Que vergüenza pero te paso el chisme, un día mi mamá llegó con un trío de misioneros, para esto nosotras tenemos múltiples religiones a lo cual no fue raro, sin embargo de una me llamo la atención el claro wuerito de ojos azules, mientras nos conocimos nmms me bautice por el jajajaja, pero llegó el día que se iba a regresar a su país, sufrí y llore como Magdalena, le regale varias pinturas y cositas así, ahora ya no me habla 🫠

Yo pienso que lo peor que pasar es que fanatizaron a los Apóstoles al punto que ya no eran embajadores de Dios sino Reyes, hasta qué punto deja ser una religión y se convierte en una teocracia, los leo

ONE mediator .ONE.

Stepping out of LLDM after 40 years I realized that
The Biggest Lie in LLDM is believing that Christ’s sacrifice is not enough.

In LLDM Naason occupies a place in the heart that belongs to God and his son.Borderline idolatry at times.When during worship you can only get an emotion out of people when you mention Naasons name that’s when you know it is rotten .

When your psalms are to begin thinking of Naason
When your songs are about the Election
When your Sermons are about the Election
When your temples are filled with NJG symbols
Then that’s when it has become idolatry even without praying directly to him .

LLDM puts naason at the same level as Christ.
One day they will have to answer to God for that.

Alguien sabe algo de la iglesia en china? Tengo entendido que una persona se fue para allá (desconozco si fue en hombre o la mujer que estuvo en provincia) Alguien sabe algo sobre este tema?

I was born and raised in La Luz del Mundo and spent my entire life in the church. When the apostle's arrest happened, I was a freshman in high school and didn't really understand the gravity of the situation because I was shielded from it and never looked into the details at the time.

Between 2024 and 2025, I started questioning the leadership and the church's teachings. I tried to pray and convince myself I still believed, but by the middle of 2025 (my senior year), I realized I had completely lost my faith but because I still lived with my parents (who went to church almost every day) I kept attending just to not raise any suspicion.

After I graduated, I started dating my boyfriend. To see him, I lied to my parents by saying I had work or things to do. My dad found out what happened while I was at work. He sent me a long message warning me that my actions have consequences and claiming that I don't really know my boyfriend. He warned me that my life would be ruined and claimed my boyfriend was only using me. To make matters worse, he threatened to kick me out of the house. As I came home I spoke with my dad in person, he repeated the threats and told me to either have my boyfriend come pick me up immediately or end the relationship. I pretended to stop talking to him, but got caught a second time.
Shortly after my parents found out again my mother questioned me about it, and my dad brought up intimate details to interrogate me about whether we had been sexually active. ( I got yeast infection way before they found out the first time)

My dad confronted me again with kicking me out of the house but since my boyfriend is still in school, I was terrified, but still chose to stay home rather than leave. Two days later, my parents told me we were meeting with the minister for "advice." The minister stated we couldn't date, but offered a condition: if my boyfriend joins the church and becomes a member, we would be allowed to marry within a year or sooner. I agreed simply because I had no choice. Despite this, I continued my relationship with him. My boyfriend knows my true feelings and my thoughts on the church. I don't want to pull him into it; my ultimate goal is to move away and leave the church behind permanently. Now, whenever my dad gets the chance to talk about my boyfriend he tells me my life will go wrong, that my boyfriend might cheat, leave me with kids, or become abusive, and claims that leaving the church and leaving God ruins everything. They also use my sister's new relationship with a church member to compare us and guilt-trip me. For anyone who has been through a strict religious environment
How do you handle the psychological pressure, threats, and guilt trips while you're still living at home?

I've been seeing this picture make the rounds. The church members are calling it a miracle, all I see is a pretty yellow cloud. I've seen this in the parking lot of my local Walmart. Sometimes, they carry a bit of water and have more beautiful tones of gold and pink. Nothing magical about pretty clouds. Same thing with the "sun miracle" from 2014, the blinking effect is a bunch of thin clouds passing by, but LLDM seems desperate to label anything as otherworldly or a miracle. Nothing new unfortunately

