Hello everyone. I was thinking very long time to finally be courageous and make a decision to register here. If it's improper place, I kindly ask Admin to move it where it should fit.
I joined BK in 1994 when I was 19 - it was a very hard time to me as my parents were separating (my mother completely surrendered to BK in 1993) even though they were marriage until my Father's death. As I mentioned it was very difficult to me to deal with all the problems I had (I had no idea about it what they are about to) - last class of high school - final exams, many sleepless nights ... I just was NOT able to study, to learn, to think and what is worse I blamed myself for it, I disappointed everybody. Finally I was even NOT able to think about the exams I got into deep depression (first severe episode of what I had no idea though). On the day of my exams I went to school but as I approach the front door I turned away and very slowly went back home.
On that day I felt that everything is completely useless and senseless to me. When I got home I said to my parents that I will never go to school. And closed myself in my room staring senselessly in the ceiling everyday. I stopped to eat, to sleep, to wash myself ... I even stopped to talk to anyone. It did not impressed to my parents - Father preferred rather his colleagues and having a good fun with alcohol, and my mother as I mentioned before has had in that time already surrendered to the BK. So, I was completely alone and in the deep desperation. Sometimes my colleagues have visited me trying to convince me to return to school but I was saying NO. The only help I needed was a psychological help but I did not realize that and besides no one was caring of it. Nevermind. This is the past.
Some day my mother finally noticed that I am constantly in bad mood and invited me to some meeting in a local community centre - it was in the time when BK students returned from Madhuban and were sharing with their experiences. Nothing suspicious - just a typical meeting with some interesting people telling about their interests ... an exotic atmosphere, incense sticks, vegetarian food, short meditation. I went there because I had nothing to lose - even in my dreams I did not suppose that this meeting will completely change my life.
I stayed with them helping to clean the room and removing decorations and, on that same day, I went to the centre-in-charge for a tea. I was completely astonished, shocked and bewitched with that place. White walls with big strange colourful pictures hanging on. Strange red lamp and a portrait of some Hindu old man in white clothes who was smiling in a very hypnotic way. And his eyes - he was looking in a such way that I had goosebumps.
So I was talking a little with the BKs among them was my mother - we had tea, toli, etc. I was feeling there very comfortable and I asked a sister-in-charge whether I could come here anytime to help or just to spend some time. She agreed and since then I started to spend whole days in center-in-charge, and after a week or two I decided to take a 7 day course. I had no questions. Even the celibacy and odd vegetarian diet were no problems for me. More over, when I heard to die in my life - it took me one day to completely change myself (I destroyed/sold or just gave to others many MCs with "kaliyuga" music, computer games, sold my books, changed my dress code and started breaking contacts with my friends, colleagues, family). I surrendered in 100%. My mother was completely astonished with my rapid transformation. Sorry - my Sister, a soul who was playing a role of being my mother.
Eh, that period of sweet intoxication ... I felt like I am on high - it lasted few months and after that - completely cut off and hard painful landing. Time to make more efforts. Finally, I became a student. A Godly one. I got my own shawl, a badge, my notebook and my new, the one and only Brahmin family, welcomed me with a loud applause. I started to live a real BK life-meditating, serving, participating in every Murli class. Finally I got a very important function - became a "multimedia man" and soon after a computerized multimedia man and part time translator.
I returned to school but it wasn't me anymore as my the one and only thing in my mind was "to serve". I was so cheeky that even gave a class on math on the subject of Raja Yoga meditation (my wonderful teacher was so tolerant that she not only threw me out of the class but peacefully listened to all that bullsh** of mine). This is one and only one example of what BK has done good to me - thankfully I was able to finished my high school even though I did not passed the high school exams.
I made quite a big impression on a Regional Coordinator and I gave a permission to go to Madhuban - been there in the spring of 1995. I was very exciting of Shiv Jayanti, meeting God in personal! But when it started and I saw thousands of Brahmins from all over the world sitting there in almost religious ecstasy , with tears in their eyes and I, among them feeling completely nothing, I started to feel sadness, anger, disappointment - who may be so cruel to have pleasure cheating me in a such way?! Who deceived me?! This evening I found myself in Global Hospital because of sickness and exhaustion.
I got out next day on Holi celebration and since then I started to think by myself. I tried to ask anyone why I was felt nothing supernatural besides terrible pain in my back, headache and seeing an obvious woman in a white sari who was sitting on stage and speaking Hindi in a very frightening whisper-like manner.
And everyone smiled to me and responded to me just as "You have to had deeper Yoga/be in deeper rememberance of Baba/give it to Baba" Just as they were programmed to speak this one sentence on and on. And with that I felt even more disappointment and feeling of being cheated. More over I felt that by asking such impertinent questions I am breaking the God's law - no asking "Why?", "What?" and "How?"
