My name is Gu Qin (pseudonym), female, born in 1998 in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, currently residing in Huangshan City, Anhui Province, with a junior high school education.

I was born into a family of city residents, with parents who had stable jobs, and we never worried about food or clothing. In my memory, my childhood was happy and joyful; my parents loved each other, and they regarded me as their precious jewel, showering me with affection, allowing me to grow up carefree and happy. But when I was five years old, the happiness that belonged to me seemed to have faded abruptly, and my sky appeared to be covered with a layer of gray. At that time, my parents' relationship was troubled, and they often argued. After three years of fighting, they divorced, and I subsequently lived with my mother. After the divorce, my mother lost confidence in life and showed less concern for me. Besides work, she spent most of her time reading The Bible and participating in Christian activities.

In the second half of 2012, The Bible she frequently read was suddenly replaced by The Word Appears in the Flesh. Her weekly visits to the church for prayer changed to gatherings at home with several “brothers and sisters,” where they would read, pray, or help each other write reflections. Sometimes, during these gatherings, they would deliberately close the doors and windows and pull down the curtains, speaking in hushed tones as if afraid of being overheard.

At that time, I was in middle school. Because my academic performance was poor, I was often criticized by teachers. I could never muster any interest in studying; instead, I found joy in the occasional gatherings at home where people would read and write together. Sometimes, when uncles and aunts encountered characters they couldn't understand or write, they would ask me for help. Seeing their approving gazes and hearing their praises often made me feel delighted, as if I had eaten honey, bringing me joy for several days. Thus, from that moment on, I gradually fell deeper into the abyss of the Almighty God cult. From the very beginning of my exposure to the book The Word Appears in the Flesh, to later works such as The Lightning from the East, The Christ's Manifestation, and The Truths That Must Be Possessed, along with an increasing number of books and MP3 audio materials, I went from casually flipping through the pages without understanding to carefully studying them repeatedly with others, and diligently summarizing my insights. As a result, I came to believe in what the book stated: “The God, the King of all life in the universe, has once again become flesh, beginning the final work of the last days in the Kingdom Age, judging the world, and ruling over all. Those who follow and obey her will be blessed, while those who oppose and resist her will be punished in hell.”

After graduating from middle school, my mother accepted an arrangement to go to another province to serve as the “Gospel Captain.” She rarely came home throughout the year and paid little attention to me, so I had to rely on short-term jobs to support myself. While working, I also participated in local church gatherings and activities. Because I was young, the church mostly arranged for me to lead “brothers and sisters” in the so-called “eating and drinking God's words” during gatherings, reading books, writing reflections, or going out to evangelize and investigate local Christian congregations.

At the end of 2018, I shared the gospel with a young man from Huangshan, Anhui, not expecting that while I failed to convey the gospel, he ended up liking me. He expressed his love through his unique care and concern, and for someone like me who lacked love in childhood, I was quickly moved by his sincerity and kindness, believing he was a true partner worth relying on and entrusting my life to. In 2019, despite my mother's strong opposition and the church's repeated obstruction, I resolutely chose to live with my partner. In March 2020, our lovely daughter was born, but during the pregnancy and the process of raising her, I felt not the joy and happiness of a normal mother, but rather fear and deep anxiety, as if I were doing something shameful. Because when I was pregnant and attending gatherings, the church members often said that I was carrying a “little devil,” and even if I managed to give birth, it would still be the “Satan” opposing God. These statements shocked and terrified me! I was so sincerely devoted to God, and for Him, I unhesitatingly accepted so many work arrangements, helping the church and the “brothers and sisters” accomplish so many things. Could it be that the child I painstakingly nurtured would be a devil opposing God? At that time, I dared not doubt their words at all; I could only submit and reflect on myself... Because I was worried that the little one in my belly might really be a “little devil” opposing God, I thought about having an abortion, but then I remembered my beloved husband. The little one in my belly was the crystallization and bond of our love, and I really wanted to give birth. So, I was constantly entangled, lost, and anxious. This anxiety often made it hard for me to eat or sleep well, and I frequently had nightmares. Also because of their statements, after my daughter was born, I weaned her very early, and in life, I didn't dare to give her all my love or care for her wholeheartedly, which has led to her current malnutrition and thin physique.

In August 2022, I was caught by the local public security authorities while participating in an illegal gathering of the Almighty God. In the detention center, a sister who used to share “divine revelations” with me secretly told me that no matter how the police questioned me, I must not tell the truth, that I should bear witness for God, and that I must not betray God! So at first, when faced with the police's questions, I said nothing. Later, anti-cult volunteers repeatedly reasoned with me and provided various forms of assistance, offering psychological counseling and arranging for me to study relevant laws and traditional cultural knowledge. It finally made me understand that the Almighty God is nothing but a thoroughly deceitful cult organization that swindles money. It disguises itself as a deity and uses the banner of Christianity to recruit, deceive, and harm people everywhere. I also finally understood why, when I was pregnant, the Almighty God said I was carrying a “little devil” and that even if I gave birth, it would be to resist God's will! Because these words were actually a means used by Zhao Weishan to intimidate and control the believers. The fundamental reason was that he feared that believers would become distracted and unable to serve him better when they were pregnant and giving birth. It's laughable that I once believed these words to be true, being tightly controlled and tormented by them for so many years...

Ten years of faith in “God,” I idled away my whole youth. Looking back on the ten years, I selflessly devoted to the Almighty God, my beautiful youth was squandered; I failed to cherish my caring and understanding husband, and I did not take good care of my lovely and beautiful daughter. Fortunately, the government helped me escape the living hell in time, teaching me to see the true nature of the CAG cult, allowing me to return to a normal life and start anew, giving me the opportunity to make amends and express gratitude for the rest of my life!

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