this happened to me after i was huuued by str8....the person named Brian,was a dude from str8......A friend and i were talking about this earlier and i have been thinking about it since......Maranatha Baptist church is what they called themselves,this place was genuinly wierd.......read on...you'll see what i mean..... this happened in 1987.....around july......hippie
I had an encounter with this church that still,and its been 20 years, gives me the creeps! i was 22-23 and in a slump in my life{thats a long story}....when i was approached by an old aquaintance....his name was Brian.......we talked for a while and then when we were about to say our goodbyes,brian asked me where i was staying.....i sheepishly told him i had no real place to lay my bones.....he asked me to stay at his place.....when we got there ,there were a bunch of guys staying at this one house.....i asked if we could watch tv....a flat out no was answered by this guy with an attitude......i wanted to run down to the store and was given an excuse why i couldn't........the excuse was they were having the women come over for a bible study!.....i'm a christian through and through,i had no problem with a bible study......i explained that to these ppl that seemed nice at first,but they started questioning my faith......you guys have to understand something,i'm from the holy land! my family were the jews that believed jesus was /is the messiah and became christians!.....my ppl are from syria and lebanon......the village my ppl come from is the only place in the world where aremeic is still spoke and practiced as a language!......i was really thrown off guard by these ppl.....then the ladies came in....some were married to the guys in the house but weren't allowed to live together!...none of these women would even talk to me at all and ignored me completly,except to ask me questions about my beliefs in God.....later i went to sleep and decided i was going to leave and go back to harvard square in the morning.....but then i was convinced to go to church with them.....i went,but i saw a lot of b.s that wasn't part of christianity.....i saw the preacher/minister/reverand etc HEAL someone of thier DANDRUFF!!!!!......everyone treated him like he was jesus or something.......then he pointed at me and said "god has been watching you for a long time!"....he wanted me to come down and do some kind of ritual....i passed on the offer......i was freaked by this, but figured they{the guys in this house} told him about me......later,i was going to leave again,but was again convinced to go home with them....everywhere i went,they seemed to watch me or follow me!........i was sure i wanted to leave and told them that,but then they said"you left your things at the house! why not go home with them and eat,then i could go......i half heartedly got in the car to go back to the house......in this "church" the women lived in one house,the guys lived in another,but everytime there was a lunch,dinner or whatever,either they came over or we went over to thier place.........when i got in i noticed that where i was sitting was arranged so i was between the ppl at either end of the door......i couldn't get out on my own!.{sound familar?}.....they all seemed to be concentrating on me and nothing else....we only talked about church...nothing else.......i started to get really freaked out !.....Brian was constantly asking me questions so i couldn't concentrate on anything.....suddenly i panicked and said "holy shit!,look at that!" and i pointed at something trivial , misdirecting thier attention! then i grabbed the door handle and pushed the guy in the seat next to the door with everything i had,out of the car! the car was still moving!!!....he landed and skidded on the pavement and i jumped out! i collected myself and ran as hard as i could up the street ,away from the car.....the car skidded to a stop and the guys in it yelled "hey stop! hey you! come back here!!!! ! go get him!"......there was a guy right on my heels! i ran as hard as i could knocking whatever i could in front of him till he finally tripped over a trash can. i ran right through ppls yards and went through an Asian food restraunt!.....i hid in a dumpster and waited.....pretty soon the guy that tripped over the trash can,was right there!....the car found the alley and the others came up from either end of the alley......they all met at the car talking real low.."did you see him?" i heard....then Brian said"hey M*****,where are you? why did you do that?" "we just want to help you , M*****!......M******? oh M******!" then the driver said "come on! we'll find him later! Brian started to say something,but the driver snarled back at him"just get in the car and lets go!"......later that week,a couple of times i saw them watching me from various areas...kind of surrounding me.....i made sure my friends hung around me and i made sure i was always in a public place in and around other ppl!....the last attempt on me was a real slow drive by.....they just looked at me very angry......that situation has never left my mind or memory......hippie
