My Testimony Part 9: Overcoming False Religion and Finding Jesus
You can find the previous parts of my testimony in order here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. This testimony will highlight how I overcame false love and false religion, with emphasis on conquering the false doctrines of the Jehovah's Witnesses. For fun, I included music in this testimony to go along with the mood of various elements of my journey. There is also a word at the end of this testimony from Russian Anon about true love. It ties in perfectly!
Introduction - Coming Out of Abuse and Finding Myself
Music: Alice in Chains - Whale & Wasp
When I was at the end of my brutally abusive relationship with Levi, I think, on some level, I was always looking for a man to rescue me, not realizing that no human man could "save" me - only Jesus Christ. Because of my naivety and desperation, I essentially kept looking for love in all the wrong places, as cliché as it sounds.
During this time in my life, I was bartending and waitressing, and this is how I learned to talk to a variety of people easily. Ultimately, I spent hours entertaining people, and I learned how to read people and talk to them. This, overtime, developed into one of my talents, which I have used in my career and ministry. Now, all I do is talk to people, and I am thankful to God for teaching me how. If you are not good at talking to people, learn to make it about them - not you. That is the first step. Anyway, let's get back to the story.
Luckily, I actually was not really into drinking when I bartended, though every so often I'd have an appletini on my shift. While I did struggle with addiction in my life, during this time period, I was mostly very sober. I was still with my abusive boyfriend, Levi, who would show up to my shifts to drink and then leave. He never really bothered anyone, but he just had an off vibe.
Eventually my boss told me one day that he wasn't allowed to come visit me anymore at work. Again, I was naive, and I did not realize my boss actually liked me - he was notorious for having sexual affairs with the women at work. This job revolved around me flirting with men, unfortunately, and I just used this all to my advantage. Men get so angry about women doing this, but at a certain point, we just have to be wise and survive, and men perpetuate it. For new readers, I have written on the problems of men and women many times, and I am not claiming I was some innocent angel. The point is - both men and women are at fault in what is wrong with the world today.
Going back to the story, I really needed to finish my college education, and here is the good news: I never gave into my boss's advances. Still, I had to smile and laugh and I allowed his creepy texts. He, then, in exchange, let me study while doing my shifts, and I learned a lot from him, whether it be good or bad.
Remember, I always put education as my focus, above all else, so I brought my college text books to work, and when it was a little slow, I'd open them up and study. I am thankful my boss allowed this, and I appreciated that he supported this because the shifts would eat up a lot of my time. In the end, I do not see him as a villain. He was a smart guy, a good business man. He always did tell me to do my best and get a career. In a really sad sense, he was sort of like a dad to me, though again, he sexualized the relationship. Either way, I truly can say to readers, I was very innocent. I didn't want to have anything with him. I just wanted to finish my degree and get out of waitressing and bartending! Unfortunately, that meant I might just have to deal with his shenanigans, and I did. The point is, everyone, I just had to survive.
One day, I was cleaning up some tables, and two of Levi's friends came in to eat. There was one who stood out to me, whom I had never seen before. He was dressed in all black, he was thin, and he had dark features and an olive skin tone. He had dark eyes, dark hair, and a mysteriousness to him. He was handsome, in a way I never had seen before - not in a classic way - no. Just in a way I liked, or I thought interesting.
I walked over to the table he was sitting at, and I asked if he needed anything. When our eyes met, something about him was drawing me to him - a magnetic feeling I had not felt in a long time. We talked and laughed a bit, but I figured I wouldn't see him again. After he left, I called my sister and told her, "I just met the most intriguing man!" And she just said, "Uh...aren't you dating Levi?"
Unfortunately, I was, and every day I was falling more and more out of love with him. We were always fighting about alcohol, and again, I was sober during this time and extremely focused on college.
One night, Levi really, really wanted to go a party, but I didn't want to. He asked me to go to the bar with him, and I begrudgingly joined. We ended up heading over to his friend Jared's house, and I had a few beers. When we walked in, I was pleasantly surprised to see Levi's friend from the restaurant - the man with the dark hair and eyes, with a tight black shirt and black work pants, sitting on the couch, strumming a guitar. His name was Jeremy. We locked eyes, and my heart fluttered.
I grabbed another beer and I got comfortable. Levi was drunk as could be, already, so that gave me some time to sit back and talk to Jeremy. As the night went on, I grew more entranced with Jeremy, and I even remember hearing this song for the first time, which fit the mood perfectly.
Over time, Levi became the best of friends with them both, Jared and Jeremy, and my mood shifted. Before, I was protesting going to the parties, and now, I was always on board. I was so excited when Levi said we were going to see Jeremy. We even went camping, and I had the best time getting to know Jeremy every time Levi passed out drunk. As Levi's alcoholism accelerated, I fell more deeply in love with Jeremy. Was it love? Well, I was certainly deeply infatuated, at least.
