim Green of Kentucky.

They met in the bear tribe. Lila and Jimmy, not casual hippies, right? They hardcore. They went balls to the wall. Balls to the wall. They lived out in the woods, right? They later born again, it's often due before they become born again. They went deep into having a good time.

And then eventually felt so much guilt over all that fun sin and they were ready to over correct. Man, I grew up around that crowd. My grandpa, Papa Ward used to joke about the bar crowd and the church crowd and Rick and Zyde hope being the same crowd. They would just swap members back and forth every few years. And that was very true for many years, right?

They go get drunk, chase their dick around, chase their lady, ween around town for a few months, few years, then repent, repent, repent, right? Get, you know, really into the church for a few years and then go, get bored and then go back to drinking and fucking. Not true of every place, I'm sure, but definitely true of rigans in the 80s and 90s. A bear clan levered James Green. He was born in 1945.

As a teenager, he hitchhiked to California where he later became involved, you know, in the hippie lifestyle and the 1960s revolution that led, and that him to the bearer clan, which led him to Lila Jim started going by Buffalo son And he experimented with blood ceremonies and found pleasure inside of pain. Oh shit these two are going hard getting weird in the woods I Read all this is you know they they got way into some hard drugs got into some real freaky fucking They probably even encountered some shrub sluts from time to time, hiding out there in the bushes, waiting to slide into someone's relationship, throw back to the vampire of Sacramento Stuck, if you're really confused. Buffalo Sound and Debbie Ding Dong, they were living that minimalist

heeding-as-life style, for a while. A former member of the AC, of the, God, their acronym, it drives me crazy. Of the ACMTC, said who followed the Greens from the Bear Tribe with the cult, Jim used to run around in a loin cloth and howled with the moon. We used to run around the mountains and live in teapies. And why was Jim howled with the moon? Well, Jimmy Buffalo Sun was due to a bunch of crank. You might know crank by its more common name of meth. Buffalo, Buffalo Sun snorting meth in the woods, you know, wearing a loincloth, cut himself,

Howl in the moon and fucking Debbie Ding Dong. Nice. About time we had some meth in one of our tails again. When Jimmy Buffalo Sun was high, he would apparently spend a lot of time throwing his hunt knife around and screaming kill, kill, kill. I love details like this. So Jimmy clearly very mentally stable. Jim would later blame all his crazy antics on the music. Wasn't his fault? Wasn't his personal responsibility for doing that? No. You know, he would say the blaring hard rock music provided inspiration to my insane friends.

He was the fucking Beatles doing it. I don't know if it works like that. I've listened to a lot of hard rock music. Very loud. A lot of metal. This way harder, more explicit than whatever Jimmy was listened to. And I never once had the urge to snort a bunch of fucking meth, run around in the woods, wearin' a loincloth, and start throwing a knife around, yelling, kill, kill, kill. I think that was all Jimmy.

He clearly had some demons. And I bet the crank was doing more of the heavy lifting when it came to his antics than the music was, especially awesome late 60s music. What hard rock is he even talking about? Black Sabbath. Come on, Zeppelin, get out of here. The stones, Jim Morrison, right? Remember when you pumped up the volume to the doors, light my fire, and then all of a sudden we're like, I need a fucking knife right now to kill someone with. That happened to you. That was not about the doors. That was about you.

1971, the Greens moved to Montana. Lila is 24 Jimmy Buffalo sons, 26. They were Lila would later describe on their, you know, cult website, hippie wanderers, desolate chasing false gods and living only for darkness. I read this as the good times were catching up with them a bit, right? Doing a bunch of drugs in the woods in your early 20s is awesome for a weekend, not for several years. All good things in moderation. Seems like the greens were living in hard times in the early 70s. The flower child movement was winding down to an end and those who hadn't found any commercial success in the counterculture were now suffering the effects of not having

a fucking life plan, and just doing a bunch of drugs, and, you know, not really thinking about much else, other than keeping the party going. A little attempted suicide three times in the years before her born again Christian conversion. And then one day, his fate would have it. Jim brought home a man he'd met while hitchhiking. Perfect. That's when you know that your life is going in a good direction. When your epiphany comes from hitchhiking, the man told him about Lila,

you know, about Jesus' message of redemption, my heart broke. Lila wrote later, I was such a miserable mess. Sin had done me in. The man led the couple in prayer. With that, according to Jim, we changed gods. Okay. So they're at rock bottom. They're looking for anyone to kind of tell them what

to do with their life. And they find this guy. This message always and always be sin had done me in. No, it didn't over indulging in hedonism and not having a life plan. Did you in don't need the devil to just make dumbass short-sighted decisions. We're all capable of doing that on our own. Saying sin, sin, you win, reads to me as as illogical as someone who gets really obese saying, well, cake did me in. No, you choosing to e-way too much cake, did you win? Plenty of people have a fantastic relationship with cake. Cake is not the problem.

Choosing to forsake vegetables, lean proteins and complex carbs in favor of continually praying at the altar of cake, that's gonna fuck you up. I've done plenty of drugs. I've engaged in plenty of quote unquote sin, you know, poo, poo, poo, poo, and so forth. And I'm doing fine. I didn't get carried away.

I realized early on that I don't have an addictive gene. I could go harder than stop. I paid attention to how my body and mind responded. If the poll would have been too strong, I'd like to think I would have stopped or eventually gone to rehab. And I know that's easy for a non-addictive person to say. I know that.

But I did think about it at least. I wasn't mindless, right? I found out what was right for me. And I wish more people would do that. There's a lot of people that it feels like they just do not think about the future in any real sense whatsoever. And that's just not a good plan for life. And look good for anyone who finds God

and then pulls themselves out of the gutter truly if that's what you think you need. But a good secular rehab center, better choices and finding your why all of Victor Frankl, that has also worked for many. Focusing on a positive tomorrow, putting in daily work to put a practical plan together for tomorrow, to stick to it, to pay your way through life.

That can be its own redemption. 1972 Sarah Green is born to Jim and Lila, their first and only daughter, her younger brother, their only son, Josh, will be born the following year. The family all in now, on fundamental, evangelical Christianity goes on a series of missionary trips to Panama, Aruba, Nicaragua where they blame their previous wanton and hedonistic ways on the devil's music.

In honest, a tannic counterculture, it was the hippies and the beetles. And it was the meth and Jesus saved them. You know, from having good sex and listening to awesome music. In 1978, after becoming Christians, Lila and James Green both serve in Miami Salvation Army now. This will later give them the inspiration for the ACMTC's military structure. Like the Salvation Army, ACMTC's emphasis is on spiritual warfare against Satan and his demons. And here you thought they were about thrift stores and donation drives around the holidays.

The ACMTC may have even taken his name from a sermon given by a Salvation Army co-founder, Katherine Booth, titled aggressive Christianity. Leila may have found inspiration in the Salvation Army's female leadership. Katherine Booth was the co-founder of the Salvation Army with her husband, William Booth. Born in 1829,

Katherine was raised in the pious and sheltered world of small town, Victorian England, where her mom was the model of Methodist piety. In her teenage years, Catherine suffered from a spinal curvature, was forced to lay in bed for months at a time. She read Theological Literature voraciously, especially the writings of Charles Finney and John Wesley. She soon not only became assured of her own salvation, she also felt that she was called to join public ministry. When she heard many fellow Christians suggest that a woman's place was in the home, not in missionary work, she wondered why the Christian church,

which preached a liberating gospel to both men and women, would keep women from occupying positions of authority in the ministry. In the early 1850s, she met and married William Booth, the young preacher who just started to make a name for himself. When she shared her emerging convictions with her new husband, he said, I would not stop a woman preaching on any account.

So he skipped a couple of verses from the Bible, interesting. He'd remained true to his word just under a decade later, before then he pushed his own new brand of aggressive street ministry. William Luther embarked upon his ministry career in 1852, desiring to win the last multitudes of England to Christ. He walked to streets of London to preach the gospel of Jesus to the poor, the homeless,

the hungry, the destitute. He found a market for this kind of preaching that was untapped at the time. People weren't really doing this at this time, in this place. He preached to the people who weren't allowed in traditional churches because of their nefarious reputations, to thieves, prostitutes, gamblers, drunken, the people Jesus actually hung out with. William Booth abandoned the conventional concept of a church in a pulpit, instead taking his message to the people, his enthusiasm, non-traditional methods led to disagreement with his original Methodist church leaders back in London.

As a result, he withdrew from his church, became a member of a more evangelical Methodist Reform Church, travel throughout England conducting evangelicalistic meetings. But that church also was not comfortable with a guy who wanted to be a full-time street preacher. Then he struck out on his own and became non-denominational in his preaching. In 1865 William Booth was invited to hold a series of evangelicalistic meetings in the working class in crime, written East End of London. He set up a tent in a Quaker graveyard and his services

became an instant success. His renowned as religious leaders spread throughout London. He attracted followers who were dedicated to really fight aggressively for the souls of men and women. In 1867, Booth had only ten full-time workers, but by 1874 that number had grown to a thousand volunteers. And 42 fellow evangelists, all serving under the name the Christian mission. Booth assumed the title of general superintendent. His followers then began calling him just general known as the hallelujah army, which is a lot like a regular army, but 100% worth less than in an actual battle. The conference spread out to the east end of London into neighboring areas and then to other cities. While reading a printer's proof of his ministries, 1878 annual report, Booth noticed the statement,

the Christian mission is like a volunteer army. And he crossed out the word volunteer, wrote in the word salvation, the salvation army. That's how the salvation army was born. Catherine meanwhile would finally start preaching in 1860, backing up a little bit. One of her sons later remarked, she reminded me again and again of counsel pleading with judge and jury for the life of the prisoner. The fixed attention of the court, the mastery of facts, the absolute self-forgetfulness of the advocate,

the ebb and flow of feeling, the hush during the vital passages all were there. So she was a very theatrical, very, very committed minister. As another unnamed man, put it, if I am ever charged with the crime, don't bother to get any of the great lawyers to defend me, get that woman. So she was, yeah, very, very convicted

in her approach to ministry. Lil' Green would be inspired greatly by Catherine status within the Salvation Army and by her approach to ministry. Though Catherine cared for a household of six of the times, she would eventually raise eight children she maintained a hectic preaching schedule throughout most of her life. While Catherine would never actually lead the Salvation Army,

she did take a significant leadership role in the church that was unheard of in England in the late 19th century, weighing in along with her husband and other men who had leadership roles beneath him. She added the administration of the army to her duties when her husband's preaching duties left him with no time to run the churches growing administrative duties and she earned the matriarchal role

the matriarchal role of the army mother Catherine would also write a book. I mentioned earlier called aggressive Christianity which would define Christian warfare and influence leelist substantially and also Jim through a series of analogies booth describes Christian warfare as one aggressive Having a passion to reach the lost with the message of the gospel Now I picture street preachers in high school or college cheerleading outfits be aggressive be be aggressive Be a gg r.e.s I be be aggressive kicks in but go on get them

Uh, I probably didn't get the rhythm of that right, but it's been a while since I heard that cheer. Adaptive number two, communicating the gospel in relevant ways without compromising the truth. Three, anointed, living as a credible witness for Jesus, empowered by the Holy Spirit. Here's a passage that's kind of illuminating about the Salvation Army's message and about how they thought about converting people that would reverberate in the ACMTC. Let's throw some military music behind it to give it the proper spirit. Oh, people say you must be very careful, very judicious. You must not thrust religion down people's throats.

Then I say you will never get it down. What? Am I to wait till an unconverted godless man wants to be saved before I try to save him? He will never want to be saved till the death battle is in his throat. What? Am I to let my unconverted friends and acquaintances drift down quietly to damnation and never tell them about their souls until they say, if you please, I want you to preach to me? Is this anything like the spirit of early Christianity? No!

Verily, we must make them look, tear the bandages off, open their eyes, make them bear it, and if they run away from you in one place, meet them in another and let them have no peace until they submit to God and get their souls saved. This is what Christianity ought to be doing in this land, and there are plenty of Christians to do it. Why we might give the world such a time of it, that they would get saved in very self-defense? If we were only up and doing in the term that they should have no peace in their sins, where is our zeal for the Lord? We talk of Old Testament saints, but I would, where we all like David. Rivers of water round down his eyes, because

men kept not the law of his God. But you say, we cannot all like David. Rivers of water ran down his eyes because men kept not the law of his God. But you say, we cannot all hold services? Perhaps not. Go as you like. Go as quietly and softly as the morning do. Have meetings like the friends, if you like, only do it. Don't let your relatives and friends in acquaintances die! And their blood be found on your skirts!

Don't be Satan's biscuit. Don't be some kind of wishy-washy Christian frick. God dang it. What the heck? Get out there and scream to people until they call the police and lock their doors. Be relentless with your families until they ban you from future gifts and others and tag andize co-workers until you're fired

and tag andize friends until you don't have any anymore. Sounds like Catherine. If she could have just, you know, got past the cursing and the violent references, I think she would have really liked some like Christian form of Whipple. Where are you, Rufle? A few feathers trying to get the good word out? Well, frick you then, sister Christian.

I'll pray for Jesus to kick your sweater stretchers off of the second coming. Jesus didn't just turn the water into wine. He turned weak just into a flippin' Whipple. Out now, Whipple, Christian addition. Same stimulants as regular whipple, minus all the Satan. Oh, you didn't know? We put the devil in every 48 hours count of regular whipple. Shout to flip up and drink up buttercup.

