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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.
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.
Stronger: Recovery from Spiritual Abuse and High-Control Groups
A one-day conference sponsored by the International Cultic Studies Association (ICSA). Workshop facilitators are educators and counselors who are knowledgeable and experienced with the unique trauma inflicted by spiritual abuse and the challenge of recovery from it. Workshops will provide an opportunity for dialogue regarding spiritual abuse with a view towards understanding, recovery, and support. There will also be a workshop for survivors who were born and raised in abusive groups. Please join us for a relaxed, informative day, and meet other survivors. You’re not the only one, and you’re not alone! All are welcome.
Saturday, September 21st, 2019, 9am-4pm
McMenamins Kennedy School, Portland, Oregon
Fee: $25 (includes lunch) – Register Online
Santa Fe (NM)
ICSA will conduct a conference in Santa Fe, New Mexico November 1-2, 2019. This biennial conference focuses on the needs of former members of cultic groups, movements, or relationships and the families of former or current members. It also includes continuing education training for mental health professionals. Conference sessions emphasize discussion so that participants can address issues pertinent to their individual concerns.
The agenda will address the needs of those seeking help and those who want to help others. A series of talks will address the conference theme of sexual abuse. Other sessions deal with practical issues pertinent to families, former members, helping professionals, and others.
The conference will take place at La Fonda on the Plaza, one of Santa Fe’s finest hotels, located in the heart of the old city. Images of Santa Fe.
More Info (hotel, directions, speakers, abstracts, etc.)
Workshop for Those Born/Raised in Cults
April 24-26, 2020
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NY Monthly Meeting
The next ICSA NY meeting will be:
Friday, August 30, 2019 7:00 – 9:00 PM
Where: Church of St. Paul and St. Andrew (United Methodist), 263 W. 86th St., New York City (Subway stop: #1 train at 86th St. and Broadway) (map) – Social Hall (downstairs; handicap access via elevator).
Details on future ICSA Conversations that will occur during NY meetings: https://sites.google.com/icsahome.com/icsa/events/icsa-conversations
Betrayal of the Spirit (Nori Muster)
Born or Raised in a Sect (Lois Kendall)
Cult Recovery: A Clinician’s Guide to Working With Former Members and Families (Lorna Goldberg, William Goldberg, Rosanne Henry, Michael Langone, Eds.)
Coping with Cult Involvement: A Handbook for Families and Friends (Livia Bardin)
Recovery From Cults: Help for Victims of Psychological and Spiritual Abuse (Michael Langone, Ed.)
Transcendental Deception (Aryeh Siegel)
Whispering in the Daylight: The Children of Tony Alamo’s Christian Ministry and Their Journey to Freedom (Debbie Schriver)
Women Under the Influence (Janja Lalich, Ed.)
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(image above from funeral mass for Fr. Raymond Comiskey, LC, who had been abandoned by his superiors for years prior to his death in a private house in Merida, Yucatan: note coat of arms of Regnum Christi which had done nothing for him during his long illnesses. We are not implying Fr. Raymond was a whistle-blower. He was, however, a man of firm principles who believed he could get better care for himself outside the institution than inside. He died a priest and a Legionary, albeit outside a community.)
Just came across an article from International Cultic Studies Association which illustrates how cults and cult-like, high-pressure, high-demand, coercive-persuasion…groups legally muzzle those who dare question or criticize. Continue reading
Crisis is my Life
Autobiography of David L. Sadler
To my loving family, my parent’s, Steve & Caty & my brother Marc & my best friend Joey who never gave up on me no matter what. When your love was the hardest to give—is when I needed it the most. And I don’t know what I would have done without it!
I got the title “Crisis is my Life” from “Christ is my Life,” title of the autobiography of the founder of the Legion of Christ, Father Marcial Maciel Degollado, LC. I thought my title would be more appropriate for his story since he was a psychopath, drug addict, pedophile, rapist and was completely corrupt in countless other ways. However, as you read my story—you will see that the title is equally valid to describe my tale. I hope this story touches you and hopefully helps you see God’s kindness and mercy in a new light; that helps you find your inner strength through an honest and courageous journey of self-discovery. Enjoy the read!
CRISIS IS MY LIFE
In the beginning was the Wound….
In Crisis I began through an Emergency C-section. “I want that baby out in 60 seconds or less!”, my grandfather ordered the nurses—as he was Chief of Staff of the hospital, they worked for fear of their jobs if they lost Dr. Sadler’s baby. After a great deal of pain to my mother, I was born David Lloyd Sadler on October 18th, 1983 at Saint Anthony Hospital in Denver, Colorado. Three months later I was baptized into the Roman Catholic Church at Saint Jude’s Parish— which holds significance due to the fact that he is the Patron of Lost & Hopeless Causes. After reading this story you will understand more clearly why that holds such significance in my heart and soul. I actually claim to remember this occasion—with both of my parents, Steve & Caty, and my Godfather and my Uncle Mike, standing over me with smiles of joy as the deacon poured the Holy Water over my forehead. I cried, but wasn’t afraid. I felt a sense of peace that is unparalleled to this day.
