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Jan 24, 2024

CultNEWS101 Articles: 1/24/2024 (Social Media, New Age Conspiracy Theories, Holy Ghost and Us, Kingdom Christian Ministries)

Social Media, New Age Conspiracy Theories, Holy Ghost and Us, Kingdom Christian Ministries

" ... Dr. Janja Lalich, a professor emerita of sociology at California State University, Chico and founder of the Lalich Center on Cults and Coercion, was also in what she describes as a political cult. She said in a Wired video that cults have four common characteristics: a leader who is charismatic and a narcissist, a transcendent belief system "that gives you the answer to everything," a system of control that dictates things like how followers live or what they wear, and a system of influence that draws on emotions such as fear or grief to get followers to comply."
"In a landmark study, researchers have mapped the psychological landscape that shapes our susceptibility to conspiracy theories. Analyzing data from 170 studies, they've found that beliefs in conspiracy theories are not only influenced by personality traits but also by deeper motivational needs, such as the desire for certainty or feeling misunderstood by society. The findings have been published in the scientific journal Psychological Bulletin.

Conspiracy theories are a fascinating and complex facet of human culture, often defined as beliefs or explanations that attribute the cause of significant events or situations to secret, malevolent plots orchestrated by powerful and covert groups. Conspiracy theories usually thrive on the lack of definitive evidence, relying instead on suggestive, ambiguous, or circumstantial details.

They often emerge in response to significant, sometimes traumatic societal events, offering alternative explanations that challenge official accounts or mainstream understanding. While some conspiracy theories might occasionally turn out to have a basis in reality, most are widely considered implausible and unsupported by empirical evidence, yet they continue to capture the imagination and belief of certain segments of the population.

In the digital age, where information – and misinformation – spreads rapidly, understanding the psychology behind these beliefs has become more crucial than ever. Previous studies have explored various aspects of this phenomenon, looking at how personality traits, motivational factors, and social influences contribute to the belief in conspiracy theories."

"While well-known cults like Scientology, NXIVM and the Branch Davidians continue to be the subject of countless hours of TV shows and podcasts, there are many other lesser-known cults in other parts of the world — including right here in Maine.

This story goes back more than a century, to a charismatic evangelical preacher in a small Maine town, whose domineering ways and apocalyptic beliefs ended up killing seven of his followers and sending him to prison.

All that is left of the Holy Ghost and Us religious compound is the chapel, which still stands in the Androscoggin County town of Durham, not far from Brunswick. Around the turn of the 20th century, however, there were facilities there housing hundreds of followers of Frank Sandford, a Bowdoinham-born farm boy turned preacher, self-proclaimed prophet and, eventually, convicted criminal.

Sandford was born in 1862, and attended Bates College. At age 18, he experienced a religious conversion, and went on to attend Bates' Cobb Divinity School. He dropped out at age 24, with his informal style of preaching and religious fervor alienating him from the rest of his peers.

He served as a pastor at Baptist churches in Maine and New Hampshire before having what Bates scholar William Hiss described as a "nervous breakdown." Sandford left the church in 1888 and spent two years traveling, visiting Japan, India, China and the Holy Land. He returned to Maine in 1891 ostensibly to preach again, but instead began having religious visions. After marrying in 1893, he left the church again — this time for good, starting his own ministry and bible school.

That school became the Holy Ghost and Us, more commonly known under its unofficial name of Shiloh, which Sandford founded in 1896 in Durham. Over the next 24 years, Sandford would amass hundreds of followers who devoted their lives to God — and to Sandford.

Followers spent their days praying, studying the Bible or doing chores or manual labor, always at the directive of Sandford, who exercised complete authority over his flock and convinced many to hand over their money and property to him and the church. They built a massive, 500-room compound that could house up to 1,000 people, with the chapel and its seven-story tower as its centerpiece.

According to the book "Fair, Clear and Terrible: The Story of Shiloh" by Shirley Nelson, a descendant of Sandford followers, God wanted Sandford and his followers to establish a church in what was then known as Palestine. Sandford also claimed he could cure cancer and other diseases through prayer and the laying on of hands.

In 1900, Sandford announced that he was the chosen prophet Elijah, third in authority only to God himself and Jesus Christ. He instituted harsh policies including long, psychologically abusive trials meant to prove a member's devotion, corporal punishment of children and periods of fasting, even for members that were ill or very young or old. His controversial methods garnered much media coverage at the time, with newspapers including the Bangor Daily News calling Sandford a "lunatic" and a "shocking blasphemer."

One of those periods of fasting led to the 1903 death of a 14-year-old boy, which led to Sandford's January 1904 indictment on charges of manslaughter and child abuse, for whipping and withholding food from his 6-year-old son. He was convicted of both charges, though the charges were reversed in 1905 by the Maine Supreme Judicial Court.

Toward the end of his legal battles, Sandford used church money  to purchase several yachts, including one called the Coronet. Starting in 1906, he and 30 followers — then dubbed "The Kingdom," instead of Shiloh — sailed around the world on a purported missionary journey. According to contemporary accounts, no one ever went ashore to preach. Sandford instead opted to use "intercessory prayer" in the form of sounding trumpets as they passed by various ports.

After learning that a member of his Jerusalem outpost was planning to leave the church, he picked up the woman, Florence Whittaker, and brought her back to Maine on the ship. There,  he kept her prisoner on board until she was freed by a court order. In 1909, Whittaker sued Sandford for unlawful detention. Sandford promptly set sail again with plans to do more missionary work — all while being pursued by authorities in ports across the world.

One of his ships ran aground in West Africa and was destroyed, and in May 1911, Sandford brought all 70 of his followers from both ships on board the Coronet, which was now dangerously overloaded and undersupplied with food and water. Sandford then received a "vision" that they were meant to sail to Greenland to establish a mission station there.

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Jun 14, 2023

Conspirituality: How New Age Conspiracy Theories Became a Health Threat

By Derek Beres (Author), Matthew Remski (Author), Julian Walker (Author) 

Conspirituality takes a deep dive into the troubling phenomenon of influencers who have curdled New Age spirituality and wellness with the politics of paranoia—peddling vaccine misinformation, tales of child trafficking, and wild conspiracy theories.
 
In the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic, a disturbing social media trend emerged: a large number of yoga instructors and alt-health influencers were posting stories about a secretive global cabal bent on controlling the world’s population with a genocidal vaccine. Instagram feeds that had been serving up green smoothie recipes and Mary Oliver poems became firehoses of Fox News links, memes from 4chan, and prophecies of global transformation.

Since May 2020, Derek Beres, Matthew Remski and Julian Walker have used their Conspirituality podcast to expose countless facets of the intersection of alt-health practitioners with far-right conspiracy trolls. Now this expansive and revelatory book unpacks the follies, frauds, cons and cults that dominate the New Age and wellness spheres and betray the trust of people who seek genuine relief in this uncertain age.

With analytical rigor and irreverent humor, Conspirituality offers an antidote to our times, helping readers recognize wellness grifts, engage with loved ones who've fallen under the influence, and counter lies and distortions with insight and empathy.

"Matt Remski and his colleagues have been doing great work analyzing and exposing the convergence of New Age magical thinking and the sinister paranoia and underlying authoritarianism of the conspiracy theory mindset. Their book is out today!" - Guruphiliac



Oct 15, 2019

Bad Vibrations

Kaveeta Bhavsaar, known to her followers as Sree Maa, and husband Sunil Kumar Porumamilla, known as Shri Ji, worship at a shrine in their Mission Bay, Auckland living room.
The implosion of a New Age Cult

Steve Kilgallon and Tony Wall
Stuff.co.nz-
July 29, 2018

Followers of a woman living in suburban Auckland believe she is the reincarnation of an Indian deity, who can tune into people's souls through special frequencies. But two former volunteers for her group, Kosmic Fusion, have described a frightening experience where they were subjected to gruelling "confession" sessions. Steve Kilgallon and Tony Wall report on the implosion of a New Age cult.

She's short, for a living God.

Despite being, literally, five foot nothing, Kaveeta Bhavsaar is a far more imposing presence than her much taller, quieter husband, Sunil Kumar Porumamilla.

But then he can't cure your ailments with a high-frequency light wave.