God didn't crucify his only son. He didn't have a weak bottom army full of nothing but timid, flipping fric faces. Jesus loves everyone, but when your dumb bottom has been long burning, he will not have whips. Only Jesus if you're real confused about Whipple. Or you can just accept that it's a very important energy drink that isn't meant for whiny, flippin' babies. Anyway, Salvation Army expanded to the US in 1880. After a few of both soldiers moved to Philadelphia, it's now ubiquitous red kettle campaign for which bell ringers collect donations outside stores and shoppin' malls every holiday season. If you live in the US, I'm sure you've seen them.

I believe in a lot of other Western countries too. That didn't start until the 1890s and didn't begin as a well planned fundraising campaign. Instead, one Salvation Army member in San Francisco came up with the idea on the fly when he needed to raise funds for a Christmas banquet. Today, the money collected to the Salvation Army's annual Bill Ringing fundraiser helps provide services. This is crazy. The money collected to the Salvation Army's annual bill ringing fundraiser helps provide services. This is crazy. For more than 25 million people in the US each year, according to their website, General

Booth died in 1912 after leaving a firm foundation for the work that the Salvation Army continues to perform today in 131 countries. I got to say, the Salvation Army has done a lot of good homeless shelters, disaster relief, humanitarianism, you know, so much more we have an awesome gym, you know, workout complex, with a fucking huge pool, water slide, all this crazy stuff, it's very, very nice, like one of the nicest gyms I've ever been in, and that was provided by the Salvation Army. Over the years, they've spent billions on helping those in need.

The ACMTC will take some structure notes from them, but we'll completely miss all the good parts. Okay. So now that we understand they're founding, who they kind of modeled their structure after, let's get back to Debbie Ding dong. Jimmy Buffalo's son sometime around 1980. They run out of money, Miami. Despite being born again in Christ and serviced to his heavenly vision, they still have not

put together a financial plan for how to pay their bills and how to raise a family down here on earth they still have a much time trying to hold down jobs they trade uh... you know low-income class mess and hippie living in the woods with no real life plan for missionary work and still having no real life plan green family now returns to Sacramento where they have family to help them get by for a bit

uh... lily gets to get the job work in the hospital uh... jim does not get work. He rests. His bad back. And why am I not surprised at all? The Jimmy Buffalo Sun can't hold down a job. I know that some people legitimately have bad backs and cannot work. I know that. I also know it's kind of like the disability claim of choice

that people who aren't really disabled like to file, right? Like people who have backs that only act up at the prospect of actual work. And then their back is somehow magically fine when they're doing something they enjoy. I have definitely known that person. Now eight years old, their daughter Sarah finally has a bit of a normal childhood, won't last long. For the moment, she's no longer being dragged around on missions and she attends a local school and makes him friends. 1991, some sources say 1979, probably 1981, Lilla and Jim found free love ministries, a religious community based out of their new Sacramento home. This is

the very beginning of what will become the ACMTC. They opened their doors after a sacodic episode. I mean, Revelation, they apparently had 1979. Their website describes the founding of free love ministries like this. In 1979, James and Deborah Green entered the prayer closet, and God was there. Oh, I swear, I wish I had a closet, my house. Speaking of them prophetically, he made it clear that he was raising up an army, his spirit army. True, there have been other armies claiming the Lord's name, but this was something new. It's always something new, the cult, the inside track. It was by the prophetic word of the Lord, the aggressive vision came to be. Believe in what God had said, the

generals took it to heart and began to give their lives so they could take, so they could live their lives to fulfill division. True to his word, after many years of seeking sacrifice, determination and hard work, God has brought into an existence, into existence in army. And that's just the beginning. Over the years, God has expanded and embellished the vision, bringing others into the revelation as well. Until today, God's holy tribal nation shines like a beacon on the high mountain, lifting others up and calling people around the world to give their lives and his service. Yes, God is raising up his army, an army of fearless, obedient disciples, the army that sheds no blood. This is how the aggressive vision came to be. The word of the Lord shall never fail.

Interesting, that out of all the people on earth, out of everyone on earth, God would choose Debbie Dingdong and Jimmy Buffalo set. A 34 year old who's back flares up at the prospect of gainful employment. To be one of, you know, his top earthly generals. To be his top two earthly generals. That seems a little sus to you?

Seems a little sus to me. Their name, free-love ministry, seems to clearly be a nod to their 1960s youth, flower children, teaching peace and universal brotherhood. Now they're not so flowery. They build up a compound on a message of hellfire and God's impending wrath now. The dozen or so people who would soon live at the camp

as they initially called it, four communal houses on X and 20 second streets in Sacramento that made up the ministry's base. They saw themselves as warriors doing daily battle with the world and it's many, many demons cult, cult, cult. The Greens attracted followers through a program they hosted on local radio and by passing out evangelical tracks at bus stops and college campuses, you know, restrooms, you know, like when you, I've seen that a million times going you go into the fucking urinal, and there's some weird ass little pamphlet there

written by some maniac about how damnation is near. Lila soon began to believe she was a prophet of the apocalypse. Oh fuck yeah, here we go. Be aggressive, be, be aggressive, be a GG, or yes, that's IV, come live on the compound. Here, the message we have found, make some angry Jesus sounds. Be aggressive.

Be, be aggressive. Lilla and Jim's radio messages grew more vigorous in their condemnation of homosexuality, psychoanalysis, rock and roll, and other blatantly satanic forces. And then for being too hateful, they get kicked off the air. Ha, therapy and new wave early 80ies music it's making everyone satanic damn you tears for fears damn you culture club

by convincing recruits to sign over all their earthly assets only state and want you to own your own shit don't you know that the greens moved into a old single-family house of a noisy freeway in downtown sacrameno where the cold got going you know and then about those three days in homes with their four little houses uh... the three adjacent homes were called the barracks. They all shared a backyard. Now this is compound number one. About 50 followers would ultimately move into this camp. And it was soon re-dubbed. Fort Freedom. Sarah lived with her parents in the

main house, the Citadel. Welcome to the Citadel and for freedom, sure I know it looks like four shitty houses right next to the freeway and a bad part of downtown Sacramento, but it is actually the Citadel. You are, you are, what a great honor to live in the camp. Sarah's life at Fort Freedom was pretty tumultuous in sixth grade. She was pulled from local public school, homeschooled, but not really that well. She now studied the Bible and not a lot of

anything else. When Sarah had problems and brought them to her mother who was now leading this cult, Lila started to tell her basically whatever the problem was to fast and pray and deal with it. Noise. God, I should start doing that with my kids. That would make parenting so much fucking easier if I didn't have to actually think about how to help them with their problems. We had a problem with Kaira's class recently on vacation. He went to this class out of the district. I'm going to track down his whole family effort.

His stepdad actually ended up kind of saving the day through a contact he had, but there was a mistake. His counselor gave him the wrong information to sign up for this outer district class and his counter goes on vacation, right? And now we can't email him because he's not checking his emails and we're calling the school. Nobody else seems to know what's fucking going on. You know, it's just a week of a lot of emails a lot of phone calls to finally get this thing Resolve for him and what I should have done is just told him to pray about it Get it get out of here. Stop bugging me. I'm trying to get some sun go fast for a while

You know for everything God that make things easier dad. I don't feel good. I still have a fever I've had diarrhea for three three days. Well, maybe pray harder. Come on. Clearly you're not fasting enough. If you have poop to poop, Deke, please help me with this camp application. Can I? Yes, but I won't.

You need to just fast. If you fast enough, if you stop eating for long enough, somehow you'll get into the camp. Mysterious ways around this time. Approximately 1984, Lila, as a dark horse of the apocalypse, mysterious ways. Around this time, approximately 1984, Lila as a dark horse of the apocalypse, now starts conducting unsettling ceremonies

in the basement of the Citadel. Things are getting fun now. There, one of God's favorite children, prophesizes. And performs exorcisms often. Like, apparently like a lot heavy on the exorcisms because they're followers, they were rife with demons, they that are real demon situation happening there. Good thing she was there to save them.

And this is my favorite part. She starts leading these strange. What the fuck is going on here, rituals where participants will lay on the floor and violently birth, quote unquote, new souls into God's army. Yes. Women start to lay down on the floor and pretend to have babies. And then these pretend babies are actually souls who will help win the war against Satan as part of God's army. God's army. I'm not sure what verse that's based on. I couldn't

find it. I think I was consistently given the wrong Bible growing up. When I get into these cults, I'm like, I don't remember that from my Bible. Maybe it comes from like the book of ding dong or second wacky noodles or something. Imagine watching that ritual. If you can watch that shit and not pack up and leave the compound, I think you're probably sticking around to the very end. Also sources don't say only women are doing this.

I just assume that, but who knows? Maybe men had to lay down and push some spirit babies out of their poop hole loopholes. For comedic purposes, God hopes so. Push, Bobby. Just all fucking sweaty. Push, push that soul out of your loophole. And then Bobby said, not so hard, Bobby. We can't build God's army out of gas. That's gas, not a spare baby. Come on. You're not trying hard enough with any year of form. I know that's so juvenile, but God, I just think about people down there. No, that's not a baby.

You're ruining it. Stinks down here now. Doesn't smell like God's army. With any year of of forming this compound, life or followers grow significantly more structured. Meeting start being held daily, members start wearing military uniforms. During the day, they'll leave the, you know,

Citadel, leave their fucking nonsense compound and go work random jobs for whatever reason. A lot of them work with this local frame and art shop. They infiltrate the secular world to make some, you know, cold, sold as shop. The infiltrate the secular world to make some, you know, called sold as cash. The overwhelming majority of their income was enforced, you know, to, or folded, excuse me, back into the ministry.

Jim Green, his back, too outgie. Oh, oh, ah, my back, for real work. He spends a lot of his time drawing. He fills his new monthly publication, Battle Cry, Aggressive Christianity with illustrations of swords, soldiers, knights, and cool armor, grotesque demons, devils. He lists of feared black arts, a barrage of scenes of violence and confrontations, like shit that I would doodle in like fifth grade.

I found some pics and Jimmy Buffalo Sun is, you know, not surprisingly, not good at drawing. It probably, it probably hurts back too much to put in real effort into it. The Greens constantly pass along Leela's revelations to followers. Even ones so over the top, obviously stupid, they probably should have been kept, you know, quiet on it. Like in the July 19, four issue of Battle Cry, Leela Green tells followers how God spoke to her, I'm not making this up, gave her a recipe for travel bars.

Listening out ingredients such as health food store, powdered milk, directions for wrapping the bars on aluminum foil so they don't get stale. It feels like she must have hearing God speak to her here with reading an old issue of better homes and gardens or good housekeeping. Members were now instructed to cut off contact with friends and family who weren't willing

to also join the cult. I'm doing this for Jesus, a 13 year old girl explained in a farewell letter to her grandma, how sad is that? I don't think I'll ever see you again. No, thank you, Nana Satan. You made your flipping bed. You chose watching Magnum PI and McGiiver, sleeping in your own bed, cooking casseroles,

watering your tomatoes in the backyard, over sleeping in your own bed, cooking castorals, watering your tomatoes in the backyard, over sleeping on the floor of God's salvation compound, and feasting on the Lord's travel bars and pushing out gas. I mean spirit babies. Somewhere on 1985, the now 38 year old Lilla marks her status as an oracle of the divine by Conor's self, Deborah, after the only female judge in the Bible. She also gave the group a new name, one that better telegraphed its growing militancy,

free love ministries, it's flipping over. There's a new sheriff, I mean, fake army in town. And his name is Pupicle McLeopold and the Provo floats. Boom, Shaka Laka! JK, it's aggressive Christianity mission training course. God, what's their name was Pupicle McLeopold and the Provo floats though.

That's a quote I would at least go to the introductory meeting. Jim and Deborah called for the creation of a holy tribal nation, a theocracy where militant holiness is demanded of all. Members are to give their money to the group, which most were already doing, but now give it all and avoid all forms of devil pop culture. There was also a particularly intense fixation

on the sins of the body. Per one group document, we don't pamper the flesh for it is never satisfied. It is for a little while, after you jerk off. You do. If you don't know, you get a respite. I will say that. Following Jesus' example, we die to our desires and crucify the carnal beast within. Nice try, wet pussy. You just got crucified. No, I will not slide my heart dick in and out of you building the climax. Thank you very much. Be gone, Luciferina. Jesus loves his children,

but hates their wet pussies and hates their boners. Two years later in their 1987, responsibilities of command, officer manual, get the fuck out of here. Responsibilities of command. The ministry states its new beliefs. Our ministry, sometimes known as ACMTC, holy tribal nation, free love ministries,

and life force team. It's completely founded on the Bible and the doctrines they're in. We are also Biblices. We believe in theocratic rule. Under his eye, may the Lord open, which means we believe in the divine dictatorship of God Almighty.

We subject everything to the Lord and he dictatorship of God Almighty. We subject everything to the Lord and He takes care of us. We are an intentional community of Christians. The ministry was founded in 1901 by General James and General Debra Green. We believe in a military structure, which is partially based off the original pattern of the Salvation Army commenced by William and Catherine Booth in the mid-1800s. I like how they make themselves seem nicer and more legitimate by connecting themselves to a well-known and famously humanitarian Christian organization. The 1987 description also states their spiritual beliefs.

One, his grace is demonstrated that we might be free from captivity, but his freedom is to be used for and unto his ultimate intention. Your life must be dedicated to God and God alone. No motley crew, no poison, no warrant. Do not partake in a slice of hair metal cherry pie. It will lead to your damnation. Two, God always asks, I'm making up the, the butt rock stuff obviously there.