From what I can remember, I enjoyed my infancy. I would throw my finger paints on the flow and catch gold-fish out of our small pond in the back yard and even terrorize my mother by throwing eggs at the walls. When I was about two years old, I was bitten by our beast of a dog, our big black Newfoundland rightly named Tank. Luckily our next door neighbor was a fire fighter and temporarily bandaged the wound on my head as my Dad rushed home to take me to the Emergency Room to get eighteen stitches. This was my second of many near death experiences.
When I was four, right after my little brother Marc was born, my father was transferred to his Corporate Office in Kansas City Missouri. I really enjoyed the good old K.C. We went to baseball games at Royals Stadium and Chiefs games alike. I really got into sports and my father coached my T-ball and soccer teams—in which I became one of the star players after much practice with my Golden Retriever, Happy, in our back yard. Unfortunately, Happy caused another one of my childhood traumas when he had a seizure and died before my very eyes. I was ten years old. This devastated me, as I took it personally and, for some reason, thought it was my fault.
The rest of my childhood was completely joyful. I would ride bikes, go swimming and start clubs with the other neighborhood kids. My family and I would go camping and on nature walks often at Lake of the Ozarks as well as many other joyous vacations and trips back to Denver. The hardest part was being away from my maternal grandfather—whom I practically worshiped as a kid and considered as the ultimate role model and living saint for the rest of my life.
Also when I was ten I made my first communion. This was another paramount event in my life since up until then I was always fascinated with God and religion. I would often drive the nuns crazy in Catechism classes by asking off the wall questions in an attempt to satisfy and unquenchable thirst of spiritual knowledge. Both sets of grandparents came out for this glorious occasion and our Parish priest even inspired me to want to become a priest that day as I wanted his job and wanted to be exactly like him when I grew up. This was a vocation that was fostered for the rest of my youth.
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Also when I was ten my paternal grandmother with whom I was very close, and who also held many saintly qualities. died. This caused us to move back to the Mile-High City—which was bitter-sweet because I got to be with my external family again, but had to say good-bye to all of my close friends. I also had a very hard time adapting to the school system. The rest of the adolescence was fairly normal. You know: acne, puberty, driver’s license, first job; normal, except for the case of my first girlfriend—who was actually in Columbine High School during the time of the shootings; the shooters even shot into her class room.
I got really involved with religion and Christianity as a whole at this point in my life. I went to a lot of Church events and retreats—Catholic, Protestant and Evangelical. When I was sixteen I even met the Archbishop who became my person spiritual director—which was a great honor, even though I found him to be quite over bearing at times. I visited many seminaries and different religious communities—Franciscans, mostly, until I met a Legionary of Christ at a youth retreat and was instantly impressed with his demeanor and how clean-cut he was and the way he presented himself. So I went over to talk with him and my infatuation with the Legion of Christ began at that very moment.
I became a leader in my church youth group and started a bible study; I even was supposed to become an officer in my public High School’s chapter of the Fellowship of Christian Athletes; but was turned down since I wasn’t considered to be a “real Christian” because I was Catholic. So I ended up going to Catholic School the next year and had to leave my positions on the drum line and the tennis team. At Holy Family High School, I went from being persecuted for being Catholic to being persecuted for being too Catholic—GO FIGURE! I was made fun of and bullied for wanting to be a priest. As the great Archbishop Fulton Sheen once said, if you want your kids to stand up for the faith and defend it – put them in public school, but if you want them to lose it – put them in Catholic School.
Having had enough persecution for my faith, I finally decided to join a community that was just as radically for Jesus Christ as I was. So hi, hi, ho—off to the Legion I go! I started off in Rome which was one of the best experiences of my life. I got to go into the Vatican Gardens and was even incorporated into the lay movement of the Legion called Regnum Christi (Kingdom of Christ) by the founder himself, Fr. Maciel in St. Peter’s Square. I then decided to attend the boy’s high school seminary, Immaculate Conception Apostolic School, in New Hampshire, following a visit to their primary seminary in Cheshire Connecticut. It was there that the scandal occurred. I noticed how the other boys were being treated by the superiors and the general method of operation within the Legion in general. There was a lot of mind-control and forms of brainwashing that took place after taking us away from all of our family and friends and basically turning us into robots.
Saying good-bye to my family was the hardest part since even though it turned out to be a false diagnosis; the doctors at the time thought that my father had cancer and the Legion’s response seemed to be “Let the dead bury the dead—come and follow me” and “He who does not hate his mother and father and comes and follows me is not worthy of my kingdom,” etc.