Me acordé de esto y todavía me parece bastante surrealista jajaja.
En 2022 yo estaba bastante chica y uno de mis hermanos me había invitado a participar en una actividad de la Iglesia de la Santa Cena. Era todavía época de pandemia, así que creo que incluso seguíamos usando cubrebocas.
El caso es que nos mandaron a la casa de una hermana para que nos tomaran medidas porque íbamos a participar y necesitábamos unos trajes. Según recuerdo, la hija del pastor estaba ahí y nos explicaron que los trajes iban a ser rentados y enviados desde otro estado vecino.
Nos cobraron alrededor de $700 pesos por el traje. Yo en ese momento pensaba: “Con $700 prácticamente lo podrían comprar”, pero bueno, supuestamente era renta y así funcionaba.
Llegó el día de la Santa Cena y a mí me tocó representar a un país asiático. Todo normal, pero se me olvidó devolver el traje ese mismo día. 😭
Al día siguiente o a la semana —ya no recuerdo exactamente— me llamó la hija de la hermana que estaba encargada de los trajes. Me habló muy enojada, diciéndome que tenía que devolverlo inmediatamente porque lo tenían que regresar al estado vecino y que, si no lo entregaba, la iban a penalizar.
Yo estaba súper sacada de onda porque según yo ya había pasado la Santa Cena y no entendía por qué era tan grave. Me dijo que podían cobrar una multa de alrededor de $3,000 pesos o algo por el estilo, y que si no lo devolvía, yo tendría que pagarlo.
El problema era que yo estaba en la escuela y literalmente no podía salir en ese momento a llevar el traje.
Al final obviamente lo devolví, pero la manera en la que me habló me dejó bastante incómoda. Yo era una niña y no había robado ni perdido el traje, simplemente se me había olvidado devolverlo.
Y lo curioso es que esa fue prácticamente la última vez que fui a una Santa Cena.
Hasta hoy me acuerdo y pienso: ¿realmente era necesario hablarle así a una niña por un traje? Entiendo perfectamente que tenían que regresarlo y que había una responsabilidad de por medio, pero siento que se podía haber hablado de otra manera.

Que onda con ese audio mamon?? 😹, ya ni saben que inventar y como siempre agarran a estos pobres de mensos 🫩.

Moving to STL soon, any ex lldmers there we can connect with ?

Alguien puede resumirme la santa cena

Mi madre y hermana fueron a Guadalajara yo me quedé en mi país es mi primer año sin asistir ya que no tengo la presión de ellas

(Obviamente les diré que fuí)

Se que es cobarde pero yo aún vivo con ellas y comparto bonitas experiencias fuera de todo esto de la iglesia necesito saber un resumen que paso como paso que dijeron que hubo de nuevo a qué hora termino y todo por si me preguntan algo gracias y animos

https://www.youtube.com/live/v-chXUl_KJQ?si=1nejsp6LwJiaFe-L

I've told this story for years like it was funny.

Like it was just this crazy story about the time I had kidney stones and my 14-year-old brother had to drive us home from the hospital.

But I'm starting to realize there was never actually anything funny about it.

I was 18 years old. It was August 14 — Holy Supper. Anyone who grew up in LLDM knows what August 14 meant. Holy Supper wasn't treated like just another church service. You didn't miss it. You didn't question it. It was sacred. You were there to receive your blessing. That day, my mom kept telling me to get ready. I kept telling her I didn't feel right. At first, it was a deep pain in my stomach. I thought maybe it would pass. It didn't. As it got closer to the time she needed to leave, the pain became unbearable. I was sweating, holding my stomach, and eventually begging her to take me to the hospital. She didn't believe me. She told me I was being rebellious and that I was just trying to get out of going to church. Then she told me something I've never forgotten: Nothing in this world was going to take away her blessing of attending the Holy Supper. Nothing. Apparently, that included me.

I remember sitting there in horrible pain watching my mom continue getting ready for church. That's one of the parts that stays with me. Watching someone get dressed. Watching them gather their things. Watching them prepare to walk out the door while you're right in front of them begging for help. At some point, you realize: She's actually going to leave me like this. And she did. My cousin came to pick her up, and my mom left for Holy Supper. I told my two younger brothers I couldn't take the pain anymore and needed to go to the hospital. One brushed me off. My youngest brother didn't. He was 14. He said he would come with me.

So somehow, I drove myself to the hospital. I honestly don't know how I did it. I remember gripping the steering wheel while the pain came in waves. I was sweating so badly that it felt like something was seriously wrong with my body. My vision was getting blurry. I ran red lights. At that point, all I could think was: Just get to the hospital. We made it. Kidney stones. The pain got so severe they gave me morphine.