In their rented Mission Bay villa, which combines views of Rangitoto with water stains on the ceiling, smells of incense waft through the house as Bhavsaar explains how Kosmic Fusion, a spiritual movement she started seven years ago, was sabotaged from within by "malignant narcissist snakes".

The couple's front room is devoted to an intricate shrine to Bhagwan Swaminarayan, a 19th century Hindu religious leader whose followers believed was a living incarnation of the God Krishna.

Bhavsaar, 47, believes she channels the long-dead Swaminarayan, and controls something she calls the Quantum Vortex Scalar Wave Proton Pulse - or QVSWPP - the "mother of all frequencies, energies and vibrations".

Believers pay money to attend workshops where Bhavsaar supposedly uses the energy force to upgrade them to a "fifth dimensional grid" where they are cleared of electromagnetic radiation from mobile phones, computers and wifi, leaving them cleansed and healed of various ailments.

People who have been through this process are called Pulsars.

Bhavsaar has, says her adoring husband, "more knowledge than 1,000 people put together. That's her gift."

The couple have adopted the holy names Sree Maa and Shri Ji. Devotees are asked to refer to them as a single entity - Sree Maa Shri Ji - and believe they are the male and female reincarnations of Swaminarayan.

Bhavsaar rejects any suggestion she and Porumamilla are holding themselves up as Gods.

"I'm a non-doer, I'm the guardian," she explains. "Guardian doesn't mean I own it, it means I'm safekeeping it."

In 2011, Bhavsaar started Kosmic Fusion, which at its peak had some 400 followers worldwide, and later attracted a core of mostly female devotees to live in an ashram at a luxury home in St John's, east Auckland.

That was, until it all crumbled last year with the exile of two key lieutenants.

Legal letters have flown back and forth with accusations of sabotage, theft of intellectual property and defamation.

The two exiles say Kosmic Fusion is a dangerous cult.

Experts agree, saying some of what went on amounts to psychological abuse.

The gurus say no-one was forced to do anything against their will and the women are making false allegations because they wanted to replace the leaders and take over the group.

It seems the implosion of a spiritual movement can be just as ugly as any relationship breakdown.



"She was very charismatic. There was something about her, she had a presence. Some people might call it arrogant, but she knew who she was, and she knew a lot."

German-born professional dancer and instructor Iphigenie Amoutsias was immediately impressed by Bhavsaar when they first met.

Bhavsaar had arrived at her Auckland dance studio in 2012 looking for lessons, but Amoutsias soon became the pupil, not the teacher.

Amoutsias had long practised Buddhism, but no longer felt it was working for her. "Something was missing," she says. "I had this deep sadness inside me."

She began solo "healing" classes with Bhavsaar. "She removed that sadness inside…. afterwards, I really felt something was lifted off me."

Taiwan-born Joy Kuo found Kosmic Fusion online, then met the couple when they ran a stall at a mind, body and spirit exhibition in her hometown of Sydney in late 2012.

She signed up for a workshop, believing it would help her spiritual growth.

"It resonated with me. I was drawn to their work," she says.



Kuo, Amoutsias and other former Kosmic Fusion followers say Bhavsaar had an instant effect on their sense of wellbeing and they wanted to learn more.

When we meet, Bhavsaar explains that she teaches people how to use the energy wave - after that, they are on their own.

Her explanation of the process is long and confusing and seems to borrow from quantum physics. We asked Massey University professor of physics Bill Williams for his opinion.

He says it's "bollocks". While Bhavsaar uses terms such as photons and particle wave duality, Williams says, "this misappropriation of physics language isn't really helpful, in my opinion."

But Kosmic Fusion followers are convinced.

Former volunteer Renu Ryder, an Auckland marketing manager who says Kosmic Fusion has kept her sober after a long battle with alcoholism, describes it as "an energy that you feel that just kicks in. Some people get clarity, some people get their physical ailments improved, some people feel very calm."



While Kosmic Fusion claimed devotees in places such as Singapore, Malaysia, India, Australia and the Netherlands, who would tune into meditation sessions online, the core of the movement was a group of around 12 mostly Auckland-based people who were called Facilitators-in-Training (or FiTs).

Kuo and Amoutsias were in this inner cadre, with the idea that they would eventually be able to run their own sessions using their guru's teachings.

Intriguingly, the trainees were allowed to organise sessions where Bhavsaar wasn't physically present, or even linked online to the room, but could supposedly channel the energy wave remotely.

Trainees would pay for one-on-one sessions, or "discourses", with Bhavsaar and attend a series of residential courses, costing hundreds of dollars, to improve their understanding.

Many were given Hindu names chosen by Bhavsaar; Amoutsias was known as Meera and Kuo as Komal.

As they became more devoted, some of them proposed forming an ashram - basically a shared house - with the gurus.

Bhavsaar and Porumamilla are adamant the ashram was not their idea, but in early 2016 they happily moved into the luxurious rented home, complete with swimming pool and triple garage.

Porumamilla would leave each day for his job as an IT contractor and Bhavsaar would stay home, giving discourses.

According to Kuo and Amoutsias, the guru would be ferried to hair, beauty and massage appointments, often paid for by the trainees.

Documents written by other members show they were expected to cook and clean at Bhavsaar's direction.

With hours of daily instruction and worship, life in the ashram could be hard, says Amoutsias. She would often get just four or five hours' sleep.

Then, at a retreat in Taupō in June 2016 came a major development. For weeks, says Amoutsias, Bhavsaar had been hinting that she would reveal her true identity.

She and Kuo say their guru left the meeting room in which everyone was gathered, then returned and announced she was the reincarnation of Swaminarayan, himself an avatar (or reincarnation) of a God.

Bhavsaar says this event has been misinterpreted: she was simply "introducing" herself as the guardian of Swaminarayan's power: "Introducing yourself is not saying 'I am God'."

But Amoutsias felt uncomfortable. She'd been assured when she first met Bhavsaar that this was not a religious movement.

"I was in shock. This is not what I signed up for - what did I get myself into?

"The others were emotional but they all seemed fine with it, some of them were crying. I felt the odd one out."

Kuo reacted differently. She says she was told to gaze at photos of the couple and worship them as the male and female aspects of Swaminarayan.

"I just took it - I didn't think too much," she says. "I was trusting what they were teaching us was on the right path."

Ritu Bhargava, who owns a hair extension salon in Remuera and remains devoted to the gurus, was at the retreat and understood that the couple were reincarnations of Swaminarayan.

"That completely made sense to me," she says. "I had a feeling, because Sree Maa Shri Ji is not a normal person."

Renu Ryder says: "They are who they say they are. They are an incarnation of the Absolute, I know for a non-believer it might be hard to believe. But I know it to be true."

Mark Vrankovich, the executive director of cult monitoring organisation Cultwatch, says all such groups adopt the tactic of the slow reveal of their true nature.

It starts with a "PR front that seems normal", then once the recruit is heavily invested they show their hand.

"How would you feel if I told you I was a God? So it is hidden, and a secret that's revealed and the reason is that you would run - until they've got their hooks into you."

One key element of life inside the ashram, say Kuo and Amoutsias, was the use of confessional, or "coming clean" sessions.

For up to ten hours, they would confess their sins, and.. would be berated by Bhavsaar in front of a live audience of fellow facilitators in training and others watching online. They would be recorded - one of Amoutsias' confessions has been posted on the Kosmic Fusion website.

At first, Amoutsias says she thought the sessions were revealing character flaws she couldn't see. "But they were mental torture, really," she says.

In one, she says, Bhavsaar predicted she would one day commit suicide - a claim Bhavsaar strongly denies.

One loyal Kosmic Fusion member admits in a document given to us by Porumamilla that she felt sorry for Amoutsias after these sessions because she looked "frail and drained".

Most of those confessing appear to have been diagnosed as "covert narcissists" and the sessions were an opportunity to "cleanse" themselves.

Amoutsias says the person in the spotlight would have to kneel or stand while they were criticised, and some were spat on or struck on the face.

Bhavsaar and Porumamilla strongly deny this, and produced statements by several volunteers who denied anyone was ever abused or assaulted.

