I Never Told Anyone Before: Testimony former member of Catholic Coercive Control Group

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I never told anyone that before: Testimony of Former Catholic Cult-like Group Member

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(Translated from the Portuguese)

Here goes my testimony (veeeeeeeery long):

First, I want to thank all those who had the idea to create this site (Opus Libros). Can you measure exactly the amount of good you do to so many souls out there?

I speak for myself, but I’m sure many people benefit from the content of Opus Livre (Opus Libros, Opus Books)

I also want to congratulate the authors of the book “Opus Dei, os Bastidores” (Opus Dei, behind the Scenes) for so much courage and lucidity. The relevance of this book is immense and, I believe, it helps bring peace to many people who have gone through Opus Dei, as in my case.

Until I had knowledge of the book and access to the site, which only happened two weeks ago, I lived for years of my life thinking that I was the only dissenting number, because I had never read anything so real about it. So, I just have to thank you, because I felt a great relief to see that I’m normal, contrary to what the people at Opus Dei wanted to make me to believe in their mean and harmful norms.

I’m going to spare names out of respect for people. I don’t know if they disappeared or not. Anyway, they deserve respect.

I was 15 years old and recently completed middle school,  with very little life experience when I found the Jacamar University Center, (Sao Paulo, Brazil) still at Al. Joaquim Eugênio de Lima in the mid-1970s. I’m from an upper middle-class family, practicing Catholics, college educated parents. To top it off, at the height of my 15 years I was very cute, friendly, although shy, affable and, of course, docile and naïve regarding everything, besides having an immense desire to change the world, do good, be recognized, have friends.

A sister of mine, a year older than me, was the one who took me downtown, invited by a friend from our high school. But I didn’t know anything about Opus Dei, imagine… I arrived on a Sunday, I liked the place, everyone was cheerful and friendly. It was carnival, had a lively little party, I liked the weather. But on the first day some things caught my eye. First, that bunch of women (only women, of course, which I found strange) wearing skirts at a time that few wore … for me it was very weird. Then I noticed that they all had more or less the same manner, the same hair, the same way of expressing themselves. Now, what caused me the most strangeness (but not necessarily in a bad sense at that moment) was when a girl -I had never seen a fatter one in my life- took me aside and said that she really liked me (this about 2 hours after we met for the first time ), and that she wanted to be my friend. Only later did I understand that she was a Numerary (consecrated member) doing her apostolate(mission work) any way she could, as is the custom in The Work (Spanish, La Obra, as the members call it). Anyway, this girl was 5 years older than me, and I was very happy that she approached me and filled me with compliments. I thought it was great for her to want to know so much about me and to have been so interested in me (I almost had no friends, i was very shy and closeted at home). I remember we went out a few times to have coffee, eat sweets, talk. That was really cool. But then the spiritual practices began, which also sounded strange, exaggerated, even though I was used to going to mass, praying.

Anyway, 5 and a half months after having gone to Jacamar the first time, this same girl takes me aside, in one of those conversations, and asks me if I had never thought about becoming a part of The Work (she was already living in the center and told me that she had joined Opus Dei). She asked what I thought of it, I was kind of not sure what to say, but I thought it was weird. Faced with the question about my vocation, I faltered, I didn’t know what to answer, I had no idea what that meant, and, with no idea what to say, “I don’t know, I never thought much, but I also thought, I don’t know.” Then she insisted and said that she thought I had a vocation, that everyone at the center thought it, that I had to give my life to God, that I wouldn’t regret it. He said I should find it as great as I was 15 to know why I was born, that I was chosen by God. I was a little astonished, but I let myself be persuaded (I was really very silly) and said yes I had thought about what it was like to be “on the other side” like her.

Then, on the spot, I had the “great vision” about my vocation… I was very afraid to go ahead because I knew it meant I wouldn’t get married. I was distressed, but I didn’t discuss this with anyone. In conversations, they made me believe that this was a minor thing compared to my  “divine” choice. Well, then all the rules and rules started, and I learned several things: first I had to wear skirts always (which for me was absolutely unnatural), that I could not go to the movies or the theater (something else that shocked me a lot), that for everything I had to ask permission of the center, which had to give me money if I needed it, wear the cilice (spiked garter around the thigh) and whip myself with the discipline (hard knotted whip) and do my apostolate (outreach work). I was very bad at trying to convince others, to this day I am, especially when I’m not quite convinced of what I want to sell; so, I was always pretty weak as regards convincing others, But they made it clear to me what kind of “friend” (recruit) the center  was interested in: the well-settled and the family with money. And I thought we were going to be holy in the middle of the world, being a normal person, with normal friends… but changing the way I dressed, changing my habits, this was all unnatural to me. I drew a lot of attention at school, at home, everyone came to think I was weird. That was horrible!! I didn’t feel worldly. I was shocked to learn that The Work was all about that. After all, I had dreamed of being normal, wearing pants, going to the movies. Now I was crying because I had been “chosen”. I  hated my destiny …

But what really shocked me in Opus Dei, this pseudo-work of God, was another story (neither the cilice and discipline were that hard!). My sister who put me in touch with the university the center (look at the irony) has a disease called neurofibromatosis. Those who suffer from the problem have skin full of fibromas. You can imagine that these people suffer prejudice and have low self-esteem. Because one day, I don’t even remember if I was already from The Work, one of the numeraries, using second-rate psychology, “washed her hands” on my sister’s case. She said that she was a very strange person, full of nervous tics and problems, who had probably gotten a lot from my father as a child and that she needed treatment. And, of course, unfortunately The Work could do nothing for her. Since that day – I never learned what happened exactly in the conversation between the numerary and my sister – my sister was left abandoned in the center, until eventually she stopped going. What’s more, she developed a huge, huge anger for the place, to the point of ridiculing me because I started dressing like the people there and fighting with me every time I went to Jacamar. On the other hand, another of my sisters, two years older than me, good-looking, “whistled”(joined) around the same time as me. It was really hard to hear that about my sister. It’s been 30 years since this happened, and to this day I remember details of what the numerary told me.

Another shock: my mother, although Catholic, hated the center and Opus Dei. She’d do anything to get me out of there, telling me they manipulated me, that they were Francoists (Fascists). I fought a lot with her over The Work and, at the top of my 15 years, the more she contradicted me, the more I wanted to go to Jacamar. Well, because of that, I couldn’t afford to donate to the Work, which was charging me. My contribution was so little that one day I was advised to open my mother’s wallet and open it behind her back. God would understand, according to the director of the center. And so it was that in my teenage years I stole from my mother several times, just to please the directors.