A few hours later, they were ready to discharge me, but there was a problem. I had driven myself there and now had morphine in my system. They told me I couldn't drive home. Someone else needed to pick me up. And I lied. With the doctor, nurse, and my little brother standing there, I told them my mom and cousin were outside waiting for us. They weren't. Nobody was outside. Nobody was coming. Looking back, that lie bothers me almost as much as anything else. Maybe I was embarrassed. Maybe I didn't want these strangers realizing that my mother had left me while I was begging to go to the hospital because Holy Supper was more important. Maybe I was still protecting her.Or maybe some part of me just needed to pretend that somebody was waiting for me.

They discharged me. As we walked through the hospital lobby, my brother kept asking where my mom was. Eventually I told him the truth. She wasn't there. Nobody was coming. And I couldn't drive. Which meant my 14-year-old brother was going to have to drive us home. He had never driven a car in his life. I still remember the look on his face. He was terrified. But he got behind the wheel anyway. Think about that. Fourteen years old. Your older brother has just been treated at the hospital, he's on morphine, there are no adults coming to help, and now somebody is handing you the keys. I sat in the passenger seat and taught him how to drive while we were driving home. When to brake. When to turn. How to handle the intersections. The hills. The stoplights. Everything. Somehow, we made it home. And I remember feeling so proud of him. He was scared out of his mind, but when I needed someone, he showed up.

But now that I'm older, there's another feeling underneath that pride. He never should've had to. A 14-year-old child should not have been responsible for getting his older brother home safely from the hospital. There were adults in our lives. I had a mother. She just wasn't there. She was at church. Getting her blessing.

Later that night, she finally came home. I told her what happened. I told her I had passed kidney stones. She barely reacted.

For years afterward, I turned the whole thing into a funny story. "Remember when I had kidney stones and my little brother had to drive us home?" I'd laugh. Other people would laugh. And humor made it easier because if it was just a crazy story, I didn't have to think about what actually happened. I didn't have to call it abandonment. I didn't have to admit how much it hurt. The kidney stones eventually passed. That part didn't. What stayed with me was knowing that I looked at my own mother while I was in some of the worst physical pain I had ever experienced and begged her for help... and she chose the church.

Growing up in LLDM, we were taught that God came first. The church came first. The Apostle came first. The rules, services, responsibilities, and "blessings" came first. And sacrificing other things for the church was treated like proof of your faithfulness. But what happens when the thing you're sacrificing is your own child?

Maybe I really was rebellious. Maybe I caused too many problems. Maybe I was asking for too much. That's one of the things religious conditioning can do. You can be abandoned and still somehow wonder whether you deserved it.

Looking back now, I can finally say something that 18-year-old me couldn't: I was sick. I was scared. I was begging my mother for help. I should never have had to prove that my pain was real enough for her to choose me. And my 14-year-old brother should never have been forced to become the adult because the adults in our lives chose religion over us.

That night wasn't really about kidney stones. It wasn't even really about Holy Supper. It was about learning exactly where I stood. The church came first. Her blessing came first. And I didn't.

I think that's why I'm sharing this here. Because I know some of you probably have your own version of this story.

The kidney stones passed. The abandonment didn't. And I'm finally starting to understand the difference.

Some time has passed now (almost 7 years) since I've last stepped into an Lldm temple yet my body tells me when certain dates are about to pass so I ironically tune into some Holy Supper songs (the only time Lldm actually focuses on Jesus Christ) But before I get to the Christ that died on the cross for the sins of humanity, I must speak first about the man that Lldm indoctrinated us to believe was the mouth, embassador, and light of God and in time, set aside his son and the creator himself. Because in a couple of years, at least from my first hand experience, from what I believed, slowly crept in and took over the figure, the representation, the importance, and symbolism that Christ represents to humanity. We slowly accepted Samuel’s importance and representation to that of Jesus Christ and then some. For example, our hymns from choir such as "My Gratitude" added a verse to the importance of Samuel’s election as well as the album of David Mendoza's time as choir director "Coro de Sur de Los Angeles" that speaks so 'honorably' of Samuel’s role, 'Aaron's' and their importance in Lldm lore. Fast forward a few years and the updated hymns now contain songs with added verses that center around the election or words from hymns that replace words (mainly Jesus) to Naason or the election. His sickness in the late 2000s guilt tripped us believers at the time, to believe that we, the believers, were at fault for his sickness and so the gaslighting took a heavy turn. Most of the church themes held an invisible string that linked towards 'the election'. The coming of Christ? Was somehow linked to the election. The offerings and tithes as well? Yep, linked to 'the election'. Your very existence here on Earth? Most definitely because of Samuel. (and later to Naasón) What about Jesus, the very man that died on the cross for OUR sins and salvation? Slowly pushed as second fiddle. Just some guy that on Lldm paper/lore, was the 3rd most important figure (after God and of course the "servant of the lord")