After returning from Madhuban I stopped to investigate why I was feeling nothing, and took several tries to finished with BKism. Heh, I did not suppose how difficult it would be. As I was stopping to go to the class then my Brahmin family started to phone me home, giving some presents, showing how much they are worrying because of my absence, and because I was controlled very strictly by my own mother, I was returning with ever more rising the feeling of guilt and stings of remorse. Besides, there were the Meditation of Peace programmes where I was just irreplaceable and necessary Godly multimedia man.
In 1999 I had an accident - I was beaten by some hools on drugs equipped with bats. That night I finished in the hospital on the dental surgery ward having broken jawbone. But this also gave me strength to try the last one time to finish with BK. It was so special time because there were nobody in the city who might stop me or control me - everybody went to Madhuban - it happed in the middle of February 1999. I did not informed my Father before I went to the hospital because he was drunk and was sleeping. They phoned him from the ward next day while I was already hospitalized. This was a deep trauma for me and it released hidden mental issues collected through all my life.
When I returned home from the hospital having railed jaws but in one piece I started to realize my strategy of getting divorce with that so called Ocean of Love who with great love scared me in almost every Murli about the inevitable destruction of humanity and recommended just not to think about it, have a constant and deep Yoga with him and remain in a soul stage. Thank to my friends who even thought I broke contacts with them they did not forget about me (we started to visit each other) and to my Father who just was letting me to eat his food I slowly started to get rid of BK diet habits. I was starting also to change my dress code and ordered my life that was head over heels until now. I started to read books, newspapers, buy some music - do what I really like for my own egoistic pleasures.
And I was so naive thinking that THEY just will leave me alone and let me live. When my mother returned from Madhuban and saw me with a plaster cast on my face, and dressing BLACK not white she told me nothing but since then she started to organize for herself "sessions of silence" - she was going with the big badge pinned to her breast signed "SILENCE" not telling to me and my Father ANY word. She was hoping that in this way she could force me to return to BK but I was not going to. Then she was giving me "incidentally" invitations for Meditations of Peace meetings, sending some tolis, small gifts - I was fighting with her but denied to accept. But in mind I felt very awful and felt guilt for doing harm to her. I decided to make a compromise-not to stop meditate.
One day when I was meditating being completely alone I felt something strange in my mind, terrible pain in my head, got blood running from my nose and lost consciousness. After I came to my senses (it lasted probably an hour or more when I was laying on the floor being unconscious) I realized that THIS is a kind of a WARNING to me - I MUST FINISHED WITH BK BY ANY CHANCE !!!
A year later I was diagnosed by (not a BK) specialist - I suffer from mental disorder called depression, have got a high level of fear and I am classified as a borderline person (I did an MMPI test). More over I was told that I was lucky enough to meditate having mental disorder that it hadn't finished with autohypnosis or deep trance-like stage of mind. Funny thing is that when I was trying many times to speak with anyone about my often headaches when I was meditating (even with Dadis or psychiatrist while I was in Global Hospital) - the only answer they had to me was have a deep Yoga.
So, I physically finished with BK in 2000, after being 6 years in Gyan but mentally the whole brahmakumarismic poison is still in me.
My family situation which is very bad force me to live with my mother who has been being a BK for 16 years and she still is trying to force me to go back to BK as she is not and never won't reconcile herself with the fact I am not and never will be a BK again - in 2006 she tried to hypnotize me and bring more Brahmins home because she was thinking that evil spirits possessed me (I escaped then and go straight to the police department making an accusation of being emotionally terrorized by my mother who is in a cult group-I was scared that she and my so-called Brahmin family would be able to do me REAL brainwashing I couldn't even imagine when she will bring them home).
Sometimes it's so hard that the thoughts about committing a suicide are coming. No more Dharamraj thinking, no more panicked mood of Final Doom, no more thinking of being a pariah/Shudra or something worse, a traitor of family of future deities and of the "God" himself. Banished and cursed forever.
But finding such place as this forum make me feel that I am not the only one in the world, that there is nothing to be ashamed of sharing such stories.
I cannot count on my own family - I must be on my own. Hope that finally I will solve my problem - a month ago I started to go to the foundation run by the Dominicans - they help people after cult groups. This is the only professional kind of help in my city - there are very few psychologists trained in helping post-sect victims (in my country unfortunately the problem of sects is marginalized), groups of support don't even exist and psychiatrists have no ideas of the so-called post-sect syndrome - they only recommend hospitalizing or/and pharmacological therapy.
So, this is my story. It was very hard to me to me to throw it all out. Thank you all for the reading. Sorry for my poor English.
