I am starting a new thread based on comments made on a thread I started some time ago regarding repressed memories. You can find it here:
http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/8/53848/4.ashx
WARNING: THIS POST DISCUSSES POTENTIALLY GRAPHIC EVENTS. THERE ARE TRIGGERS FOR VICTIMS OR SURVIVORS. DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER UNLESS YOU ARE IN A SAFE PLACE.
I'm not a smart man and I don't know much about politics, computers, the Internet or much in general. But this is one subject I'll take on anyone, anywhere, anytime. I lived it. I went to hell and back for what I know. I have been reluctant to discuss this, but now I'm swallowing hard. So here goes:
I just wanted to point out that there is danger in accepting all accounts of repressed memories.
That is self-evident. There is danger is accepting all accounts of anything, be it repressed memories, evolution, or Jack the Ripper. What are the specific examples you are referring to? What danger are you talking about?
There are many cases of injustice against innocent people who were falsely accused of abusing their children and others because of over-confidence in repressed memories.
There are many cases of innocent people wrongly convicted and sent to prison. Does that voide the American justice system? Don't throw the baby out with the bath water. I know of the one case in California, but does that mean the one mistake invalidates the entire theory? If so, you have a very stringent set of standards and one, that if applied equally to all phases of this life, would invalidate all that we accept as reality.
There were several Satanic Ritual Abuses reported in the 80's, yet no evidence of such activity was ever found.
Define. I myself have memories of very bizarre behaviors. I have never posted about them. In all candor I am a skeptic (I was born in Missour, so "show me") and I am very, very leery of fantastic stories. SRA is one of them. And yet, how do I explain the memories I have? I was there. No one implanted anything in my mind. What I "see" in my head comes from me and no one else. I'm curious. How do you explain it? Let's get down to brass tacks here.
All my life I have had screaming night terrors, 2 or 3 times a week. When I was in therapy and seeing, (or remembering depending on your viewpoint) some horrors that I am loathe to talk about, those night terrors were every night. Somtimes 2 or 3 times every night. You want to know what I saw? I saw blood. I saw rituals. I saw inexplicable, extraordinary events that I have no explanation for even today. Now here's the rub. Was that real? Did it actually happen?
I'll be honest: I don't know. For several years I did my imitation of Woodward and Bernstein and I turned up a helluva lot of information. But no one would confirm or deny any ritualistic memory. Except for my grandmother. During one interview she made a very cryptic and mysterious comment. What did she say?
"They ran your father out of town."
In 1966, my father owned the only grocery store in a small Missouri town. He also owned a meat locker. He grossed $50,000 a quarter. This town was literally owned by his father. There is, to this day, a street named in honor of my grandfather. My father grew up in the 1940's and 1950's in this town. He was popular, and had money. And yet he quite literally put the store and the meat locker up for sale. He lived in a $26,000 home and let the bank foreclose on it. He had another house by the lake, which was "assumed" by his wife's twin sister. He had a boat that I don't know what happened to. He put took what possessions he could fit into a U-Haul trailer and what he couldn't he left behind and moved to Texas to live in government subsidized apartments. Why?
In 1989, Nina and I visted Cassville, the little town I was born in. We were followed. I'm not kidding. We were chased by a car following us throughout this town, until (like some bad episode of Starsky and Hutch) I lost him. Why were we followed? Who followed us?
I visited the town's newspaper. The editor, not only remembered my father he remembered me. I was 4 years old when we moved. But when I talked to him, he was angry and refused to have anything to say.
Fact: in 1961 my grandfather's store was burgularized. Two weeks later that store was gutted by fire. Two weeks after that, my grandfather was dead from a cerebral hemorraghe (sp).
In 1966 my grandmother was worth over $300,000. My father committed her to a psychiatric hospital in a blundered attempt to gain control of her estate. He failed when the hospital took pity on her and let her call her attorney.
"They ran your father out of town."
Want to hear something creepy? All my life, when I doodled absent mindedly, I would always doodle the same things:
the letter G http://www.phoenixmasonry.org/masonicmuseum/glossary/images/letter_g.jpg
http://www.geocities.com/binarygraffiti/masonic/images/scgcolor.jpg
5 Pointed Star, also known as the Circled Pentagram or Solomon's Seal http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Parthenon/4780/sa1999_1.gif
I did not know what these things were until I began my research. I was stunned to find they were Masonic symbols. I had been doodling them all my life. My father is a ministerial servant in good standing today. He never resigned from Freemasonry.
What does all this mean? In all honesty, I don't know. I have no proof for what I remember, and it is too horrific to say here. If it didn't happen, where did the images come from? What did my grandmother mean? Who ran my father out of town? Why was the editor of the newspaper still angry after 23 years?
Does this mean that there are satantic rituals? No. I only know what I saw and went through. What it is exactly I am not sure. Are repressed memories possible? Yes.
I think it is a tremendous mistake to dismiss something just because we have no personal knowledge. It is criminal to dismiss a psychological behavior with one wide brush stroke just because some over zealous and/or incompentent psychologists screwed with someone's mind.
I've said too much, and I'll probably regret this whole thing in about 5 minutes. I'm going back to my little corner now.