A Letter to the Cult

A letter, written and shared by a former member of William Branham's cult of personality:

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A Letter to the Cult:

You rocked me to sleep with what I thought were lullabies. Instead, it was just you singing about how I was ignorant and reprehensible.

I thought what you fed me was the truth about being special instead it was the coquettish flavor of lies wrapped in evil.

In earnest I tried to do everything right. Making myself and my sins as void as the night. Instead, I could never please you, to please anyone with their inflated egos.

I was trapped with walls closing in. Believing anything I wanted was a sin. How dare you show your knees, little girl! How could you wish to be the cause of a grown man's stumble.

Bite my lip until the blood ran. Holding my tongue and every other thought in my head. "Take every thought captive was oft heard." The reality is my voice was silenced and I was unnerved.

I finally ran from what you called "loving arms ." Which then came you praying for my own imminent harm. Taking me out from protection you screamed. All the suffering you wished upon me while screaming you are now a slave.

If I am it isn't any different than before. A slave to an ideology that serves no one. I have found freedom, no thanks to you.

The arms that hold me are no longer thorns. You broke me in many ways, but I somehow found a way to stay. To look into the sky feel the sun on my face, and not be afraid of what I will say.

My thoughts are voiced now, no longer drowned by the cries of Only believe. There is no shelf for my questions, I ask and they are answered. There is no howdy ms .dog meat. Instead, I have found joy acceptance, and peace.

I hope one day you will also truly see. The ideology of the man you believe. A liar, thief, and con man. William Branham is not the god you have made him.

In my closing statement, I will tell you,

There is beautiful freedom outside of the message.