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In the fall of 2015, I began college in a very small town in the middle of nowhere. Its population as of 2019 is 55,489. This town was in the middle of the midwestern state that I lived in, in the middle of the Great Plains. The town was pretty much only existent because of the college. It was a state college which has about 20,000 students a year. As you could imagine, the college brought in a plethora of faculty, business and really put the town on the map. I personally stuck out like a sore thumb. You see, even though I lived in the Bible Belt, I had been Wiccan since I was 15. A big aspect about my personality is that I'm very accepting. I mention this because it ultimately led to some major chaos later on. I'm the class clown, mom, friend, type. I'm sure you know the type. Goofy and caring and pretty much ride or die. So I was in the middle of nowhere at the beginning of my college career and I was surrounded by strangers who were just as nervous and awkward as I was due to being in the middle of the Bible Belt. My friends really loved my tarot card medium future seeing Persona. Quickly, while making new friends, I ran into a few folks who just wanted to learn how to read tarot. We lived in the same dorm community. They were nice and I loved teaching. So that's how I ended up getting into cahoots with Alex, Davis, April, Sam, Rosie, Katie, and Sky. They were friends from the prior year. So I was sort of folded into the friend group as the newest, shiniest object. After mentioning that I read tarot, the group was over the moon about it. One afternoon in the basement of our dormitory, I had a tarot reading session for the group. It was a lazy fall day, mid November. Surrounded by soda cans, Kit Kats, and our schoolwork, I began to read each and every group member's cards. With reading, you start to peek into a person's soul. Each card gives you a sliver of personhood. I quite regularly have to console people for the truth that lies within the reading. I often have to play the role of the therapist after the cards read people for filth. So it was unsurprising to me when the group sat in shock and curiosity, goosebumps prickling their arms. It was a normal response. Hours flew by and I did general readings, question based readings, love life readings, you name it. As the time rolled on, more of my talent slipped out. Soon I was reading poems, giving psychic advice, and talking about my Wiccan journey. I believed that what you take from the earth, you should give back. It is inherent in my belief system to do everything with love, to never mean any ill will. Alex had asked me if I could teach them about my belief systems, then Katie, then Davis. Before I knew it, everyone in the group had asked for an impromptu teaching. Don't get this wrong, I loved teaching, but more so I craved this positive attention. My childhood was quite awful. I was very abused. I just wanted people who cared about me. These people were some of the first to seem to really care about me, who were really interested in what I had to say. So with rose colored glasses I began a fun little info sesh with my brand new friends. I didn't see the warning signs. What started out as little meetings in the study rooms turned into hour long lectures with a group hung to every word I said. As we got closer, more of my horrific past was uncovered. I shared tales of my trauma, of all the times I should have died, of the beatings, of how my own mother tried to murder me. I thought that I had found my tribe. I was really excited and pleased to be around these folks. I didn't start to see the warning signs until it was way too late. Things went smoothly for a while. A routine of teaching the group, hanging out, having dinner and talking about normal things like school and what was going on in the dormitory communities. Things felt pretty normal and I liked it. One of the group members, Davis, was transitioning from female to male and he struggled a lot with his identity. He was raised in a pretty strict household, so his transition wasn't taken very well by his family. He also struggled with bpd which made people in the group uncomfortable, I think because they didn't understand it. Keep in mind, mental health at the time wasn't really something people were open about as it was the Bible Belt. So Davis would occasionally act erratic, start fights, get worked up, cry randomly, etc. I'm sure part of this was due to transitioning. I can't imagine how emotional and hard it would be to go through that. What really set things off was when Davis had started doubting if he should fully transition or not. Davis had already been on testosterone for quite some time, was male presenting, but did not have top surgery yet. One day right before spring break, Davis had worn a dress, makeup and heels around campus. At the time I thought it was kind of strange, but I figured it was Davis life so it didn't matter to me. The rest of the group however, started to obsess over this. It was very out of character, but the group thought there was more to it. When Davis left for Glass adorned in his dress and heels, Alex had started speculating. There is a long, weird history between Alex, Davis and Sky. One where Davis was sort of relationship like flirting with both Alex and Sky, creating some animosity. Alex and sky were best friends, but Davis had sort of wiggled his way into both of their hearts. Alex wasn't one to really discuss their feelings, so they pretended this love triangle didn't affect them. But Alex had become bitter After Davis had walked out, sky in tow, Alex began their speculation. What's wrong with him? Why is he acting like that? It's like I hardly know him. Katie, one for Gossip, joined