Another shock was when I went to take the university entrance exam. Without asking, I registered for the journalism course at PUC and Liberal Arts at USP. With the registration already made, my directors said that Journalism was a course disapproved by The Work and PUC, so no way! That I should only study Liberal Arts. Actually, what I really wanted most was journalism. So, at the end of high school, I gave in and passed Liberal Arts. I told the people at the center that my directors had recommended I drop out of college. I went secretly to the university center for some (journalism) classes. I enjoyed it a lot; that’s what I wanted. I had passed without having to take the introductory course, but my superiors did not let me move on, despite my arguments. They said it was a very politicized subject, that it was not good for a daughter of God. Very depressed, I was forced to lie to my parents and myself, telling them I no longer wanted that course and that I would present Liberal Arts. My parents wouldn’t let me drop out of college, registered me for the course and paid a year of school for me – I did it unwillingly, not wanting to get into Liberal Arts; I was missing more times than I attended; I skipped…

By that time, my relationship with The Work and God had already gone up in smoke, but I tried to keep up appearances somehow. I was depressed.  I had terrible headaches. I made my parents worry about me. They took me to doctors. I was in pain, I was confined to bed, sleeping a lot, not wanting to take the phone calls from the center staff. I didn’t tell anyone my anguish, much less to the numeraries,  who should have been my sisters at this point!

Finally, I got involved with a boy… I was almost 19, but I was still attached to the center. One day I told the numerary who was taking care of me what was going on and she wanted to know in detail how far I had gone with the young man. And all the details! And as I was explaining to her, she was turning into a monster, muttering, almost drooling. She was very interested in the content of my story, and at the same time she seemed to feel very angry that I had experienced it and she, at least as far as I knew, had never experienced it. She was not satisfied with my answers. She backed me to the wall in a crazy conversation, which I never forgot, interrogating me. At the end of the conversation, she called me a whore, told me I dressed like a whore (just because on this day I had a blouse with a shorter sleeves) and even spit in my face, disgusted by me. Weakened, I cried a lot, I went to confess with a priest of Opus Dei (who also wanted to know all the details), I asked God’s forgiveness, I just cried. Obviously, I didn’t want to belong to The Work anymore, but I didn’t know how to leave. I was full of guilt; they told me of all the horrors that affect those who leave their vocation. My sister who had joined had already left well before me, without commenting on me. That was terrible too, in a conversation about it! At the center, I was told that she had no vocation, that this was happening. They insisted on me for a while, but gradually they gave up, too.

They didn’t want me there anymore, and I didn’t want them. I had with me material from The Work (books, pamphlets) and I was ready to return them if I were asked. A numerary agreed to meet with me in a church and gave me the message: “You no longer belong to The Work.” I felt a mixture of relief and guilt with the expulsion. She treated me with a certain pity, as if I were a poor thing, but she didn’t give me much satisfaction regarding the reasons for the expulsion. It was all very informal, actually. She said that at that moment what she and The Work could do for me would be to give me guidance so that I would not “fall away” too steeply;  so that I could secure my salvation. She arranged for me to meet me the next week for a new conversation. And she said she’d give that assistance for a while. On the day arranged, I went to the agreed place and there I waited for the girl, who not only did not show up but never gave me an explanation – neither she nor anyone else from the Work. As I had sinned gravely in the eyes of Opus Dei (I had only exchanged a few caresses with the boyfriend, had not lost my virginity!) but now I was considered garbage, a fifth-rate human being, and they probably came to the conclusion that no one should waste time with me anymore. The friend who “discovered” my vocation I never saw again; she moved from the Opus house.  This distancing for me also made me very bad,  a broken link suddenly in such a complicated phase of my life. Since that day in 1979 I have never had any further contact with Opus Dei. (In fact, I always run away from the topic when someone touches on it. I’m so very afraid they’d learn about my past.)

Anyway, years have passed. I married; I have two children, many friends. I am a professional of respect in the area I chose. But Opus Dei is a rock in the middle of my path. I dreamed years of this Work. I still dream, and never, not even once have I been able to talk about my experience with someone – not with my best friends, not with my parents, nor with my sisters (not even with the one who, like me, joined one day), nor before the therapists I’ve seen, nor with my husband. I look at my kids, still children, and I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to talk to them about it either. It is very distressing to keep this secret. I have crises to this day with this and, in front of this picture, I imagine how much relief the site has given me. I see there are other people in the same boat. Deep down, I’d really like to be able to talk in person with a former member of The Work, someone with enough lucidity to exchange ideas with me about my anguish and help me erase this terrible ghost once and for all. Is that possible?

Thank you so much for your attention, from the bottom of my heart.

A sisterly embrace,

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Original Brazilian Portuguese:

Jamais eu tinha contado isso a alguém

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Pois então aí vai meu depoimento (loooonguíssimo!!):

Primeiro quero agradecer a todos os que tiveram a idéia de criar este site. Será que vocês têm a dimensão exata do bem que fazem a tantas almas por aí?

Falo por mim, mas tenho certeza de que muitas pessoas se beneficiam do conteúdo do Opus Livre.

Quero também parabenizar os autores do livro “Opus Dei, Os Bastidores” por tanta coragem e lucidez. A pertinência deste livro é imensa e, creio eu, ajuda a trazer paz a muita gente que passou pelo Opus Dei – meu caso.

Até ter conhecimento do livro e acesso ao site, o que só aconteceu há duas semanas, vivi anos da minha vida achando que eu era a única numerária dissidente, pois eu nunca havia lido nada tão real sobre o assunto por aí. Então só tenho mesmo a agradecer, porque senti um alívio imenso de ver que sou normal, ao contrário do que as pessoas do Opus Dei quiseram me fazer acreditar com suas normas insanas e nefastas.

Vou poupar nomes em respeito às pessoas. Não sei se elas “desapitaram” ou não. De qualquer forma, merecem respeito.

Eu tinha 15 anos recém-completados e pouquíssima experiência de vida quando conheci o Centro Universitário Jacamar, ainda na Al. Joaquim Eugênio de Lima, em meados da década de 1970. Sou de uma família classe média alta, católicos praticantes, pais universitários. Para completar, no auge dos meus 15 anos era bem bonitinha, simpática, embora tímida, afável e, claro, dócil e ingênua de tudo, além de ter uma imensa vontade de mudar o mundo, fazer o bem, ser reconhecida, ter amigos.

