According to the young guru, "all a Rolls Royce is is a piece of tin."

Right. Just a worthless piece of tin and dirt. Just like his multi-million dollar mansions, Gulfstream jet, helicopter, former yacht, million-dollar stereo system and all the rest. Jesus came as a carpetner and this time he came as a king.

How easily I accepted these explanations without challenge and without any thought whatsoever. They were a desperately needed gilded pathway - a golden bridge - over my canyon of suppressed apprehensions. Just like when I rolled over and accepted the sixteen-year-old's marriage to a twenty-four-year-old airline stewardess.

That kind of infantile, la la land thinking based on an idealistic notion of ultimate transcendent consciousness combined with my immature need for it all to be true is a clear example of what cult-indoctrination does to a perfectly good mind.