in. It's honestly like Davis is a completely different person. I don't know who he is, but I hate him. He's taking advantage of Sky. The rest of the conversation began to snowball. It was a frustrating situation for those who had been in the friend group for a long time. I was pretty much indifferent. I didn't know what was going on and honestly I thought that people were kind of making a fuss out of nothing. If you're uncomfortable with what's happening, then talk it out. I digress. I had been working on a term paper, not really minding too much about the conversation until April asked me, do you think he could be messing around with some bad magic? I shrugged. Davis had asked about love spells and other stuff that I don't really mess with. He was really into the idea that he could put a spell on someone and make them fall in love with them. I had told him that taking away free will is something that you should never mess with. The universe doesn't do too kindly to those who harm, obstruct, or take free will away from someone. April had been there when Davis asked. When Alex looked questioningly at her, April spilled the beans. Something in Alex's face contorted as if you could see their heartbreak turn into pure rage. Alex excused themselves and that was that. I remember being a little stressed about the situation. I hated conflict back then. I was spending spring break at Rosie's house. Her and Sam lived in the same town. Alex and Katie would be there too. When I agreed to spend the break with them, it was before drama had started. But by the time we got to spring break, it was way too late to change my plans. The whole break was spent listening to the conspiracy grow. The four of them had begun to elaborate on this bad magic idea. Rosie thought maybe Davis was possessed. I told them that I didn't think it was likely I had a feeling that things were starting to go awry. Things felt weird. I had never been in the presence of a group of people who just accused another of being possessed. Things were weird. When I shot down the possession idea, they mentioned the time that Davis growled the week prior. We were playing a game online when Davis growled as a response, I had jokingly said that he sounded like a demon. I still told them it was nothing, but they would not let up. Realizing I was in trouble, I came up with a quick solution. I told them that we could do some protection spells so if anything was going awry we would be okay. That seemed to appease them well enough. Luckily they left the topic alone until we were heading back to campus. We need to do an exorcism on Davis, rosie said with a wild look in her eyes. Rosie had dabbled in paganism before she had met me, so she already had a solid set of beliefs and theories. The issue here, however, was that Rosie and Sam thought they could use their paganism as a tool to control those around them. I tried to correct this thought process as it was against my belief system, which they seemed really receptive to until they felt threatened. Davis had sent a text message to Rosie about some drama with Alex and Sky, sending Rosie into a spiral. Before I knew it, the narrative shifted into Davis is possessed by the demon Lilith. I didn't know what to do. I told them he wasn't. I said it didn't make any sense. I was too late. I didn't know. I figured that if I got back to campus, took some time away from them, everyone would calm down. So that's what I did. I tried to do as much damage control as I could on the rest of the ride. But then when I got back to the dorm, I locked myself away in my room. When asked, I just said I was behind on work from spring break. Things were quiet and I felt safe. I figured it was just temporary insanity or something. I was sitting downstairs talking to April after a few days after I'd locked myself away. We were just chit chatting about what she had done over the break when I saw Rosie and Katie rush past the sitting room. They were frantic. They waved at us when they ran past but didn't say anything. A bit later, sky ran in the same direction, crying. When he saw us, he rushed in. Davis said he's a demon and needed to be exorcised. I jumped on my feet and started running toward his door. Sam and Alex stood in the hallway. Their faces hardened when they saw Me, sky and April walking up. You're not allowed in here. Davis is a danger to you, Sam said. He admitted he was possessed. He's not possessed. Let me in there, I said. We bickered for a while until I said that if they're going to do an exorcism, they needed me in there. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Davis was laid on the bed, tied to the bed frame. He was crying. Rosie and Katie were inside, setting things around the bed. Rosie held a tattered old book in her hand. There was sage burning on a plate. Katie yelled something, but I couldn't focus. I just kept thinking that these people were crazy. All I could see was Davis crying on the bed. I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was possessed. I didn't know I was gonna hurt you. Davis wailed, shaking. We're gonna get the demon out. You're gonna be I just kept saying that he wasn't possessed, but nobody was listening to me. That's when I saw the knife. It was bronze in color with something dark crusted on it. It sat in a bowl from the dining hall, set in a mix of what looked like salt and what looked like blood. In shock, I looked over to Rosie, spotting a bloody gauze on her arm. It was like my whole world stopped at this point. I had realized these people were crazy. I didn't think they were killer crazy. I had seen enough scary movies that I could only imagine what was going to happen. I grabbed the knife and cut through the cloth that tied Davis down, grabbed