Uma irmã, um ano mais velha do que eu, foi quem me levou ao centro, convidada por uma amiga do nosso colégio, já numerária. Mas eu nada sabia de Opus Dei, imagina… Eu cheguei num domingo, gostei do lugar, era todo mundo alegre e simpático. Era carnaval, tinha uma festinha animada, gostei do clima. Mas já no primeiro dia algumas coisas me chamaram a atenção. Primeiro, aquele bando de mulheres (só mulheres, claro, o que já achei estranho) usando saias numa época que poucas usavam… pra mim era muito esquisito. Depois reparei que todas tinham mais ou menos o mesmo jeito, o mesmo cabelo, o mesmo modo de se expressar. Agora, o que mais me causou estranhamento (mas não necessariamente para o mal naquele momento) foi quando uma moça que eu nunca havia visto mais gorda na vida me chamou para um canto e disse que havia gostado muito (isso com umas 2 horas de convívio apenas) de mim e que queria ser minha amiga. Só depois é que fui entender que se tratava de uma numerária fazendo apostolado de forma acintosa, como é de praxe na Obra. Enfim, essa moça era 5 anos mais velha do que eu e fiquei muito feliz por ela ter se aproximado de mim e me enchido de elogios. Achei o máximo ela querer saber tanto de mim e ter se interessado tanto por mim (eu quase não tinha amigas, era muito tímida e fechada em casa). Lembro que saímos algumas vezes para tomar café, comer doces, conversar. Aquilo era muito legal. Mas aí começaram as práticas espirituais, que também me soavam estranhas, exageradas, embora eu estivesse acostumada a ir à missa, a rezar. Enfim, 5 meses e meio depois de ter ido à primeira vez ao Jacamar, essa mesma moça que chama para um canto, numa daquelas nossas conversas, e me pergunta se eu nunca tinha pensado em ser da Obra (ela já estava morando no centro e me contou que havia entrado para o Opus Dei. Perguntou o que eu achava daquilo, fiquei meio sem saber o que dizer, mas achei esquisito). Diante da pergunta sobre minha vocação, vacilei, não sabia o que responder, não tinha a menor idéia do que aquilo significava e, sem ter idéia do que dizer disse “mais ou menos, sei lá, nunca pensei muito, mas também já pensei, não sei”. Aí ela insistiu e disse que achava que eu tinha vocação, que todo mundo no centro achava, que eu tinha de entregar minha vida a Deus, que eu não me arrependeria. Disse que eu deveria achar o máximo com apenas 15 anos saber por que motivo eu havia nascido, que eu era escolhida por Deus. Fiquei meio pasma, mas entrei no discurso dela (eu era realmente muito tonta) e disse que já tinha pensado sim em como era estar ‘do outro lado’, como ela. Aí, pronto, tive a “grande visão” a respeito da minha vocação… Tive muito medo de ir em frente, porque sabia que não podia casar, fiquei meio aflita, mas não comentei com ninguém. Nas conversas, fizeram-me acreditar que isso era uma coisa menor diante da escolha “divina”. Bem, aí começaram todas as normas e regras e tomei conhecimento de várias coisas: primeiro que tinha de usar saias sempre (o que pra mim era absolutamente antinatural), que não podia ir ao cinema nem ao teatro (outra coisa que me chocou muito), que para tudo tinha de pedir permissão ao centro, que tinha de dar dinheiro, usar o cilício e as disciplinas e fazer apostolado de qualquer jeito. Eu era muito ruim nisso de tentar convencer os outros, até hoje sou, especialmente quando não estou bem convencida do que quero vender, por isso sempre fui bem fraca de apostolado. Enfim, mas deixaram claro para mim que tipo de amiga interessava ao centro: as bem resolvidas e as de família com grana. E eu que achava que a gente ia ser santo no meio do mundo, sendo uma pessoa normal, com amigos normais… mudar o jeito de vestir, mudar meus hábitos, isso tudo era pra mim antinatural, eu chamava muita atenção na escola, em casa, todos passaram a me achar esquisita. Isso foi horrível!! Não me sentia do mundo, tive um choque ao saber que a Obra era isso. No final, sonhava em ser normal, usar calça, ir ao cinema, chorava porque eu havia sido “escolhida” , tinha ódio do meu destino…

Mas o que me chocou mesmo no Opus Dei, essa pseudo-obra de Deus, foi uma outra história (nem o cilício e a disciplina me doeram tanto!). A minha irmã que me fez conhecer o centro (vejam a ironia) tem uma doença chamada neurofibromatose. Quem sofre do problema tem a pele cheia de fibromas. Dá para imaginar que essas pessoas sofrem preconceito e têm baixa auto-estima. Pois um dia, nem me lembro mais se eu já era da Obra, uma das numerárias, se valendo de uma psicologia de quinta categoria, “lavou as mãos” sobre o caso da minha irmã. Disse que ela era uma pessoa muito esquisita, cheia de tiques nervosos e problemas, que provavelmente tinha apanhado muito do meu pai quando criança e que ela precisava se tratar. E, claro, que infelizmente a Obra não poderia fazer nada por ela. Desde esse dia – eu nunca soube o que aconteceu na conversa entre a numerária e a minha irmã – minha irmã ficou largada às traças no centro, até que deixou de ir. E mais: ficou com uma raiva enorme, imensa do lugar, a ponto de me ridicularizar porque eu passei a me vestir como as pessoas de lá e a brigar comigo toda vez que eu ia ao Jacamar. Em compensação, uma outra irmã, dois anos mais velha do que eu, de boa aparência, apitou mais ou menos na mesma época que eu. Foi muito duro ouvir aquilo sobre minha irmã. Faz 30 anos que isso aconteceu e até hoje me lembro detalhes do que a numerária me falou. Outro choque: minha mãe, apesar de católica, odiava o centro e o Opus Dei. Fazia de tudo para me tirar de lá, dizia que me manipulavam, que eram franquistas. Briguei muito com ela por causa da Obra e, no alto dos meus 15 anos, quanto mais ela me contrariava, mais eu queria ir ao Jacamar. Bem, por causa disso, não conseguia dinheiro para dar à Obra, que me cobrava. Minha contribuição era tão pouca que um dia me aconselharam a abrir a carteira da minha mãe e pegar sem ela perceber. Deus entenderia, segundo a diretora do centro. E assim foi que na minha adolescência furtei minha mãe várias vezes, apenas para agradar às diretoras.