Everyone can judge me, but if you read the previous testimony, I was seriously disassociated, just trying to survive. I am not lying when I say any moment Levi was about to murder me and my body would be buried somewhere in the field. So, before you judge, please read this testimony. Also, I really think if any reader wrote a testimony like this, they would see how difficult it is to do so. I am providing my testimonies to the world to help people, and the only way that they will help people is if I am honest. Christians seem to sugarcoat everything about their true selves. I refuse. This is my true story, and it all led me to Jesus Christ. So, let's continue.
Anyway, Levi's alcoholism accelerated and worsened that summer, but I felt lighter. I knew I had to find a way out of the relationship with Levi, as I grew to like Jeremy more and more.
I remember Levi came up to me and said, "You'd never like Jeremy. He's a nerd. He even wears glasses."
I laughed, but I guess Levi didn't know me very well. I especially liked guys who were a little nerdy - I never went after the most popular guy or anything. I guess I liked guys who broke the mold - who didn't quite fit into the world. I still do. Also, who cares about glasses?
One day, in the early morning hours, I confessed to Jeremy that Levi was beating me, and I didn't know what to do. Jeremy told me I needed to leave him, and that he would always be there for me when I decided to do so.
I started to make my escape plan, and really, I swear, through an act of God, it all worked out perfectly for me. I have to credit God here because Levi was a raging lunatic, and anything could set him off. Thank you, Jesus, for getting me out of this relationship. I decided the best way out was not to leave, but rather, pretend it was Levi's choice. If he felt it was his choice, he would not be as angry at me.
One summer evening, I finally approached Levi, and I told him he had to make a choice. I said, "This summer, you need to choose me or alcohol. You need to decide what you want. If you choose alcohol, when the summer ends, don't come back to me. I won't be there."
No surprises here - He chose to go party, and he was free from me. I'm sure he had fun and slept with girls and such. I slowly moved out of his house, and I just know God somehow was behind my safety.
The end of the summer came, and I was at college, leaving the building. Levi pulled up with his grandma in a green truck. He knew I loved his grandma so much, but I knew this was a ploy. He approached me with a green sparkly purse, and he told me he wanted me back.
I told him, "I warned you, Levi. I cannot be with you anymore."
He somehow accepted, and he still gave me the purse, which I liked, and he journeyed on his way.
Then, my life with Jeremy began.
I always moved from one man to another very quickly. I honestly can say I haven't been single since I was about 13 years old. I always easily went from one man to another - I was never alone and never wanted to be. To note, though I had many boyfriends, that does not mean I had slept with them all. To be honest, compared to most women today, I'm pretty pure. I really did pursue men for the idea that we would fall in love - not for sex. Still, I just didn't even know what love was, so how could I have a true relationship? To note, Witness 1 helped me find true love. I stopped "monkey-branching" with him. I am not saying how many men I have slept with, but you can count it one hand. As a caution to readers, I really was a lost girl, trying to find love and my identity. I truly wanted a man to marry, to build a family, and to have a good life. I never cared much about sex, partying, or living a lifestyle of sexual immorality. I just did not have any idea what love or the truth was at the time.
I want to make this very clear to readers. These testimonies are not meant to paint me as "good" or "bad", but rather, human. I was lost. I had no family. I had no identity. I really wanted to get married, have children, and live a normal life. Unfortunately, I had many, many problems and I did not know what love was at the time. The best I can say to readers is that all I ever was doing was trying to survive.
Still, Jeremy - he was my rescuer. In fact, I will always see him this way. He was an independent man, and he taught me a lot about how to take care of myself. I simply moved into his house because I really had nowhere to go. I did help pay rent and such, and I truly did not want to go home to my parents. It is always hard for me to relate to people who have such a good relationship with their parents. Since I was about 14, I had done everything I could to get away from mine.
My life transitioned. For the first time in many years, I felt a little joy. I felt safe overall. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night with my heart racing because of memories from Levi, and Jeremy would comfort me and I'd fall back asleep.
When Levi finally realized what was going on, he pursued me again. One day, when I was outside Jeremy's house, I saw Levi's car approaching. I bolted inside. He started throwing things at the door, energy drinks included, and threatening to kill us. We called the cops, and I think he realized if he stayed he would be arrested. That was one of the last times I saw him for a while, though it is not the end of my story with him.
I felt I could finally live again without fear and abandonment. Famous last words, right?
A Little Brighter
Music: Brighter than Sunshine by Aqualung
This time of my life I remember with a smile - mostly. Honestly, anything was better than being with Levi. It was so nice not to wake up in fear.
