As a young Roman Catholic girl who was deeply conditioned by the religion of my father, of course I “went to church on Sunday.” Not because, like Katarina, my young, also recovering-Catholic housemate, “I would meet my friends there,” but because if I didn’t I would go to hell.
I just listened to an audio of a supposed “ex-nun” who managed, after 22 years, to leave her cloistered order of Carmelite nuns. This “convent” (read: secret sex slave prison, with medieval tortures in dungeons that remind me of Guantanamo or Abu Ghraib) was? is? located somewhere “1000 miles away” from her parents. U.S.? Canada? She is dead now, born in 1889, died in 1983. Seems to have left the cloister in her thirties, but I’m not sure she left the nuns, because late in the first tape (there are two) she mentions being part of an “open order,” working as a nurse.
In any case, it’s obvious that though she managed to detonate the tight conceptual helmet constructed around her head as a young girl who wanted to join the convent, she never did take off the slightly larger, more invisible one that infects most of (not just Catholic) society in the west: the religion of the “personal creator god that stands outside creation.” Nor did she leave the rest of Catholicism behind. Or the Bible. She says that the young nuns were not educated to know the story of Jesus or the Bible, but just to be aware of god’s rules in the Catechism and sworn to the three vows of “poverty, chastity and obedience.”
She entered the novitiate at 16. (Or was it 13, I can’t bear to rewind and listen again). When it came time for her to be initiated into her cloistered vows, at 21 years of age, she was then taken to a room with a priest, who invited her into “the wedding chamber.” She refused, shocked. (But not for long. The poor and scarce food the nuns received guaranteed that their bodies would become weak and broken, unable to resist.)
Here’s how that little piece of mind control worked: the Mother Superior told her that the priest didn’t have a body like mortal men. That he was “the holy ghost,” who would impregnate her as the “bride of Christ.”
Of course, there were many babies born of rapes by (always drunk) priests in cahoots with the Mother Superior. She would suffocate them and throw their bodies into “the lime pit.”
What strikes me about Sister Charlotte’s story is 1) how she had two helmets on, one inside the other; and 2) how gradually tightening mind control works, especially on young minds.
I did google “Sister Charlotte’s testimony,” and found several posts that try to debunk it. She speaks in such a rapid impassioned manner, that she is either utterly insane (and incredibly imaginative), or dead-on genuine. I think the latter.
I mention a few threads of this literally godawful story, just in case you don’t want to gag your own way through it — but appreciate the information, even so. Given that celebrity Saint (oops, Pope) Francis has just managed to bedazzle what appears to be most of the American public, or at least the MSM media, it is time we recognize that these stories of sex-slavery and murder by the Roman Catholic male hierarchy are not that anomalous. Missionary Schools, Boys Town, for starters, and now, at least one cloistered convent.
How utterly removed from the magnificent nuns I met at the Sisters of Earth conference! I wonder what they could tell me about cloistered convents. Has anything changed? How would we know?