I was born in '66, so was 8 (and then 9) in '75. Honestly, I don't remember a thing about it prior to that year. My dad was (and still professes to be) of the anointed and my mom was very zealous; I was the youngest of four. Don't recall them ever speaking of a year--although it was very clear during that time that Armageddon was coming at any moment. However...
For some reason, my father gave up his plum job at Chrysler in Detroit to move wayyy up to northern Michigan "where the need was great," taking a minimum wage job and plunging us (to my mother's chagrin) into virtual poverty. When exactly was that? January of '74!
It's clear to me that, considering all the hype over '75, my parents thought they were doing the selfless, organizationally correct thing to chuck it all right before the expected planetary cataclysm. Would they admit this?
I don't think so. Sometime a short while after '75, I heard about a former family friend, an elder, who'd left the organization. My brother-in-law smirkingly said, "He was a seventy-fiver." When I asked my mom what that meant, she said somthing like, "Ohhh, some people got the wrong idea about some of the things the Society said about 1975. But they never actually said any of those things."
I also remember my dad saying something similar. But, when you've submitted to complete indoctrination, you've exposed all of your children and several other family members to this authority structure, and you've moved your once-well-off family into the pit of poverty for its sake...I s'pose it's kinda hard to admit, huh?
There are things that I believe, hold them closely to my heart
I may myself deceive, to keep on feeling smart
As time itself advances, new facts come to the fore
My mind will do its dances, it helps me to ignore
Two conflicting notions, now what to think—oh dear!
My brain sets into motion, says, “Looky over here!”
Beliefs are funny things, they really keep you hopping
When truth brings on its stings, sometimes they need some propping
But if the truth is really—your primary intention
You must avoid those silly—cog-ni-tive inventions
The mind creates a smokescreen, a most deceptive state
It causes you to weigh things—with a ‘faulty set of weights’
If your love for truth is strong, set your pride upon a shelf
Admit you could be wrong, and be honest with yourself
-Confession