Thanks my friend..
A little Seed story for you guys.
When I went into the seed in 1973, I was taken from my mother's house in Ft Lauderdale under false pretenses, driven six hours to the St Pete Seed where I was badgered, harrassed and lied to and then held prisoner against my will. My mother had little money and was not a confrontational person. However, in spite of this and unknown to me hired a lawyer who got a judge to issue a court order to have me removed from the seed. The order was sent to St Pete, where someone in the seed entrenched juvenile justice infrastructure alerted the authorities and my father conspired with a Pinellas juvenile judge friendly to the seed to have an emergency order issued overturning the judge in Ft Lauderdale citing a special circumstance that I had admitted in open court to having a drug problem and needing help. This perjury by the judge effectively stopped my mother's efforts.
I of course had never been in court and was unaware any of this was going on as I sat on that front row, hungry and scared, plotting my escape that never came. This inability to intervene led to my mother being hospitalized with a "nervous breakdown" for about a week severly distraught over watching her kids being held captive and powerless to stop it.
From then on she drove 6 hours from Ft Lauderdale to St Pete twice a week to open meeting where she was openly ridiculed,scorned and even yelled at in the parking lot by other parents,and she watched in horror the wierdness of the cult displayed in open meeting, unallowed to even speak to me or my sister. After open meeting her and her husband would drive the 6 hours back home while hurting for both themselves and what their children were going thru.
Two days ago my mother sob cried to me on her death bed about what transpired way back then to her "babies". I did my best to comfort her and tell her all that was just ancient history and assured her she was my hero for her efforts.
By some miracle or extreme will to live my mom, after being given two hours to live last thursday while in a coma and with the death rattle in her emphysemic lungs, has improved enough to live for another day.
Today publiclly on this forum, I wish to once again thank her for her heroic efforts to save my sister and I from that hot, stinking horrid place that stole what was left of my childhood some 31 years ago.