Outro choque foi quando fui prestar vestibular. Sem perguntar nada, fiz inscrição para o curso de Jornalismo na PUC e de Letras na USP. Com a inscrição já feita, disseram que Jornalismo era um curso reprovado pela Obra e a PUC, então, nem pensar! Que eu só deveria prestar Letras. Na verdade, o que eu mais queria era Jornalismo mesmo. Então, ao acabar o colégio, prestei e passei. Contei ao pessoal do centro, elas me disseram para largar a faculdade. Cheguei a ir escondido do centro em algumas aulas, gostei muito, era o que eu queria, havia passado sem precisar fazer cursinho, mas não me deixaram seguir em frente, apesar dos meus argumentos. Diziam que era um curso muito politizado, que aquilo não era bom para uma filha de Deus. Muito deprimida, fui obrigada a mentir aos meus pais e a mim mesma, dizendo que não queria mais aquele curso e que iria prestar Letras. Meus pais não me deixaram largar a faculdade, trancaram o curso e pagaram um ano de cursinho para mim – fiz a contragosto, não querendo entrar na Letras, mais faltava do que ia, matava aula etc. Nessa altura, minha relação com a Obra e com Deus já tinha ido para o espaço, mas eu tentava manter as aparências de alguma forma. Tive depressão, sentia dores de cabeça terríveis, fiz meus pais se preocuparem comigo, me levarem em médicos, exagerava nas dores, vivia trancada na cama, dormindo, sem querer atender aos telefonemas do pessoal do centro. Não contava para ninguém minhas angústias, muito menos para as numerárias, que deveriam ser a essa altura minhas irmãs! Por fim, me envolvi com um rapaz… tinha quase 19 anos, mas ainda não havia me desligado do centro. Contei um dia à numerária que me atendia o que estava acontecendo e ela quis saber em detalhes até onde eu tinha chegado com o moço. Mas detalhes mesmo! E conforme eu ia contando ela ia se transformando num monstro, falando entre dentes, quase babando. Tinha enorme interesse naquilo que eu contava, e, ao mesmo tempo, parecia sentir muita raiva por eu ter experimentado aquilo e ela, ao menos até onde eu sabia, não ter passado por isso. Não se contentava com minhas respostas, me encostou na parede numa conversa alucinada, que nunca mais esqueci, dirigindo minhas respostas. Ao fim da conversa, me chamou de puta, disse que eu me vestia como uma puta (só porque neste dia estava com uma blusa com uma manguinha mais curta) e chegou a cuspir no meu rosto, com nojo de mim. Fragilizada, chorei muito, fui me confessar com um padre do Opus Dei (que também quis saber todos os detalhes), pedi perdão a Deus, me acabei de chorar. Óbvio que não queria mais ser da Obra, mas não sabia como, tinha muita culpa, me falavam de todos os horrores que acometem quem deixa a vocação. Minha irmã que havia apitado já tinha saído bem antes de mim, sem nada comentar comigo. Isso também foi terrível, numa conversamos sobre isso! No centro, me disseram que ela não tinha vocação, que isso acontecia. Insistiram um tempo comigo, mas aos poucos largaram mão também. Não me queriam mais lá, nem eu a eles. Eu tinha comigo um material da Obra (livros, folhetos) e me prontifiquei a devolvê-los, tal qual me solicitavam. Uma numerária marcou comigo numa igreja e me deu o recado: “Você não é mais da Obra”. Senti um misto de alívio e culpa com a expulsão. Ela me tratou com certa pena, como se eu fosse uma coitada, mas não me deu muita satisfação dos motivos da expulsão. Foi tudo muito informal, na verdade. Disse que naquele momento o que ela e a Obra poderiam fazer por mim seria me dar uma orientação para que eu não ‘caísse’ mais tão fundo, para que eu garantisse minha salvação. Então ela combinou comigo de me encontrar na semana seguinte, para nova conversa. E disse que daria essa assistência por um tempo. No dia, fui ao local marcado e lá fiquei a esperar a moça, que não só não apareceu como nunca me deu uma satisfação – nem ela nem ninguém da Obra. Como eu havia pecado gravemente ao olhos do Opus Dei (só havia trocado umas carícias com o namorado, não tinha nem deixado de ser virgem!) havia me tornado um lixo, um ser humano de quinta categoria, e provavelmente chegaram à conclusão de que ninguém deveria mais perder tempo comigo. A tal amiga que ‘descobriu’ minha vocação eu nunca mais vi, ela mudou de centro, essa distância para mim também me fez muito mal, foi um elo quebrado de repente numa fase tão complicada da minha vida. Desde esse dia, de 1979, nunca mais tive nenhum contato com o Opus Dei (aliás, sempre fujo do tema quando por acaso alguém toca nele, tenho muito medo que saibam do meu passado.)

Enfim, anos se passaram, casei, tenho dois filhos, muitos amigos, sou uma profissional de respeito na área que escolhi. Mas o Opus Dei é uma pedra no meio do meu caminho. Sonhei anos com essa Obra, ainda sonho, e nunca, mas nunca mesmo, consegui falar disso com alguém – nem com meus melhores amigos, nem com meus pais, nem com minhas irmãs (nem com a que apitou um dia), nem diante dos terapeutas que fui, nem com meu marido. Olho meus filhos, ainda crianças, e acho que nunca vou conseguir falar sobre isso com eles também. É muito angustiante ter esse segredo, tenho crises até hoje com isso e, diante desse quadro, imagino o quanto de alívio o site me proporcionou. Vejo que há outras pessoas no mesmo barco. No fundo, gostaria mesmo de poder conversar pessoalmente com um ex-membro da Obra, alguém com lucidez suficiente para trocar idéias comigo sobre minhas angústias e me ajudar a apagar de vez esse terrível fantasma. Será que isso é possível?

Muito obrigada pela atenção, de coração.

Um abraço fraterno

C.P.

 

El Mayor Crimen del Vaticano: que el Padre Maciel permaneciera cual Pedófilo Suelto en la Legión de Cristo durante 60 años

Imagen de San Agustín de Hipona

 

Estimados lectores,

No es política de ReGAIN atacar al Papa o a la jerarquía de la Iglesia Católica. Pero este artículo acusa a la Curia Romana -los apparatchikes de la Iglesia- de los pecados de omisión y comisión. ReGAIN evita centrar su crítica en el Papa como el único o principal culpable de todos los males de la Iglesia. Creemos que esto es demasiado simplista. (Siempre es agradable tener algo concreto, una persona  en particular, como blanco de nuestra ira e indignación).  Pero resulta imposible absolver a varios papas, desde el Papa Pío XII hasta Benedicto XVI, de negligencia grave al permitir que el Padre Maciel y su marca de vida religiosa continúen y prosperen en el seno del catolicismo.

Aquí no encontrará a un (John) Paul Lennon “despotricando y delirando” -como fue retratado por abogados de la Legión en la corte de Alexandria City Virginia en 2008. Más bien encontrará a Paul Lennon, entristecido por la muerte de otra de otra víctima del abuso sexual del P. Maciel, Saúl Barrales, que muere sin reivindicación el 5 de abril 2021; a un Paul Lennon,  consejero de salud mental  e investigador de sectas -un católico practicante- impulsado a actuar por un artículo recibido de  Info-Culte, una organización canadiense respetable de estudio de sectas:

 

No se debe permitir que un pedófilo regrese a la escena de sus crímenes.

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2021-04-07/convicted-paedophile-denied-access-to-shoalhaven/100053146

El artículo citado se refiere a cómo los residentes australianos locales se opusieron al que el infame pedófilo, “Little Pebble”, regresara al lugar de sus crímenes de pedofilia, incluso bajo una supervisión muy estricta. El artículo me ha dejado perturbado cuando me doy cuenta de cómo la información sobre el abuso del P. Maciel a un seminarista bajo su cuidado -años después de fundar la orden con niños preadolescentes en México- llegó al Vaticano en 1943 y fue ignorada; el depredador regresando a sus dominios, cual zorro suelto en el gallinero que había construido por sus propios motivos dudosos. Este descuido también puede explicar cómo la vida de las víctimas de Maciel fuera destruida de manera tan fulminante. Tal devastación fue presenciada y sufrida por sus seres queridos, y por aquellos de nosotros que sólo nos dimos cuenta de su difícil situación en 1997.

https://www.ncregister.com/blog/vatican-knew-about-legionary-founder-maciel-s-abuse-from-1943-ex8xr481

Veamos por qué los residentes locales se opusieron a tener al abusador de vuelta en la comunidad donde los abusos habían ocurrido después de completar su sentencia – y cómo le impiden regresar. Se impusieron contra una decisión de la Corte Suprema de Nuevo Gales del Sur que le permitía regresar bajo estricta supervisión. Temían que las víctimas fueran re-traumatizadas.