Warm regards,
Raistlin
I joined BK in 1994 when I was 19 - it was a very hard time to me as my parents were separating (my mother completely surrendered to BK in 1993) even though they were marriage until my Father's death. As I mentioned it was very difficult to me to deal with all the problems I had (I had no idea about it what they are about to) - last class of high school - final exams, many sleepless nights ... I just was NOT able to study, to learn, to think and what is worse I blamed myself for it, I disappointed everybody. Finally I was even NOT able to think about the exams I got into deep depression (first severe episode of what I had no idea though). On the day of my exams I went to school but as I approach the front door I turned away and very slowly went back home.
On that day I felt that everything is completely useless and senseless to me. When I got home I said to my parents that I will never go to school. And closed myself in my room staring senselessly in the ceiling everyday. I stopped to eat, to sleep, to wash myself ... I even stopped to talk to anyone. It did not impressed to my parents - Father preferred rather his colleagues and having a good fun with alcohol, and my mother as I mentioned before has had in that time already surrendered to the BK. So, I was completely alone and in the deep desperation. Sometimes my colleagues have visited me trying to convince me to return to school but I was saying NO. The only help I needed was a psychological help but I did not realize that and besides no one was caring of it. Nevermind. This is the past.
Some day my mother finally noticed that I am constantly in bad mood and invited me to some meeting in a local community centre - it was in the time when BK students returned from Madhuban and were sharing with their experiences. Nothing suspicious - just a typical meeting with some interesting people telling about their interests ... an exotic atmosphere, incense sticks, vegetarian food, short meditation. I went there because I had nothing to lose - even in my dreams I did not suppose that this meeting will completely change my life.
I stayed with them helping to clean the room and removing decorations and, on that same day, I went to the centre-in-charge for a tea. I was completely astonished, shocked and bewitched with that place. White walls with big strange colourful pictures hanging on. Strange red lamp and a portrait of some Hindu old man in white clothes who was smiling in a very hypnotic way. And his eyes - he was looking in a such way that I had goosebumps.
So I was talking a little with the BKs among them was my mother - we had tea, toli, etc. I was feeling there very comfortable and I asked a sister-in-charge whether I could come here anytime to help or just to spend some time. She agreed and since then I started to spend whole days in center-in-charge, and after a week or two I decided to take a 7 day course. I had no questions. Even the celibacy and odd vegetarian diet were no problems for me. More over, when I heard to die in my life - it took me one day to completely change myself (I destroyed/sold or just gave to others many MCs with "kaliyuga" music, computer games, sold my books, changed my dress code and started breaking contacts with my friends, colleagues, family). I surrendered in 100%. My mother was completely astonished with my rapid transformation. Sorry - my Sister, a soul who was playing a role of being my mother.
Eh, that period of sweet intoxication ... I felt like I am on high - it lasted few months and after that - completely cut off and hard painful landing. Time to make more efforts. Finally, I became a student. A Godly one. I got my own shawl, a badge, my notebook and my new, the one and only Brahmin family, welcomed me with a loud applause. I started to live a real BK life-meditating, serving, participating in every Murli class. Finally I got a very important function - became a "multimedia man" and soon after a computerized multimedia man and part time translator.
I returned to school but it wasn't me anymore as my the one and only thing in my mind was "to serve". I was so cheeky that even gave a class on math on the subject of Raja Yoga meditation (my wonderful teacher was so tolerant that she not only threw me out of the class but peacefully listened to all that bullsh** of mine). This is one and only one example of what BK has done good to me - thankfully I was able to finished my high school even though I did not passed the high school exams.
I made quite a big impression on a Regional Coordinator and I gave a permission to go to Madhuban - been there in the spring of 1995. I was very exciting of Shiv Jayanti, meeting God in personal! But when it started and I saw thousands of Brahmins from all over the world sitting there in almost religious ecstasy , with tears in their eyes and I, among them feeling completely nothing, I started to feel sadness, anger, disappointment - who may be so cruel to have pleasure cheating me in a such way?! Who deceived me?! This evening I found myself in Global Hospital because of sickness and exhaustion.
I got out next day on Holi celebration and since then I started to think by myself. I tried to ask anyone why I was felt nothing supernatural besides terrible pain in my back, headache and seeing an obvious woman in a white sari who was sitting on stage and speaking Hindi in a very frightening whisper-like manner.
And everyone smiled to me and responded to me just as "You have to had deeper Yoga/be in deeper rememberance of Baba/give it to Baba" Just as they were programmed to speak this one sentence on and on. And with that I felt even more disappointment and feeling of being cheated. More over I felt that by asking such impertinent questions I am breaking the God's law - no asking "Why?", "What?" and "How?"