I remember one day I was just so content because I was doing laundry again. I started running. I started smiling again! I was in college, finishing my degree, and Jeremy had a full-time job. We had so many adventures together. Unfortunately, one thing we did like to do together was drink. To be honest, this was all innocent at the time, but it shows readers how little things can turn to bigger things, and bigger problems, later in life.
I remember one day I came over to his house, and he had a huge bottle of apple vodka. He gave me some shots, and I remember thinking, "This is good!" We had a similar, dark taste in music, and we would drink into the early hours, talking, and listening to some dreamy music.
We partied, but we didn't get too out of control. We still worked, maintained our lives, and fell in love.
Or, so I thought.
You see, it wasn't that we didn't love each other or we didn't have a form of love, but neither of us had Jesus Christ. This is where the story changes.
Desperate for Family - Meeting the Jehovah's Witnesses
So, I want to give readers perspective here. I had no family. I had no friends really (remember, I had moved away from all of my friends and family). I was in college, barely surviving working 3 jobs (I am not exaggerating). I just started a job tutoring English at the college, which was a miracle for me. I just barely escaped an abusive relationship. I had nowhere to go, no one to help me. I had no sense of self, understanding of the truth, or anything really. I just had to survive. Through education and Jeremy, I was able to stabilize my life to an extent.
I did like Jeremy, and I believe I was in love with him at the time. I had fun with him. The problem was, we bonded through drinking and partying, which was one of the big mistakes of our relationship. How we connected was just having fun. We did not connect through true love. From his perspective, I brought him stability, as well. We both were like a quick band-aid solution for each other, and it could never last.
As our relationship progressed, I really wanted to meet his family. Again, I didn't really have a family, and I was longing for one. Family was something I always wanted in my soul.
He warned me upon introducing me to them that they were Jehovah's Witnesses. I had no idea what that meant at the time, but I figured it was fine. I had some general understanding of them, but I figured it was just like any other church. I wasn't religious, but I was respectful to various beliefs.
Within a day or two, I understood that his family was very serious about their religion, and I then found out that Jeremy was "disfellowshipped." He didn't tell me this, maybe because I wouldn't understand. Essentially, this meant his family was not supposed to talk to him unless he came back to the religion. In other words, they are supposed to act like he was "dead" and not speak to him until he comes back. They did break the rules a bit by meeting me, but they were clear with me that the only way we could be family was to be part of the religion.
So, as a great actress, I thought, "Why not?!" I didn't believe in God or any of those silly things. I really loved Jeremy, and I wanted his family to like me.
So, I started going to the "Kingdom Halls" with his family. Jeremy barely wanted to go, but I really wanted to impress them. I wore a modest dress, and I listened. I knew absolutely nothing about the Bible, nor did I care. I just wanted to have a family. The Jehovah's Witnesses, unfortunately, have a false Bible written with "new light." To summarize, they have their own translation of the Bible, and it is deceptive. Interestingly and creepily, it is called the "New World Translation." That always felt off to me, with my understanding of the NWO and such.
I spent many hours with the Jehovah's Witnesses, and I did pay attention to sermons, with many emphasizing the importance of blood. Their doctrines were heavily influenced by blood of the Old Testament, which is ironic because they still all ended up falling for the vaccine. You would think that with this much emphasis on blood in their doctrines, they would have not fallen for the gene-altering therapy, but nope - most still took it. I will go back to that thought at the end of this post.
Anyway, one day his mom asked me if I'd like to start doing weekly studies with her friend, Susan. Again, I thought, "Why not? What do I have to lose?'
So, for about a year (or even more, it's fuzzy now), I started meeting with Susan, and we went through ALL of the Jehovah's Witness study books. That's right, everyone, I am seriously qualified to debate any JW out there because I know their doctrine. We started with this one, but we moved through the rest quickly:
When I studied with Susan, I answered well. I didn't believe it, but I answered it all well. I knew the material, and everyone was proud of me.
Over time, I realized this facade couldn't last because they were probably going to expect me to get baptized. I started to realize I might need to make a decision. Do I continue with the facade to please his family, or do I let it all go? Witness 1 is laughing at this part because it seems really absurd.
Well, I'm a good actress; however, I'm not the best liar, and I realized that living this fake life was not manageable. I slowly started to fade out, and his family then stopped talking to us as much. They kept inviting us back, but I knew it just wasn't right for us. Plus, I just didn't believe it. This was painful for me, as I so desperately wanted to have family, but I knew I couldn't keep up the lie. This was probably the first time, at least, I started to be true to myself.
I remember one day I started crying to Jeremy, lying on his lap, and I said, "I just want family", and I think he tried really hard to give that to me, but he couldn't.
Well, good thing we had alcohol because that became our solace, in a way. Again, we were functional, and we just hid our pain away and enjoyed our lives together.
I remember one day I was sitting on the couch in our house, and I was watching House for the 50th time, and I thought, "What is the meaning of my life?"
