Korean Methodist Church
A
few weeks after I arrived in that
city, Kristin showed up and got
in touch. She said she had been in the first southeast Asian country where we had been
together and that she had gone there to attend the Korean
Methodist church again. She had
asked me a number of times in the past to take her back to that country so that
we can attend the Korean Methodist church again. I had declined because: (1) the country
was way too spiritually unclean, violent,
sexually dangerous
for her, and resistant to the Gospel; (2) as the protector alter
kept lashing out at me and pushing me away, our relationship had deteriorated so
much that I couldn't provide her with 24/7 protection that she needed in that
country; and
(3) while the sermons at that Korean Methodist church were good, we really
needed a church that preached like that in English, not through a translator.
Kristin said that when she returned to that Korean Methodist church, the pastor and the translator lady received her warmly and asked her where I was. She told them that we are no longer together because I had taken her to Poland and just abandoned her there. She said they didn't believe her, and the pastor told her that I wasn't someone who would do that, especially not to her. Instead of apologizing to me for having told lies about me to the people at that Korean Methodist church, she wanted me to comfort her because she was offended that they didn't believe her lies, which she believed to be true.
The fact that this was the protector alter who suffers from borderline personality disorder and not the Kristin whom I had known during our first four years was affirmed when she said that at many places in the city that had the Korean Methodist church, the two-year-old alter kept telling her, "We were here," and "We were here too," but she had no memory of being in those places because she hadn't been "up" most of the time when we were living in that city.
She thankfully hadn't been raped while there but appeared to have had more demons enter her, as she kept saying that when I am speaking to her, she is having trouble hearing me because the demons are repeatedly telling her, "He rejected you... He didn't marry you... He rejected you... He didn't marry you..."
I told her to stop listening to the demons, and commanded them in the name of Jesus to shut up and to come out of her, but she continued to struggle, became increasingly abusive, and continued to reject my calls to receive counseling.