One writes: "Quite frankly, have never seen such ridiculous claims in my entire life. I am very sorry Sree Maa Shri Ji have to even read such questions."

Another, Niranjana, answers the question about spitting by writing: "I only recall one incident where I sat next to Sree Maa Shri Ji ... and a drop of saliva from Sree Maa Shri Ji's mouth fell on me while answering a question I asked ... Sree Maa Shri Ji had apologized to me when I should have been the one apologizing for asking questions while Sree Maa Shri Ji was having lunch."

One of the first to undergo the confessional sessions was Bhargava, the hair salon owner.

She says it helped her realise she is a "full-blown covert narcissist" and that she had falsely accused her ex-partner of abuse.

"Sree Maa Sree Ji were the only ones who showed me what is right - I was telling a story from a damsel in distress, a victim, they helped me to see where I was lying.

"I am ashamed for what I've done, but not ashamed to come out as what I am. I acted as a victim because I needed the attention ... I am a full-blown narcissist."

Bhargava claims the exiled members are "malignant narcissists" who wanted to destroy Kosmic Fusion.

Simply by writing this story, she says, we are "flying monkeys" - a pop psychology term meaning someone who is used by a narcissist to achieve their ends.

Kuo says her experience of the confessionals began with the interrogations of Bhargava.

"We were told ... it was to help her come clean: you need to reveal your darkness so you can get rid of it and the rest of the students are helping her in that process."

She says Bhargava was the focus for two months, before they moved on to someone else.

Mid-way through 2017, Kuo was invited to come to Auckland from Sydney to stay in the ashram, and somehow became the new target.

She was shocked: she felt she'd always been highly regarded in the organisation.

Instead, she faced threats of police and legal action for her supposed transgressions, including keeping copies of Kosmic Fusion materials.

"They took away my mobile, my passport, my laptop."

Over three days, she says she had to kneel, without food, while she was questioned by her guru. She says her hair was pulled and she was slapped and hit. She was petrified.

Bhavsaar says these allegations are untrue but Kuo insists Bhavsaar compared herself to an immigration officer.

"You need her stamp to go to Akshardham - like heaven.

"She says she can send me to hell, or make me reincarnated as an animal. I was so scared, because at the time I still believed she had this ability to do something on me - to [decide] my destiny.

"I had become the lowest of the low. Basically everyone can spit on you after the [sessions]."

Sydney-based former member Sheree McRae says she witnessed some confessionals, which were based on members voluntarily writing letters about their faults.

She didn't want to take part, and says she wasn't pressured to.

Some were an opportunity for people to get things off their chest, she says, others were "full on… a bit awkward".

Renu Ryder says the sessions were about sharing with the group and shedding the ego. "It can be uncomfortable - but so can anything worthwhile, like going to the gym … peeling back the layers can sometimes be pretty painful."

Bhavsaar describes the sessions as "reflections" rather than confessions.

"You think it's not my right to ask someone [if they are sabotaging the ashram]?"

Asked why the sessions lasted so long, she says: "When someone is wasting your time and not even coming clean, whose time is getting wasted, mine or theirs?"

She compares the process to a criminal trial. "And a person can come clean, like in a court."

Peter Lineham, professor of religious history at Massey University, says the confessional is an established technique developed in the 1920s by the Oxford Group cult.

A public confession - often even of invented sins - maintains loyalty and undermines any sense of privacy. "It makes it, therefore, a very powerful tool in reshaping personality."

Cult experts say one technique used by such groups to strengthen their leaders' power is to encourage members to inform on each other.

It's clear that fellow Kosmic Fusion trainees were encouraged to write long, scathing assessments of whoever was on trial.

One 13-page "observation" of Kuo, by a trainee called Jeeya, criticises her for such high crimes as using too many paper towels, buying expensive brands of peanut butter and stretching her neck in a way that copied Sree Maa so she could feel "special".

The document ends with Jeeya saying she hoped Kuo "will wake up and smell the coffee before it's too late for her soul to be saved".

Another Australian-based former member says she received emails from the couple criticising Kuo after she left Kosmic Fusion.

"I couldn't read it by the end, because I know Joy, and I know she is an honest person and wanted to spread the technique: she was a million per cent devoted.

"Joy was wonderful, she gave her time, she gave her money, I saw all of that. She motivated me.

"I can't believe they're doing that to her. I can't believe they want to trash her."

Amoutsias also fielded lengthy written criticisms describing her as a vicious, malignant, domineering infiltrator intent on seizing control of the group.

Kuo was still an insider then, and even she weighed in: "Your countless disgraceful behaviours in the ashram are absolutely crazy and disgusting and only demonstrate how cheap and what a lowly person you are!"

According to the women, the ashram worked as a physical representation of your standing in the organisation.

If you were favoured, you got a bedroom. Amoutsias and Kuo both had one, but were later moved out.

Kuo got the choice of a sofa, or a blanket on the floor of the games room. Amoutsias was dispatched to a bed in an open garage space. The couple say everyone who stayed at the ashram had suitable accommodation.

Despite all this, Amoutsias stayed, because she wanted to "get rid of my dark ego ... to clear that selfish part of me" - right up to the point that she was given three days' notice to leave and take all her belongings.

She says she had given all her money to the group (and spent up on her credit cards). One text message shown to us by Porumamilla shows Bhavsaar suggesting Amoutsias donate a month's salary to the ashram to improve her spiritual standing.

So with no money and nowhere to go, she slept that first night in the car park of the McDonald's in Greenlane.

The group then loaned her $300 to rent a room at the YMCA hostel in the city before slowly putting her life back together.

"The next few weeks I thought 'I've done something wrong and lost the chance to liberate my soul'."

Documents handed to us by Porumamilla include pages of diatribes attacking Amoutsias and saying she shouldn't be readmitted to the group.

One writes: "I didn't have this capacity to spot this traitor sitting amongst us and pretending to be a sheep in the wolf's clothing. It is only SreeMaaShriJi's Supreme Grace and Love that protected us from Dallia [Amoutsias]."

Kuo says she had a breakdown because of the pressure-cooker environment of the ashram. "There was a period of time I was totally shut down, I couldn't function. At the end of the [confession] session I was extremely stressed and anxious.

"I said 'I want to die' and they said I was into emotional drama."

"I didn't know what to do, it was really driving me mad. I didn't know what was right or wrong because they twisted everything so much I couldn't even recognise if that was me anymore."

The process of leaving a cult can be difficult, says Lineham.

"Often people in very powerful groups like these really struggle to reintegrate their lives and there is a strong pattern of suicides."

Of course, both women were free to leave at any time. But any successful cult movement, says Lineham, persuades members to completely subjugate their will to that of the leader.

A classic and extreme example was the Heavensgate cult, where the 39 members freely agreed to take poison so they could follow leader Marshall Applewhite into outer space.

Vrankovich has studied how cults operate and the techniques they use on members. He says many appear in Kosmic Fusion's structure, particularly around control of followers.

Kosmic Fusion appeared to have a heavy influence on their followers, he says, including their diet, lots of scheduled group activities, extensive rules, sleep deprivation and supervision of group communications.

For example, Kuo says Bhavsaar would "scan" their body energy every day to monitor them and know what they were doing, a kind of surveillance.

As if to prove this, Porumamilla provides us with extensive logs of WhatsApp chats between Kuo and Amoutsias, as well as Facebook postings by Kuo and pages of trainees criticising the pair.

One former member, Katie, (not her real name) says she's now certain Kosmic Fusion is a cult. "And a dangerous one at that."

Lineham agrees. "I know the word 'cult' is thrown around far too regularly, and people have the right to believe whatever crazy thing they want to, but they don't have a right to abuse others in so doing."

They are absolutely a cult, says Vrankovich. "You can read their beliefs with a lot of interest, but the reality is what really makes them a cult is how they manipulate and control their members.

"If what they've [Kuo and Amoutsias] said is true, I don't think that anyone would say what has happened is okay."

Theirs is an unusual love story. Bhavsaar grew up in a wealthy family in the teeming city of Mumbai. Porumamilla was from Hyderabad, some 700 km to the south-east.

They had never met, but he claims he would dream of her and draw sketches of her face. He even knew her name, he says, and had it tattooed on his body.