Two, God always asks that which is impossible to the natural man in order that his people will be dependent upon divine spiritual resources. Okay. I read this as listen to Debbie Ding Dong. She is God's most important spiritual resource. Jimmy Buffalo son also has some cool drawings of monsters that I don't know will help you on your pilgrimage. Number three, God designs all things to function properly under his control. He is not content to merely set us free, but longs to turn our capacity. That is, he longs to bring us back into his captivity.

God wants us to lay on the ground and make spirit babies. That's kind of what I'm getting here. I know it's hard to understand, but that's what we interpret from this statement. Mysterious ways. Oh, that's a lay on the floor and push, but not too hard. Push just enough to get a little like, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, there it goes. Maybe he gone, fight the battle, but not hard enough to be like, ah, ah,. I interpret this as them saying easy on the meth.

It makes Jimmy Buffalo son get a little too knife happy in the woods. Number five, God's pattern is not spurred of consecration and dedication, but a consistent walk leading into a continuous unfolding revelation of his plan and purpose. I interpret this as you can't just give your whole paycheck sometimes. God demands more devotion than that. Jimmy Buffalo son needs expensive art supply, pencils for his super cool drawings. Morning to Fort Freedom are now starting earlier than ever with a five a.m. service in the Citadel.

Gotta keep those recruits tired. Helps keep them confused, right? All the big cold leaders figured that shit out. Dwight York, Jim Jones, David Kuresh. That's a cult one on one power move. After Brett Fassera and the groups now approximately seven other children receive a few hours of homeschooling, make sure they can read and write, but not too much else. Don't want them to get too worldly. In the evening, there were more services, more prayers, more chores. Whenever Sarah

pushes back against this rigid schedule, her dad, Jim Beecher, with a belt or a switch, no spare in the rod. Sarah tries to do something small for herself like at a hobby. Uh, and she lands on collecting antiques. But this is forbidden by the group thinking the items are idolatrous, right? Meaning they start thinking that Sarah's worshiping her antiques more than God. Other members do this big public ceremony of chopping them into pieces in front of her. Huh. One woman recalls, uh, uh, what

letter we call hearing Sarah's wails from the courtyard when this happens. Or you thinking going antique in Sarah, you'd be better off sucking dick in an opium din. No place has more sin than an antique shop. Did you ever watch antique road show? Well, don't if you care about your soul. It's practically an infirmarsure for the devil. Everyone knows that. Debra started to demand more enthusiastic worship over followers, speaking tongues right already. Got to want you to babble like an idiot.

That's how he knows that you love him. Uh, Mara Schmeyer, a member in her mid 30s at the time, remembers Deb chastising her for not screaming, vomiting and rising on the floor like other members did. That's her description. Deb was, it was mad at her for not screaming, vomiting and rising on the floor like other members did. That's her description. Deb was mad at her for not screaming, vomiting, and rising on the floor. Be aggressive, be aggressive, rise on the floor if you don't want to be Satan's whore.

Once when she was pregnant, Maura's husband completely buying into Debora's bullshit tells Maura that their baby is gonna be born possessed with a demon if she can't rise harder. Come on. Right? possessed with a demon if she can't ride harder come on right I'm sure I'm sure Deb went you know full drill sergeant on moora regarding her you know lack of enthusiasm Corporal Mora Do you want your baby to be filled with demons you weak faith frickin maggot?

How many of Satan's children do you hope to fill your infant vessel with harlot of Babylon? 1000 one million let go of your doubt by my message completely more and more on I am God's apocalyptic oracle There will be snacks for the final showdown, and I will be baking them per God's instructions because he has given me the recipe for travel bars You can eat my travel bars wash my feet or you can get burnt to hell fire Throw up in Babel, push a demon out of your Satan tunnel before it's too late. Soon another son of Mars with this she refused to beat her children.

Well, not her children, exactly her baby. She was standing in one of the services in the Citadel. One morning, her baby made a little noise, like a little girl, you know, like an infant baby does, not even crying, a cute little noise, but Deb, general Deb found it distracting. And she commanded Mora to go and beat her six-month-old infant. That'll teach that disrespectful little fuck with their stupid little baby brain.

They cannot literally comprehend what disrespect means. Praise God. Mora refuses, and Deb is not happy. She calls this to find spiritual adultery. Moro also refuses to beat her two-year-old for not using the toilet when commanded. And I gotta say, I'm starting to hate Moro, right? It's almost like she wants her kids

to be infested with demons. For this continual disrespect, Moro becomes a target of Deb's anger. Is now often beaten and abused by Deb. She's not gonna beat her kids. She's gonna get beaten herself. At a service one evening, Deborah ends up banishing Mara to the shed in the backyard. And then she will have to live there for several months. Moral will claim she has forced to spend so much time in the shed, often locked in the

shed that she ends up having a hard time standing fully upright when she's finally released from her shed timeout. And I got gotta say, it sounds like a fair punishment. It's like God said, in a verse that now escapes me, Mara, if thou art too evil to beat thy baby and thou almost baby, thou must be banished to the sin shed. So say it's the Lord our God. Debra also gave more a new name,

for Satan makes her perform constant demeaning tasks like carrying rocks around, pointlessly, cleaning garbage cans when she's not shed bound. After she gets out of the shed, two other women will later receive the same punishment. Get to the shed, Becky! You banish the shed, Deborah names them, Baron and despise. We got Forsaken, Baron and despised. That's the name they have to go by.

Let's fucking shed ladies. After several months, Debbie Dingdong banishes for Sakin entirely from the compound. She tells Amara she has to go. Her non-baby beaten ways are dragging down the spiritual morale of the whole group. The Elb tells her that God has no place for Mara and his army. He only wants baby bitters. They make the best soldiers. At the time, Mara is so brainwashed and tired, she actually felt thankful that her children

were allowed to stay behind with her father. It seemed like a great kindness that only she was banished. But then once she got out, she got a little bit rest, she talked to some people who weren't completely out of their fucking minds. She's like, wait a minute, things were not good there. She begins to recognize that she'd experienced abuse, not being part of a godly community. In 1989, she sews the ACMTC over how she'd been punished and she wins a million dollar judgment and is reunited with her kids. The lawyers who represented Mara spoke with other community members. They got a good look at this strange little gang, not being cult members. They didn't like what they saw. It's her eyes that the greens were

intelligent, crafty motherfuckers who had gotten real good at controlling others. Lawyer Robert Blazer said, Lil' Green is the real power behind this group. She's one of those people you look in the eyes and you feel real strange, a Charles Manson type. Yep. I've watched some of Deb's videos and I agree. Jim and Deb lose their case partially by refusing to appear in court, they're too arrogant. How dare the court ask God's generals to defend themselves

from baseless accusations from forsaken. Oh, you're going to trust forsaken over us. Okay. That's shit, Mitch. All right. As part of the judgment of the all the group's buildings are seized by the court, Debra, of course, is furious. Debra, I mean, God then suddenly demands the compounds destruction.

Time for some smite and Sarah and other members sneak back to the compound on Debra's orders. They climb over a chain link fence near an old pomegranate tree and they destroy their former compound with sledgehammers. They tear up floors, they sever beams, they punch through sheet rock. Like Christ would have done. They turn the other cheek, they grab a sledgehammer and they start to swing it. A little nod to this can be found today on their website. One of the most opposed scriptures that we believe in is 1 Corinthians 6, 9, verse 10.

Do you not know that the unrighteous and the wrongdoers will not inherit or have any share in the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived neither the impure and immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor those who participate in homosexuality nor cheats nor greedy graspers and then parenthetical like suing another Christian for twenty million dollars. I may have had it. Nor drunkards nor foul mouth revelers and slanderers nor extortioners and robbers will inherit or have any share in the kingdom of God. I'm surprised they didn't just write here. Nor extortioners and robbers looking at you mora you fricking back seven biscuit

June of 1989 the fledging cult now flees Sacramento They move briefly to a location near cool, California little town of about four thousand forty miles northeast of Sacramento I'd never heard of cool before. Love that name. I wish it was near some California towns called like, sick, drippy, so awesome. Fuck yeah, bro. She won't take you about an hour to get to cool. Drive towards sick and take a ride on Mainstreet when you get to drippy and drive right on through so awesome.

Take the cool cutoff just outside of fuck yeah, bro. And cool, the group is accused of conducting militaristic training exercises. Group calls itself free land mountain for a while. Next they settled in Klamath Falls, Oregon. The tumult of the lawsuit, subsequent loss of their compound, took a toll in the membership. By September, the downed is just 19 people. Wonder how Debbie Dingdong spun that.

I'm gonna guess she sold some story about how God was testing their faith. God wanted to make sure the ACMTC was a bunch of wishy-washy bandwagoners. Just sticking around during the super fun times. When they're giving all their money to the compound, getting barely any sleep, constantly hearing about how Satan is everywhere, beating the shit cake out of their infants, studying the Bible every day, pretending to give birth to spirit babies in the basement.

I mean, of course, you're gonna stick around for all that fun, but what about when the go-on gets tough? Quality of life falls along with membership numbers in late in 899, 1989, excuse me, 1990, much of the group's food is now coming from dumpsters. It's tough for members to get steady jobs to help cover cult bills, locals are mocking their homage style clothes that they're wearing while selling random groups or goods around town, baked goods, you know, archencraft type stuff. On climate falls, they're able to open up a restaurant,

but residents are so suspicious of the group they refused to eat there. Cutting off the group's primary source of income shortly after the open, I bet service was so fucking weird there. I picture waiters and waiters wearing camo and combat boots aggressively taking your order. Welcome to God's wrath, Cafe, he's in maggot. You are not worthy of our divine nourishment, but we will serve you anyhow because we are pious and righteous. Today's special, like every day, is God's fricking travel bar. We also have a pretty mean spaghetti, bull and nays.

Dead was given both recipes by the Lord himself. So if you don't like them, you are of the devil or declare heathen. We also have flipping coke products, including Fanta and Barks root beer, which I feel pairs nicely with the spaghetti. A local climate resident named Sutod remembered the group years after they left saying they called themselves the aggressive Christian ministry Oregon, the girls wore blue skirts,

knee high socks and red or maroon sweaters, some head babies, the community pretty much ignored them. They bought a couple houses, left them in shambles. They seem to have ditched their military guard for a bit. God must have told them to chill for a while on that, right? Build the numbers back up before getting too militant. Or maybe they couldn't afford them at the time, right? Because of stupid mora ruining so much for them. Things don't go well for them in Oregon. Sarah becomes depressed. Her weight drops to just 79 pounds. She wanted to attend a midwife-free school, but she knows that her mom will never let her leave when she approaches the

top of her mom. Her mom forbids her, of course, from applying. Her parents also start to encourage her pretty intensely to get married, something they'd be doing since she was 12. In her teenage years, Sarah had already rejected numerous proposals from various men in the cult who saw marriages away to gain status with Deb and Jimmy. In 1990, not long before Sarah's 18th birthday, she does finally give in to her parents demands to get married and in unofficial ceremony, she wedded a 28 year old cult member. She'd later say she didn't really like this guy,

but she was worried her parents would match her with someone she liked even less, who was a lot older if she kept resisting. There was also the hopeful promise of motherhood from a marriage. She thought that perhaps a baby might give her something to live for. Doesn't sound like life is real fun in this cult. Fun is for the devil.

At some point, 1991, or between 1991-1993, the group relocates to some land near Burrito, New Mexico, a small farming town of about 1500 just north of the Mexican border, right on the New Mexico and Texas border, a place with based on some Yale parades, some pretty good barbecue and taco joints, and not a lot of, not a lot else. I'm sure it's lovely.

Actually, I'm not sure. I hope it's lovely. In 1993, when Sarah's 21, she gives birth in an old brick former schoolhouse at the ATM's ACMTC has now is now calling their compound. The child a boy, well, they probably don't call it a compound, call their home. The child a boy arrives early, it's tiny, Sarah's precious, precious repair and slutter visit a hospital where the medical staff insisted the baby boys, you know, a preemie who should stay in the hospital.

Deb argues with an elderly pediatrician there who relents and allows Sarah to take the child back home on the condition that she returned for a checkup in a week's time. She does not return. Her mom doesn't let her, but luckily the kid does survive. Back at the schoolhouse, Sarah now tries to find something to do for herself by transforming a desert plot into a garden. She plants vegetables, herbs, passion fruit, trumpet vine, throws herself into cult work, making incense, soaps, baked goods at the members' cell while seeking new recruits in neighboring

cities. Somehow, the cult makes enough money doing this shit to fund some missions to a variety of countries like India, Nigeria, Malawi, or Deb goes to look for new recruits. I bet she focused on potential members with deep enough pockets to help bankroll all this bullshit. There was also another motivation for these trips. Deb was scouting out new places to flee to and build a new compound if things ever got, you know, trouble some legal wise again. She'll one gets sued again. Almost Colt member Bob Heden was able to provide a little insight into what life in the cult was, like at this time, in 1995, Bob, who was 65 at that time, was living in El Paso,

just under 30 miles from Burrito, and he thought about joining the ACMTC, but quickly changed his mind. He was recovering emotionally from the recent death of his wife, looking for Christian fellowship and Bible study, what he found in Burrito was something different. Instead of Bible study, he found a group member to war black uniforms with burrays who saluted and addressed each other by military ranks. There wasn't a Bible in sight, he said.

