“After greeting me at her front door, we had entered some French doors to a small ‘drawing room’ where we sat on her couch to talk. It soon became obvious to her that talking in an adult manner was not something I needed at that moment. She had her arm around me and it was then that I started to shake. She felt me shudder over and over again as my whole body relived the horror of cult abuse. Heartbroken child parts of me, in their little voices, described what was happening to them as if the events were happening in the room at that moment. This went on for quite some time and as my trembling subsided, an adult part of me came back to interact with Audrey. I said, ‘Oh, thank you so much for doing this for me.’”
“She was struck with the overwhelming intensity of the experience, saying, ‘I'll never forget this for as long as I live. Hell is too good for them for what they did to you!’ Audrey later told me, “Every time I heard your memories, I thought of this scripture, 'But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.'" (Matthew 18:6) (My Tears Fall Inside, page 151-152)
There are no words adequate enough to describe the blaring contrast between the evil people who had caused the horrors I was reliving and the remarkable friends who reached out to comfort me. I was literally experiencing an incredible black / white dichotomy at exactly the same time—both the Heaven and the hell. For me and for those who helped bear my burdens, it was an experience that changed us each forever.