Then one day in 2003, they crossed paths in a florist's shop in Mumbai. Porumamilla touched her on the shoulder and said: "I'm supposed to meet you here today at this time."

Bhavsaar, who says she always knew she had a special connection to the spiritual realm, says: "This was a stranger to me. Of course I knew energetically, there was a time I was told when this would happen to me."

She had trained as a fashion designer and ran her own boutiques, but left that behind when she, Porumamilla and her daughter from an earlier relationship migrated first to the UK, then Singapore, before settling in New Zealand in 2010.

A year later, Kosmic Fusion began, offering free meditation centres in community halls and running stalls at spirituality expos in Wellington, Auckland and around Australia.

Those who signed up were initially invited to one-hour classes, then three-day residential retreats, with each phase taking them slowly up the hierarchy.

Payments for this were often called 'energy exchanges' and were up to $800.

Bhavsaar describes herself as a teacher. But what is apparent from reading hundreds of pages of WhatsApp chat logs with her followers is how demanding she was.

In one posting, she gives a "strict warning to not even for one second think that any decisions will be made by anyone other than the Guardians".

Trainees are warned that one lapsed member is to be "quarantined" to "stop any contamination".

Former member Katie says: "They tell you what to say, and what to think, and cut you down so badly if you question anything."

Katie says they were warned not to have sexual relationships with outsiders who had not completed a course because they would have the "wrong energy" and some former members said they felt cut off from outside family and friends.

The couple provided email statements from several former trainees who deny they were warned about sex with outsiders.

Katie left because she felt she couldn't trust Bhavsaar and because she says course fees were beginning to be demanded in cash, in US dollars (testimonies from other followers say some payments were in USD, but others were by paypal, NZ dollars or on payment plans).

"In the beginning, I do think she had good intentions but I think her ego got the better of her and she got worse and worse and more controlling… she would say I am a divine being so I never go grey or age - then I realised she dyed her hair - and I thought if you're lying to me about stupid little things like that what else are you lying to me about?"

But there are still plenty of believers.

Sheree McRae, who used to run Kosmic Fusion's social media, describes Bhavsaar as "an extremely special person who obviously has a gift to offer people. She's an extremely selfless person."

McRae says she stepped away because she became irritated by other members jockeying for status. She says Kosmic Fusion is "so far from a cult … I hope a few bad eggs don't ruin their reputation".

Renu Ryder, formerly a close friend of Amoutsias, claims she was "manipulated" by her in an "unhealthy friendship".

"She admitted to being a malignant narcissist and treated a number of us poorly."

Yes, Amoutsias admits, she was a bully, and was encouraged to be. She regrets it.

To Bhavsaar, Kuo and Amoutsias are "snakes".

She believes they wanted to steal her intellectual property and use the teachings of Kosmic Fusion for their own financial gain. (Both women deny this and say they were simply helping take Bhavsaar's teachings to a wider audience).

A "blacklist" notice on the Kosmic Fusion website - and 10 affiliated sites - delivers a lengthy excoriation of the pair.

Kuo is accused of printing out fliers and brochures describing herself as a "master practitioner" of the QVSWPP without permission.

"The materials all glorify herself rather than honour and pay homage to Sree Maa Shri Ji, without whom no-one can receive the All-Knowing and most benevolent Quantum Vortex Scalar Wave Photon Pulse," the notice says.




Blacklist notices have appeared on Kosmic Fusion websites.

Both women have received legal letters, with Porumamilla threatening to sue for $750,000.

In an email he sends after we meet, Porumamilla says Amoutsias and Kuo feel "rejected" by the group and we are "enabling individuals with NPD [narcissistic personality disorder] in their revenge. They have no conscience and will go to any length to play the victim card".

Neither is "the brightest spark", he says.

According to Lineham, all this is not unusual. Expelling former senior figures is often a key strategy to promote loyalty among other members.

"In every movement," he says, "there is always a Judas. And no step is too serious to take against the traitor."

Kuo estimates that Kosmic Fusion cost her $100,000 in time, money and the loss of income from quitting her job as a university librarian to volunteer full-time.

Bhavsaar and Porumamilla laugh at that and say they are the ones who've lost out. They've cancelled all their online healing sessions, stopped recruiting and say membership is down to just two. It will take them three years to rebuild the movement, they estimate.

They deny Kosmic Fusion is a cult. "If it is a cult I was running, then it has to be an absolutely unsuccessful and a horrendous one - because the only victim in this cult is me," Bhavsaar says.

She suggests she was too kind, too generous, too empathetic, and has paid the price. "I can look into your eyes, and tell you the only victim is me."

Amoutsias and Kuo would dispute that. "I want to believe they started with the best intentions," reflects Amoutsias. "But something went wrong. I really hope they can find their way back, and have the courage to look at what they are doing."

For Kuo, the final straw was when she was back in Sydney and a Kosmic Fusion representative visited her home to tell her husband the "truth" about her and her supposed transgressions.

"I said you're intruding on my family life, that's it. If I go to hell, I go to hell, I don't care now."

She left Kosmic Fusion and has seen a healer to help her deal with the experience.

"I felt so free after I left - I felt I could be myself."

https://interactives.stuff.co.nz/2018/07/bad-vibrations/

Oct 5, 2018

Why I gave up everything and joined a New Age cult

Larry Getlen
New York Post
October 2, 2018

Renee Linnell stood with a friend on the beach near her Los Angeles home, built a fire, and burned everything she owned. Her brand-new Armani leather jacket, her parents' wedding album, even her bed — everything went into the fire.

She did this because a woman named Lakshmi, whom Linnell paid $500 a month for such guidance, had told her to do so. She did whatever Lakshmi instructed, however it might destroy her life.

"The Burn Zone" (She Writes Press) is Linnell's wrenching tale of falling under the sway of two "gurus" named Lakshmi and Vishnu (referred to in the book by their first names only), taking much of Linnell's money and years of her life in the process.

Linnell was a 33-year-old ballroom and tango dancer when she attended a meditation seminar called University of Mysticism in June 2006.

Describing herself as someone who'd been searching for purpose all her life, Linnell found what she was looking for in Lakshmi, the seminar leader, a "young woman" in "an expensive black business suit" who "oozed confidence" and "radiated power."

As soon as Linnell began to meditate with Lakshmi, her world changed.

"Instantly, I felt energy uncoil at the base of my spine and shoot up through the top of my head," Linnell writes. "Then everything went white and I disappeared; the room disappeared; and I was being held in the hands of God. I was Home. My search was over."

Linnell became a Lakshmi regular. The philosophy was basically the cult version of the prosperity gospel, the idea that meditating and clearing out the things that disturb your life will help clear your mind, paving the way for success and money.

After volunteering to help with an event, Linnell received a phone call from Lakshmi's partner, Vishnu, a muscular man in his 40s who was Lakshmi's head of security.

"He explained that Lakshmi was an Enlightened Being," Linnell writes, "and that she did not need anything from anybody. He said that my volunteering to help her would really be her helping me."

Linnell, who had read about performing service in the quest for enlightenment, "immediately accepted this as Truth."

While students couldn't talk with Lakshmi one-on-one in class, volunteers were allowed to ask one question by letter. Linnell, feeling ready for a professional change, asked for advice.

Lakshmi told her to retire from dancing and become a computer programmer.

"In ancient times, she explained, monks would stare at mandalas, memorizing the intricate patterns in order to sharpen their minds," Linnell writes. "Computer programming, she told me, was the modern-day version of this."

Linnell took a programming course and found it frustrating, but got an A.

Three months into her classes, Lakshmi announced a "Power Trip" to Egypt that would cost $15,000 — $5,000 for the trip and $10,000 for an "empowerment fee" for Lakshmi. "Money is energy," Vishnu said.

They took such trips all over the world, each with their own supposed spiritual significance: The jaunt to Egypt was meant to pass through a spiritual portal that could be reached only through the Great Pyramids.

In time, Lakshmi's instructions for living became stricter. In addition to burning all their things, Lakshmi told her students to delete all photos from their lives and to never be photographed, never reveal their birthdays to anyone and never have visitors in their homes — or, if they do, to rearrange the furniture immediately after so that "visitors could not access our homes in their minds." All of this, Lakshmi said, was because if people were inaccessible, then others could not "pull on us with their minds."