They had sort of a holy roller type. They had sort of holy roller type prayer meetings in the mornings, and in the evenings where everyone rolled around on the floor and talked in tongues. Sounds fun. He noticed that the group's members were really isolated from the rest of the world. No television, no radios, not even kids toys for the kids. On the bottom floor of the converted schoolhouse was a huge kitchen where soldiers baked hundreds

of loaves of bread every morning to go sell. The upper floor was full of copies of wisdom's cry, a tabloid newspaper currently being published and mostly written by groups leaders. First, they had battle cry. now they have wisdom's cry early trying to find out i really try to find a copy of one of these publications online uh... not sure they exist links on the website no longer work properly i i did find an excerpt of one of uh... deb sermons online though let's set let's see what debi ding dong

was talking about out in the mexico desert tell you i worked in a hospital and i've watched centers died and i've seen the destination that comes across their faces was talking about out in New Mexico desert. They're living out of them and I've seen them blowed up like stuck hogs and I've seen them die right there And no chance to get right with God Yeah, and probably when they were living on top of the world and they had their pockets full of money And they were dealing their drugs and everybody thought they were a big man or a big woman They probably thought there was no tomorrow, but tomorrow came and when the curtain came down on tomorrow They cannot raise that curtain up and when they breathe that last breath of life It is final what they've done in this life

Mm-hmm and there is no turning back and there is no life coming back into those dead corpses Let me tell you another thing I've wheeled corpses to the more I've literally pushed those carts and I've seen those bodies and they are cold and they are yeah and their time is over. That's how dead bodies work and they can't get it back. Also, yep, how dead bodies work. And many of them probably were fools who laughed about God and who mocked God and who made one of the things of God and who talked about God as some old jolly old man upstairs or I'll get with right with God in my time Or maybe when I'm older I'll serve God or maybe they said religion is for old people or old ladies

Or I don't want to go to church. It's boring. I love this party life But let me tell you something there on that cold cart and there being wheel to the board there's no party life because that is more fainting and their soul has gone to hell. Yeah, I yai yai, gosh dang, be afraid me, sex, be very afraid. I felt like she was speaking directly to me. Call me a fool for my mockery there. I wish I could have sat to one of Deb's sermons. I kind of like that fantasy as you know, relaying earlier. I would have loved to interrupt her and then watch her try

to beat me like a baby. Excuse me, Deb, sorry to interrupt. I was told there would be snacks. I heard there was travel bars. When are we having the snacks? And then after she gets back into it, now after I shut up for a while, interrupt her again about 30 seconds later. Hey, Deb, are you sure you were paying close attention to God when he gave you the travel bar recipe? Because at the risk of sounding ungrateful, it feels like you could use more sugar. Like maybe a bit more butter, salted butter, perhaps. I'm sure God knows that everything's better

with a bit more butter and sugar. And then after being screaming out for a while, I'm promising to let her continue on uninterrupted, you know, let her go for about 50 more seconds. Sorry, Deb, I hate to mess up your flow yet again, but I think I think I might have a spirit baby in my bottom. It's hard to tell. I want to let it out, but I'm afraid I might be gas.

I don't want to, too. I don't, have it for me. I don't want to shart in the middle of your sermon. So should I roll a dice and see what loophole is out of my poophole or should I go to the bathroom? Because I also don't want to flush a possible soldier. And God's army in the toilets. Followed a question, Deb, can a turd be one of God's soldiers in disguise? What? God just told you to give me my disarmable

discharge. Okay. All right. Fine. Fine. I'll be honest. I haven't been real impressed with your army. Bob Heiden was not impressed with their army either. He estimated only 10 to 12 people. They were the burrito compound. Most of them adults, a few in their teens. And by the way, she is full military guard. I should have given that sermon. The group would soon leave burrito and settle in fence like New Mexico, where they would have thousands of members. They would go strong enough to make the US military fear them. US Secretary of Defense at the time.

Future VP Dick Cheney was quoted as saying, I rat concerned me. North Korea bothers me. Russia and China scare me. North Korea bothers me. Russia and China scare me, but only the aggressive Christian military training corps under general Deborah Greens and dance leadership terrifying me and keep me up at night. Even the full mind of the US military might not be enough to defeat God's army, especially when they can two doubt as many new soldiers as they need to. JK of course, they've not grown huge and fence like they would stay small and pathetic and weird in july of nineteen ninety seven debra and jim purchase six hundred forty acres

that have been part of the old tingle range of fence like in the mexico they got a good deal in the land because almost no one wants to live anywhere near fence like apologies to all my fence like listeners but this place is an absolute and total fucking shit hole. Thanks to Google Street and satellite views, uh, for letting me look around long enough to be absolutely 1000% certain. I will never waste a single minute of my life traveling to this land of a few dirty dilapidated

buildings surrounded by dusty parking lots, one paved road, the highway, and miles and miles of flat-bearing desert. It is not a town. It is a post office surrounded by dusty ranches, literally not one restaurant. As at least a few years ago, they still didn't even have self-on-service. It honestly looks like a place where you go film a dystopian horror movie.

It looks like where a clan of in-bred cannibal hillbillies would be holed up in a abandoned shack, 50 years after some kind of atomic apocalypse, wipes the world out, looking for drifters to fucking eat, not necessarily in that order. But you know, if you live there and you like it and you listen to this podcast,

I am fucking surprised. So you land a move, gosh dang, you'll be happier, homeless, on a beach around San Diego, and you will be as a land bearer in this dusty wasteland. As of the 2010 census, Fence Lake, New Mexico to population,

I said earlier, 42, according to local residents, the name was derived from the original settlers having to fence off the only good pond in the area to keep animals from shitting in it. That's perfect. The ACMTC settled about 10 miles east of this census designated place and called their compound Shimrodna, Echlicea, or Miracle River. Let's go with Miracle River.

That's easier to say. The Greens used the fence lake post office to mail out their weird publications and, you know, Jimmy's sweet drawings. And what brought them to Defense Lake? Why leave when they had it so good in Burino? Well, they kind of stole a baby. And head to flee. Or they felt they should flee.

In 1997, after a mission trip through East Africa, Debbie Ding Dong returned home with big news. She claimed to have met a pregnant young woman who'd agreed to give the group her baby. Why would the group want her baby or any baby that has never made clear? I guess they thought it would be good soldier or something. The ACMTC would accept the child to what Deborah called a closed adoption. The handoff would involve no government agencies or official oversight, not suspicious at all. The young mother apparently agreed to the plan because Debra promised to give the child a better life in America. And because the mom worried a newborn might derail her dreams for her future.

At least that's what Deb said. I don't believe Deb. Deb assigned her daughter Sarah to go get this baby. She would take it to the local American consulate claimant as her own baby. Sarah who had recently had a second son lived on the compound and was still lactating. You know, could pull this off. To explain how Sarah, a white woman had given birth to a black baby, you know, Sarah was just to tell the officials of the father was a local man, who she couldn't find now, and,

you know, she needed to return to America. Obviously, this seems less and less like adopting and more and more like kidnapping. Sarah thought she'd do the right thing. She actually thought the mom wanted to give up the baby. Also knew that she had no real choice and that her sons would be punished if she didn't go. Surely before Thanksgiving in 1997, Sarah gets on a plane to retrieve the newborn. Also knew that she had no real choice and that her sons would be punished if she didn't go. Shortly before Thanksgiving in 1997, Sarah gets on a plane to retrieve the newborn. She straps $10,000 in cash to her legs.

Deborah Scheme goes exactly as planned. Upon accepting the baby, Sarah gives the mom $1,000. Money the young woman seemed to have not expected. She then secured a consular report of birth abroad to clear in herself as the mother. Together with the baby. She boards the plane heads home. She returns back to burrito where Sarah starts raising the little girl asked her own several months later.

However, the group hears from the girls on to his track them down. I'm sure through great effort. The aunt is in the US and wants to visit see what the fuck's going on with his baby, Deborah Panics afraid the woman's coming to take her child, which probably was kidnapped and decides to pack up and move again. ACMTC members wander in a caravan for several weeks now. They make their way all the way up into Utah and Colorado. I can't find a proper place for a compound.

So they head back down not too far from Brino in the New Mexican desert. Sarah thought about leaving. She thought about it for years, but the same roadblocks still existed. What about her children? She loved being a mom, desperately wanted to get her kids access to education and healthcare,

but at the same time, she knew life outside the cult would be just as insecure. She only had a couple days worth of money scrolled away, didn't have a job or a resume to go get a job if she got out. She wanted to be possible on a physical level, right? How would she leave with three small children with so many people trying to stop her from leaving?

Soon she would meet a possible way out. In the summer of 1990, young man briefly becomes involved with ACMTC. He's a wanderer from either Australia or New Zealand, Sarah couldn't remember which. They started taking long walks together before long Sarah begins having feelings for him or romantic feelings soon reveals to him

that she wants to run away. As fall approaches, a plan begins to take shape. The young man is heading to Canada to renew his visa. She tells Sarah and Sarah wants to go with him. This means leaving without her kids, which breaks her heart, but she makes up her mind that she will return for them once she's established herself outside the compound. The day before she leaves, Sarah packs a backpack with photos of her kids, her parents, her brother, along with some granola bars, a water bottle, a stack of evangelical

tracks. She plans to use the flyers as an alibi if she gets caught trying to leave saying she's not running away. She's just going to do some recruiting. That night she reads her kid's stories, squeezes them tight. Oh man, so fucking sad. writes a meet to letter telling them she loves them and will return soon. And she gets into bed and waits around midnight on a September night in 1999. Sarah Green sneaks out of bed, creeps out of the house a full moon illuminates her path to a small shack where she'd hidden

her backpack in preparation for this escape. She's 26. She runs past some flower beds, glances back at the shack and scattered trailers of the compound. Nervous sweat runs down her back as she listens for the Yelp of dogs, which prowled the property. She crouches by a wood shack waits for the young man to join her. He soon appears, then two now quietly walk to a stone wall, the edge of the compound, throw their bags over, climb over to the other side, and then they've run, run, run. Eventually, they make it to the road, hitchhike, the Los Angeles where they take a bus north of Seattle, camp out under a bridge for a while, and then the young man continues on to Canada without Sarah.

Despite her feelings for him, she's worried about trying to leave the country. She moves into a church shelter and gets a job at a coffee shop. Once she'd saved up a little money, she rents a room from a pair of nudists, sleeps on their floor, and a sleeping bag. Which I knew more about her time here, what a strange life transition to go from people preaching every day about how sinful sexuality is, to moving in with some dude who probably starts his day making pancakes with his balls out. Though she works constantly, Mrs. or kids Sarah is also enjoying her newfound freedom. She now eats whatever she wants.

She wears whatever she wants. She goes to art galleries, to the park, to the library. She goes to the grocery store. She buys processed foods like ramen noodles, almonds, Hershey bars, powdered mini donuts, fuck yeah, mini donuts. Those might be one of God's miracles. She goes and sees a play called metamorphosis. She had literally never done these things before.

Not since she was a small child as far as I could grocery store and things, but she had never had, even then she wouldn't have had the freedom to buy what she wanted. She felt she feels overwhelmed by guilt on a daily basis. She worries that she is condemning herself to hell by fleeing. You know, everyday frustrations make her wonder if God is judging her.

She worries about her kids. She struggles with feeling like she's abandon them. Then nine months after her escape, Sarah gets a call from Deborah. She shocked her mom, she tracked her down. Perhaps through cards she had sent to her kids. After begging Sarah to return, Deborah put Sarah's husband on the line who also begs their daughter to come back. Sarah refuses but now stays in contact with the cult. Deb plays some things somewhat cool back in Fence Lake, but she has gone ballistic over

Sarah Levy. She went Kuku, former ACMTC member Julie Gideano would say, I watched that lady go crazy in front of my face. And that's saying something. This is going from someone who did not think Deb was Kuku or crazy back when she was telling her that God spoke to her, that the end was coming soon, was wearing a general outfit,

demanding that crying infants be beaten, presiding over crazy sessions of speaking in tongues or kicking out spirit babies. Oh, that shit was totally sane, but now she's gone Kuku. Debord begins going on ferocious fast. And I will say she is very thin in many of her videos. Not eating for days or weeks at a time, demanding the same for army. And particularly fire, we sermon she rages about Sarah's want and ways, right? She'd lost her shit. What little shit she had left by this point. She began subjecting members to more

appalling punishments than ever, especially the little girl Sarah had brought to America, according to claims later made in court claims it would lead to guilty verdicts. And the years following Sarah's departure, Deborah tortures this poor girl physically, emotionally, and also sexually. She forces her to perform a hard labor, be sure with the whip that a detective will compare to a catanine tails, deprives her of sufficient nutrition to the point she develops rickets out in the New Mexican heat. Her softening bones grow visibly mischaping.

According to another former member, she justified some of this physical abuse by explaining to followers that God might want her to return the girl to her home country someday. And in that case, she needs to be strong and tough. Okay. She needs rickety bones to brave the trials and tribulations of her homeland. Meanwhile, back in Seattle by June of 2000, Jimmy Buffalo son and Debbie Ding Dong's daughter, Sarah is still trying to eke out a life herself while also communicating with the cult, hoping to figure out how to reunite with their children without having to rejoin her parents' cult.