“A finales de la semana pasada, la Corte Suprema de NSW dictaminó que el líder de culto William Costellia-Kamm – también conocido como “Little Pebble” – podría regresar a su comuna en Cambewarra, en la región de Shoalhaven, en estrictas condiciones y pendiente de aprobación por servicios correctivos NSW.

La decisión provocó una enorme reacción de la comunidad que fue apoyada por diputados estatales y federales.

Hoy, un portavoz de Servicios Correctivos de NSW dijo que a Costellia-Kamm se le negaría el acceso a la región.

“Servicios Correctivos NSW no ha dado ninguna aprobación para que el delincuente resida en Cambewarra o el Shoalhaven y no tiene planes actuales para hacerlo”, dijeron.

“El infractor estará sujeto a un intenso nivel de supervisión, incluyendo monitoreo electrónico las 24 horas del día, así como otras 48 condiciones estrictas alrededor de su vivienda, movimientos, finanzas, asociaciones, comunicaciones electrónicas y apariencia personal.”

El departamento dijo que Costellia-Kamm sería supervisado por oficiales de Correccionales Comunitarias “altamente capacitados” que trabajarían con la Policía de NSW.

“El equipo de supervisión también ha recibido amplios poderes de búsqueda e incautación por parte de la Corte Suprema, lo que les permite en cualquier momento y sin previo aviso registrar al delincuente, su alojamiento, vehículo y cualquier dispositivo electrónico”, dijo el portavoz.

“Cualquier violación de una Orden de Supervisión Extendida es un delito penal y puede resultar en cargos adicionales y hasta cinco años de prisión.”

Al dictar su decisión la semana pasada, el juez Stephen Campbell dijo que el riesgo que representaba Costellia-Kamm podría ser “manejado adecuadamente” dada la “rigurosidad de las condiciones” que se propusieron.

Preocupaciones por el trauma

La decisión del tribunal llevó a cientos de residentes en la costa sur a firmar una petición pidiendo que se prohibiera a Costellia-Kamm volver a vivir en el lugar donde se cometieron sus crímenes.

“Todos los niños tienen derecho a sentirse seguros en su comunidad y permitir que este hombre entre en nuestra comunidad pone a nuestros hijos en riesgo”, dijo la firmante Temeka Giddings.

Sus preocupaciones se hicieron eco de la diputada de la Costa Sur Shelley Hancock y la miembro de Gilmore, Fiona Phillips, quienes expresaron su preocupación por el trauma que su regreso tendría sobre sus víctimas.

“En mi opinión, tiene que haber alguna reforma a la ley por la cual un delincuente como este nunca puede acercarse a esta comunidad… Hancock dijo.

“No podemos soportar que personas como esta vuelvan a vivir entre nosotros”.”

En 2005 Costellia-Kamm, quien fundó una secta llamada La Orden de Santa Charbel, fue condenada por violar a dos adolescentes a las que se refería como sus “esposas espirituales”.

Había estado viviendo en Sídney desde que fue puesto en libertad condicional después de cumplir la mayor parte de su sentencia de una década.

Él sigue negando su culpabilidad y afirma que fue acusado falsamente.”

 

La Re-Traumatización de las Víctimas de Maciel y la Corrupción de la Legión de Cristo/Regnum Christi Federación fundada y gobernada por él.

El lector debe estar de acuerdo con el shock del escritor al conectar lo anterior con el caso Maciel.

El Vaticano tardó 13 años en reaccionar a las acusaciones contra el fundador de la orden (“congregación”) religiosa de la Legión de Cristo: comienza la primera “visita” oficial del Vaticano de la Legión de Cristo 1956-59. La investigación en última análisis fue un fracaso y a Maciel se le permitió regresar a su fundación;no sólo vivir en las residencias, sino también con el cargo de superior general,  disfrutando de autoridad  mundial. y ejerciendo  un control  total y detallado sobre cada  miembro. El incestuoso padre regresó a su familia, restablecido y en una posición más fuerte. De vuelta en Roma, el estafador reanudó su romance con  destacados miembros de la Curia a quienes continuó sobornando y chantajeando. El pedófilo en serie ya había estado abusando de sus sujetos pubescentes desde la fundación en 1941. Por lo tanto, el abuso pasó desapercibido hasta 1956 y continuó durante otros cincuenta años hasta su muerte (1959-2008.

Otra “visita” vaticana en 2009, después de la muerte del Padre Maciel, no logró erradicar a los depredadores sexuales, cómplices, superiores colaboradores,  y lacayos de  Maciel  en la organización. No se produjeron cambios radicales en la estructura y el modus operandi. Se realizaron cambios en los documentos, pero no en el personal. El entonces   Director General de  la Legión, P. Álvaro Corcuera LC,  R.I.P., y el cuadro de liderazgo supuestamente transoformado por Monseñor Velasio de Paolis, siguen en control.

Estos últimos años, en su afán por negar la amplia difusión de abusos sexuales en su ambiente, la cúpula legionaria ha tratado de atribuir la parte principal de los abusos sexuales al fundador “malo”, reconociendo que él abusó de al menos 60 menores bajo su cuidado pastoral.  Cuando uno considera que Maciel era un pedófilo depredador serial este número parece ridículamente bajo: ¿una víctima por año? Los testimonios señalan cómo Maciel era insaciable en su lujuria. Como escribió una víctima, refiriéndose a su abuso en la década de 1960:”Maciel siempre está en la búsqueda de carne fresca”. No se necesita demasiada imaginación para multiplicar el número oficial por tres, cinco o diez… Lo mismo se podría decir del número También queda de las víctimas-depredadores de segunda y tercera generación en el interior de la Legión de Cristo; un ambiente de puertas cerradas, secreto, minimización, exilio y encubrimiento.

Un estudo somero revela cómo Maciel “progresó” de abusar de las víctimas cuando eran niños a abusar de ellas como adolescentes y adultos jóvenes. Las relaciones desviadas a veces continuaban hasta la edad adulta-temprana con sus “amantes”. Sus relaciones sexuales con mujeres tienden a oscurecer su pedofilia y confundir al público. Sin embargo, es la convicción del escritor de que la preferencia de Maciel siempre fuera de niños y adolescentes: podía comprarlos en sus viajes después de agotar o perder el interés en suministro monótono en casa.