Soon, Lakshmi gave Linnell the honor of helping her plan and run her events — basically, enlisting her to work for free whenever Lakshmi needed anything, to the point where Linnell quit the computer classes Lakshmi had implored her to take so she could always be available.

Linnell loved Lakshmi's classes so much that she introduced three of her longtime friends to them, and all three moved to California to get more involved. But Vishnu told Linnell she needed to remove them from her life.

Vishnu's concerns in this area, though, weren't just for Linnell's sake.

"Now that you are so close to Lakshmi and me," he said, "your energy affects us. You don't want to harm us with old energy, do you?"

Vishnu began calling Linnell more often and sometimes flirted, which made Linnell nervous. Aside from her holding the pair in high esteem, it was assumed among the students that Lakshmi and Vishnu were a couple.

One day at class, Lakshmi pulled Linnell aside and asked that she help run the group. Linnell, honored, accepted, but then Vishnu told her this would mean her time would no longer be her own.

She was to be on call for him 24/7 to do "anything and everything that needs to be done," and she could no longer spend time with other group members.

With Lakshmi and Vishnu's encouragement, 16 months into being their "student," Linnell cut her friends out of her life, wiped herself off the Internet and dedicated her life to working, for free, for Lakshmi and Vishnu.

Her every waking moment was now spent with Vishnu, who soon deepened the relationship when he grabbed her, "opened his mouth wide, and jammed his tongue as far down my throat as it would go."

Linnell assumed this had been approved by Lakshmi.

These horrible make-out sessions went on for months. Linnell was torn, flipping between finding him and his kisses repulsive, and almost falling in love, as the lines between Lakshmi — who she now believed was "an incarnation of God" — Vishnu and Linnell, and between spirituality and love, broke down for her.

Soon after this, Vishnu told her to get blood work done, including a full array of STD tests, and to fax him the results, and also to get on birth control. She did all this and they slept together soon after. While this became a regular thing, she found she couldn't sleep with him without crying.

"I wanted to love him," she writes. "I wanted to be insanely attracted to him, but I simply wasn't."

In the months to come, as their relationship and her virtual enslavement deepened, she cycled constantly between love and disgust.

Lakshmi, who had not known about Vishnu and Linnell after all, found out soon after, and was devastated. But she told Linnell it was her "Divine task" to be Vishnu's consort, and proclaimed the three of them "a family." Lakshmi would cry every day over Vishnu's betrayal, yet encouraged Linnell to continue sleeping with him.

Linnell was now the personal servant for both of them. She cooked and cleaned for them, ran their business and had sex with Vishnu whenever he wanted. And not only wasn't she being paid, but she was still paying them tuition for classes, which was now up to $1,200 per month.

When they invited her over for Thanksgiving, a request she couldn't refuse, she had to do all the shopping and cooking. But when Linnell, already pressed, didn't have time to track down extra items for Lakshmi, the guru went off on her, screaming, "Renee, it's not all about you!"

Linnell began feeling bitter and angry toward Lakshmi, especially after visiting her home, which was packed with things from throughout Lakshmi's life. Linnell had burned everything she owned, destroyed cherished possessions and memories, only to discover that Lakshmi didn't practice what she preached.

Before long, Lakshmi was insulting her in front of the class, calling her out for being too seductive and proclaiming her a witch and a sorceress.

On the rare occasions Linnell stood up for herself, they made her regret it. Once, after telling Vishnu she couldn't sleep with him anymore, he ignored her for days, then ordered her to write out the three-page "Code of the Samurai" 1,080 times, or 3,420 pages.

"It took weeks, writing every day until my hand cramped," she writes, "but I f–king did it."

Linnell made excuses for the abusive behavior, telling herself that her teacher was so pure, she simply couldn't take the pressure of being in the world.

After Lakshmi refused to speak to her for more than a year, she called Linnell out of the blue one day in August 2010 and said she had a new task for her. She ordered her to quit a job she had previously asked her to find, say goodbye for good to everyone in the class, earn an MBA from a prestigious program she was to start by January and then form a company that earned $10 million a year in pretax profit.

Linnell complied as best she could. She abandoned her life within 48 hours, moved east and began visiting schools, landing in New York.

It took her three more years, therapy and a certified letter from the couple asking her not to come to any more of their events before she finally realized she had been in a cult. She has had no encounters or contact with them since receiving their letter, although she has heard rumors the cult disbanded. She has no interest in learning more or ever having any contact with them again.

Linnell subsequently earned an MBA from NYU, and moved to Colorado five years ago. She reconnected with her old friends and has worked to balance her anger at the couple with the positive elements of their teachings.

From the outside, Linnell's predicament seems ludicrous. Why would an otherwise smart person fall for this?

"It happens so slowly. So insidiously," she writes. "At first, it's like winning the lottery. You think you've finally found someone who understands you . . . the you that was meant for greatness."

Being seen like this, writes Linnell, felt like a religious experience. Energized by all the attention, she went on to meet like-minded people, feeling a new sense of belonging. When she tried to tell people "on the outside" about her new life, they would react with judgment and concern — only sharpening her sense of isolation.

Even today, Linnell can't completely reject her cult experience.

"I am still trying to figure out how to undo the lingering paranoia left in my mind by their incessant teachings on the occult," she writes. "But I do know that Lakshmi did push me toward freedom. She did teach me to grow up. She did help me to expand my life in magnificent ways."

https://nypost.com/2018/10/02/why-i-gave-up-everything-and-joined-a-new-age-cult/

Oct 4, 2018

Why I gave up everything and joined a New Age cult


Larry Getlen
NY Post
October 2, 2018

Renee Linnell stood with a friend on the beach near her Los Angeles home, built a fire, and burned everything she owned. Her brand-new Armani leather jacket, her parents’ wedding album, even her bed — everything went into the fire.

She did this because a woman named Lakshmi, whom Linnell paid $500 a month for such guidance, had told her to do so. She did whatever Lakshmi instructed, however it might destroy her life.

“The Burn Zone” (She Writes Press) is Linnell’s wrenching tale of falling under the sway of two “gurus” named Lakshmi and Vishnu (referred to in the book by their first names only), taking much of Linnell’s money and years of her life in the process.

Linnell was a 33-year-old ballroom and tango dancer when she attended a meditation seminar called University of Mysticism in June 2006.

Describing herself as someone who’d been searching for purpose all her life, Linnell found what she was looking for in Lakshmi, the seminar leader, a “young woman” in “an expensive black business suit” who “oozed confidence” and “radiated power.”

As soon as Linnell began to meditate with Lakshmi, her world changed.

“Instantly, I felt energy uncoil at the base of my spine and shoot up through the top of my head,” Linnell writes. “Then everything went white and I disappeared; the room disappeared; and I was being held in the hands of God. I was Home. My search was over.”

Linnell became a Lakshmi regular. The philosophy was basically the cult version of the prosperity gospel, the idea that meditating and clearing out the things that disturb your life will help clear your mind, paving the way for success and money.

After volunteering to help with an event, Linnell received a phone call from Lakshmi’s partner, Vishnu, a muscular man in his 40s who was Lakshmi’s head of security.

“He explained that Lakshmi was an Enlightened Being,” Linnell writes, “and that she did not need anything from anybody. He said that my volunteering to help her would really be her helping me.”

Linnell, who had read about performing service in the quest for enlightenment, “immediately accepted this as Truth.”

While students couldn’t talk with Lakshmi one-on-one in class, volunteers were allowed to ask one question by letter. Linnell, feeling ready for a professional change, asked for advice.

Lakshmi told her to retire from dancing and become a computer programmer.

“In ancient times, she explained, monks would stare at mandalas, memorizing the intricate patterns in order to sharpen their minds,” Linnell writes. “Computer programming, she told me, was the modern-day version of this.”

Linnell took a programming course and found it frustrating, but got an A.

Three months into her classes, Lakshmi announced a “Power Trip” to Egypt that would cost $15,000 — $5,000 for the trip and $10,000 for an “empowerment fee” for Lakshmi. “Money is energy,” Vishnu said.