Praise God. We are all glad to have had contact with you after so many months, Deb wrote to Sarah in a June 2000 email. You are coming back. You are going to be delivered of the demons that have held you in captivity. I wonder if she's referring to those mini donuts, when she talks about demons there. I mean, if you eat enough of them, it will feel,

it will feel like your stomach's full of demons. Sarah wrote back to her mother about her little sinful binge in Seattle. I still love you all very much, no matter what a mess I've made in my life. She wrote in one letter. At the end of an email to Deb, she signed off as your worthless daughter, who was finally starting to see herself. Not sure if this

self-loathing is genuine here or if she just, you know, saying to her mom what her mom wants to hear. It may have been some self-loathing. She did feel conflicted, she would say later. Those serres was glad to have left the ACMTC. She still carried, right, her childhood's worth of teachings inside of her, You know, sometimes Deb would mail religious tracks to distribute the, you know, two Sarah, sometimes Sarah would actually distribute them, thinking maybe she could help somebody. Her first year on the outside would be marked by mixed belief and unbelief. She emailed an old friend from the group in December 2000. Many days I just wake up hating my whole existence of everything that I've ever done.

I turned 28 yesterday. I felt a lot older than that. She does start taking a few nursing classes. She meets a man at a coffee shop. She works at start dating him soon. She gets pregnant. 10 months after this baby is born, she decides to fulfill the promise she had made to return to New Mexico for her kids.

Now seven, five, and the little girl is four. She writes letters, home falsely suggesting she may rejoin the group. She knows that without such a sureances her parents would never allow her back on the compound. The letters work, she is invited back in the spring of 2002, with her new baby in tow. She gets back to Fence Lake. The land where dreams go to die, be buried in the dust unless that dream is to be a cattle rancher who hates the color green, loves the desert, hates eating out, going to the movies,

high speed internet, copy shop, civilization, so you know the people who don't work in the ranch, then it's a paradise. Two and a half years have passed and Sarah had last seen her kids. Her oldest son would not come near her when she returns. The younger boys happy to see her and her daughter runs to her, it clings to her and will not let go. I want to take you home so bad she whispers in her daughter's ear when Sarah broaches the possibility of taking the children off the compound for a little bit.

She is quickly driven back to a bus stop. Believe me now she'll never see her kids again. She breaks down and starts sobbing. She later will learn that the raincoats and books she had brought them as gifts were burned in the trash. What a fun group of people. In 2003, Sarah has another baby with her boyfriend in Seattle. She then moves to New York and her relationship with the children's father ends soon thereafter.

She works as an, first at an engineering firm, then at a cafe, also as a movie extra while helping friends burst as a midwife. Meanwhile, life continues to be crazy. He's ever back at Ben's Lake. On September 21st, 2006, Mara Schmeier, that lady, you'll shed lady, goes on Dr. Phil to talk about her experiences in the ACT, uh, Funch Jesus Christ, the ACMTC. The whole title does not roll off the tongue and neither does their acronym too much, too much you guys. Come on. She goes down with her daughter, Rebecca. On the shell, Rebecca

describes her childhood in the cult. I became a member of the aggressive, Christianity, mission, training, corps when I was 12 years old. My husband just called themselves the ACM, aggressive Christianity mission or something. My parents were friends with Jim and Deb Green. They appointed themselves to be generals,

they assigned ranks basically on how dedicated people were. Rebecca says that when she was 17, the Greens ordered her to get married. Soon afterwards, she gave birth to a son. She says, the Greens tried to dictate her child's discipline. I whipped my son because I was instructed to. She said, I was afraid of Deborah Green. I did it because I was told to and I knew it wasn't right. Another former member, Paula, would speak on the same episode about the trauma of watching

her daughter, Stacey B, you know know indoctrinated into the ACMTC Paula would say after college Stacy got a job in Missouri Brian her now husband was working there He started talking with her about religion things like that. Stacy told me she had gone to one of their prayer meetings. There was a profit there She said big red flag by the way If anybody you know in life was like, hey, I went to this meeting and they had a profit. Yeah, I want to pull them aside and try to pitch them not to fucking go back.

She said, mom, the profit told me that I'm going to marry Brian. And you're going to have a son within a year, less than seven months after Stacey and Brian met. I got a phone call and she said, mom, by the way, we're getting married next Saturday. You can come if you want to. He, it was in a little country church.

It was a frightening experience. It was more like a funeral. The wedding service was like hellfire and damnation. She said, shortly after the wedding, Paula learned that her daughter had joined the ACMTC in New Mexico. She received a disturbing letter from Stacey that said, do not try to contact me. Please leave me alone.

Let me go and live my own life the way I want to. Cult. Cult. Cult. Fuck your family. They will only drag you down into hell. We're your family now. Paul befell to the floor and sob. How was she supposed to get her daughter back? Situations like this make me think randomly of mass shootings. Stay with me. Why can't a mass shooting ever be productive? Hear me out. You hear about yet another mass shooting, right? Your heart aches. But then what if you heard that the mass shooter was the parent of a cult member and had gone and lit up the cult hierarchy, putting a bunch of angry adult lunatics who don't seem

real happy to be alive in the first place down in the desert in order to retrieve their child and save those not yet totally brainwashed. Probably not a great idea. I know I know, but a real fucking fun fantasy for me to entertain. Oh, hell no, I'm not. In 1997, Paula's daughter, Stacey, you've been there about a year, year and a half, all contacted and cut off, all the letters. You know, she sent to her daughter, just came back. No phone calls were allowed. Not willing to just let go of her grown daughter, strong mom of their Paula calls the sheriff's department

in New Mexico. The sheriff tells her he'll take Paula down there and that he advises her against going down there by herself. So, Hale, whoever the sheriff was, I bet he was curious as hell about who these zealot weirdos were. The two go down to the compound, knock on one of the doors, ask for Stacy when Stacy comes to the door. Paula is shocked to see her glassy and expressionless eyes. She, her daughter tells her mother that she is no longer Paula.

She is now gracious river. Awesome. Stacey is allowed to stay at the compound for a few nights. Last day, the visit, Stacey says, mom, you can come back, just let us know and please bring Wendy. Wendy is Stacey's sister, Paula's other daughter. Paula, of course, we'll never do that. She also, as far as we know, you know, we'll never see her daughter again. Soon after her visit, Paula receives an ominous phone call

from Stacey who says, this is gracious river. I'm calling to inform you to never contact me again. You are no longer my mother. This is my family now. And then she hung up the phone. Paula tried to go back twice to see her, but was not allowed inside how maddening Dr. Phil arranged for Paula to travel to the group's compound with one of the nation's top private investigators, former FBI agent Harold Copus. Harold and his crew not welcomed with open arms into the compound as you might imagine. When they go down there, a bearded man wearily approaches them with the outskirts of the compound. Harold reaches out to shake the man's hand.

The man does not offer his as Christ and tens to not shake hands. What do you need the man asked? Harold tries to play Kate the stranger. I'm a private investigator. I'm working with the Dr. Phil show. The Slateys daughter joined y'all's group. Even if it is nice, call them a group, not a cult. There's nobody here.

The man replies, what a weird reply. Nope. She's not here because nobody's here. Not even me. I'm a hologram. You're seeing some Obi-Wan Kenobi stuff right now. Paula shows the man a picture of her daughter. This is my daughter.

This is Stacey. This is gracious river. I came from a long way. Please let me see my daughter. She's not here. The good Christian man maintains. Help us out and just tell us where she is, says Harold. She doesn't live here.

The man keeps insisting. This guy seems like a real dick. Harold asked several more times each time the bearded man answers the negative. And then he asked the crew to leave. When the Dr. Phil crew stands his ground, the bearded man becomes aggressive, pushing cameras away. I'm just telling you to get back in the car and go. He yells.

At this point, a second man briskly emerges from the compound. Who are these people? Dr. Phil, is that it? What's going on? I thought nobody was there. Is this another hologram? Yes, I know who they are. He says to me, I don't trust them as far as I can throw them. If they don't get off the property, we're going to physically remove them. And you guys are going off with them. He tells Harold and he's talking about the film crew. See, right here is where my cold uh, my cold execution fantasy begins. Right? These are the first two motherfuckers to get blasted. Nine millimeter, hollow point

bullets, silencer, two quick headshots. Yeah, I know body shots are more practical, but it's my fantasy and I'm the best shooter on earth in this fantasy. I don't mean any trouble. I just want to see my daughter, Paula says, the men don't budge. If your daughter is not here, what are we supposed to do for you? Second man says she's not here. As far as this is going to go, pop, pop, pop, pop, right? Fucking hard for this guy to say that in my inner movie because he's fucking dead.

He's dead and gone at this point. I've already moved on towards the main entrance of the compound and I have plenty of bullets. With no ability to legally force their way past them, Paula and the crew return to their hotel. Not in Fence Lake, because there is no fucking hotel anywhere near Fence Lake. Later, Paula is going to be interviewed again on the Dr. Phil show about the cult's behavior. Dr. Phil asked, were you shocked at how aggressive

they were when they were talking to you? No, she replies. I've seen them almost that bad before. Dr. Phil tries to make sense of the group's logic. Doesn't it seem odd that somebody who is supposedly a God-based group is out there threatening you, putting their finger in your face, yes? Paul agrees. It's directly opposite of what they profess. Do you believe she was there that day? Yes. I know she was.

I have no doubt in my mind she was there. Paul insists I felt her presence there. At the end of the interview, Dr. Phyllis Sheer's Paul, that even though she was unsuccessful and seen her daughter at the compound, he won't give up. I left a message for Deborah Green. I would like the opportunity to sit down with you and say see and her two, yeah. And her two children away from everybody else. And let's just talk about it.

He tells her, you're going to continue looking Harold. We'll stay on this. Of course, Deborah Green will not take him up on this. She's not gonna be confronted outside of her little, you know, fiefdom where she knows that her shit makes no fucking sense. Which is crazy. Like I love that she was given the opportunity to go on Dr. Phil.

If she really was a believer in spreading the good word, what a great way to get your message out to millions, but she doesn't do that because he's a fucking coward. She's lunatic. Like many of the other people in the story, Dr. Phil makes clear that rescuing Stacy from the compound is much more complicated than it may appear. Everybody is saying, why don't you just get the law and go down there and do an inventory. These are complex questions, but we're drilling down on them. He's down on them. He says, and he is right. Everybody is saying, why don't you just get the law and go down there and do an inventory. These are complex questions, but we're drilling down on them. He's down on them. He says, and he is right. It is so complicated, even if Paula

did forcibly remove her grown daughter somehow, she could just return and she probably would. I'll tell you what would take care of this. Her old cult being gunned down in the desert, Liam Neeson, taking style, a man with a special set of skills that mostly revolves around gunning down cult leaders and cult upper management. That would be whether a moral decision or not, you know, something that would prevent Paula's daughter from continuing to be trapped in this cult. On 2006, back at the compound in New Mexico, Sarah's daughter breaks her femur in what Jim and Deb say is a swing set accident.

The injury is bad enough. It finally prompts them to take the girl to a nearby hospital. Crazy to general Debbie Ding Dong was not spiritually strong. I have to pray the bone back together. Fucking weak, Deb. Immediately suspicious about the possibility of abuse, the new Mexico children, youth and family's department gets involved, takes the girl into custody and puts the girl into foster care.

Jim and Deb, through their continued correspondence with Sarah, inform her that they have now lost custody of the girl and provide no other details. Sarah reaches out to New Mexican authorities in an effort to find her daughter, but the efforts go nowhere. As for her boys, Sarah doesn't know what to do about them. She worries if she tries to involve the police, her other kids will be taken into foster care or her mom will take everyone to go on the run possibly to another country like she's been planning, you know, talking about for years. Sarah sends her son emails on their birthdays, does not receive a reply, for her part, Deb Wright, Sarah,

to claim her older boy had manifested some of the spirits that were trying to take control of your life. But he is very profound for his age, and he readily admits when he has been tricked or duped by the devil. Okay, Deb tell Sarah, she's shown that Sarah was no longer living a living soul that she was a dead person on her way to hell.

Eee. You know, Deb and I don't always agree, but that does feel kind of fair. Deb's letters to her daughter, Sarah, start getting angry around now. Stop behaving as a spoiled child before God, all caps. She writes in a 2012 email, realize you are a sinner and repent before you spend eternity in hell. And again, not Deb's biggest fan, but this also feels pretty fair. I mean, I did think,

Sarah was kind of acting like a spoiled child before God earlier, but I didn't want to say anything. Those Sarah still wonders and worries about the kid. She's left behind, she is finding some happiness in New York. Raising the kids, she had outside the group, she gets to be the kind of mom she wanted to be. She sends her kids to school, she treats them well.

She doesn't beat the fuck out of them all the time. She doesn't lecture them day in and day at about God's wrath. And in 2012, Marish Meyer, that member who who'd sued Deb and Jim back in the 90s, now goes on the National Geographic television show called I Escape to Cult to tell her story again. I fucking love Mora. She does not give up on trying to expose these clowns. She actually has a YouTube channel where she still posts about crazy shit the cult did.

Meanwhile, life continues that as it has been for years inside the cult compound and fence lake. Very little written about their day to day activities at this time. They just keep surviving. January 1st, 2017, five years later, God apparently tells Debbie Ding Dong that God put Donald Trump into the Oval Office to defeat Satan. QAnon Babel, here we come. On April 7th, 2017, they published on their website on January 1st, 2017. God's spirit declared to us that it was time for holy war against the nations of the world. The spirit also told us that God put Donald Trump into the office of president of the US. He said that Trump was his choice. That is all he said. Whereas where Obama became president

in 2008, the spirit gave a long prophetic word about Obama being a weapon of mass destruction. Four and a half years later, still no holy war, by the way. And by the way, you could replace Trump with Biden this sermon for me. And I would think it was just a stupid, just anybody claiming that God put so and so in charge. What God will use Trump for is yet to be seen. We do know that the spirit told us that God used him to cast down Jezebel, Hillary, Hillary, Clinton. As he used Jehu in the book of kings, see first and second kings.