his wrist and bolted from the room. I called Davis mom and told her to come get him. We went to my dorm until she got there with me, just trying to talk some sense into him. Davis went home shortly after Rosie, Katie, Sam, and Alex were all blowing up my phone. April had come with me when I ran out with Davis. When he had gone home, she had started to talk about how I needed to be careful because if Hillary Clinton was elected president, it's because of me and because I'm special. My mother had told me that she had to kill me or else the government would get me, that I was special. April knew this. Apparently she believed it too. I just nodded, telling her I needed to go to sleep. After she left, I had started filing paperwork to transfer schools. I moved two hours away, blocked everyone and their phone numbers, and I couldn't believe everything that had happened. But looking back, I had started to see that the signs were there all along. The passing. You're like witchy Jesus or blind faith in everything I said. The most memorable moment was when I told them that the sky was actually green. I was just joking around, being sarcastic, but April and Alex just nodded when I said I was joking. April defended them, saying, well, technically the sky just reflects the earth, so it kind of is green. Hindsight is 20 20. I accidentally started a cult creating a small hellhole where everyone blindly believed everything I said and they thought I was the modern day Jesus. So to my former cult members that I unintentionally recruited, I don't want to hear from any of you ever again for as long as I live. Also, please get help. My brothers, my partner, best friend and I all recently took a trip to Kansas City to go to the Orville Peg concert. We waited until sort of the last minute to reserve an Airbnb because we weren't 100% sure who all was going. Nonetheless, we found one just outside of Kansas City in a suburb called Grandview, and it was at a pretty reasonable rate. The host's overall rating was good, and we didn't see anything out of the ordinary when reading the first few reviews, so we thought we had gotten a pretty good deal. We arrived in Grandview a little after 3pm Our Airbnb was on the bottom floor of the owner's home, and as we pulled up to the house, we had noticed quite a bit of religious signs and statues on the lawn. Now don't get me wrong, I don't have an issue with people believing what they want to believe in, so as long as it doesn't infringe on other people's rights. But here we are, a group of very visibly queer folks about to attend a gay country concert, blindly walking into someone's home that we'd be staying in for the next two nights. We decided that there was nothing to be worried about and that after all, we technically were in the Bible Belt, so we shouldn't be surprised that we were staying in the home of someone who was religious. My brother and partner called the host and met her at the door of our guest suite. She showed them around while the rest of us got our suitcases unloaded. When they came back to meet us, they said that she was super nice and again our minds were eased. We decided to hang out, order food and rest a little before we headed off to the concert that night. Our comfort didn't last long though. While we were getting our suitcases unpacked and laying around in one of the bedrooms of our guest suite, my youngest brother was casually looking through the drawers of dressers and side tables as anyone would do. Most of what he found was normal. Extra bed sheets, pens, paper, tablets. Nothing really out of the ordinary. That is, until he came across something that would completely change our outlook on the trip. Inside the drawer was a Bible. Not super weird considering where we were staying, but as he was flipping through the pages of it, a small tin foil packet fell out of it. Now, for those of you who don't know anything about drugs or what they look like, what fell out of that Bible? Rhymes with smack, star, Syrone. That's right. Not even 30 minutes into our stay, my youngest brother found hard drugs in the folds of a Bible. At this point, we weren't really sure what to do. We didn't want to tell the hosts and we most certainly didn't want to call the cops. We contemplated taking the packet and throwing it away at some random gas station, but ultimately we decided to put it back where we found it and act like none of us had seen it. We got food and started getting ready for the concert. While the rest of us got ready, my partner, who was not going to the concert, had started reading through the household handbook. Everything seemed pretty standard except for a few lines that read something like we will respect your privacy as long as you respect ours. We can be as available as you need us to be, and if you're interested in speaking about the ministries of God, feel free to reach out again. I have nothing against people following the religions that they do, but that seems like an awfully out of place thing to put in your house rules handbook for your guest suite. There were a few other books around the guest suite that stuck out as a little off base, with titles like Teaching Men how to Comprehend How Women Think and How Women Should Think. We ignored these things for the most part. Aside from my partner, who was now freaked out about being left alone at the suite while the rest of us all went off to the concert. I told him to just not really worry about it, that it's not that big of a deal. He's a worrywart though, so as soon as we left, he had locked himself in the bedroom and had started looking a little more into the books that we found. He came to the realization that the books were associated with a group called the International House of Prayer, a