They took such trips all over the world, each with their own supposed spiritual significance: The jaunt to Egypt was meant to pass through a spiritual portal that could be reached only through the Great Pyramids.
In time, Lakshmi’s instructions for living became stricter. In addition to burning all their things, Lakshmi told her students to delete all photos from their lives and to never be photographed, never reveal their birthdays to anyone and never have visitors in their homes — or, if they do, to rearrange the furniture immediately after so that “visitors could not access our homes in their minds.” All of this, Lakshmi said, was because if people were inaccessible, then others could not “pull on us with their minds.”

Soon, Lakshmi gave Linnell the honor of helping her plan and run her events — basically, enlisting her to work for free whenever Lakshmi needed anything, to the point where Linnell quit the computer classes Lakshmi had implored her to take so she could always be available.

Linnell loved Lakshmi’s classes so much that she introduced three of her longtime friends to them, and all three moved to California to get more involved. But Vishnu told Linnell she needed to remove them from her life.

Vishnu’s concerns in this area, though, weren’t just for Linnell’s sake.

“Now that you are so close to Lakshmi and me,” he said, “your energy affects us. You don’t want to harm us with old energy, do you?”

‘At first, it’s like winning the lottery. You think you’ve finally found someone who understands you . . . the you that was meant for greatness’

Vishnu began calling Linnell more often and sometimes flirted, which made Linnell nervous. Aside from her holding the pair in high esteem, it was assumed among the students that Lakshmi and Vishnu were a couple.

One day at class, Lakshmi pulled Linnell aside and asked that she help run the group. Linnell, honored, accepted, but then Vishnu told her this would mean her time would no longer be her own.

She was to be on call for him 24/7 to do “anything and everything that needs to be done,” and she could no longer spend time with other group members.

With Lakshmi and Vishnu’s encouragement, 16 months into being their “student,” Linnell cut her friends out of her life, wiped herself off the Internet and dedicated her life to working, for free, for Lakshmi and Vishnu.

Her every waking moment was now spent with Vishnu, who soon deepened the relationship when he grabbed her, “opened his mouth wide, and jammed his tongue as far down my throat as it would go.”

Linnell assumed this had been approved by Lakshmi.

These horrible make-out sessions went on for months. Linnell was torn, flipping between finding him and his kisses repulsive, and almost falling in love, as the lines between Lakshmi — who she now believed was “an incarnation of God” — Vishnu and Linnell, and between spirituality and love, broke down for her.

Soon after this, Vishnu told her to get blood work done, including a full array of STD tests, and to fax him the results, and also to get on birth control. She did all this and they slept together soon after. While this became a regular thing, she found she couldn’t sleep with him without crying.

“I wanted to love him,” she writes. “I wanted to be insanely attracted to him, but I simply wasn’t.”

In the months to come, as their relationship and her virtual enslavement deepened, she cycled constantly between love and disgust.

Lakshmi, who had not known about Vishnu and Linnell after all, found out soon after, and was devastated. But she told Linnell it was her “Divine task” to be Vishnu’s consort, and proclaimed the three of them “a family.” Lakshmi would cry every day over Vishnu’s betrayal, yet encouraged Linnell to continue sleeping with him.

Renee Linnell dancing tango before she joined the cult.
Linnell was now the personal servant for both of them. She cooked and cleaned for them, ran their business and had sex with Vishnu whenever he wanted. And not only wasn’t she being paid, but she was still paying them tuition for classes, which was now up to $1,200 per month.

When they invited her over for Thanksgiving, a request she couldn’t refuse, she had to do all the shopping and cooking. But when Linnell, already pressed, didn’t have time to track down extra items for Lakshmi, the guru went off on her, screaming, “Renee, it’s not all about you!”
Linnell began feeling bitter and angry toward Lakshmi, especially after visiting her home, which was packed with things from throughout Lakshmi’s life. Linnell had burned everything she owned, destroyed cherished possessions and memories, only to discover that Lakshmi didn’t practice what she preached.

Before long, Lakshmi was insulting her in front of the class, calling her out for being too seductive and proclaiming her a witch and a sorceress.
On the rare occasions Linnell stood up for herself, they made her regret it. Once, after telling Vishnu she couldn’t sleep with him anymore, he ignored her for days, then ordered her to write out the three-page “Code of the Samurai” 1,080 times, or 3,420 pages.

“It took weeks, writing every day until my hand cramped,” she writes, “but I f–king did it.”
Linnell made excuses for the abusive behavior, telling herself that her teacher was so pure, she simply couldn’t take the pressure of being in the world.
After Lakshmi refused to speak to her for more than a year, she called Linnell out of the blue one day in August 2010 and said she had a new task for her. She ordered her to quit a job she had previously asked her to find, say goodbye for good to everyone in the class, earn an MBA from a prestigious program she was to start by January and then form a company that earned $10 million a year in pretax profit.
Linnell complied as best she could. She abandoned her life within 48 hours, moved east and began visiting schools, landing in New York.

It took her three more years, therapy and a certified letter from the couple asking her not to come to any more of their events before she finally realized she had been in a cult. She has had no encounters or contact with them since receiving their letter, although she has heard rumors the cult disbanded. She has no interest in learning more or ever having any contact with them again.
Linnell subsequently earned an MBA from NYU, and moved to Colorado five years ago. She reconnected with her old friends and has worked to balance her anger at the couple with the positive elements of their teachings.

From the outside, Linnell’s predicament seems ludicrous. Why would an otherwise smart person fall for this?

“It happens so slowly. So insidiously,” she writes. “At first, it’s like winning the lottery. You think you’ve finally found someone who understands you . . . the you that was meant for greatness.”

Being seen like this, writes Linnell, felt like a religious experience. Energized by all the attention, she went on to meet like-minded people, feeling a new sense of belonging. When she tried to tell people “on the outside” about her new life, they would react with judgment and concern — only sharpening her sense of isolation.

Even today, Linnell can’t completely reject her cult experience.

“I am still trying to figure out how to undo the lingering paranoia left in my mind by their incessant teachings on the occult,” she writes. “But I do know that Lakshmi did push me toward freedom. She did teach me to grow up. She did help me to expand my life in magnificent ways.”

https://nypost.com/2018/10/02/why-i-gave-up-everything-and-joined-a-new-age-cult/

Jan 28, 2018

The Cult Next Door

Small, NJ, New Age cult memoir. A True Story of Deception, Despair, and Redemption. Sociopathic guru and his devotees locked in shared delusion. The high price paid for situational and personal vulnerability and finding yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, a message of hope.

By Elizabeth 
Burchard
"True Story: At 17, Elizabeth, plagued with migraines, attended an initial biofeedback session at the office of an Upper East Side psychologist. Certain of her naivete, the therapist regaled the idealistic Swarthmore College pre-med with prophetic visions of a glorious future, hers to claim alongside him. In the decades that followed, this master at manipulating metaphysical concepts organized a small dedicated band of 'Spiritual Navy Seals.'" 

"Among brainwashed and deluded minds fused with New Age doctrine, Elizabeth prepared for Armageddon. From the gullibility that led her astray, to the enlightenment that freed her, you will travel an incredible journey. For anyone who has ever been trapped by a person who would not let them go, here lies a message of hope and redemption."

http://www.thecultnextdoor.com

Jan 19, 2018

Crystals, potions and tarot cards: the mystical rise of new age businesses

spiritualism
Consumer appetite for spiritualism has sparked a rise in companies offering everything from AI-powered astrology apps to subscription boxes for white witches

Emma Featherstone
The Guardian
January 8, 2018

Ruby Warrington and Alexandra Roxo co-founders of The Numinous with members of the company’s Moon Club in New York.

Harmony Nice is a 20-year old vlogger from Norwich. While she covers beauty on her YouTube channel, and her goth-inspired look is a hit on Instagram, it’s her potions, crystals and tarot cards that set her apart from your average YouTuber.

Nice has been practising the Wicca religion for about four years and has been sharing her beliefs with her 300,000-plus subscribers for just over a year. “Wicca is a nature- and pagan-based religion, with elements of witchcraft in it,” she says.