After returning from Madhuban I stopped to investigate why I was feeling nothing, and took several tries to finished with BKism. Heh, I did not suppose how difficult it would be. As I was stopping to go to the class then my Brahmin family started to phone me home, giving some presents, showing how much they are worrying because of my absence, and because I was controlled very strictly by my own mother, I was returning with ever more rising the feeling of guilt and stings of remorse. Besides, there were the Meditation of Peace programmes where I was just irreplaceable and necessary Godly multimedia man.
In 1999 I had an accident - I was beaten by some hools on drugs equipped with bats. That night I finished in the hospital on the dental surgery ward having broken jawbone. But this also gave me strength to try the last one time to finish with BK. It was so special time because there were nobody in the city who might stop me or control me - everybody went to Madhuban - it happed in the middle of February 1999. I did not informed my Father before I went to the hospital because he was drunk and was sleeping. They phoned him from the ward next day while I was already hospitalized. This was a deep trauma for me and it released hidden mental issues collected through all my life.
When I returned home from the hospital having railed jaws but in one piece I started to realize my strategy of getting divorce with that so called Ocean of Love who with great love scared me in almost every Murli about the inevitable destruction of humanity and recommended just not to think about it, have a constant and deep Yoga with him and remain in a soul stage. Thank to my friends who even thought I broke contacts with them they did not forget about me (we started to visit each other) and to my Father who just was letting me to eat his food I slowly started to get rid of BK diet habits. I was starting also to change my dress code and ordered my life that was head over heels until now. I started to read books, newspapers, buy some music - do what I really like for my own egoistic pleasures.
And I was so naive thinking that THEY just will leave me alone and let me live. When my mother returned from Madhuban and saw me with a plaster cast on my face, and dressing BLACK not white she told me nothing but since then she started to organize for herself "sessions of silence" - she was going with the big badge pinned to her breast signed "SILENCE" not telling to me and my Father ANY word. She was hoping that in this way she could force me to return to BK but I was not going to. Then she was giving me "incidentally" invitations for Meditations of Peace meetings, sending some tolis, small gifts - I was fighting with her but denied to accept. But in mind I felt very awful and felt guilt for doing harm to her. I decided to make a compromise-not to stop meditate.
One day when I was meditating being completely alone I felt something strange in my mind, terrible pain in my head, got blood running from my nose and lost consciousness. After I came to my senses (it lasted probably an hour or more when I was laying on the floor being unconscious) I realized that THIS is a kind of a WARNING to me - I MUST FINISHED WITH BK BY ANY CHANCE !!!
A year later I was diagnosed by (not a BK) specialist - I suffer from mental disorder called depression, have got a high level of fear and I am classified as a borderline person (I did an MMPI test). More over I was told that I was lucky enough to meditate having mental disorder that it hadn't finished with autohypnosis or deep trance-like stage of mind. Funny thing is that when I was trying many times to speak with anyone about my often headaches when I was meditating (even with Dadis or psychiatrist while I was in Global Hospital) - the only answer they had to me was have a deep Yoga.
So, I physically finished with BK in 2000, after being 6 years in Gyan but mentally the whole brahmakumarismic poison is still in me.
My family situation which is very bad force me to live with my mother who has been being a BK for 16 years and she still is trying to force me to go back to BK as she is not and never won't reconcile herself with the fact I am not and never will be a BK again - in 2006 she tried to hypnotize me and bring more Brahmins home because she was thinking that evil spirits possessed me (I escaped then and go straight to the police department making an accusation of being emotionally terrorized by my mother who is in a cult group-I was scared that she and my so-called Brahmin family would be able to do me REAL brainwashing I couldn't even imagine when she will bring them home).
Sometimes it's so hard that the thoughts about committing a suicide are coming. No more Dharamraj thinking, no more panicked mood of Final Doom, no more thinking of being a pariah/Shudra or something worse, a traitor of family of future deities and of the "God" himself. Banished and cursed forever.
But finding such place as this forum make me feel that I am not the only one in the world, that there is nothing to be ashamed of sharing such stories.
I cannot count on my own family - I must be on my own. Hope that finally I will solve my problem - a month ago I started to go to the foundation run by the Dominicans - they help people after cult groups. This is the only professional kind of help in my city - there are very few psychologists trained in helping post-sect victims (in my country unfortunately the problem of sects is marginalized), groups of support don't even exist and psychiatrists have no ideas of the so-called post-sect syndrome - they only recommend hospitalizing or/and pharmacological therapy.
So, this is my story. It was very hard to me to me to throw it all out. Thank you all for the reading. Sorry for my poor English.
Warm regards,
Raistlin