|I call the library because I love people and I know that cult-life is very limiting. Most of the cult members will be lifers; it's a hell of a thing to face yourself and admit that everything based your existence on turns out to be a lie. The more a person believes in something, the harder it is to face the facts.|
By your response alone, can't you see that you are reacting emotionally, not rationally. Are you really happy? Yoi are la creme de la creme. You are a devotee of the Living Lord. You know the divine secret. You are superior to all other beings. You are making it. You are travelling toward perfection. You are a very lucky human being. God is always looking out for you. Your destiny is MJ. He will come to you in your last breath to escort you to that permanet bliss. If you continue your good works, you may have the opportunity to live with him and serve him day and night.
I became like a Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde. I was adorable while in direct
contact with cult activities, yet, I could be extremely hurtful to others when I wasn't on for the purpose of my life-- promoting MJ and K. I was quick to get into things and quick to get out. After all, nothing except Goomer and K are permanent.
New people weren't potential friends; they were recruits for the cult. How far do these cult friendships go? Not very! In fact, When we joined the cult, we lost touch with old friends who didn't want to join. Our families were merely tolerated and fleeced for cash. The cult was everything: our friends and our Family of Love. We have become accustomed to greeting everyone equally; we have met the bag people; the stinky ones; the dangerous ones; the seriously mentally ill ones; the pompous, arrogant, realized ones; the givers; the takers; the users; the abusers; and, of course, the biggest hippocrate, the most derranged abuser, the most arrogant, the most deceitful--Guru Margarine himself?
If this were K of all K's, why aren't you more satisfied in your
day-to-day life? After all these years of reaching for K and MJ, shouldn't you be a little more perfect yourself? You are getting worse, not better. 'Ye shall know HIM by his FRUITS.' I'm afraid you don't make a very good advertisement. I don't want anymore wonderful people, like you once were, to have their lives ruined, so I call the library.