prominent religious cult founded in Kansas City, a majority of whose members live in the Grandview suburb where we were staying at. I could write a whole separate post about the beliefs of International House of Prayer members, but essentially they were an evangelical Christian group that has a functioning 247 prayer room that's been going nonstop since 1999. There's also a murder cover up case associated with the group, but again, it's way too much to go over here. We got back from the concert really late, so he didn't really mention much about it that night, but he was quick to tell us all about it the next morning. At this point we thought, okay, these people are part of some weird church. Whatever, it's fine. That explains some of the weird rules and books we had found. We left for the day to go hang out around the city and when we got back to rest my friend and partner had started doing some more reading on the Groove. That is when they found out that we were actually staying in one of the prominent leaders houses. We figured this out by cross referencing the names of our hosts with the names of the important members of the International House of Prayer University's website. After this we had started to snoop a little more. In our suite we found large barrels of dried food, a jug of some liquid that we later found out is what they drink while they fast, and lots more of International House of Prayer teaching materials. Basically, it seemed like they were completely prepared for some sort of end of times rapture. Eventually we did go back and read more thoroughly through the reviews and we found a few that would have set off some major red flags. For example, one review stated how the mill owner brought a gun out in front of the people who were staying there. Yeah, big yikes. Not to mention if there was even a hint of a negative review left, the host would leave a snarky reply. Needless to say, we spent as much of our time as possible away from that Airbnb as we could for the remainder of our trip. And although we were never in any direct danger, we did feel very uncomfortable with the whole thing. I don't even really know where to start. I'm a 28 year old female and my brother is 25. We've always been very close considering we're only three years apart in age and had started hanging around the same friend circle in our mid teens. I had to move back in with my parents after a failed hell shared long story and my brother has lived in a house down the road from my parents home for the last four years. He works from home but only part time and he hates his job. He came over about a month ago for coffee during his lunch break and I was off work that day. So we got to chatting and he told me about this girl, his friend Kieran had set him up with on a blind date. He was really excited about it. He went on the date a fortnight ago and I heard all about it the next day. I'm gonna call her Sarah. So he told me that Sarah was gorgeous, a year older than him, tall and slim, long blonde hair and green eyes. He said that she's probably one of the most beautiful women he's ever met. I was so happy for him because I don't think he's had a girlfriend since he was 18. And the way he was talking about this girl made her sound like they got on like a house on fire. He brought up that at the end of the day she did ask him if he'd like to meet her aunt and sisters because he'd mentioned he's unhappy with his work life. And she said that her family have their own business and that he should come around for a meeting the next evening. I thought that was weird, but he had sounded really excited about it. I did make my own feelings known telling him that it sounded like an MLM and they were going to try and recruit him. He just laughed it off and said he'd be going around to their house to discuss it and if it really was an mlm, he'd nope the hell out of there. I said okay, be safe and have fun and to call me if you need help or need me to pick you up or really anything. So a few days passed and I'd sent him a text asking him how it went. He replied saying that it definitely wasn't an MLM and there were more people there than just the sisters and aunt. He said There were around 11 women there and that he was the only male there. He got there and they made him tea and all of the women were just chit chatting. That is until the aunt comes out and shushes everyone. A woman in her late 40s. They all take their seats, including my brother who sat down next to Sarah. And then the ant begins to speak. He said that he wasn't really 100% sure on what she was talking about, but it sounded like she was reading gospel passages or something. Bits of English and bits of another language, unidentifiable by my brother. They aunt had asked my bro to stand up beside her at the front of the living room and all of the women had started passing around a basket and filling it with cash. Well, apparently soon after this collection was finished, the women had started singing in this other language and then they dispersed around the house. He said from that moment onwards, it really was just like a regular party and get together. He was a bit baffled, but an hour later, all of the women had left and he was helping Sarah clean up the glasses and plates when the aunt came over and sat down at the kitchen table. She had handed my brother the basket of money, which he didn't take, so I don't know how much those women had given. And she then said to him, if he comes back every week for their meetings, he'll receive the same amount, if not more payment for his presents. He asked Sarah later that night, once he left, what the heck he just attended. And she said it was just a family tradition and as a man, that he should be rewarded. And