Report: #1191069

Complaint Review: Generations of Virtue -

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  • Reported By: Christine — Dansville New York
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Generations of Virtue, Kay Hiramine Cult, Abuse, Mind Control Monument Colorado

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In 2000 my family moved from our home in Michigan to the "mission" in Conesus, NY, the homebase of Kay and Julie Hiramine's ministry, Generations of Virtue. We lived there till 2008, when I was ten. Three of my older sisters are still part of the group and have lived with the Hiramines (one is still) and taken care of their girls, the first one moving out to Colorado in 2001, at age 15. I am not going to use their names in this report for privacy's sake, so instead I will refer to them as sister one, two, and three.

During my time at the mission, I was raised under Kay and Julie's teachings as well as that of Mary Whitlock (Kay and Julie's "mentor"). All of us kids in the group grew up very isolated and sheltered, and only had a vague and twisted idea of traditional Christianity or any life outside the group. This made it very easy to believe everything Mary taught us without a second thought. I was exposed to the "prayer chair" (see first article referenced Generations of Virtue for definition) travail, and prophetic claims on a daily basis, and the thought barely crossed my mind that any of this could be wrong.

Mary always quoted the scripture "the heart is deceitful and desperately wicked, who can know it?" and interpreted this to meaning we did not know the motives and sinful thoughts inside our hearts, and it was her special gift from God to be able see for us. She also taught all the kids that although our bodies were young, our spirits were ageless and capable of having horrible motives and desires regardless of what we were conciously thinking, and therefore she would not be any softer on us than any of the adults. That meant that regular sessions on the prayer chair, restrictions, and isolation from others were normal for us, and all I had for understanding as to why was that my heart was doing something I was not aware of, and I must suffer loss because of it. What Mary told me about myself while I was on the prayer chair was always so shocking and different from what I was thinking, but I was taught to believe her and was too afraid to question it.

I started getting prayer when I was around three or four years old. I don't remember my first session, but I do remember being around that age and being told things like I wanted to be God and rule over everyone. Mary told me I had the disguise of a sweet, innocent young girl to make people like me, but it was only a tact to try to dominate them. She said my tact didn't work because I had an evil, dark power constantly radiating around me that made others not want to be with me. These are my first memories of the prayer chair.

My oldest sister Debbie died 15 years ago after a three year battle with a brain tumor. I was a year old when she passed, and Mary later told me I had been born to bring joy to my family during their time of grief, especially sister one who was very close to Debbie. However, because of my iniquity I had failed her, and the Hiramine's second oldest daughter (who was my age) had taken my place in my sister's heart. Mary believed that this Hiramine girl had a very special calling in life, and must be treated with extra love and care.

This was partly because Mary, who believed in past lives and reincarnation, claimed that in another life she had somehow lost this girl and must make up for that by being more protective in this life. As I was the only girl her age, Mary viewed me as one of her biggest threats, saying I wanted to take her place or compete with her or tear her down. I was at risk for having anything taken away from me, from toys to any sort of affection or attention from my parents and older sisters, such as hugging or being able to sit on someone's lap.

In spring of 2007 (I was nine) when the Hiramine's came to the mission for the summer after being gone since fall the year before, this second oldest girl asked to see the things I had been given at Christmas. I showed her, terrified because I was almost certain she would feel bad that she didn't have the same things as me and tell someone I was bragging to her. Sure enough, the next morning my mom told me I was to get on prayer the next night. During this prayer session, not only was I yelled at and reprimanded for "trying to compete with her" and belittle her, but someone brought up that when I first saw her and we gave each other a hug it looked like I tried to choke her. Mary immediately said I could no longer control my actions because my iniquity was so starved from not seeing her and trying to dominate her. I don't remember if this was the same night or the next few times I got on prayer, but I remember Mary saying that I was the type of child that grew up to be someone like Hitler, and if I didn't repent now there would be no hope I ever would.

After the incident with the Christmas presents, I was under extreme restriction for almost a year (with the exception of several "trials"). I was not allowed to speak to anyone (save my parents and only if I had an urgent question) I was only allowed into several rooms, I couldn't read, play, pretend, watch TV, listen to anything, eat certain foods, or go outside unless I had a chore to do and none of the kids were out there or at the other end of the property. Usually once a week during this time I was called down to the meeting room at night to get on prayer. I would try to do anything to avoid it, which was by far the worst part of my entire experience there.

I remember waiting to hear my mom's footsteps coming to bring me down to the meeting room and running and turning the shower water on so she would think I was taking a shower and they wouldn't make me come down. This only worked a handful of times. During the day, I tried to avoid people at all costs, for fear that my "power" as I mentioned earlier, would hurt them. As silly as it sounds, I created hiding places for myself that I could run to whenever I heard a person approach so I could stay out of sight. I shared a room with two of my sisters, and at night I would run upstairs and crawl under my bed and wait till they were asleep before I would crawl out and go to bed myself. I would consider it a great success if they asked where I was because one, it gave me hope they actually might care about me, and two, it showed they hadn't felt my "power" and known I was already in the room. I truly believed I was as worthless and cursed as Mary made me out to be.

In spring of 2008 my family (besides my three older sisters) were forced to leave the group. There is so much more I could say, but here is a taste of what growing up in this group was like.

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