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A friend of mine recently floored me with the admission that he'd spent several years in Eastern Europe with the Moonies. And he seemed so normal. Have you or your mates disappeared into a cult? Now that the brain-washing has worn off, tell us all about it.
( , Thu 26 Jan 2006, 17:46)
A friend of mine recently floored me with the admission that he'd spent several years in Eastern Europe with the Moonies. And he seemed so normal. Have you or your mates disappeared into a cult? Now that the brain-washing has worn off, tell us all about it.
( , Thu 26 Jan 2006, 17:46)
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No, but my mum is
After growing up catholic and then converting to Judaism for 20 years, then getting sick of that, my mum found spirituality in a new community that is a bit....wierd.
We don't really know/comment about what she does every sunday now, but here's one of my(only) brushes with this culty-type church:
I was in town and my mother had asked me to help decorate for this large party she was putting on (she moonlights as an event planner so this is nothing out of the ordinary)
..I didn't know it was for her church at the time
I get there and immediately everyone in the vicinity gathers around me. my mum comes up, introduces me, and the maybe 5-6 people by me surround me in a big group hug. they introduce themselves while in this position.
feeling not a little bit awkward, I say hello and get on with helping out putting up decorations, wiring lighting, etc.
The problem was that people would stop, join hands, and say a prayer before EVERYTHING. I mean everything: "Oh Spirit, help me lay the tablecloth properly." "Oh Spirit, aid me in hanging this spotlight." "Oh Spirit, I thank you for allowing me to arrange these appetizers in an appealing fashion."
The job must have taken at least an extra couple of hours than it should have to set up.
Luckily I did my bit and left post haste. My mum was quite annoyed that I didn't stick around for the party, though.
( , Fri 27 Jan 2006, 19:27, Reply)
After growing up catholic and then converting to Judaism for 20 years, then getting sick of that, my mum found spirituality in a new community that is a bit....wierd.
We don't really know/comment about what she does every sunday now, but here's one of my(only) brushes with this culty-type church:
I was in town and my mother had asked me to help decorate for this large party she was putting on (she moonlights as an event planner so this is nothing out of the ordinary)
..I didn't know it was for her church at the time
I get there and immediately everyone in the vicinity gathers around me. my mum comes up, introduces me, and the maybe 5-6 people by me surround me in a big group hug. they introduce themselves while in this position.
feeling not a little bit awkward, I say hello and get on with helping out putting up decorations, wiring lighting, etc.
The problem was that people would stop, join hands, and say a prayer before EVERYTHING. I mean everything: "Oh Spirit, help me lay the tablecloth properly." "Oh Spirit, aid me in hanging this spotlight." "Oh Spirit, I thank you for allowing me to arrange these appetizers in an appealing fashion."
The job must have taken at least an extra couple of hours than it should have to set up.
Luckily I did my bit and left post haste. My mum was quite annoyed that I didn't stick around for the party, though.
( , Fri 27 Jan 2006, 19:27, Reply)
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