The Effects of Mind Control From a Child's Point of View

Dealing with overcoming mind control~Choosing Your Own Destiny Despite Your History:

At the age of eight I was moved to Maine with my mother, brother and sister as well as a group of single young women and their children by one man, the man who claimed to be touched by the hand of God. And so my journey began. I had known him all my life; from my very first memories as a child he had been there, the influencing force in my mother’s world. But what started as an apparently harmless quest for a better life was not to be. From a benevolent 'wise man' over a period of years, and with increasing fervor, he took on the mantle of a dictator. And so my experience with mind control began.

What does this do to a child, witnessing the only adults in her world accepting and imposing those values on her developing mind? I can only tell you my experience from the inside out.

EXCERPT from "Firewalker":

Mind control as seen through a child's eyes:

"The sound of the bell interrupted me, tolling another lecture. It made my heart jump. I climbed down, swinging from my special tree branch and ran to the classroom.

Things seemed different now. I always felt afraid when we had 'lectures,' afraid I would be called on. After all, didn’t he know everything? The grownups said so. How could I possibly learn it all? Every time I knew the answer, it still left me like one of my butterflies, my mind going completely blank. I’d sit there, heart banging, sputtering as nothing came to mind, ears ringing from fear and humiliation.

I settled into my chair. Everyone faced Pavel. He looked stern today. He had grown out his white beard and mustache, and wore his tall Russian cap with a visor. He had a confident, serious look on his face. His lectures were his power, and he took full advantage of the captive audience.

His wife Sandra could put fear in you with just one glance, and her loyalty to Pavel remained fierce. I didn’t know exactly why, but she sat under the table, close to him during his lectures. Every so often she tied his shoelaces if they became untied. Wasn’t it uncomfortable down there?

A small monitor attached to a slide projector sat on the kitchen table. Television had been banned. Pavel clicked a button in his hand changing the slides, depicting various historical events. He gave a passionate rendition of what they meant and how we were to think of them.

He spoke of the great saviors of the world, special men, of course, who throughout history were born to enlighten the lesser masses. He set down the book in his hand and looked over the classroom. His eyes, full of fire, commanded a hush. My heart always raced when he looked that way.

'Jesus Christ was born, as was Buddha,' he declared, brandishing his glasses in one hand. 'Throughout the ages God has touched those meant to be leaders. And now, I have been so blessed.'

He often compared himself to Christ and Buddha; no one questioned him. The thought never entered my mind that these might be opinions instead of fact. His words were, to everyone, 'fact.' 'Touched by the hand of God,' he remained blessed. We even used 'Pavel's word' as an oath of honesty, something unbreakable…"

I grew up in a world of mind control, void of personal freedom or expression, one in which women and children were valued only for as much as they provided for the 'greater good' of this man’s increasingly twisted dream. Opinions were not to be expressed, free speech was an unheard of concept, and total obedience was expected without question. The only form of expression allowed was that of writing, and the reading of carefully selected books ordained to be acceptable. Little did he know that devoid of any other contact, this opened in me an escape into a world he could not touch, a place hidden beyond his reach, and there survived my own inner voice.

I always knew that one day I would write a book, and lost myself in the dream of escape from that tiny imprisoned corner of the world. And so “Firewalker” was born. Will sharing my experiences change things? Evoke responses that beget a better world? Save even one person from suffering the same fate? That is yet to be seen. For me, such a dream was my life raft. And since isolation and silence is the founding strength of dictatorship, then outcry and communication should be its downfall.

Through this journey I have come to discover that the past does not dictate your future, and you can truly choose your own destiny.