THE STORY OF JRK , a.k.a JK666
I came out of the birth canal a normal kid, I guess. Unfortunately, my mother was studying to become one of Jehovah's Witnesses at the time. I didn't know it then, but I found out later in life. Life was no bowl of cherries from that point forward.
I truly love my mother. She is the epitome of what a JW should be; extremely devout, and a truly caring person to all people who experience hard times. She is the Guardian Angel of those oppressed by the tyrannical Elders and the tough world that they live in. But she still is completely bamboozled by the ORGANIZATION.
My father, on the other hand, was a very cunning and manipulating man. He never became one of Jehovah's Witnesses, but used my mother's beliefs to benefit himself as much as he could.
I basically was raised a young man among women. I had two older sisters, and my mother, against the EVIL ONE, which was my father. I had an extremely abusive upbringing with my Dad. He beat me repeatedly. As I was the only son, I received the brunt of his wrath.
To give him a little break here, he was brought up in a totally dysfunctional family. His mother was a total bitch and extremely abusive. His father beat him as a child, and it carried on in family tradition down to me. All because his mother liked him too much.
I was born in the mid 50's. Crazy shit was buried for the most part. Nobody wanted to hear that stuff; everyone was supposed to be the Cleavers. I didn't speak up.
As a kid, I felt refuge at the KH. I had friends there, and I felt like I fit in. I didn't know until later years, that there was a difference between divided families and the true royalty of the organization. I didn't know I was a "sub-class."
I was "inculcated" by my mother. She believed the teachings; hook, line, and sinker. She was a true believer. She was the most loving person in my life, so why wouldn't I believe what she told me. I bought in to the extreme!
I went to the door for the first time by myself when I was 5 years old, and place the magazines on the first time out. I gave my first talk when I was six years old. That was pretty extreme in 1962!
Things started going awry shortly after this time period. It almost sounds like I am on the fast track to become a "company man." The actions of congregation servants (before the elder arrangement) gave me a clue, and a preview of how the organization is screwed up.
So much for part one . . .
JRK a.k.a. JK666