Generations of Virtue GOV, Visions for the Nations Fellowship,VFN, Kay Hiramine, Julie Hiramine Underage girl Monument Colorado

I lived at the "Mission" in Conesus, NY for eight years, from 01/2000-04/2008. I was 8 when my family moved to the mission and a week from turning 17 when we moved away. In that time period I whitnessed and was apart of many "prayer" meetings, living conditions for the children and youth, and working for the Hiramines and Generations of Virtue.

In 2001, my oldest sister moved to CO to help take care of Kay and Julie Hiramine's kids. About two years later, my next oldest sister moved out to CO to also help. In Jan 2005, I flew out to CO with my next older sister to stay with the Hiramines for 2-3 months and help them pack up their house to move. I was considered "on duty" for most of the day, of the five girls living in the Hiramine house (myself and 3 older sisters included), we had the day split up and only had a couple hours "free" and then one day off a week. Generations of Virtue was just beginning at this time. We were all unpaid by Kay and Julie but had a little allowance paid by the "Church" VFN every month.

The summer of 2005 and 06 I was back home in NY, but as the Hiramines spent the summers in NY at the Mission, I still helped and babysat a lot. I was always nervous babysitting, I never knew when something would be blamed on me if one of the little girls threw a fit or Julie got a stain on her shirt. One time in particular I was watching the Hiramine's second oldest girl and my little sister in the Hiramine girls room, as it was a little girls room with toys and no chairs, I leaned on her bed and read a book. I was seen "laying" on her bed and reported without my knowledge. The next evening during the adult prayer meeting I was summoned to the prayer chair, though I had no idea what I had done. Mary informed me that I had contaminated the girl's bed by "putting my tail power" into, and therefore ruining the little girl's precious sleeping place. The sheets could be washed but the bed could not. After that I left completely humiliated and horrified, I was afraid to sit on anything, worried that I might somehow "ruin" something. The mattresses stayed outside Mary's door for a few days, a horrible reminder when I had to walk down that hallway, then Mary decided the mattresses couldn't be redeemed and my dad and I had to take them out to the burn pile and burn them.

In 2007 GOV had started to get become more successful and the online website as well. The girl running the warehouse had to move suddenly and I was asked to take over. I was just 16. I shipped out all the online orders and kept up with the warehouse and was even given a GOV credit card. There was a minor shipping discrepency that I was taught, but as I didn't know any better and I was just doing what the online order said, it continued for quite a few months. I finally realized the err when reading a definition on the post office website and then asking a local post office rep. I immediatly told my "superviser" and she seemed aware of the situation and thought I knew, I said I didn't and why did it say that on the website and that the website needed to be changed. She said the website couldn't be changed and I just needed to correct the err, even though it would cost us more in shipping. Later when my family and I were about to move, I was accused by Mary and Julie of letting the err go on and trying to bring down the ministry. I left in utter shame.

There are many, many other stories, but this is all for now.