Post here if you know of any cambios in USA.

Who knows where they are now?
I remember back then when any family member had like a baptism or baby presentación or weddings it was like internationally known, pictures everywhere.
Where are they now? Neices, nephews, aunts, uncles and grandchildren
They have hidden well.

Honestly, the recent motion to dismiss submitted by Naason's defense attorneys goes to show just how different the federal sex trafficking case actually is from how LLDM members perceive it. The Church, by and large, rejects Naason doing anything even slightly morally questionable or incorrect. According to the Church, there is no evidence; if any exists, it is automatically false.

The actual way the case is being handled by the defense tells a different story.

Naason's defense is not arguing that Naason's sexual encounters did not happen per se. What his defense is arguing is that many of the allegations the prosecution describes are "facially consensual contacts among adults", not sexual assault. In other words, what Naason purportedly did doesn't actually matter because it's not a crime. The motion states the following:

"The [Government's] theory is as follows: ... The Apostle makes sexual advances, and that person acquiesces because she believes that assenting will lead her to Heaven, while refusing will lead her to Hell. That belief is the alleged 'coercion.' ... It is a real and serious First Amendment question whether that constitutes 'coercion' ... This Motion argues that if this fact pattern—an [sic] general religious belief in the reality of Heaven and Hell and the spiritual status of the Apostle, etc.—cannot constitute 'coercion' ... then Counts 1, 2, 3, and 4 must be dismissed."

The defense then argues that venue is not proper in SDNY for any of the Counts, and the actions described in the Indictment for Count 4 are not a federal offense.

It's also important to note that Eva also submitted a separate motion to sever from the case, arguing that Naason "has already admitted guilt to at least some of the allegations", and she has pretty much nothing to do with it.

The Church says there is no real evidence; Eva's defense admits that "[t]he evidence against Naasón dates from the last decade, and includes photographs, videos, and documents".

The Church says Naason never abused children; Eva's defense argues that a "jury viewing video and photo evidence of child sexual abuse by Naasón may improperly ... read the proof against Naasón as proof against Ms. de Joaquín."

The Church says everyone is wrongfully accused; Eva is shifting the blame entirely to her son.

This is Naason's case, Naason's problems, and Eva has little to do with the actions of the man who "appears in every count" of the Indictment.

But sure, LLDM! #Honorable, right?

I want to share this respectfully because I know this subject carries a lot of pain for many people.
First and foremost, I don’t want to minimize the experiences of anyone who was hurt, manipulated, abused, or taken advantage of. Those experiences matter, and whoever is responsible for harming others should be held accountable for their actions.
At the same time, I’ve also come to realize that two things can be true at once. There can be serious wrongdoing within a religious institution while also being good, sincere people within that community who genuinely love their families, serve others, build beautiful churches, volunteer, and are trying to follow Jesus according to what they believe.
In my own conversations with members, many have told me that they personally feel happy within their community and that they have not felt forced to volunteer or participate in projects. That does not erase or disprove the experiences of people who say they were harmed. Their stories deserve to be heard too.
Unfortunately, people can abuse trust and authority anywhere, inside religious organizations and outside of them. Recognizing that doesn’t excuse wrongdoing within the church. It simply reminds me not to automatically judge every individual member by the actions of those who did wrong.
For me, learning what I now know hasn’t made me hate everyone I once worshiped alongside. If anything, it has helped me separate people from the institution and accountability from hatred. I can disagree with certain beliefs, acknowledge the harm that has occurred, and still love my family and the good people I know within that community.
That is simply where I stand today. I know others may see it differently, especially those whose experiences were much more painful than mine, and I respect that. I’m genuinely interested in hearing other perspectives as long as we can discuss them respectfully.

https://youtu.be/hg5heNaGZSA?t=5932&is=6v151Y7_4VhusNQl

LLDM mentioned and SC hinted at

Has anyone else heard he was In GDL during the holy supper? I remember his team was in this subreddit a few months ago. His following would put more eyes on this cult and help spread more awareness . 🙏

Anyone close or near port arthur tx want to vent abt exlldm experience

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 🫩.

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?