Flames I Do not Express

It was time to pass on to CCO the few facts I know about David Koresh and that society.  It began in the Twin Cities at the St. Paul Union Gospell Mission when I was 3 (1973).  My father, Thomas George Mayer (a tunnel through for Koresh) and Harold Mort were a doctor, lawyer combination that ruled the nation and every day.  They had the keys to the military and professional sports.  Their cult was universal and even enveloped the Moonies at a certain point.  Their rituals were so satanic that my hair fell out out of pure terror.  The children were brought in from a horse ranch in Marine on St. Croix where we had aquired our pony, Thunder, through bartar on sex trade with those foster kids.  We took a very violent 15 year old boy into our home, in Shoreview.  His name was Lee.  He was the head "priest" of this cult (thus, by accident, making it like mormonism where young boys are deacons and priests) and he died in a motorcycle crash right after he came back to check on me when I was 7.  Hell's Angels had just recruited him.  That crossover could have been really bad for all nations.  The cruelty and brutality that I suffered their was mostly in a dental chair where they put a jaw spreader in my mouth and held me in chamber for two days for speaking the word GOD.  Another occasion, a street man had froze to death the night before (my father tunneled through to ensure that he died erect), and I was forced to put his penis inside of me for 3 straight minutes.  I share these things now because the unrealities of my family are very dangerous to all of YOU at this point.  I know the line of LSD and crack with mystical abilities, but you all don't.  I can say where lines were crossed, by nations of the world can no longer see a thing.  Be cruel with me verbally, and I handle it their with brilliant courage, diplomacy, and wit.  My experiences in this cult matter left me knowing to never give myself to fundamentalists of all nations.  Only cruelty would befall me.  I value military even more than the cult of academia in a way.  I don't mind being programmed to use my body and weapons to take out evil.  I can then take the crap of fundamentalism and create a military sexuality in my life that benefits my abilities and cognitive reasoning.  I will be gentle and listen, but I know the line.  I will give Mormons attention at this time, but the door is always mine because your way is not divine.  No religion is, because it speaks of God, not to GOD considering the entity that he is.  Religion is selfish and hypocritical, but I be polite to DEMONSTRATE what is right.  I survive torture, daily, but I never have to go back to the Union Gospel Mission (St. Paul) again.  The people in town that knew how this did go down will have an almighty ARCHANGEL shakedown soon enough.  Boy oh boy are THEY tough.  Stay back from me.  Look at the small apartment Mr. Mort purchased in St. Anthony Park when I was in high school.  My mom found him lurking around one day, and she told me because he was supposed to be in pennetentiary.  After all that he had done to me, she still did not even call the police.  They have all known and they enjoy, participate, and think that it is funny.  I now have me, and I am ready to move on.