she was really adamant about him coming back the next week. Well, he didn't go and he blocked her on everything. What in the hell did my brother attend? Why were they just giving him money for doing Nothing? And around 2019, around Christmas time, I got tickets with my friends to see a concert for a brother and sister whose family is very well known in the movie and music industry. They never tour, so I was super excited and I decided to meet up with my friends at the entrance right before the show. My Uber was late, so my friends at the time went in without me to secure a good spot. And then I arrived maybe a good 30 minutes later. As I was going through the crowd to find them, a lady around the age of 40, 50 grabbed my arm and asked me my name and who I'm here with. I told her a fake name because I had already sensed something off about her, and I told her I was just headed to the front stage to meet up with my group. She had offered for me to stay with her and her daughter, who is around my age, and then at the end of the set, she'll help me get to the front. I politely declined and then found my friends just a couple of minutes later. Halfway through the show, I really had to use the bathroom, so I went with my friend who had decided to get drinks at the bar while I waited in line. After she takes off, I see the same woman again with her daughter who had complimented my crystal necklace. And then she began talking about spirituality and the power of healing through rocks and meditation. I'm not the confrontational type, so I conversed with her just to be polite. She then begins telling me about a book called A Course in Miracles and how I should come to their class where they practice meditation and talk about the book. I decline and say that I'm very busy for the holidays, and she just Keeps insisting that the class was short and that I could even drop by for just a few minutes to see what it's like. While she's talking, her daughter pulls out her phone and tries to get me to put my number in so they can send the details. At this point I'm just annoyed and I tell them I would like to wait alone and I'm just waiting for my friend before they walk off. They tell me how they'll find me after the show in case I change my mind, to which I then reply that I won't change my mind when we get back to our group. I had told my friends what had happened and they agreed it was shady as well. We got out of there a few minutes early and left. I later mentioned this to my sister who tells me the same exact thing happens at her university to a bunch of girls with the same story about free healing in meditation class where one girl actually went and they talked about Christ the whole time and then wouldn't let her leave without making a donation. After checking out the audiobook on YouTube, I see that it's mainly about religious beliefs. This happened when I was around 17 years old and is still happening now. At 17, I really felt lost in the world and stuck in a job that I really disliked with work colleagues that didn't like me back. This had to do with my accent as I was quite well spoken so they thought that I was a rich kid. It all started on a Friday after work. The factory I worked in had a half day on Fridays, so I would just spend the rest of the day wandering around the city I lived in. It had been a tough day of relentless mocking and I was reaching my breaking point. I went around the city looking for a new job. I visited the police recruitment center, the army, the Navy, and also the Air Force Centers, and even International Red Cross. I just wanted to get away from it all. After a few hours I had a bag full of career pamphlets and still no idea what to do with my life. I turned a corner and immediately saw a sign sitting in front of me. I can remember it so vividly now. It said Free personality test. Are you curious about yourself? Come in. I then looked up at the building and in a big fancy sign outside it, the Church of Scientology. Now, before I continue, yes, I had already known about Scientology. However, I had a morbid curiosity about it. I had heard all about the horror stories and the things going on inside of the church. But Tom Cruise was my favorite actor and he seemed to have his life sorted out pretty Good. My famous last words right there. So I went inside. I was immediately greeted by a very nice lady. She asked me how I was doing and what she could do for me today. I asked if I could speak to somebody about the church and the personality test. She smiled and said, of course, I would be happy to. Please take a seat and I'll get someone to speak to you. After a minute. I was then introduced to an older man named Alan, and he was the head of my city Scientology Center. Allen took me to a small room to talk privately. When we entered, I immediately noticed the large picture of L. Ron Hubbard on the wall. We sat down and had a nice talk. I told him about how I was really unhappy about where my life was going. I told him about how I wanted to leave, plus all of the trouble that I was having at work. He seemed genuinely concerned for me, and I felt like he wanted to help. After a while of talking, I agreed to do the personality test. He gave me the test and left the room, saying to give the test to the receptionist after I had finished. Two hours later, I finished it, not even joking. That's really how long it took. It was around 500 questions about anything and everything. I handed it in to the receptionist, and she told me it would take some time to process. In the meantime, Alan had told her to take me to their private cinema and show me a film. I thought it was just going to be some old room in the back with a TV on the wall, but no. They did indeed have a private