Take Me for a Ride: Coming of Age in a Destructive CultLaxer, Mark E.
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Take Me for a Ride: Coming of Age in a Destructive Cult
Laxer, Mark E.
Cults -- United States; Lenz, Frederick, 1950-
In contrast, his relationships with women were highly refined,
Rama pointed out, because for him sex had become an act of spiritual,
not physical, self-giving. Nonetheless, after he got his housemate Anne
pregnant in 1982, his self-giving nature was nowhere to be found.
Instead of offering her wisdom or support, he sat in the lobby of
the abortion clinic, sorting and counting cash from a workshop he had
given on spiritual evolution.
When Anne returned to the lobby after the abortion, Rama had disappeared.
Embarrassed, she approached the receptionist.
"He went to a bookstore," the woman replied. "He said he'd
be back later."
Women in the Centre were not supposed to let on that they were
sleeping with Rama. Anne therefore felt that she had no one with whom
to share the burden of the abortion. When she appeared depressed
a week later, Rama, in front of another disciple, remarked, "If it's
not one, it's the other."
Rama often invited women disciples to "talk" with him after
Centre meetings, Anne recalled years later. But there, in his bedroom,
they frequently exchanged more than words. Rama's relationship policy,
she also recalled, required inner circle women to limit their
relationships to one man: himself. His justification for the policy
was that it kept them from unwittingly transferring their partners'
lower male energy. Male energy, he frequently complained,
very much affected his finely tuned, delicate sensibilities.
Perhaps Rama sought protection from "baby energy" as well;
he managed to persuade one disciple in her late twenties to leave
her husband and newborn child.
Despite his ability to invoke adoration and fidelity, Rama seemed
concerned that his power to control female followers was
not absolute. He therefore kept certain men from the inner circle,
despite my recommendations.
"Jeff," I once advised, "is really smart. He's good with people,
and he's a lot of fun to be around."
Rama hesitated. "I don't know, Mark; I'm worried about Dana."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want her falling in love with him."
Rama was in a bind. On the one hand, he knew that Jeff would be an asset
to the operation. On the other, he sensed that Jeff was too bright
(he had been an honors graduate student in chemistry at UCSD),
too athletic (he played ultimate frisbee), and too good looking
to be running around loose within the carefully controlled nest.
But Rama had a plan. He encouraged Jeff to form a relationship
with Karen, who had previously followed Rama's advice and turned
down an offer from Stanford medical school. He then encouraged
them both to enroll in a computer science Master's program at UCLA,
and to gradually phase me out as the poster and newspaper
distribution coordinator.
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