Nos quedamos con preguntas espeluznantes:

¿Cuál es el efecto de un confesor pedófilo, director espiritual, superior, director general que vive en medio de una comunidad religiosa fundada y controlada por él?

¿Cuál es el nivel de seguridad en una comunidad con un depredador sexual sin restricciones?

¿Qué sucede cuando un depredador sexual es tu director espiritual y confesor  y utiliza este foro para explorar tu historia sexual y debilidades?

¿Cómo se destruye la brújula moral y la conciencia cuando el padre espiritual le dice al adolescente en ciernes que nada está mal, que está haciendo la Voluntad de Dios cuando da placer a su depredador y permite que él mismo sea excitado?

¿Cuál es el efecto de un depredador sexual suelto  rodeado de niños inocentes cuando el depredador también es adicto a la morfina?

¿Qué tipo de acciones y conversaciones “edificantes” tiene el Superior General con sus víctimas cuando se desinhibe por el consumo de drogas?

¿Cuán extensos y duraderos son los efectos de Marcial Maciel -el abusador, el mentiroso, el engañador- en los superiores de la Legión de Cristo elegidos  y “formados”personalmente por él?

¿Qué pasa con las acciones desordenadas de las múltiples generaciones de macielitas en posiciones de autoridad en la Legión de Cristo/Federación Regnum Christi hasta el día de hoy?

Más Preocupante:

¿Cómo se aferra el Vaticano a su aprobación de la Legión de Cristo a la luz de estas acusaciones innegables? ¿No es capaz de revisar su aprobación ciega del P. Maciel y sus fundaciones, su carte blanche que sólo puede explicarse por engaños y cómplices mafiosos, sobornos y omertà dentro de la Curia Romana de la Iglesia Católica? (Véase el reconocimiento del Prefecto de la Congregación de la Vida Religiosa, cardenal Braz de Aviz, citado anteriormente).

¿Es el Vaticano capaz de admitir sus errores al haber sido engañado involuntariamentey/o voluntariamente por un estafador consumado? ¿Es capaz de corregir su aprobación errónea de este fundador defectuoso y su orden?

¿Cree el Papa Benedicto XVI que “la porquería” se ha limpiado del corazón de la Iglesia? ¿Qué piensa el Papa Francisco del trabajo a medias realizado por sus predecesores? ¿Seguirá manejando la Legión/Regnum Christi con guantes de seda? (Después de todo, es una máquina de hacer dinero y producir sacerdotes! )

¿Y cómo hacen las muchas víctimas inocentes del abuso sexual del P. Maciel y otros legionarios para mantener la Fe? ¿Cómo harán los miles de antiguos miembros de la Legión de Cristo que han sufrido abusos sexuales, físicos, mentales, psicológicos y espirituales para permanecer fieles a las autoridades de la Iglesia que los han traicionado?

El Resto Fiel reza para que podamos salvar nuestra fe en Cristo resucitado y en la ekklesia que Él fundó. Lamentablemente, muchos han perdido esa lucha debido a la negligencia y colusión de los malos pastores  (Juan  10,1-18).

 

 San Agustín del Hipona

 

“Bien entonces, pastores, escuchad la palabra del Señor!” ¿Qué deben oír los pastores? Así dice el Señor Dios: he aquí, estoy por encima de los pastores y los llamaré a dar cuenta de las ovejas en sus manos.

Escuchad, ovejas de Dios, escuchad y aprenden: Dios llamará a los malos pastores a dar cuenta de sus ovejas y de sus muertes. Como él dice en otra parte de Ezequiel: los he nombrado como centinela a la Casa de Israel. Cuando oigas una palabra de mi boca, avísales en mi nombre. Si le digo a un hombre inicuo: “Malvado desgraciado, vas a morir”, y no hablas para advertir al hombre inicuo que renuncie a sus caminos, entonces morirá por su pecado, pero yo te haré responsable de su muerte. Si, sin embargo, adviertes a un hombre inicuo que renuncie a sus caminos y se arrepienta, y él no se arrepiente, entonces morirá por su pecado, pero tú mismo te habrás salvado la vida.

¿Ya ves, hermanos? ¿Ves lo peligroso que es guardar silencio? Si permaneces en silencio, mueres; y con razón. Mueres por tu impiedad y pecado, es tu negligencia la que te mata. El que ha dicho: Por mi vida, dice que el Señor, pudo haber encontrado un pastor vivo, pero como el pastor fue negligente, sin advertir a los que se le había dado autoridad, aquellos cuyo centinela era, morirá justamente, y el centinela será condenado justamente. (…)

Desde que planteé la pregunta, veamos si toma las ovejas de los malos pastores y se las da a los buenos. Ciertamente lo veo tomando las ovejas de los malos pastores: estoy por encima de los pastores, y les quitaré mi rebaño y no les permitiré alimentar a mi rebaño. De esta manera los pastores dejarán de alimentarse. Porque cuando les digo: “Alimentan a mis ovejas”, se alimentan a sí mismas y no a mis ovejas. No permitiré que alimenten a mi rebaño.

Esta selección del Sermón 46 de San Agustín sobre Pastores (Sermo 46, 20-21; CCL 41, 546-548) trata a los pastores de la iglesia como vigilantes y se utiliza en la Oficina Católica Romana de Lecturas el miércoles de la semana 25 en tiempo ordinario con la lectura bíblica adjunta tomada del profeta Ezequiel 37:1-14,la famosa visión de los huesos secos.

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ReGAIN recuerda a los lectores que los hechos presentados aquí no son fruto de rumores o calumnias, sino información histórica sobre Padre Maciel y sus fundaciones: ver, en inglés Votos de Silencio,  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B000FC1B74/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1,  y  muchos artículos de Berry en National Catholic Reporter;

Consultar en español de Fernando M. Gonzáez, Marcial, la Legión de Cristo: testimonios y documentos inéditos,  https://www.amazon.com/Marcial-Maciel-Legionarios-testimonios-documentos/dp/9706991506/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=Fernando+M+Gonzalez%2C+Marcial+Marcial&qid=1617991920&s=digital-text&sr=1-1, y sus otros  estudios.

Part 2: Legion of Christ Avoids Compensating Victims of Sexual Abuse by its Founder, Father Marcial Maciel, LC

                                      

Part 2: The Legion of Christ Avoids Compensating Victims of Sexual Abuse by its Founder, Father Marcial Maciel.

 

March 4, 2021, under the patronage of Apostle Nathanael

 

When Jesus saw Nathanael coming, he said of him, ‘There is an Israelite who deserves the name, incapable of deceit’                                                                   John 1,47

 

Responding to concerns of our readership, we  will try to clarify statements made in Part 1.

 

The current director general of the Legion of Christ/Federation Regnum Christi, Father John Connor, has not yet met personally with The Group of Victims of Sexual Abuse at the hands of their founder, Father Maciel.