cinema. It could seat around 50 people and had a large screen in the front. It did feel a bit weird just being by myself in a cinema owned by Scientology, but I bet that hasn't happened to too many people. Or maybe it has. Anyway, I sat down and they had played me the film. It was about 30 minutes long and consisted of a narrator explaining those strange feelings that you sometimes get with some mediocre acting. Following along, I remember a section about how much you doubt yourself, knowing you have a locked door, but going back to check multiple times. At one point, the film had showed how a past event that happened to your mother while she was pregnant with you could affect your life in a negative way. For example, your mother was sick on a flight, so now you're scared of flying. I also vaguely remember something about rotten eggs and how much of an event involving them can hurt you. I know it sounds absurd, but in some ways, the film really made sense to me. When the film was done, I was taken to Alan's office and he told me the results. He told me I was extremely depressed, one of the most unmotivated people he had ever met, lacking cognitive thinking, and I was a waste of talent. Now, this made me very upset, but of course, Allen said he could help me. He gave me about four books and a dvd, and he told me to read the books and watch the film before my course. I asked what course? And Allen told me he had signed me up to do a course at the center. He convinced me that if I didn't do this course that my life would soon spiral out of control. He made me hand over quite a lot of money for the course and said I would receive an email about the course, which was in a month's time. I left the center, ran home, and immediately started reading the books that I was given. This all happened over the weekend. I had basically locked myself in a room and did nothing but read and re read those books and watch the DVD over and over again. Over the next week, I began taking notes about myself and my family. I emailed Ellen with questions and concerns. I had really started resenting my own mother for my life. I began to think that she was the problem, that everything bad that ever happened to me was the result of her. And I started to treat her very badly, swearing at her, and did the best I could to ignore her. When I emailed Allen about my mother, he told me that she was the catalyst for my problems. Then he said that maybe I should consider disconnecting from her. And I took that bullcrap seriously. I really made plans to totally leave her out of my life. A week before my course, I had developed some kind of God complex towards everyone around me. What I read in those books told me what I could become. I saw everyone in my family below me. I really became a truly spiteful person. Just days before my course, I was confronted by my mother and father. They said they were concerned about me and they searched my room. My dad took out all of my Scientology books. In the dvd. I was outraged. I screamed and cursed at my parents. I said horrible, wicked things to them. I told them how I was going to leave them and how I never wanted to see them again. Literally hours of arguing back and forth, tears and crying. However, in the end, they did convince me that the church was a bad place. They said if I was so miserable at work, I should have told them. And that's true. To this day, I can't believe that I didn't say anything to them, and instead, I went to Scientology. That night, after the arguing had stopped. They sat me down and comforted me. I really couldn't believe it. After the way I had treated them for the past three weeks, they still cared for me. The next day, I emailed Allen and I told him I would not be coming back to the church. He quickly got back to me, asking why, asking if it was my family and if I was being forced to not go. However, I just ignored him. The emails I received in the next few weeks were mad. He told me stuff like, you should leave your family now and stay at the church. He tried to convince me that it was all because of my mother. He even emailed me to say something along the lines of, I won't be surprised if I read in the papers that you're dead by suicide. I'm very sure that he crossed a line, but I just kept ignoring him. The strangest email I got was one in all binary code, a bunch of zeros and ones. I used a binary code translator, but it all came back as mixed up letters and numbers. None of it made sense. I eventually blocked him. However, it still hasn't stopped. About two or three times a year, I'll still get an email from the church. It's either asking how I am or asking about my family. When I get them, I immediately block the email address, but they just keep coming. It's always someone new saying they heard about my case and they're worried about me. The whole reason I'm writing this is because I just got one the other day and I thought I would make a good warning. Please, I beg of you, do not go to the Church of Scientology. If they can make me into a spiteful degenerate in just a few hours, then what can they do with a person in just a few months or a year? If anyone has any idea how to block an entire religion and cult from my email, then please let me know. And if you're truly lost in your life, sad or upset, then please talk to your family, friends, or even a doctor. When you're truly down. Don't let others turn you into a monster. Take it from me, after this event, I got help, and I'm now a very happy and confident person. Thank you so much for listening and have a great day. Oh, and Alan, if you somehow end up hearing this, you turned me into a monster and turned me against my family. So for your sake, let's just hope we don't encounter one another again.