I remember telling a superior in one of my “Spirit of the Legion”, AKA brain washing sessions, that me becoming a Legionary at the time felt like putting a square peg into a round hole. His response scared me as he said: “Wait around a couple of weeks, David, and see how you feel.” Needless to say, my natural instinct was to get the heck out of there as quick as possible.
Since the superiors are completely controlling, as most cult leaders are, by reading your mail, listening to and deciding if and when you can make a phone call and even watching you while you sleep, I had to manipulate them to use the phone to call my Mom and told her to get me on the next flight to Denver and if she called back and they didn’t let her talk to me—call the police! She panicked and did just that.
My Mom told me that when I got off the plane in Denver she could barely recognize me: I was literally shaking, and she saw a look of horror on my face that she had never seen before. I tried to cover everything up at first, but I couldn’t and – for the first time ever – I considered ending my life: I could find any reason to live since the phrase in the Legion to keep you in the cult is “lost vocation is sure damnation.” In other words, they make you feel like you traded Jesus for thirty pieces of silver. From then on until this day I have never been the same. I had lost the happy-go-lucky Dave that I had been before and became someone foreign to me that I detested and desperately didn’t want to be anymore. Therefore, I spent the next sixteen years self-medicating with drugs, alcohol, sex and other self-destructive behavior such as cutting and burning myself, getting three DUIs and going to jail for battery. I even tried to kill myself in 2011. I was also diagnosed with Severe Mental Illness such a Bipolar Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder and Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from the Legion, sexual abuse by a member of the clergy, and many other traumatic events such as an airplane crashing right behind my house; all of the above leading me to the conclusion that it was just time to end it. My suicide attempt was a blessing in disguise. I had slit my throat and took a combination of fatal pills. Luckily my parents walked in on me in time to call 911 and save my life, even though I was technically dead for over a minute. During that time my grandfather who had passed away in 2007 appeared to me, grabbed my hand and said, “It’s going to be ok, Dave—just take me hand…It’s going to be ok!” I then woke up in the hospital with both of my hands in restraints, and the doctor asking me “Do you know where you are?” and my traumatized family looking over me in tears.
To this day my grandfather’s promise has held true and I desperately want to live. I write this very story as an assignment from my therapist at the Passages Ventura Treatment Center in California where I feel my new life has just started.
A new Creation…
I want to close with a story I heard that I don’t know if it is true or not but has deeply impacted my life. It is about how Da Vinci painted his Last Supper. It is told that he used live models and that he spent a year painting each one. He wanted to start with Jesus, since he the most important and central part of the piece. He decided to find an angelic choir boy who gratefully agreed to do so with honor. Then he proceeded accordingly so on and so forth. Finally, he arrived at Judas. He considered him to be just as equally important as Jesus since he was to offset Jesus in contrast. He searched and searched and could not find his Judas since he wanted a man who was filled with self-hatred and complete bitterness for life. He decided that the only place he could find such a man was in prison. He finally found his model who agreed to pose within his cell; but the man couldn’t hold still, kept crying, and remained restless. Da Vinci paused and asked the man if he was upsetting him; the prisoner replied: “Don’t you recognize me?” “No I don’t,” said Da Vinci. The man looked down to the ground, wept, then wiped the tears from his eyes and looked back up at Da Vinci saying: “Twelve years ago you painted me as Jesus in this very piece.”
This story has always bothered me ever since I heard it with the Legion’s mandate of “Lost vocation is sure damnation” to make those who ‘betrayed Christ” feel like Judas. Until one of my close spiritual encounters in deep prayer and reflection opened the eyes of my heart and soul to realize: “Dave, why do you have to be one or the other? Why can’t I allow myself to be loved as the sinner I’ve been and trust in God’s unconditional love?”
Maybe you can relate to this story of Da Vinci’s painting, or even to mine to a degree. I just want to share my view of it and how I am going to apply it to my personal life. I truly believe that Judas greatest sin was choosing to give up by letting his guilt get the best of him and deciding to hang himself instead of trusting in God’s mercy.
I promise you, whatever you’ve done, whatever you’re going through or however bad you think you are—God’s mercy is greater than all of our day-to-day nonsense. If we choose not to allow ourselves to be forgiven or forgiving ourselves, refuse to let ourselves off the hook, and keeping ourselves in a perpetual Lent, then what we are basically saying is that what Jesus did on the Cross was worthless and pointless. He died and resurrected for a reason. YOU are that reason. Please trust in that reason! I hope that this story has inspired you in some way, shape or form. It really has helped me find peace and closure on my past and I pray that it will do that same for you.
Please feel free to tell me your story or provide feedback or ask further questions about mine at: firstname.lastname@example.org –
Peace & Blessings my Good Friends!
In Jesus & Mary,