What he will use Trump for after this, he did not say, weird. What is God doing with Trump? Still waiting, and he's no longer president. And Hillary is alive and well. Weird. What is God doing with Trump? Still waiting and he's no longer president and Hillary is alive and well. Ah, so is Obama. It almost feels like the three of them have played no role whatsoever in any type of spiritual plan. mysterious ways. Ah, so much magic in mystery. The ACMTC continues in 2017 with their infinite wisdom posted on their site. It is not a new thing for God to use evil men, nations to punish other evil men, nations.

Our stand on the Trump issue is that God chose him to do what needs to be done for good or for evil. What a weird fucking take. Look everyone, all I know is that God wants to do something with Trump. Maybe use him to defeat Satan or maybe he tagteams with Satan to bring more misery and pain into the world. I don't know. It's hard to say. Maybe use him to do what nearly every president in recent history has done. It complained that they're not able to follow through in a variety of campaign promises because of political

opposition and corruption and Washington. And that's why the rich keep getting richer in the middle class keeps shrinking. Again, not to keep eating this word. That's, yeah, it's my serious. Again, not to keep eating this word, it's, yeah, it's my serious. The ACMTC post continues, America has committed a sea of sins and crimes, blood of the innocent and guilty runs deep. Unless this nation repents, I mean, really repents, God is going to bring Holy war upon her like never before. That is not a mere threat. That is a solemn promise.

Uh-huh, so many sins you guys like the fucking most ever. I feel like PornHub consumption may be responsible for about 50% of them. Damien Lucifina, every time I jerk off the images you tell me to check out, which seemed to pretty much consist on revolve around pin up style lingerie and light BDSM gear and curvy ladies

for the last two decades. You bring a holy war, a little bit closer. Be gone, I have a devil boner right now. Just thinking about these images. They continue. And America is not the only nation that is guilty. I said from the get go of my preachings and writings, God has declared World War Three. Oh, I think. So don't be surprised at what you hear and see. This is a terrible war being waged right now for the soul of America. There are many players and many nations involved.

None of us know how things will go, but we can count on the fact that God wants many nations to repent, including the backslid church, especially the church. Oh, thank God. At least I don't go to church where most of the evil is according to them. Thank God it is spiritually safer to beat that Sunday morning boner back at home. Wait, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Maybe that is spiritual warfare. Maybe hear me out. Maybe my dick gets possessed by the devil from time to time. Not as often as the devil, I was in my 20s, but still pretty regularly. And then my right hand of the righteous with God's help, of course,

beach the devil out. I feel like I'm having a spiritual breakthrough right now. Maybe I'm not really jerk enough. Maybe Jesus is, stay with me, kind of giving me a holy handy, not in a gateway, just in a holy God devil, God get kind of way. Amen. The ACMTC continues. We're not to put our trust in President D Trump or any other man, the ACMTC continues. We're not to put our trust in President D. Trump or any other man, woman or system. Don't be drug into a phony patriotism

for it has been this very thing that has grieved the Holy Spirit idolatry. God hates a idolatry as well as adultery in all forms of sexual and political perversions. Interesting, don't worship, hellery or Trump. Okay, Debbie Ding Dong, I'm fucking listening. I'm trying to figure out what this is going. We must continue to sound the battle cry against all forms of crime and sin

that covers this land. Continue to lift up Jesus Christ to Lord, not any man, woman or system. It is God's prerogative, whom he chooses to use or abuse. That's weird wording. You know, God abuses some people. The same thing for all of us to do is to keep repenting and keep trying to obey the Lord. Don't look for a rapture, my dear fellow believers, but look to endure and persevere. Yeah, endure and persevere in the New Mexican desert.

We're live fucking sucks. Keep baking that bread. We're doing it right. Anyone else blown away by the irony of Debbie using the word saying further 2017 and 2018 writings from the website revealed the ACMTC got pretty deep into things like pizza gate and Q and on, you know, deep state shit. Not surprised at all by that. I was surprised. These fuckers had internet access.

Jim Green wrote a series of articles called pedophilia explained pedophile. Presidents exposed pretty ironic considering what's about to be revealed about the cult soon. Excuse me. Jimmy Buffalo son, former Mr. meth, the artist who formerly threw a lot of knives around the woods, hopped up on Satan's soundtrack, aka the Hoon Led Zeppelin, wrote, the necrophelius left. Actually, he must have spelled it horribly. I think he wrote like necrophilus, but I think he meant necrophila. Are obsessed with murdering the truth. Queen Jezebel of the Old

Testament had the true prophets of God murdered, goes without saying that we now know who their father was and is Satan. Holy shit, left his fucking corpses now. You know what? I'm okay with Biden, fucking corpse here and there actually. I mean, how old is he? Well, 105, 116. It feels like with him, Necrofilia is like, it's less about having sex with a dead body and more about being attracted to others, your own age. Come on! Well, hang in fruit right there. Hey, oh, the ACMTC then writes, practitioners are burning Trump's photo while chanting, so might it be, or Trump's famed catchphrase, you're fired over and over, visualizing President Trump being blown apart into dust or ash. What? Is was anyone doing that? Uh, these death filth eaters wholeheartedly believe that President Trump is GOP staff and the whole Christian camp art garbage.

And poor Madonna, it was reported that she to placed a curse on Trump with a broken heart devastated. What the fuck are these people even talking about? Madonna's plays and curses now. Uh, let's reconnect with Sarah now. She still doesn't have all of her kids, but she still also hasn't returned to the compound. And she's, you know, she's, of course she hasn't. Sorry. She still doesn't have her kids because she has now returned to the compound and she is surviving

in New York City. And I find that beyond impressive for someone raised by Jimmy and Debbie, right? Mr. and Mrs. General Dumbfuck. She has overcome so much. One day in the summer of 2017, Sarah gets a call from an investigator. At first, she thinks it's a prank, and she gets another call. After a third voice mail, she finally calls back.

A year earlier, the local sheriff's department had learned that a 12-year-old boy had died on the compound. He was denied medical treatment, eventually became septic from a case originally, just deemed to be the easily treatable flu. According to one witness, after three weeks of being sick, the malnourished 12-year-olds head becomes deformed,

pus begins leaking from his forehead. He got in some kind of terrible abscessed. He first loses his ability to speak, then his ability to move on the right side, and he is still on taking to the fucking hospital. And why wasn't he taken to the hospital? Because after Sarah, you know, his adopted daughter was taken to the hospital by General Deb.

He was then taken in by authorities and debb's worried about authorities seem what's happening to another child there it's all just selfish bullshit uh... like really sick untreated people often do this poor boy dies and then is illegally and improperly buried on the compound's property no authorities are notified the sheriff's office once they finally hear about it they put out a warrant for the boy's mother's arrest when she's arrested woman explains to investigators she did not take her son to

the hospital because she wanted to trust God. I'm not sure what verse explicitly states that God hates hospitals. I don't know how that confusion leaks into some, you know, Christian groups. Looking into the boy's death, detectives began to learn of other abuses, contact former members to ask about their experiences, and this investigative process brings investigators to Sarah and Sarah tells them her story. Then on August, in August of 2017, after lots of interviews with Sarah and others, Deb is arrested in the middle of one of her Sunday morning services.

Hail Nimrod in about time. The general wearing her weird assed uniform was put in handcuffs by some of Satan's minions. She's charged with a horror show of crimes, two counts of kidnapping, eight counts of child abuse, three counts of evidence tampering, four counts of criminal sexual penetration of a child under 13. In a statement posted to the A.C. MTC's website, they call the allegations, of course, totally false. They say the accusations are just reruns of old lies that have been investigated and shown to be malicious attacks against a legitimate ministry time and time again. It has never been ACMTC, fuck their name, policy to withhold medical attention or deprive anyone from going to the hospital. In fact, many people have received hospital care over the years.

Interesting that the post does not address the sexual charges. Three other members are arrested the same day among them. Sarah's ex-husband Peter, who is charged with a hundred counts of sexual penetration of a child under 13. And another hundred counts of sexual contact with a child under 13. In particular, he had abused Sarah's adopted daughter, raping her around four times a week,

starting before her 10th birthday. Because you know, I guess that's what God wanted. He'd tell her that Deborah would beat her if she resisted, horror stacked on horrors, kids on compounds. Has it ever fucking go well for them in these places? No, because they're raised by fucking zealot lunatics. Deb also molested her on several locations. She would bathe the girl, use her fingers

to aggressively penetrate the child causing her to bleed. I can only imagine what kind of fucked up messages she was relaying to the girl while doing this, what kind of scripture she twisted to make it seem like she was doing God's work. Something about getting out demons, I'm sure. Definitely going back to that cold mass execution murder fantasy in my head right now.

How satisfying to put a bullet right between Debbie Ding Dong's eyes. Her life holds less value for me than that of a fucking house flight, truly. Jim too was subsequently arrested and charged with kidnapping and child abuse among other crimes. Interestingly, not charged with sexual abuse. Wasn't a male co-leader this time, sexual abuse, anyone? It was a woman. Well, leadership wise, also, also a dude. Also, according to the Sibola County Sheriff, when the compound was rated for these

arrests, authorities find 18 kids living on the compound. No one on the outside had any idea there were that many kids there. According to accounts in the warrant and accounts of former members or according to the warrant and accounts, former members in alarm bell would ring whenever cops arrived in the property at which point the children will be hid. They would hide them in the desert or behind this outhouse on the desert. On Saturday, September 15, 2018, Sarah took her red-eyed to Albuquerque for her mom's trial. An undercover cop meets her at the airport, drives her to the city of grants about 80 miles east of the compound, the Sablea County seat, around 10,000 people there. State officials assured Sarah it was Deb.

They were prosecuting not her, but she was still worried. What if they held her responsible for bringing that girl to Deb, you know, to her mom, to be abused and molested in America? What if Deb tried to pin cult crimes on her? The prospect of her other kids, now 15 and 17 back in New York being taken from her is terrifying, of course. Before leaving for the trial, she tells them, if for some reason I'm indicted,

and I have to take the blame for my mother's complete fuckup, you know, that I love you. Walking into the courtroom on the day of the testimony, of her testimony, Sarah gets her first good look at her mom in many years. She barely recognized her. Deb's hair once thick and vibrant brown has turned gray

and stringy. Her cat green eyes now vacant staring out beyond Sarah somewhere. She had withered in the desert, living on delusion and hate and little else for so long. Once Sarah's on the witness stand, the questioning begins in an apparent effort to undercut her credibility. Deb's lawyer leans heavily on the self-lacerating emails

and letters Sarah had sent in the months following her escape. You acknowledge that you were extremely selfish and only thinking to yourself when you abandoned your kids correct, he asked, according to court transcripts, Sarah later tries explaining to the jury the confusion, guilt and shame that defined her life at that time. When you first come out of a cult, you blame yourself for everything, she said.

It's like when you're in a really bad relationship, you blame yourself for everything that went wrong. And as you finally distance yourself and you grow and you mature and you get away from it, you realize it was not always your fault. Good on Sarah. For likely having gotten some help, probably therapy and working past so much fucking trauma. The next day Sarah gets in a car, heads to the airport. On the way there, she receives a message from someone at the trial.

The girl Sarah had brought to America. Sarah's daughter, now 20 years old. The girl girl who been victimized so much who just testified against Deb she wants to see Sarah after 16 years heartbreaking Sarah is overwhelmed she wonders about the girls involvement in the trial but because she been told remain isolated or she had wondered about the girls involvement the trial but because she been told to remain isolated from other witnesses she assumed she wouldn't see her. And then after arriving in the airport, Sarah waits anxiously at a restaurant

to see this girl just 10 minutes before her flight departs. The girl and her adopted mother appear riding up an escalator. Sarah drops her bags, runs to them. What a fucking scene like out of a movie. Crimes Sarah and the girl now a young woman hug, thrilled to see each other. You're so beautiful Sarah tells her.

Thank you for being so brave. The girl tells Sarah. She thought she'd lost her forever. Sarah promises to explain everything once she gets back to New York where her other children are waiting. I'm so sorry she says. I love you so fucking much.

I love that she the way she talks. On September 21st, 2018, a jury finds Deb guilty of kidnapping, child abuse, and criminal sexual penetration of a child. As a sentencing hearing, Sarah's daughter describes the emotional and criminal sexual penetration of a child. As a sentencing hearing, Sarah's daughter describes the emotional and physical toll of Deborah's abuse. Emotionally, excuse me, emotionally, she broke me as a child

to the point where I still today struggle with my own self-confidence, my self-esteem, my sense of worth. She asked the judge to give Deb 71 at the time the maximum penalty of 108 years in prison. He didn't give her that, but he gave her plenty 72 years. A life sentence, uh, following Debs conviction, Jim takes a 10 year plea deal, pleading no contest to charges of the child abuse, evidence, tampering and accessory to birth and death reporting failures, which you would have gotten more. Debeding, Debeding

dong's lackey, Jimmy Buffalo son will be in his 80s. That when he gets out, he's still alive. And October 2019, a judge orders the sale of the Fence Lake compound. I'll be surprised to get a hundred bucks for it. Last Sarah heard her younger brother, Josh, was living in Albuquerque according to a letter from Jim. Sarah's two sons born on the compound ages 24 and 26, also in Albuquerque. According to the most recent updates available anywhere online, Sarah and her son still do not speak.

