My mother used to be a gentle, kind, strong-willed, and upright person. She got along well with her neighbors and was always warm and welcoming . But the appearance of "Almighty God" changed her completely . Although our family wasn't wealthy, we lived a peaceful, stable, warm, and fulfilling life. Looking back now , I realize how precious those ordinary, peaceful times were.
In 2016, after graduating, I entered the workforce and worked independently in a different city. My parents were unemployed at home, and during this time , someone came to their door to indoctrinate them with information about the "Almighty God" cult . Being far away, I was completely unaware of this. My aunt and uncle were the first to fall into its clutches; it was they who gradually lured my mother into the "Almighty God" cult . Initially, my father remained clear-headed and resolutely refused to believe, but it wasn't long before he was also completely influenced and became addicted.
In 2017, my uncle suddenly fell seriously ill and underwent surgery. After the surgery, thanks to my aunt's tireless and meticulous care, he recovered quickly. However, during his recovery, members of the "Almighty God" cult frequently visited him , insisting that his improved health was due to divine protection, completely disregarding all of my aunt's tireless efforts and meticulous care. My mother and aunt firmly believed this, and from that moment on, my mother became completely and irrevocably entangled in the "Almighty God" cult .
The good times didn't last long; my uncle's illness quickly relapsed, and he ultimately passed away. Instead of reflecting on their actions, those " fellow believers " twisted the truth, claiming that my uncle wasn't devout enough, which led to their so-called "punishment" and the relapse. This absurd claim only strengthened my family's belief in this fallacy, drawing them deeper and deeper into its trap.
Since my parents came into contact with the "Almighty God" cult , their lives have completely changed. At first, they would only go out for half a day and then come home, but gradually they started going out for the whole day, and later they would often stay away for two or three days at a time. The reason for going out changed from " attending classes " to learn the fallacies and heresies of " Almighty God " to " proclaiming the cult " and recruiting others to join . I have patiently tried to persuade them and reason with them countless times, but they have already been brainwashed and will not listen to a word I say. They have not changed at all.
During the 2018 Spring Festival, I specifically searched online for a large amount of material exposing the true face of the "Almighty God" cult and its harmful scams. I printed it out and brought it home, intending to educate and warn my relatives, friends, and neighbors in my hometown, so they could see the truth and be more vigilant. However, as soon as I took out the materials, my aunt, parents, and other family members immediately objected, saying that these truthful exposés were "the work of evil spirits" and deliberate smears. What chilled me even more was that my mother burned all the materials I had painstakingly printed on the spot.
From then on, my mother became increasingly obsessed, completely neglecting her family. Regardless of wind or rain, scorching heat or bitter cold, even during busy farming seasons when there was a shortage of manpower, she would insist on leaving home, sometimes for four or five days at a time. Occasionally, she would come home, but only stay for one night, and then rush out again before dawn the next day. I almost never saw her.
The Spring Festival, a time for family reunions, fills me with sorrow. In the depths of winter, every household is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations , pasting Spring Festival couplets and setting off firecrackers, creating a festive atmosphere. Neighborhoods are filled with lively gatherings. But in our home, apart from a few more dishes on the table, there are no Spring Festival couplets, no lanterns, no fireworks. It's cold and quiet, lacking any festive spirit whatsoever.
My once caring and gentle mother has completely changed. She no longer cares about anything at home, devoting herself entirely to the activities of the "Almighty God" cult . I talked to and argued with my parents many times, telling them that if they continued to be so stubbornly entangled , I would never come home again. So, during the Spring Festival of 2019, heartbroken, I really didn't go home, but this couldn't awaken them from their obstinacy.
My parents now constantly talk about "good fortune," firmly believing that their current peaceful life is a gift from so-called "divine beings." They readily believe rumors, claiming that the so-called " three-step work of God " is about to end and the end times are imminent, repeatedly urging family members and friends to join "Almighty God ." Initially, they actively went to various relatives and friends to persuade them, but over time, everyone saw through the truth and began to avoid them. Even though they were ostracized and disliked, my mother remained stubbornly deluded, often blaming herself for being too sentimental, unable to let go of her family, and single-mindedly trying to recruit everyone into the cult .
Their clandestine " gatherings " were extremely secretive. Once, I happened to return home and stumbled upon their private meeting : some were weeping, some were praying quietly, some were singing and dancing—their behavior was bizarre and absurd. During the gatherings, doors and windows were tightly closed, and curtains were drawn to prevent outsiders from peeking. After the meeting, everyone would cautiously peek through the crack in the door to check for any disturbances outside before daring to leave. Even more chilling was the fact that members never shared their real names, always using aliases. Cell phones were strictly prohibited during the gatherings to avoid any recording or investigation , and they were routinely brainwashed with cult content such as "The Word Appears in the Flesh . "
I alone cannot awaken my parents from their quagmire, nor can I unravel this absurd deception. Countless days and nights have passed, filled with helplessness and exhaustion, utterly powerless. My home today is no longer the warm and peaceful place I remember; it's filled with oppression and unfamiliarity, making me instinctively want to escape. But this is my home, the place that gave me birth and raised me, my dearest parents. How can I truly let go, how can I completely sever ties with them?