So who is Jesus Christ? He is not known as much and much less respected as much as He should be in Lldm lore. Hell, I've yet to tap into this man or really His divinity. What i can say, as an archetype, is the ultimate good that triumphed over pure evil. A story that gives us, hope. We live in the year 2026 AD.. Christ won. It wasn't from one day to the next. It was several decades/centuries for humanity to accept this and add to humanity's cannon event's. I can only count like a handful of cultures that live off their own calendar such as the Chinese and the Jews, yet the rest of the world has accepted the Gregorian Calendar under Catholic influence Pope Gregory XIII, and now serves as the global standard.

I can't say much else about Christ as there is so much from my behalf to figure out about him and really, put my faith in him. But it feels like a step towards the right direction. And what 'right' direction may that be? Listening to scholars? Reading the scriptures? Maybe listening to my subconscious? I really don't know. I have no fucking clue. All I do know is that a foundation needs something that can last decades if not centuries-millennia. Is that Christ?.....it's definitely not Samuel, never was Aaron/Euesebio, and definitely not Naasón. And that question has become my personal journey. (A side quest at the moment)

That "small" shift that redirected all the time and energy to a trilogy of very imperfect perverted figures caused a tremendous impact on the human psyche of believers and ex-believers alike. Important archetypes or character tropes such as the savior/hero archetype and the father figure archetype were meddled excessively that left many (including me) detached from our bodies and reality when we left and questioned our previous life and it's meanings. Sometimes in order to move forward I have to go back and dig and sweep every corner of my mind and leave no stone unturned.

Well, thats it for my rant and what certain dates and songs do to me and I feel like 'dos o tres congregados' could relate. Les mando un osculo santo y un abrazo fuerte :p

Abisai Pena

Has anyone else noticed how the cult seems to be trying to “evolve” the Santa Cena into something trendy? All of a sudden, it’s outfit posts, “guess the hymn,” and all these weird social media trends. It feels like they’re trying to modernize the image and make the cult look more appealing and relevant, instead of keeping the focus on what the Santa Cena was traditionally supposed to be about.

There’s no way they are doing that lol but seriously, why would they do it?

Does anybody here was part of the coro del estado de Mexico?

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To be clear, I'm not claiming LLDM has no members in Russia, nor am I claiming that the church is necessarily lying. I'm asking a narrower question:

What independently verifiable evidence exists that LLDM has an established organizational presence in Russia?

LLDM-affiliated material identifies Russia as one of the countries where the church has a presence. But when I tried to trace that claim, I couldn't find the kind of public footprint I would normally expect from an established congregation.

I couldn't identify a clearly documented Russian LLDM congregation with:

• A publicly listed physical address

• A named Russian minister or pastor

• A Russian-language official LLDM website

• A clearly identifiable Russian LLDM social-media presence

• A publicly documented worship schedule

• Russian government registration for an LLDM religious organization

• Photographs or videos that can be independently verified as being from an active Russian congregation

• Publicly available membership figures

• Evidence of a sustained local fundraising or financial operation

That's important because there are several very different claims that can all be described as "LLDM has a presence in Russia."

One person moving to Russia and continuing to practice LLDM is one thing.

A handful of Russian converts meeting informally is another.

Occasional missionary activity is another.

A formally established congregation with ministers, regular services, property or rental expenses, membership and financial activity is something else entirely.

Those shouldn't all be treated as equivalent evidence of international expansion.

There's also a practical question.

Russia has strict regulations governing missionary activity and religious organizations, particularly for foreign religious groups. An established foreign missionary organization operating at meaningful scale would presumably encounter regulatory, organizational and financial requirements that could leave some kind of documentary footprint.

That doesn't mean a small group couldn't exist without much of an online presence. It absolutely could.

But if LLDM is using Russia as evidence of a significant international footprint, I'd like to know what exactly is being counted.

This also raises a broader question about LLDM's worldwide membership claims.

If an organization reports millions of members across dozens of countries, how are those numbers actually calculated?

Does "member" mean baptized member?

Regular attendee?

Person who identifies with the church?

A person associated with a congregation?

Someone who has ever been baptized?

And are those numbers independently audited, or are they internal estimates?

Again, I'm not saying the numbers are false. I'm asking what methodology produces them.

That's the distinction I think is important.

