Generations of Virtue, Christ's Church of the Restitution, Vision for the Nations, Trinity Institute, Kay and Julie Hiramine, Mary Whitlock, Abuse of Power, Mental and Emotional Abuse, Control through Fear Monument Colorado

I was born and raised in the ministry known as Trinity Institute, or Christ's Church of the Restitution. Growing up, I was homeschooled and had little exposure to the outside world.

The women in this ministry were required to wear four items of clothing at all times: pants, blouse, skirt and tunic. This uniform was put in place to "protect" us from our own lust, and men's lustful eyes. Mary Whitlock was the originator and enforcer of this uniform, and if there were deviations from it, the offenders were "dealt with" and made to conform. By dealt with, I mean we were harshly told that we could not make any modifications to the uniform such as adding colors to the pleats, making the skirts out of different material/colors, or reducing the width of the pant legs. As a teenager, the uniform and restrictions were difficult to handle, as even going to the grocery store induced stares and questions from the public. Some even started calling us Smurfs because our outfits were blue and white.

Another issue I struggled with as a teenager was that women were treated very differently then men in this organization. Women were called, "Jezebels" and "Babylon", and it felt to me like everything was blamed on us. Women were constantly on the prayer chair getting their supposed sins exposed and dealt with. This was terrifying to me. I hated it when my Mom was the one in the hot seat. She would become very depressed and spend hours in what was called the prayer closet, praying that God would help her give up whatever it was that was being focused on at the time. It disturbed and pained me to see her that way.

I, of course, got dealt with as well, and I will never forget the fear and horror that Mary's scowling, angry face targeted at me induced. I was only 14 when it began, maybe younger.

One vivid memory is when I was told to appear at the Whitlock's house in Lewiston, CA. As I walked from the church to the house, I pondered whether or not the visit would be a good or bad one, hoping for the best. As soon as Mary opened the door, I knew it was not good. Her face said everything, I was in for it.

Looking back it's odd to me that a 14 year old girl is summoned to the pastor's house by herself. I was brought in to their prayer closet, where I was told that my "tail power" was disrupting the peace. At 14 I didn't even really know what that meant, all I knew is that I didn't want to be there, experiencing the displeasure of the pastor and his wife.

Furthermore, I didn't feel good about being a woman. I had to wear a funny-looking uniform that the men were not required to wear (they could pretty much wear whatever they wanted), I was told that the Bible required my submission to men, and everything was blamed on me, so why would anyone want to be a woman?

Jumping ahead to 1998, Mary Whitlock approached my mother with a proposition for me. There was this man, Kay Hiramine whom she was in ministry with in Colorado Springs, and there was an opportunity for me to work with him in the ministry he was currently employed, Wagner Institute. I hadn't been involved with Mary for several years, as I had just returned from attending Bible college in Canada, and I wasn't convinced that moving to Colorado was right for me.

Through conversations and persuasion, I was convinced to move to Colorado Springs to live with the McCausland family, to help them on occasion with child care, and to work for Wagner Institute in their accounting department. This was my first exposure to Kay and Julie Hiramine.

Coming from the background that I did, I was curious at their behavior and lifestyle. They drank alcohol, smoked cigars, dined out all of the time, and vacationed frequently. I had never been exposed to this lifestyle, and didn't realize Christians lived this way.

One of the girls I grew up with, Sara Raley, had moved in with the Hiramines several months before I came to Colorado, and she was the main (unpaid) caretaker of their two children at the time, Brianna and Stacia. Having a live-in nanny freed up the Hiramines for the lavish lifestyle they desired.

I enjoyed working at Wagner Institute, and quickly adapted to the culture. I made friends easily, and when two single women were hired several months after I'd been hired, we quickly became friends. They were very curious about the connection between the Hiramines and Mary Whitlock, and asked me about her ministry. At the time, Mary was acting as an intercessor, operating out of her home in Colorado Springs. She also attended Kay's church, Vision for the Nations.

I shared a few things about Mary and her ministry with the ladies I worked with, and when I was requested to appear at Mary's house for prayer, the ladies became even more curious.

During my prayer session, I was dealt with for things in my spirit that occurred in a previous life. I was told that I had been a mean prison guard in a previous life, and that I needed to repent of the sins I had committed back then.

Back at work the next day, the ladies wanted to hear all about my ministry, so I shared it with them, never thinking twice that it would cause an eruption down the road.

Two weeks later, I was once again summoned to Mary's house for ministry. I had no clue what was to come. A good friend of mine, Peter Crain took pity on my innocence and called me prior to my appointed ministry time. He told me I needed to stop by his house first, and that he needed to warn me about what was about to take place. When I got to the Crains house, Peter informed me I was in for some serious trouble. What I had shared with the ladies at work regarding my past life ministry at Mary's had gotten spread to the wider Wagner group, and questions were being asked. Did Mary believe in past lives? Does Kay believe in past lives? I had no idea that it was considered heresy to believe in past lives, as from the time I was a little girl I was taught that our spirit comes back into new bodies continuously in order to be perfected and delivered. 

If I had been smart, right then and there I would have avoided going to Mary's house that night altogether, but I was still young (23) and heavily influenced by Mary and the group.

As expected, I was dealt with VERY harshly for exposing Mary's belief in past lives, and for bringing her ministry into question. She told me I was spiritually trying to kill her. Kay and Julie were there witnessing my demise, and unhappy that their beliefs were also being questioned. My parents were on the phone as well.

Mary, Kay and Julie covered up the entire thing by claiming that they were NOT referring to past lives in my ministry session, rather they were dealing with generational issues.

It wasn't long after all of that went down that Kay and Mike McCausland left Wagner Institute, and proceeded to convince the rest of us that were still working there to leave and join them in a new ministry. I was torn and didn't know what to do. I eventually gave in to pressure from my parents as well as pressure from Mary, Kay and Julie, and resigned from Wagner Institute.

Right after I resigned, I was told that there was no place for me in Kay, Mike and Mary's new ministry, and that I needed to move back to New York. I was devastated. I had only been in Colorado for 9 months, but really enjoyed living and working there. Now I was being banished not only from Colorado, but from everything I had ever known. There was no place for me in New York either. I had nowhere to live, as Mary and my parents made it clear I was not welcome back in Conesus.

I ended up moving into a tiny two bedroom apartment with my brother and sister in Rochester, NY, and continued my college education. I have not had contact with the Hiramines or Mary since then, 16 years ago, but I know the legacy of abuse and fear continues to this day, and many young women and their families are suffering as I did.

I am writing this account in hopes that my story will help those who are still in this awful bondage of what is now known as Generations of Virtue be free, and this legacy of abuse that has lasted over 30 years will once and for all be put to an end.