I wanted to understand, but I couldn't. It was the first time I knew I was not in the truth, but I didn't know what the truth was, and I was a lost woman.
In the meantime, my relationship with Jeremy started to face some problems. Still, we were planning on getting married, but that's for another story - another part of this testimony. To best summarize this time in my life, I would use the song "Young Gold by Quilt."
The Missing Component of the JWs
From the outside, the Jehovah's Witnesses are appealing. They are neatly dressed, organized, and polite. They seem to have answers to all the questions. However, behind every Masonic-esque kingdom hall, there is something lacking.
So, this post could be all about the false doctrines of the JWs, but there is plenty out there. In fact, I am going to simplify the largest problem with the JWs to save you time.
I eventually graduated, started my career, and started to build a life with Jeremy. This is when I began browsing conspiracy forums, trying to understand why the world was so evil. In fact, I met Witness 1 as a friend during this time, though we were not lovers. I never once thought I would be Witness 1, and I just saw him as a friend I could vent to and talk to while drinking. That's for another part of this testimony. In fact, I had many friends all over the world, online, and I was an avid writer like I am now - just in a different way. They weren't really my friends, of course, but if Nick is reading, he was my friend. He helped me, and I will never forget what he did for me, but again, that's for another story.
Anyway, through all these conspiracy rabbit holes, I saw Satan at the top. I thought to myself, "Well if Satan is real, then is Jesus Christ?"
I am going to fast forward a bit here. I eventually did find Jesus Christ as the truth, as I have written in my other testimonies linked to the top of this page.
When I found Jesus Christ, I was so enthralled I decided to text Susan, my former JW teacher. Surely, she would be happy I was back in the religion in someway, even if it wasn't her denomination, correct?
Well, I texted her, "I found Jesus Christ!"
She never replied.
I realized, finally, one thing. The JWs didn't have Jesus Christ!
They had everything but Jesus. They wanted it all without Jesus. The JWs do not believe Jesus Christ is God.
And that's it, everyone. That's all you need to know about them. They can never be true because they don't know the truth.
That is why they feel so stale. They have no love. They are just doing rituals and routines, but there is no love. That is how they fell for the vaccine despite the knowledge of the blood.
On top of that, they harm many people. They harmed Jeremy greatly, and I do not know if he will ever become Christian, but I am still praying for him.
As for me, this leads me to the ending point of this testimony. The next part of my testimony is about what went wrong in my relationship with Jeremy, and how my life started to unravel.
This is probably the last time for a while there is any peace in my life.
At this point, I am successful in my career, I found Jesus Christ, and now, everything starts to fall apart.
To end this part of my testimony with a song, I will choose "Love is Strange by Mickey and Sylvia. It's a classic referenced from the movie "Casino" that I like. Witness 1 said this is what it was like when he met me, and yes, we met in Vegas:
Now, this leads perfectly to a message from Russian Anon on the true love of Jesus Christ.
A Word on True Love from Russian Anon
Hello.
How are you?
I didn't plan to write, it's just an urge I just felt. I thought this was important. It's evening in St. Petersburg, and the sun is behind my house. I started reading your new article. And, as it happens, at such a moment, the sun again found a way to sanctify me with its warm bright light. This led me to an idea that I wanted to share. Something prompted me to share this thought with you. - God will find a way to sanctify you with His light. Because He loves you. He will not have to unfold the sun to do this, rather, He will unfold the whole world so that it reflects His light. He uses all available ways to get a ray of warmth to touch you. (At that moment, the sun, reflected in the window of the neighboring house, began to shine even brighter). This happens sometimes when I read your articles, and at different times. When this happens, it's not just an ordinary moment, it happens at the right moment. God says to you, "I love you and I remember you. Even if you're just a reader of this blog.".
I think it also means that your article "Trump, Psyops, War, and More!" has an important message. Jesus is love - this is the main law. God is love. Love conquers evil. Love is sacrifice. Love does not seek self-interest for its actions.
It's so simple, but difficult to execute. The main thing is that we now know the course. To pure, gratuitous love for others, through Jesus Christ.
May God bless your evening, day, night or morning! Wherever you are. In the holy name of Jesus Christ.
Conclusion - Final Thoughts
To reiterate, this is a true story, and I had to tell it as it is. If people use it to judge me, I find that sad. I ask you, the readers, have you examined the log in your own eye before judging me? Let me put it this way - I don't think anyone reading is perfect, and I ask you all to read my testimonies with compassion like Jesus Christ. I am the only woman out there who is honest enough to write about my true story and even my flaws. So, will you persecute me or love me?
That's it for now. I will probably be doing a prophecy update soon. I have so much writing to do, it's unbelievable. My testimony isn't finished. My theses are not finished. I am not finished.
Love,
Witness 2 (Elisha)