 

  1. The original number of eight complainants has been reduced to six due to the deaths of Mr. Fernando Pérez Olvera in late 2020 and Father Félix Alarcón in 2021:

 

    1. José de J. Barba Martín
    2.  Saul Barrales Arellano (seriously ill)
    3. Alejandro Espinosa Alcalá (extreme financial hardship)
    4. Arturo Jurado Guzmán (ill)
    5. José Antonio Pérez Olvera (extreme financial hardship)
    6. Francisco González Parga, who was not of the original group of 1997 but who bore his testimony before the prosecutor, promoter iustitiae, of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, Monsignor Charles Scicluna in CDMX April 2005 – and who would come to replace Juan José Vaca who received compensation several years ago directly from Father Alvaro Corcuera, Q.E.P.D., then director general of the Legion of Christ.

 

  1. Father Eduardo Robles Gil, LC, not Fr. Connor, was the one who met three times with representatives of the group – Barba, Pérez Olvera and Jurado – at a CDMX hotel between late December 2019 and early January 2020, in the presence of a legal mediator. He was accompanied by Father Simán, LC (he of the calculator).

 

  1. A letter with three requests was submitted in writing to Father Robles Gil:
    • Reparation  of the moral damages of the group by the Legion of Christ in 1997: The Legion motivated three men of their trust (AA, JLG, VV) to bear false testimony against the victims, claiming that they lied and formed a conspiracy against innocent Father Maciel. At the same time, the Legion of Christ forged letters (a ruse often used by Father Maciel) from an elderly Chilean bishop to strengthen Father Maciel’s defense in the Hartford Courant newspaper.
    • Reach an agreement through a panel representing both sides to agree on the amount of financial compensation for victims.
    • To notify the representative of the group, Dr. José Barba Martín, of any communications the Legion might have with the victims. (To ensure the honesty of negotiations and avoid divisions.)
          • The letter was delivered to Father Robles Gil and signed as received by him in the presence of witnesses.
          • The Legion required the three victims to sign a (unilateral?) confidentiality document.

 

  1. During the general chapter of the Legion of Christ in Rome in January 2020 the change of director general was made, with Father John Connor being elected. He sent an email to Dr. Barba in January explaining that he had been elected and that the Legion saw it as a priority to solve the problem of the victims (at least those in question; it was not clear whether he had the other victims of Father Maciel recognized by the Legion in mind). -Hence the reference in the first part to the chapter documents already mentioned.- Fr. Connor alluded to his knowledge of Father Robles Gil’s CDMX encounters with the victims. He did not say directly that he had seen such a letter or that he had read it. The reader might suspect that this was about two legionnaires passing the hot potato. Moreover, the lack of clarity – not to say confusion – and the lack of coordination of the leadership gave Father Connor time to think about how to proceed in such a delicate matter.

 

  1. In the first part of the article, we accused Father Connor of putting loyal correspondence with Dr. Barba and the group of victims to one side, preferring to launch his astute personal crusade to win over the remaining victims,  approaching them individually with the Easter Egg trick- a five-thousand-dollar-small cannonade- to soften them, divide the group of victims, and  drive the members away from Dr. Barba’s leadership. Barba  remains incorruptible and has stood firm regarding the fair  conditions  of an arrangement with the leaders of the Legion/Regnum.

 

  1. Early this year when Dr. Barba reminded Father Connor that a whole year had gone by without the Legion responding to the Father Robles Gil letter, Father Connor replied that Dr. Barba’s letter and requests are “too sophisticated” and as such deserve no consideration. (Although the mediator had not objected to the letter when it was presented to Father Robles Gil and was accepted for consideration by the Legion director general.) Father Connor remains politely in contact with Dr. Barba by email.

 

  1. ReGAIN would hope that all active and former members of the organization work and pray for an equitable solution to this seemingly endless saga.

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED AS NEEDED

ReGAIN drafting under the

patronage of Saint Nathanael (Bartholomew) and

protection of St. Michael the Archangel

 

Part One: The Legion of Christ  Continues to Avoid Compensating Victims of Sexual Abuse by its Founder, Father Marcial Maciel, LC.

The Legion of Christ  Continues to Avoid Compensating Victims of Sexual Abuse by its Founder, Father Marcial Maciel, LC.

One year ago, the Legion of Christ/Regnum Christi Federation proudly published  its chapter documents “Conversion and Repair”, “Protect and Heal” and the “Report of Abuse…” [i] in which it formally promised to compensate  the  victims for the damages  of sexual abuse suffered  at the hands of founder, Father Marcial Maciel, LC.

Today we want to inform the public what has become of such   words, documents and  promises: that in fact  the Legion of Christ, as represented by Father  Robles Gil and Regnum Christi Federation, Fr.  John Connor, have once again de facto  answered:   “NO”, “NO, WE WILL NOT” to the historical victims.  Another year has gone by WITHOUT EFFECTIVE  REPARATION.

WHAT DID THE HISTORICAL VICTIMS DEMAND OF DIRECTOR GENERAL (Father John Connor) AT THE MEETING THEY HAD A YEAR AGO?

  1. That the LC/RC publish an apology in the same media in which victims were falsely accused and unjustly libeled in 1997, so as to repair their good name, reputation and that of the relatives inheriting their name. That it be declared unambiguously  that they were not conspirators, that they were telling the truth; that the Legion’s false accusation had caused them to lose their jobs, and/or effected their careers, income, relationships, friendships and even families for decades after.

HOW DID THE LEGION OF CHRIST RESPOND? IN THE NEGATIVE:

“We will not publish anything in major newspapers or with international reach, and less in the Hartford Courant.” (newspaper in which the Legion published the false accusations and documents against Maciel’s accusers  in 1997.)

  1. That a team of six be chosen -three by the LC and three by the victims- to determine together the extent of damage the LC had caused them, and reach an agreement on just

 HOW DID THE LEGION OF CHRIST RESPOND? IN THE NEGATIVE

At  said meeting, a Legion priest representative  pulled out his pocket calculator in front of them, maid calculation re Mexican minimum wages, and offered 450,000 pesos approx. ($22,500  UScy)  to each victim to repair decades of international abuse, harm, and  defamation.  The Legion of Christ/Regnum Christi Federation demanded they sign a Confidentiality Agreement  (mug order) as a requirement to continue deliberations.

  1. José Barba, PhD, who had legal representation, requested in writing from the Director General that any communication or communication relevant to deliberations go through him, Barba, their representative.

HOW DID THE LEGION OF CHRIST RESPOND?

Saying “OF COURSE,”,  BUT PROCEDING TO DO THE OPPOSITE!

The present Director (Superior) General of the institution, Father John Connor,  personally and directly, approached several victims, going over the head of legal representative, José Barba, and secretly offering them  $5,000  UScy individually  – “not as compensation but as an Easter Egg Gift” (sic). With this treacherous strategy, Fr. Connor effectively split the group of plaintiffs and weakened their position.