In one video, Nice explains how she uses tarot cards. In another she presents samples from her crystal collection. She’s also covered Wiccan altars, rune stones and the paranormal. Nice makes a living through the royalties YouTube pays for the content. “I don’t think it’s the videos about Wicca that have grown my channel, but it’s what gets people to stay,” she says.

This interest in witchcraft is part of a revival of new age spirituality. Big business has caught on: publications aimed at 20 and 30-somethings, such as Broadly, Refinery29 and The Cut frequently cover crystal grids, tarot and astrology. The fashion and beauty industries have latched on to the trend. In June, a Dior collection was adorned with images from the Motherpeace feminist tarot deck and beauty brands including Sisley and Aveda are adding gemstones and crystals to products.

Fashion’s interest in the spiritual might prove short-lived, but there is a significant audience with a deeper interest who could offer a sustainable customer base to mystical practitioners.
According to the latest census, over 53,000 people in the UK are Pagan. Paganism can be described as an amalgamation of religions and spiritual traditions, which can include Wicca. Meanwhile, the latest generation of adult consumers – 18-24-year-olds – are open-minded. A study by the US-based National Science Foundation found this demographic the least likely to consider astrology unscientific.

A growing public curiosity about the mystical is something Ruby Warrington noted before launching her business, The Numinous. In 2012, Warrington moved from London, where she’d worked as a features editor, to New York. She says: “Already there was a real scene here of people who you wouldn’t necessarily associate being into this kind of stuff, from practitioners to boutiques. I’ve definitely seen that pick up pace over the last four or five years.

“[It] reflects a shift away from materialism and mass consumerism. This was sparked by the financial crash of 2008, when we were reminded that material markers of success can, literally, vanish overnight.”

The Numinous has a few facets: an online magazine, an events schedule, including workshops and talks, and the Moon Club, a members’ club.

While they may be adapting to the online age, mystical practitioners have a long history, as does the controversy they can attract. One critic is Jon Donnis, who writes the blog BadPsychics.com which, he says, aims to educate people and expose the methods of psychics and practitioners of tarot, reiki and witchcraft. “To be put on the BadPsychics list, I would first have to investigate the psychic and expose how they performed their tricks. If I’m lying, I get sued – so far I have never been sued,” he says.
Mystics’ clients can range from fervent believers to those who dabble for fun. But they can also attract more vulnerable people. It is for this reason that, since 2008, consumer protection laws have required fortune-tellers, astrologers and mediums to say their services are for “entertainment only”.

For Michele Knight, founder of MicheleKnight.com, which offers live psychic readings, it is important there are set guidelines for employees. “We have a long list in our contract, including that you cannot make people dependent [on the service].” She adds: “If we feel somebody is overusing the service, then a manager will ring them up and talk to them about that.”

Knight’s spiritual interest started early: she began dabbling in the psychic when she was around 16, with tarot readings. She says that there has always been a strong connection between feminism and the spiritual. “It’s to do with the matriarch, the wise woman, a different way to be powerful.” She says of the current interest in mysticism: “I think women are waking up and gathering again.”
Holly Cassell, a 26-year-old blogger and witch from Cardiff, agrees. “[Witchcraft] not only acknowledges, but honours and celebrates the idea of the divine feminine, rather than only glorifying masculine qualities, like much of western society.” She adds: “I buy my witchcraft tools almost exclusively from women and non-binary people, and usually small online business owners.”
To compete, many businesses are also merging a mystical service or product with technology, such as Co–Star Personalised Astrology, which is billed as an AI-powered astrology app and the online subscription company White Witch Box, which, for £27 a month, delivers its customers boxes filled with witch-related accessories and trinkets, such as incense, jewellery and altar cloths.

While some promote mysticism as a reaction against materialism, and for others it offers comfort in our technical age, the renewed appetite for the mystical is clearly inspiring an entrepreneurial mindset. Nice says: “I am quite picky about the brands that I work with. Once I feel I’ve done my time on YouTube, which hopefully won’t be for ages yet, I’d like to set up a [Wicca] shop.”

https://www.theguardian.com/small-business-network/2018/jan/18/crystals-potions-and-tarot-cards-the-mystical-rise-of-new-age-businesses

Jan 24, 2017

I was a self-help guru. Here’s why you shouldn’t listen to people like me.

New Age movement
I learned the hard way that the people trying to solve your problems often need help the most.

Vox
Michelle Goodman
January 23, 2017

Deepak Chopra is a fraud. This is what I was thinking as I lingered 20 rows back, waiting for Bree, my boss, to finish huddling with Deepak onstage about the presentation he would give that evening.

Bree ran the San Francisco chapter of The Learning Annex, that mainstay of adult education courses for the personal-growth set. This was the mid-'90s, when people still called the New Age movement "the New Age movement." Deepak was our big get that season. We proudly positioned the blurb announcing his lecture at the front of the newsprint catalog on its own two-page spread, rather than tucked away amid the litany of courses taught by shamans, sexperts, and self-professed real estate tycoons.

I had nothing against Dr. Chopra. I just found it surprising that moments before the dry run now underway, this beacon of enlightenment, a man supposedly above the trivialities of ego and self-doubt, had asked Bree if the khakis he was wearing made him look fat.

Apparently, I learned, gurus are people too, even gurus lining the self-help shelves of friendly neighborhood bookstores. They aren't infallible, all-knowing oracles above worrying about their generous muffin top or widening backside. They are businesspeople — businesspeople with books, keynotes, and openings in their consulting practice to peddle.

"It's all smoke and mirrors," my friend Cherise, a ghostwriter for a number of these bestselling gurus, told me the following week over tea, her Mission District apartment stuffed with piles of self-help books, CDs, and videos. "Many of these people are no more qualified to dole out life lessons than you or I."
How I became a self-help "expert"

A decade and change later, I got a firsthand taste of the guru trade. It was 2007 and my first book, a career guide for creative types who didn't want an office job, was approaching publication.

"Wonderful!" my mother said when I called to tell her my advance copies had arrived in the mail. "When do you go on Oprah?"

I explained to her that most authors, especially small press authors like me, don't get the opportunity to meet the queen of daytime television. I also broke the news that I would not be flying first class around the country on my publisher's dime or drinking Champagne from dollar-bill‑shaped flutes anytime soon. For most nonfiction authors I knew, "going on a book tour" meant blogging obsessively and visiting a couple cities where you had couches to crash on and knew someone who knew someone who ran a conference or an event space at which you could speak. More often than not, you footed the bill yourself.

"You never know," my mother countered. "Look at that Eat, Pray, Love lady. She certainly didn't sell herself short. Just keep me posted so I can tell everyone what shows to see you on and when."

Shortly after this pep talk, the marketing director at my publisher gave me one of her own. Everything was on track, she said across her large, cluttered desk. Press releases and review copies had gone out. The PR team had begun to get some nibbles; I could expect to see a couple early reviews soon and would start getting calls for interviews any week now.

"The rest," she said, "is up to you. Any grassroots steps you can take to connect with readers and build a following will help."

So began my year-long odyssey of doling out career advice to anyone who would listen. Suddenly I was speaking in public, giving TV and radio interviews, writing nationally syndicated columns and recapping it all on multiple social media accounts.
I soon learned that playing pundit is a hypocrite's game

Book promotion is both the best and worst job a writer can have. Yes, getting asked to do interviews and appearances means people actually care about your book, or at least some producer or event organizer facing a hole in their programming schedule does. It's flattering, thrilling, a dream come true — that is, until you sit before the TV camera in your pancake makeup and realize you've forgotten everything you've practiced saying for the past three days and, despite doing a hundred jumping jacks in the bathroom to calm your nerves moments earlier, your hands are shaking and your eyes are twitching and you're pretty sure you're going to throw up.

To say I was an awkward public speaker is to put it mildly. Most radio and TV interviewers are trained to smooth over their guests' rough edges. At bookstore and library podiums, it's possible to pass off repeatedly losing your train of thought or bonking your glasses into the microphone as charming. Not so much when you're at the head of an auditorium filled with hundreds of professionals who expect you to sound like you've been commanding crowds your entire life.