Sarah suspects they want nothing to do with her because she rejected the ACMTC and they resent her for leaving. When asked in late 2019 if this is a strange event hurts, she says yes and no comparing the cult to a drug addiction. There's nothing I could possibly do to unwind that she explained. I mean, I could try, but they're so deep in it. It's all they know. And she knows, you know, about that more than anybody. Still, she continues to live with the guilt from leaving them. As for the girl, 23 years old in 2019, she and Sarah have stayed in touch constantly since the trial and Sarah even helped reconnect her with her birth mother. The girl and her

birth mother also known frequent contact. All my family did was try to destroy her soul, break her down, give her nothing but scars, destroy her as a human, say Sarah. And all these years later, it took one little email to find her soul, break her down, give her nothing but scars, destroy her as a human," says Sarah. And all these years later, it took one little email to find her mom. It's fucking awesome. I love how Sarah says fuck a lot. Uh, it again, Sarah, she is a, she is a boss bitch to use that term. Sarah also feels guilt about her daughter.

If she hadn't agreed to take her to America, the girl wouldn't have suffered Deborah's abuse. But Sarah is also aware she has lots to be proud about. Against all odds, she forged a version of the very life she once thought would be only a dream to create. She takes her dog running in the park, she makes her kids loaded nachos, she still helps with the occasional baby delivery. She has fulfilled her teenage self-stream

of becoming a midwife. At least as recently as the summer of 2019, Sarah was also still staying in contact with Jimmy Buffalo, son, and Debbie Dingdong. You may not know it, but I still love you. Jim wrote from prison in 2019 in July. I still see you and Josh putting your faded suitcases in our old 1966 panel truck going here and there

in his service. I missed the good old days before we started the ACMTC. Yeah, I bet he does. I've got listening to some classic rock out in the woods in Northern California and howling with the moon sounds a lot better than sitting in fucking prison right now to Jim. In another letter, Jim told Sarah a story that he said illustrated he and Debra's feelings for her. And it also shows how fucking crazy they are once again. I know mom would not want me to tell you this. He wrote, but I feel I must.

According to Jim, Debra had been so distraught after Sarah left fence like that she performed a violent prayer lamentation on her her behalf. She crawled from the highway to the compound garden, apparently a very long distance, bleeding, crying, and praying all the way for you. Jim joined in this weird spectacle halfway, can't begin to describe the pain on the hands and knees on the gravel road. He wrote, we prayed for your return. I won't mention this again.

You know, I fucked him. I wish he had to crawl and gravel on his hands and knees every day in prison. Deb has spent the two and a half years since her conviction, declaring her innocence, of course, fighting for a new trial. After her sentencing, she identified several new pieces of evidence, previously unavailable to the defense. She claims that it proves she did not sexually abuse the girl. In November 2020, a new Mexico judge did vacate the conviction and she will have a new trial based on this evidence. And I guess she'll probably be found guilty again. Even if she's not found guilty again, she'll still die in prison where she belongs.

And that's what the story of the ACMTC leaves off for now. Let's hope we do not hear from them ever, ever again. Good job, soldier. You've made it back. Barely. The aggressive Christian mission training core. Not a whole lot of info out there about this cult. Few articles, keep popping up about them over the years.

Dr. Phil episodes, long form article by Sarah Green about her time in the cult. There's the Colts Janky ass website, entries and some other websites dedicated to tracking and archiving cults and not much else. I wonder how many similar cults like this are operating out there in America right now or recently, you know, ended their life cycle. According to that psychologist, right, recognized cult experts, Steve Michael, up to 10,000 cults that exist today in the US. And based on American culture, religious history, I bet the majority of them are evangelical offshoots. How many other little mini compounds are out there scattered across America?

Housing some version of Jimmy Buffalo Sun or Debbie Ding Dong, right? 6,000, 7,000? How sad. What a terrible way to go through life, fearing an angry God that no part of me believes in anyway has ever existed. Does some sort of God exist? I hope so. I think so. I have no proof. Does the vengeful merciless God Debbie speaks of exists the insane sociopath God? I have no proof, but I highly doubt it.

I mean God if he does he just sounds like a psychotic asshole who just going to burn us pretty much no matter what we what we fucking do down here. If you're hearing this and you happen to be in one of these cults, which won't call itself a cult, but will oppose questioning, likely monitor your communication with the outside world, ask you to limit if not cut off ties to your family, you know, and ask you to believe in special doctrines, not associate with any large organized religion, ask yourself, does what my leader, what's my leader saying actually make any sense? Does it feel like I'm being exploited? Does it feel like I'm being abused?

Does it feel like I'm being controlled? Does it feel loving? Does it make me happy to belong here? And if God is who your cult leader says God is, wouldn't that God take you back if you left for a while to explore what life feels like outside the cult? Are you forbidden from ever doing that from too much questioning? Why?

If your cult leader clearly is in the right, why not let everyone leave and be confident God will bring them back? Isn't God supposed to be stronger than the principalize your life and the ideology you're being sold? It doesn't make a whole lot of sense. Does it? If it's something similar to the ACMTC. So get out, you'll make new friends, I promise.

Find the Cult of the Curious Facebook group. Go buy some mini donuts. Go listen to some stones. Jagger's still fucking got it. Let Lucifina and your mind allow you to imagine mind-blowing sex with whatever gal or guy you think is hot. Don't feel guilty for thinking they're hot either. Use the imagination you were born with.

If you believe in God, the imagination God gave you. Don't feel guilty for grabbing that wing or DJing some lady wing, enjoy those nerve endings. Stick your finger in your loophole. Live a little, it's your body. You know, some creepy spirits not watching you from the fucking bushes like a weird cosmic sex offender. Turn it to being asshole, help others when you can. Pay good deeds forward, let your heart love, let your mind be curious, know that that's

enough. Turn the fuck music up, enjoy the true miracle of just being alive right now. Hey, fucking Nimrod, time for some takeaways. Time, suck, tough, five takeaways. Number one, the aggressive Christian mission training corps was a cult that lasted from sometime between 1979 and 1981 when it was founded as free love ministries all the way until 2017 where it died in the New Mexico desert. In 2017, as leaders Deb Green and our second command Jimmy Green also Sarah Green's ex-husband

Peter Green were arrested for child abuse, malastation neglect, a whole roster of other crimes, styling themselves as God's army, the members were military uniforms, and they were wearing them while arrested. Number two, the ACMTC was modeled off the Salvation Army in its earliest incarnation. When husband and wife duo William and Catherine Booth took the streets of England and then the globe to save souls and convert others to Christianity, Catherine Booth's riding aggressive Christianity directly inspired the name of aggression Christian mission training corps and also probably emboldened ever to lead the cult

Number three the 1960s and 70s were especially culturally turbulent times in the US and many other Western nations during which damn near everything seemed like it was up for question including religion letting gurus and leaders with all kinds of intentions take advantage of people who were looking for new meaning in their lives During this identity chaos some Christian groups push back against a new spiritual rebellion by stepping up their response, taking and talking more vigorously about fighting societal problems like crime, drug abuse, poverty, problems. They believe we're indicators of Satan's increased presence and strength on earth. Some pushed this message so strongly they became cults. Number four, it is very hard to leave a cult. Sarah Green after escaping in the summer of 1999, agonized four years about her decision to leave.

Both in regards to her soul being sent to hell for that decision, also dealing with her guilt about leaving her kids behind with Devin Jim. Other members would describe similar circumstances. None of what happened to Sarah was her fault. Lifehands, many of us tough choices and Sarah did not look out in this regard. Fortunately, Sarah has been reunited

with her adoptive daughter. It continues to heal from the abuse she suffered. I actually did a little cyber stalking and I found Sarah on Instagram and she seems to be doing so great. She's in phenomenal shape, like inspiring me to start eating a little more consistently better and working out more consistently as well. All her kids are grown now. She seems to be really into quality coffee, gardening, marathon running, hitting the gym hard, surfing, doing artsy, sexy photo shoots.

She really seems to have embraced her in her Lucifina, and then a lot of nature goddess, body positive, ages, number photo shoots. And she seems to be really living life to the fullest in New York City, and I am so impressed. Fuck yes, if you're hearing this, good on you Sarah.

Hail Nimrod, hail Lucifina, hail the fuck out of you. Love that she turned out to be the real strong woman in this cult, not her fucked up mom. And number five, new info, we talked a little about the ACM TC's views of rock music. Let's hear about these views in a sermon. The general Jim Green gave himself back on October 25th, 1987. He is talking about to be clear watching a Christian rock band perform here. If you don't think I'm telling you the truth, I dare you today, take a drive down highway 50 on the left hand side. There's a certain place there where this man's ministry is and you go in and spin one service. And you come back and report me and tell me what you

saw and what you felt and what you heard. If you don't think that place has got demon problems brother, then you're not in the spirit. I went through a rock and roll colonn cert. I had to see it for myself, because what I'm talking about, I went through one time where they had a certain rock and roll over there. Of course, they was all decked out like the word the long hair, the gaudy clothes, the beards, the hair, all the makeup, the whole nine yards of... Like what he says, the long hair of the beard.

Oh you mean how Jesus actually looked you dumb fuck? World. And listen, I was in the world, I took drugs in the world and I listened to rock and roll music. In the 60s, what they called lovians and beans. And I went to all the rock festivals there was. You were fun ones. And I know what I know.

And I know rock and roll music when I hear it. And I can, I know the flesh when I sense it. Who? And I know the rock of music will entice a man in certain areas and I know where it won't I think I think I think By certain areas he's definitely talking about dick And when these performers got done the church stood up if you can call it a church. I call it the church is safe Oh, yes, they started screaming and applauding. Yeah, gistling woof and my nose was sensitive I swore I smelled marijuana and the devil's lips

And my nose was sensitive. I swore I smelled marijuana and beer. The devil's nose. And not only that, there was conversation said, some people were saying, I wish I had some cocaine tonight, because more this sure is good. No one's saying that a Christian rock concert, this is the lie.

Wow, sure wish I had some cocaine here. You like this Christian rock with? Nope. Coming from that congregation. Now that was a couple three years ago and I know for Fox and Figures and for sure now by knowing some of those people at that particular church, some of them have received deliverance and some of them have had demons cast out by us. They got saved. They got a horrible drug problem and a horrible lust problem in that particular church.

And not only that, when those rock and roll stars got done with that place, they went to a place up north and it was playing in the bar. In a bar, gross. They went by that same bar one time, their name was on the outside, the same people was in that church performing as a Christian act. What? With alcohol nearby? Like wine?

That's one time and they have them ever Saturday night there. If you went last night you would probably heard who knows who, could have been Striper even. Ha ha! Yes! Striper reference! He's a cute Striper of being Satanic. To help me the devil.

Striper is too much for Jim Green to hell with the devil, to hell with the aggressive Christian mission training corps, Glather Leaders are in prison, fuck Deb, fuck this tool, Jim, and let's get out of here. Time, suck, tough, five, take away. The ACMTC has been sucked. Hope none of Debs former followers have decided to pick up where she left off. Man, life's short, just enjoy it.

Don't fucking live in this sad way. Thank you to the Bad Magic, Bad Magic Productions team for all the help in making Time Suck every week. Queen of Bad Magic, Lindsey Cummins, Reverend Dr. Jill Paisley. Sophie the Fax source was Evans for running point on this week's research, Zach Flannery the Scriptkeeper for producing this episode, Biddle-Xer for continuously refining the TimeSuck app, Logan Art Warlock Keith, running badmagicmarch.com, working on the socials with Liz Hernandez. Her nickname is long overdue, by the way. I gotta do some cold housekeeping. Liz runs

the coldest and curious Facebook private page, along with their all-seeing eyes, thanks to beef steak, and the mod squad running discord. You can link to the time suck discord group to the time suck app. Next week on time suck, we cover a man whose blood lust was only outshined by his other trait, his extreme nerdiness and his stupidity. Mark Twitchell native of Edmonton, Canada was a would be serial killer whose possessions with the TV show Dexter led him to be given the moniker the Dexter killer. When he murdered Johnny Altinger,

after luring him into a garage by claiming to be a woman on the dating website, plenty of fish.com. Dexter was only the latest of Mark Twichel's obsessions. The man was a super nerd. It's been fun to research. He spent countless hours on Star Wars forums making costume replicas of his favorite characters, even putting together his own prequel fan movie,

which he called Secret of the rebellion. But Mark Twichl, despite his intense desire to be a famous filmmaker would never be one. He ended up going down as a wannabe serial killer instead. And I say wannabe because although Mark Twichl wanted to kill many, only the very unfortunate Johnny would die at his hands. He tried to attack another man just the week before. He wanted to attack many afterwards, but he was a real bad at covering his hands. He tried to attack another man just the week before. He wanted to attack many afterwards, but he was a real bad at covering his tracks. If the police hadn't caught him in the weeks following Johnny's murder, Twitchel would have

for sure killed again. He idolized Dexter Morgan, the blood spatter analysis serial killer character who hides in plain sight by working at the Miami PD. Twitchel had fantasies of being the real life version of this fictional man, but he just wasn't even close to a smart uh... man he uh... he also consider himself to be a filmmaker and thought he could use his elaborate horror movie sets as a cover for any murders he committed to be wrong

uh... once friends and family of johnny also got police to start taking johnny disappear seriously which didn't take long the trail almost immediately led to mark which was garage and to mark himself and then police obtained his laptop they found a document called SK Confessions on it as a serial killer. He made it so easy to be convicted. They read Twichel's account of exactly how he lured Johnny to the garage, attacked him and disposed of the body.