Where in the Name of God is the honest good will of this apparently bone fide Catholic religious order? One cannot help wondering now:

IS THE LEGION/REGNUM WAITING FOR VICTIMS TO DIE OFF AND THE PROBLEM TO GO AWAY?

The Legion of Christ/Regnum Christi waiting game continues. The eighty-year-old victims are dying: Fernando Pérez Olvera Esq in 2020 and Father Félix Alarcón  Hoyos in 2021. To protect its public image, the institution helped to defray costs of their  terminal illness and funeral expenses. BUT IT HAS NOT COMPENSATED THEM in the proper and agreed manner. The group’s de facto consistent priority is, as in other questionable groups, recruitment of the young and vulnerable together with fund-raising to train recruits, expand its projects, and promote its image.

If things go on like this, will the LC/RC ever honor its obligations to the remaining victims and to the deceased’s dependents?

Hopefully,  they will not answer the same as always: “What can be done after such a long time. But don’t worry. We will pray for you.”

Support Network of  Victims of Sexual Abuse by Founder of the Legion of Christ/Regnum Christi Federation, Fr. Marcial Maciel, LC

February 26, 2021

 

 

[i] https://legionariosdecristo.org/

[i] https://legionariosdecristo.org/tag/conversion-y-reparacion/

Bilingue Testimony: a Legion of Christ “Throw-away”; “Usado y Tirado” por la Legión de Cristo

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Bilingüe Testimony: A Legion of Christ “Throw-Away”, “Usado y Tirado” por la Legión de Cristo

by Thácio Siqueira, xLC

ESPANYOL Spanish original:

Obispos, sacerdotes, parroquias… todos están desesperados pidiendo dinero para lograr pagar sus cuentas ahora que las iglesias están cerradas. Hay que ayudar, sin duda, en la medida de lo posible.

Sólo que, en este momento, me acuerdo de como el P. Victor de Luna, LC me dijo en 2011 (año en que salí de la LC) en Roma: !La Legión no te va a ayudar con nada!

Yo estaba desesperado, sin dinero, sin futuro, en la Legión desde los 15 a los 30 años, y volviendo a mi país en una situación de miseria humana, lleno de traumas sicológicos etc., etc. ….

Me acuerdo también de mis palabras: Bueno, padre, ok, pero acuérdense de una cosa: Dios no bendice quien no vive la caridad. Por 15 años yo he sido un hermano, un miembro de la familia. Hoy no soy nada más para ustedes y para esta congregacion. Pero seguro, un día, Dios les va a cobrar todo lo malo que hacen con estos miles de exreligiosos legionarios tirados a la calle.

Tres días después me invitaron a trabajar en ZENIT como traductor, pero sin seguridad social, sin ningún vínculo de trabajo… como un esclavo, aprovechando mi total desconocimiento del mundo de fuera y de las leyes de los hombres… Allá me quedé hasta el 2016 cuando decidí salir por mí mismo pues, antes tarde que nunca, me di cuenta de que la LC solo sabe hacer una cosa: explotar a su gente.

Debería haberlos metido en la justicia humana, pero lo único que me restó fue poner en las manos de Dios para que haga justicia. No tuve dinero para contratar un abogado. Aun estando en ZENIT nunca recibí una llamada siquiera de los LC, ninguna propuesta de que mi esclavitud en ZENIT pudiera volverse un trabajo de verdad.

Una pena. Hace unos años conocí una congregación religiosa de hermanas, en Brasil, que no abandona a sus ex hermanas… a todas les ayuda… para ellas, familia es algo que no se deja sólo por haber dejado la obra… viven la caridad verdadera. En la LC solo unos pocos exlegionarios tienen la suerte de tener algo después de la LC. Y muchos de estos pocos son obligados a vivir en silencio, sin la posibilidad de exigir sus derechos humanos, siempre con el miedo de morirse de hambre… les tratan peor que a un esclavo…

Una oración por todo esto. Sé que la culpa no es de muchos de los Legionarios, mis excompañeros… todos son víctimas de una estructura corrupta que primero abusa de ellos, y que luego escupe la mayor parte de sus exmiembros, como se fueran un cáncer. Un día me encontré con un sacerdote legionario en mi ciudad, de unos 45 años. Me dijo con todas las letras: “Yo no me salgo de la LC porque no tengo en donde caerme muerto”. Bueno, estas son las “vocaciones” de la reformada Legión de Cristo

Conozco a un exsacerdote salesiano que después de años dejó el sacerdocio. Los salesianos le pagaron 35 años de seguridad social y hoy este señor está jubilado. En la LC solo hay una salida: el hambre y la pérdida de toda dignidad humana.

ENGLISH TRANSLATION

by ReGAIN:

Bishops, priests, parishes… everyone is desperate begging for money to get their bills paid, now that the churches are closed. We must certainly help as much as possible.

Except that, right now, I remember how Fr. Victor de Luna LC told me in 2011 (a year I left the LC) in Rome: The Legion is not going to help you with anything.

I was desperate, without money, without a future. From 15 to 30 years in the LC and now returning to my country in a situation of breakdown , full of psychological traumas etc., etc. ….

I remember answering:

“Well, Father, ok, but remember one thing: God does not bless those who do not live charity. For 15 years I’ve been a brother, a family member. Today I am nothing more for you and for this congregation. But sure, one day, God is going to hold you responsibel for all the bad things you do with these thousands of former legionnaires lying in the street.”

Three days later I was invited to work at ZENIT (a Legion venture at that time), as a translator: but without social security, without any work link… as a slave, taking advantage of my total ignorance of the outside world and the laws of men. There I stayed until 2016 when I decided to go out on my own because, better late than never, I realized that the LC only knows how to do one thing: exploit its people.

I should have brought them before human justice, but all I had left was to put them in God’s hands to do justice. I didn’t have the money to hire a lawyer. When I was at ZENIT I never even received a call from the LCs, no proposal that my slavery at ZENIT would become a real job.

It’s a shame. A few years ago I met a religious congregation of sisters in Brazil, which does not abandon its former members… it helps them all… For them, family is something that does not die because they have left the group. They live true charity. In the LC only a few ex-legionaries are lucky enough to have something after the LC. And many of these few are forced to live in silence, without the possibility of demanding their human rights, ans always in fear of starving to death. They are treated worse than slaves…

A prayer for all this. I know that the fault is not of many of the Legionnaires, my ex-partners… they are all victims of a corrupt structure that abuses them in the first place and that sculpts most of their former members, however they were cancer. One day I met a legionnaire priest in my city,  about 45 years old. He said very plainly: I don’t leave the LC because I have nowhere to go; I wouldn’t have a roof over my head.

Well, such are the vocations of the reformed Legion of Christ!

I know an ex-Salesian who left the priesthood after years. The Salesians paid him 35 years of social security, and today this gentleman is retired. In the LC there is only one way out: hunger and the loss of all human dignity.