During one particularly disastrous talk I gave to a chapter of the National Association of Professional Organizers, I took the stage only to realize I'd brought the wrong speech. I had agreed to pontificate on how self-employed professionals could stay organized. Only in my haste to leave my hotel room, I'd brought my speech on how writers needed to diversify their skill set. Flustered, I tried to improvise, shuffling through my printed pages for some semblance of a relevant talking point. A couple minutes in, I abandoned my carefully crafted slide deck, as it no longer had any bearing on the morass of words tumbling from my mouth.

"Thank you for coming today," the association board member who'd enlisted me to speak said once it was over, pressing a $15 Starbucks gift card into my hand. (Thank you notes, gift cards, and the "opportunity to sell books afterward" were standard payment for D-list speakers like me.) I smiled sheepishly, desperate to make my way to the book signing table. "You might want to check out Toastmasters," she said, nodding toward the stage. "I used to be terrible up there, too."

I met a lot of other self-help authors along the way. And I discovered there were two types of us: people who lived to write, and self-appointed experts hoping to get rich and famous. "A book is just a means to an end," one A-list blogger told me in the green room of a local TV station, where we awaited our upcoming live segment. Eyeing her crisp red blazer and perfect blowout, I smoothed my rumpled blouse and tried to forget about my frizzy mane.

"Your book is basically your calling card," she continued. To her, a book deal was a business plan — a stepping stone to ad revenue, keynote invitations, corporate sponsorships, consulting gigs, even startup capital. If you wanted to make money writing books, you had to be a thought leader, a guru. Basically you had to be Deepak Chopra.

Attaining Chopra-like status was tough but not impossible, my fellow authors assured me. The key was to monetize my expertise, as though every person I'd ever encountered was loose change waiting to be salvaged from the couch. To do so, I needed to pepper my website with authoritative photos of myself — arms crossed, face confidently arranged into a tell-me-something-I-don't-know expression. I needed an e-newsletter promoting products my many acolytes could buy, like webinars, ebooks, and $499 coaching packages. I also needed to invest $10,000 in a media trainer who could teach me to hold my own with Terry Gross and Anderson Cooper. Never mind that $10,000 was far more than I'd received for my advance and I was already behind on my rent.

If Deepak Chopra was a fraud, then so was I. As I was beginning to glean, playing pundit was a hypocrite's game.
I started to miss deadlines. My inbox was a disaster. My social life suffered.

Rather than follow any of the aforementioned advice, I zigzagged along like the harried freelancer I'd become, rushing from column deadline to media interview to public event and back again, trying to keep both my Amazon ranking and checking account from tanking, often pulling all-nighters to keep up.

I started to miss deadlines. My inbox began to crowd with angry "WHERE'S YOUR STORY?" emails from editors. Each Monday morning ushered in a new round of deciding which late project to finish first. Sometimes I'd arrive at my public talks on two hours of sleep. "You look tired," a colleague said after one particularly lackluster conference session I delivered on how writers could build an impeccable reputation. She neglected to mention the river of pasta sauce I'd unwittingly dribbled down the front of my dress at lunch.

My social life wasn't faring much better. Friends were growing annoyed with me for repeatedly canceling plans so I could work late. My fiancé asked more than once if we were still engaged. At a rare dinner with a couple of buddies, one asked what I was working on. "A story about entrepreneurs who don't work 80 hours a week!" I chirped, entirely serious. One friend cackled wildly. Another spit out her beer.
And then I started having chest pains

Around this time, I started having chest pains. My doctor thought I just needed some TUMS. Three weeks later, the TUMS I was popping like Life Savers stopped working. The tornado in my chest was all I could think about. My doctor now on vacation, I was left to my own neurotic devices. I called the 24-hour number on the back of my insurance card.

"When did the pain start?" the hotline nurse asked.

"About two days ago."

"Shortness of breath?"

"A little…"

I took the nurse's advice and went to the ER. Six hours and multiple tests later, a cardiologist told me there was nothing wrong with my heart. I'd probably been having a panic attack. The prescription? Less stress, more rest.

Publicly I was the poster child for the well-balanced, successful freelancer. Privately I was unraveling. Writing a book about creating a self-styled career you love had led me straight to a job I hated. I was supposed to be this emissary of work-life balance, the queen of controlling one's career destiny. Yet Sunday evenings now gave me the same fetal-position dread my book claimed to help readers avoid. I'd gone to the hospital with chest pains in my 30s, for chrissake, racking up $4,000 in out-of-pocket expenses in the process.
The lesson: practicing what you preach is really, really difficult. So I decided to stop preaching.

Practicing what you preach is tough. And not just for me. I've known dating advice columnists who don't date. I interviewed a career expert who advocated nanny care for telecommuting parents while trying to manage two crying children between sound bites. I know a "turbocharge your freelance income" workshop leader who's privately admitted he has no idea how much he makes because his wife handles all the money.

The dirty little secret of those in the advice business is that we wind up teaching others the lessons we most need to learn ourselves.

When the recession hit, my inbox filled with emails from people facing foreclosure and bankruptcy. People with unfathomable health problems and insurmountable piles of medical bills. One career advice columnist I knew had received letters from people asking if their family still could collect on the life insurance policy if the letter-writer committed suicide.

After one of my bookstore appearances, a woman with short gray hair who resembled my mother approached me, her contorted face the embodiment of all those desperate emails. She had been out of work a year and was out of employment ideas. She was also worried about paying her mortgage the next month.

I ran through my usual spiel about the hidden job market, interim freelance work, networking strategies for job hunters over 50. She spoke slowly, mournfully, shooting down each suggestion, insisting she'd already tried them all.

It worried me that people in such dire straits would tap a stranger they stumbled upon online or in a bookstore for legal, financial, or mental health advice. These were questions to which the only responsible answer was, "You should really talk to a qualified professional about that." It's not that I didn't want to help. It's just that I didn't know how.

"I don't really have anyone to talk to about this," the woman continued, the small bookstore now empty save for the two of us and the event coordinator, who looked to be closing up shop. "I live alone. And nobody cares." The conversation limped along like this for some time, fruitless, hopeless. I suggested a couple sliding scale counseling services and she shot those down, too. I left the bookstore desperate to sleep.

I was starting to feel irresponsible, like the only way I could keep doing this was to forget about all the people my one-size-fits-all platitudes couldn't help. But with coachology comes great responsibility. Responsibility to offer advice you know works, preferably advice you've put to the test yourself. Responsibility to rise above bullshit artistry. Responsibility to not try to solve people's problems you are in no way equipped to fix.

Advising others on how to steer their professional lives and livelihood was a job I no longer wanted. This wasn't just a crisis of skills or cash flow; it was a crisis of conscience.

I'd reached the fork in the road. It was time to make a choice: I could embrace a life of gurudom, assuming a slicker, more polished persona, selling what I knew and faking my way through what I didn't. Or I could return to the quieter, simpler life of a freelance writer. Essentially, I could go Chopra or I could go home.

I chose to go home.

Michelle Goodman is the award-winning author of The Anti 9-to-5 Guide and My So-Called Freelance Life. Her essays and journalism have appeared in Salon, Vice, Bust, Mental Floss, nytimes.com, Seattle Times, Seattle magazine, Entrepreneur and several anthologies. Find her on Twitter @anti9to5guide.

This essay originally appeared on Narrative.ly.

http://www.vox.com/first-person/2017/1/23/14238530/self-help-advice-bogus

May 15, 2014

The monstrous philosophy at the core of Alex & Ani

Steve Ahlquist
April 1, 2014

Carolyn Rafaelian, founder of the jewelry company Alex & Ani, an almost unique Rhode Island business success story, was interviewed by Mark Oppenheimer of the New York Times recently about her company and her astounding success.

Those moderately familiar with Alex & Ani’s jewelry line are aware of the pseudo-religious “new age” veneer the company puts on its products, and Oppenheimer wonders if the company is a “capitalist success story” or a “worldwide church,” before quickly declaring the answer to be “both.”

The core philosophy of Rafaelian’s church is monstrous and anti-human. Alex & Ani profits from selling a worldview based on fear and superstition, one that especially targets the gullible and ignorant. Worse, the company puts forth the idea that everyone deserves what they get, a sort of new-age Calvinism/prosperity gospel in which those who have good lives are reaping the benefits of the positive energy they put forth, and those who are struggling are the recipients of the life lessons needed to turn their sorry lives around.