They read about how Twichel reveled in keeping his dark thoughts from his wife and eight month old daughter, Mark tried to convince him that he wrote not a confession, but just a plot of a film. No. He told a lot of stupid excuses to the police, the bot none of them. It's an insane story, it's comical, just how fucking deluded and done this guy is, and I'm excited to tell it next week. For right now, let's head to this week's Time Sucker updates. Opening with a nice reminder from Cool Meat Sack, Alan Neva this week.

Alan writes, Wackadoodle reminder, hello master sucker. I'm a long time listener started about 15 months ago, make him my way through the back catalog. I just finished the Harry Tubman suck came something came to mind when you talked about the underground railroad. You talked about how many people on the web thought that it was a literal underground railroad of hundreds of miles of train underground When I was a young kid in early grade school I absolutely remember thinking how did anyone build a literal underground railroad in the 19th century?

I am now a firearms instructor and I have been literally asked in a class. Which end does the bullet come out of? I have been literally asked in a class, which end does the bullet come out of? I could have asked something like, how fucking stupid are you? But Nimrod thankfully intervened and I calmly told him the correct answer. If I instinctively reverted to thinking this idiot is a fucking moron,

I would have never advanced the will of Nimrod and increased the average knowledge of my fellow meat sex. I once thought in early grade school that Harry Tumman ran a real underground railroad. It wasn't until later in school that I realized that the underground railroad, railroad, was figurative in name. I just wanted to bring up my story to remind us all, the Nimrod, excuse me, that Nimrod does not always make himself aware to everyone early on.

Sometimes we have to remind ourselves that everyone does not have the same experiences that we do. Someone can ask a question that might seem stupid in the moment, but that person might be someone that has been misinformed throughout their life and does not really know any better. We almost be aware that all meat sacks have our own inherent flaws that are unique to us and our life experiences. Everyone of us has something to learn from everyone else. Please don't take a single experience from a fellow meat sack as the absolute gospel on who that meat sack really is, you don't know the previous experiences that meat sack has had.

I know I'm randomly, but I just wanted to remind everyone of empathy, Hail Nimrod, Praiseful Jangles, meat sacks. I love that message, Alan. You are 100% right. We don't know where someone else is coming from most of the time and our interaction with them or what we're seeing of them online could be the exception to the rule.

Also, not the rule, we can be catching them just a particularly bad moment. Or like, you know, you're alluded to, they could have just been dealt a very different hand than we have, which led them to saying something. We recognize as ignorant, hateful, crazy, whatever. But they just, you know, truly don't know any better. They might know a lot in other areas as well, where we may be comparatively ignorant. I really like your message of empathy, something I have to constantly work on. ignorant. I really like your message of empathy, something I have to constantly work on. Keep making sure everyone knows which end of the gun the bullets come out of. Please, I'm no shooting instructor, but I do know that's pretty important. It comes to firearm instruction.

I inhale them not. Now for a very timely update, considering this week's topic, excuse me, reminiscing sack Emily Koutour writes, hello, sock master, this may be a little lengthy, but stick with me. My friend and I were recently talking about our memories from our Wisconsin college. We remember the strange week in 2018. Her and I were both approached by

and invited to join a cult. I was at my chief apartment with my then ex-boyfriend. There was a knock on my door, we were not expecting anyone. I opened the door, there were two college-age girls. There was a knock on my door. We were not expecting anyone. I opened the door. There were two college-aged girls. They asked me if I believed in God, which I responded, not really. They then went on to say that they were all about peace and love

and the usual culty things and invited me to join them for a seminar that day where their pastor could explain everything. I lied and told him I had to work. I don't think they believed me, but they left. Meanwhile, my friend Kay was shopping at Walmart when she was approached by a group of two boys and two girls, I'll call it's aged.

They asked if she believed in God. She said she couldn't say yes or no to that. They began to question her so aggressively that a Walmart employee approached and asked her if everything was okay. One of the guys was so upset that she would not go with him immediately, that he was visibly shaking. Jesus, one of the girls said they were only asking

about homework and then they all turn and walked away. Within two days, our university sent out a school-wide email warning of a religious group hanging around town, asking people to go places with them. The email told us specifically, do not go anywhere with them. For my research all these years later, I've determined the group was the narrow pathway,

a religious cult with roots and Wisconsin. When allegations of spiritual abuse were made public in 2016, the group left moved to Texas. There isn't a lot of info out on their group, but I did include the who we are page from their website that no longer exists. Guess I missed my chance to join a cult. Oh, well, maybe next time. M. Yikes, M. I checked out your link and I tried to find more info. There is a WordPress site dedicated to exposing this particular cult called tales from the cult

From there who we are it says that was archived, you know on the web the narrow pathway has one goal to help people enter God's kingdom Nothing else matters to us. We are interested in religion or traditions We're not influenced by the current trends in church ministry. Oh, sorry, sorry, we are not interested in the religion of traditions. We're not influenced by the current trends in church ministry. We know our purpose to enter through the narrow gate and walk the narrow pathway that leads to life. We wouldn't leave it for anything. The narrow pathway isn't for everybody. It wasn't made for the masses to travel. It doesn't comfort a lot of people because it leaves no room for negotiation with Jesus. Cult, cult, cult. He laid out a clear cut pathway that is difficult to walk.

Oh boy, get out to the desert. But the reward is totally worth it. It's everything we've ever wanted. Love, joy, peace, rest, freedom, and life to the fullest. These aren't theoretical for us. There are reality. Man, illusions to suffering. Illusions to having some kind of special outside the church angle on heaven, right?

Promises of having everything you've ever wanted. If you just followed their path, and they never make it clear, we're a few pages with this fucking path entails. Of course not. I'm sure it's too crazy to post. You know, you got to, you got to bring people in, talk to them for a while before you spring that on them. You got to slowly drag them into your crazy.

Gosh dang, glad you're not on a compound right now. Having your poo poll loop hold by some David crash type 10,000 roughly 10,000 of these cults out in the US right now Important thank you for sharing that message important message now regarding sexual assault survivors and Jody areas coming from an anonymous and awesome sucker who writes hello team of all the names Jody areas is the embodiment of false reporting a lot of women who suffer sexual assault don't report to the police out of fear of not being believed in this bitch is why. I was assaulted when I was 21 and I never even thought to report it.

I was at a bar with a girlfriend, let a guy buy me a couple beers, we all played some pool, then he kissed me, it was a little magical. My friend went off to call her boyfriend and shit got bad. If that guy had asked me back to his motel room, I would have accepted, but that's not what happened. Without getting graphic, I did not accepted, but that's not what happened. Without getting graphic, I did not unbutton or take my own pants off in the parking lot that was visible from the road. After that night, I struggled with anorexia depression, PTSD, which I'd already been struggling

with. The friend I was with didn't believe me, so I just withdrew. I eventually was voluntarily committed to a county run mental hospital. It was an experience and gratitude. I've come a long way. I have a good understanding husband now, a healthy run mental hospital. It was an experience and gratitude. I've come a long way. I have a good understanding husband now, a healthy, happy family.

Fuck, Jody, for setting women back 20 years for faking abuse. That bit should have gotten the chair. Love you all. Love you, anonymous. Sorry you had to experience that bullshit. Good on you for pushing on fighting, building a beautiful life despite being assaulted

by some roofing rapist coward fuck. I hope he's getting his poop hole loophole prison somewhere. And yes, women who cry wolf or rapist concern, they do set things back so much for other women or men. I know who are actual rapes survivors. But generally women who have to fight a lack of belief and support from those around them, just like you did, partially because of people exactly like Jody Areas.

How about we all agree, not to rape or falsely report rape anymore? Can we all shake on it? I wish it was that easy. One more, a big one from a big brain meat sack, right, reverent and worshipable in might, and my right, well beloved Lord, Dan of Suckton, I recommend me unto you fullheartedly,

desiring to hear of your welfare, fair, fair, Jesus Christ. Would I be siege Almighty Nimrod long for to persevere onto his pleasure in your heart's desire? And if it pleases you to hear of my welfare, I am not in good health or body, nor of heart, nor shall it be till I hear from you. And then he goes to your day. I'm writing today to offer my thoughts

on your recent sucks of usual, of unusual mental disorders and killer kids. So yeah, a little while back. I would have written earlier, but I'm still catching up on episodes as a forensic child psychiatrist. I had a few thoughts. Overall, I think you did an excellent job

of presenting these topics in a way that can help all of us appreciate the meat sacks. That meat sacks go through a whole lot in life and we all have different experiences. I continue to appreciate your message of get help for yourself if you need it. But first, the important part of this message, my wife and I will come to see you this coming weekend

is Spokane Yay, we'll be traveling from Butte, we'll be waving like mad idiots as we transit through Cordillane as we have no idea where you live or where the sucked engine is. What should you feel the strange cost of air on Saturday? Know that it will? Probably is nuts because you shouldn't really feel this way.

I hope you had fun of that show by the way. I'm so nervous for it right now. It'd be the first show in like a year and a half. So back to the original topic of this message, I thought I would share with you a few thoughts about mental health and in particular child mental health. 13% of youth age eight to 15 live with mental illness severe enough to cause significant impairment

to their day to day lives. This figure jumps to 21% in youth age 13 to 18. Half of all lifetime cases of mental illness began by age 14 and three quarters by age 24. Early identification and intervention improve outcomes for children before these conditions become far more serious, more costly and difficult to treat. Despite the availability of effective treatment, there are average delays of 8-10 years between the onset of symptoms and intervention, critical developmental years

in the life of a child. In our nation, nearly 80% of youth with mental illness do not receive treatment. That's terrible. Unfortunately, there are significant individual and societal costs associated with untreated mental illness and children. Approximately 50% of students age 14 and older with mental illness drop out of high school. The highest dropout rate of any disability group. 90% of those who die by suicide have mental illness. Suicide is the third leading cause of death for youth age 15 to 24, more youth and young adults die from suicide than from all natural causes combined. 70% of youth in state and local juvenile justice systems have mental illness with at least 20% experiencing

severe symptoms. At the same time, juvenile facilities failed to adequately address the mental health needs of youth in their custody, given the early onset of emotional and behavioral disorders. The Institute of Medicine estimates that their subsequent indirect and direct costs on the economy equal 247 billion annually. We know that early intervention is important and then just treating the child is not sufficient. We need to involve families in care to help families learn to better support their kids and one another. Why can't I just tell them to pray in fast everything? This directly speaks to the notion of killer kids. In your killer kids episode, you discuss the ideas of nurture versus nature. I think you hit it right on that combination.

I think you hit it right on that that combination is what predicts a perfect storm. As to nature, for example, we know from Dutch twin studies that certain genetic make-ups will produce amazingly successful people if they are raised in a positive environment, but sociopaths, if raised in a negative environment. Of course, this also speaks to nurture. Let's take a look at nurture specifically trauma. We know that trauma is dose dependent. That is, the more trauma we receive, even if small traumas, it builds up and can be damaging to our brains.

The CDC Kaiser Permanente Adverse Childhood Experience Study has shown us the impact that trauma has on development in later life. So what is adverse childhood experience, at least for the purposes of this study? It includes emotional abuse, emotional neglect, physical abuse, physical neglect, sexual abuse, witnessing domestic violence, substance abuse in the household, mental illness in the household, parental separation or divorce, or an incarcerated household member. The study shows that the more aces you experience, the greater your risk for negative outcomes throughout all aspects of your life.

That includes increases for the risk of smoking, alcohol use, depression, asthma, stroke, heart disease, unemployment, drop it out of high school, teenage pregnancy, involvement and sex trafficking, difficulty forming relationships, just to name a few. Unfortunately, these events are not uncommon. About 61% of adults report they have experienced at least one type of ACE, and one in six report four or more types, the lifetime economic burden of substantiated child abuse neglect, approximately 400 billion. We can do better in society.

We need to support our kids. We need to learn to be better meat sex. Perhaps that is why I like time sucks so much. While you Dan are often irreverent, your humor brings us together to address dark topics in a way that allows us all to learn. The community you develop pushes people towards acceptance and support rather than derision and isolation.

Well done. Now two random thoughts. One, I grew up in great falls. They ate Paul in. Good times. That's the place I talked about being Mike, one of the biggest hell gigs I've ever faced. Uh, two, me, Ciphonia is a bitch. I have it. No question. Well, not an official diagnosis, yet. There is active research into it. If only for effective treatment. Thanks for what you're doing with this podcast for the community you've created. I do not apologize for the length of

this email. See you next weekend, respectfully submitted in the name of Shobiz and Bojangles, the Lord Reverend Thomas, Hoffman MD Faithful Space Lizard. Well, thank you for that information for the education, Lord Reverend Thomas. I hope I don't suck too bad in Spokanegan. And more youth and young adults die from suicide than from all natural causes combined. How terribly sad, yes, we can do better.

Thanks for doing what you do. Thanks for trying to catch kids before they fall too far and it's so difficult to catch them and help bring them back up. Yeah, get help. If you need it, the alternatives, suffering and or death, don't sound fucking good. Do they? And come back to another show that was, uh, was not essentially my first night back from a forced retirement. Thomas, if I, if it wasn't funny. Uh, thanks for the messages, everybody. Thanks, time suckers. I need a net. We all did.

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