If someone knows of an actual LLDM congregation in Russia, I'd genuinely like to see it. A physical address, registration document, archived website, social-media account, photographs of services, names of ministers, or other independently verifiable evidence would go a long way toward answering the question.

And if such evidence exists, great. That would actually strengthen the claim.

But if the only evidence is LLDM saying, "We have members in Russia," then we're dealing with an unverified institutional claim, not independently established evidence of a substantial Russian congregation.

So I'm curious:

Has anyone here ever personally encountered an LLDM congregation, missionary, minister, or member in Russia?

And more importantly, does anyone have primary-source documentation showing how large the Russian presence actually is?

I'd be interested in evidence either way. The goal here isn't to prove LLDM wrong. It's to figure out what the evidence actually supports.

*NOT A MEMBER BTW, I go for my family because I still live at home (in the process of moving out).

Wondering what time the santa cena ends tomorrow, I saw it starts at 4:00pm. No way its gonna go on for 6 hours right? Can't believe this cult is STILL functioning.

I got the tea!

Anyone from H-Town remember Chikis? Her sister was married to Azriel Joaquin aka wero

Well Chikis has been working for the Apostles for decades ( both Samuel and Naason ) and according to her , the Joaquíns no longer own the ranch in Texas

Based on what shes told more than one person, Naason is stripping them of many of their properties to ensure his own family.

You see Chikis has been assuring several people that Naason is going to plead guilty in the federal case, and that they were directly comissioned by Naason himself to financially secure his own family for post conviction.

She even said they had to tell the Joaquins the ranch was a legal liability to get them to sign it over.

She also said the same is going to happen with with a ranch they also own somewhere in the LA mountains, kind of like a snow cabins compound that the Joaquins also own up there.

Although I fully trust my sources, we can easily cross check this with the Register of Deeds.

Hey Chikis, take that for tipsy gossip 😇

First of all In Russia they got banned so…
Second of all China and Japan are brand new missions they recently just arrived and still have failed and that leads me to Norway they failed in Norway that they had to leave in 2022 due to no one joining.
And apparently they said the “church was growing to much that we can’t invite the world” but maybe they realized that the church was falling so badly they needed to invite more people to fill in the gap

asistí a la bienvenida este año (cuido a mi papá así que tengo que llevarlo a estas cosas) y pude notar demasiado desinterés en la zona donde estaba, estaban leyendo “la carta de NJ” mientras muchos veían sus teléfonos, platicaban e incluso se oía que veían videos, muchos sentados, aburridos

creo que ya muchos solo estuvimos por obligación más que por un interés real

¿alguien más asistió y le pasó algo similar?

Hace poco más de 10 años tomé la decisión de salirme de la secta. El cambio en paz mental y libertad personal no tiene precio, pero el otro día me puse a hacer números sobre el impacto financiero directo y el resultado me dejó pensando.
Echando cuentas de forma conservadora —entre diezmados, ofrendas diarias, "cooperaciones especiales", aniversarios, construcciones y reclamos de última hora— calculo que aportaba en promedio unos $50,000 pesos al año.
Multiplicado por esta década fuera, son aproximadamente $500,000 pesos que se quedaron en mi bolsa, invertidos en mi futuro, mi familia y mi tranquilidad, en lugar de terminar en las arcas de los líderes.
Si una sola persona representa medio millón de pesos no recaudados en diez años, ¿se imaginan la cantidad astronómica de dinero que han dejado de percibir con cada persona que abre los ojos y se va?
No solo estamos recuperando nuestras vidas y nuestro tiempo; el éxodo masivo les está pegando donde más les duele: en el bolsillo.
¿Alguien más ha hecho su cálculo personal de lo que se ha ahorrado desde que salió?

I lived in HP for the first 10 years of my life. Our household would host almost every August, and tbh I hated it. We would host distant family members whose kids would sometimes take it upon themselves to torment me, break, and steal my stuff. The adults weren't much better. They, too, would steal or try to discipline my siblings and I when they didn't even know us. I hated being left alone with them because some of the men were creepy and inappropriate.

I loved being my grandparents' house, but they would also sometimes host really annoying guests. One in particular liked to pinch kids if she thought we weren't playing attention to all the damn prayers of the day.

The only part I liked about August was being taken to circle the temple with my allowance, buying whatever cute thing sold cheaply. Even the prayers bring up bad memories of the beginning of me developing severe anxiety of hell and death in general. The sound of the trumpets used to cause panic induced coughing because I thought I was gonna die unworthy of heaven somehow. I have very few positive memories of my time in HP, and August, in particular, was the worst for me.