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Think you could never join a cult? Think again.

Cults thrive on secrecy, isolation, deception, and manipulation as they coerce even worldly and intelligent people into their cruel grip. In this award-winning memoir, Alexandra Amor shines a light on cults so that others might learn from her heartbreaking experience. Amor gracefully and sensitively explains how ordinary and intelligent people get seduced into joining cults, why they stay despite the emotional and psychological abuse, and what the long process of recovery looks like once someone leaves a cult.

Amors transparency about her decade-long involvement with a Vancouver, Canada cult makes this powerful and gripping book an excellent resource for those wanting to know more about how the mind control of a high demand spiritual or religious group works.

This excellent memoir reveals how a charismatic, manipulative spirit medium can use love for God and neighbor as a hook to drag a small group of devotees into her cynical web of impossible goals for self-perfection. After a heroic struggle for insight, Alexandra Amor was one of the cult members who broke the abusive spell.
Joesph Szimhart, Cult Information Specialist

Knowledge is power. Buy this chilling memoir today and educate yourself about how cults work.

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CULT, A LOVE STORY
TEN YEARS INSIDE A CANADIAN CULT AND THE SUBSEQUENT LONG ROAD OF RECOVERY
ALEXANDRA AMOR
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CONTENTS

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PROLOGUE

G od says that I need to move into the new millennium unencumbered.

My boyfriend looked at me from across the kitchen table as he uttered these words. His expression was a mix of grief, shock and steely resolve to do what he felt was being requested of him by the Almighty. It took me a few seconds to realize that what he meant was that he was breaking up with me and that I was the encumbrance he needed to be free of.

When we had begun to date, two and a half years earlier, it had felt like coming home. We were intellectually well matched and had similar tastes and interests in books and films, wine and food. It didnt hurt that we were on the same spiritual path and had both chosen to follow Limori, a self-styled New Age spiritual guru of immense charm and charisma who espoused the seemingly unquestionable values of Love, Light and Truth.

There was enormous chemistry between Michael and me, the kind Id never experienced before or since, and I delighted in how happy we made each other. It felt like a great pleasure and privilege to experience such a force of nature as this love between us. Ill risk possible accusations of hyperbole and say that the connection between us had such depth and resonance that every time our eyes met I felt a sizzle of recognition and peace. It was like having my soul walk around outside my body.

And now, it seemed, it was over. Without warning, without explanation and certainly without mercy.

He continued. The karma that needed to be cleaned up between us is now complete, so theres no longer any need for us to be in a relationship.

We were in the kitchen of Wolfs Den, a fishing resort that our guru owned and operated in central British Columbia, and Michael, my suddenly ex-boyfriend, had just emerged from a four-hour telephone conversation with Limori.

Ill move my things out of our cabin now, he said, and tonight I am to stay in Limoris suite. Underneath the look of grief and shock on his face, he looked smug and undeniably pleased with himself. Our leader was in Arizona at the moment with her travelling entourage, so as quickly as I was being demoted to ex-girlfriend, Michael was being vaulted to the status of someone spiritually important enough to occupy her palatial and sacred private suite in her absence. It was clearly his payoff for making a difficult and painful decision to choose God over me.

With this information, I was able to decipher a tiny bit about what was happening. Michaels ongoing status as Limoris trusted confidante, right-hand man and most obedient disciple was confirmed and affirmed by his invitation to spend the night in the hallowed halls of her private suite. It was also unfortunately dawning on me that I, on the other hand, was the spiritual miscreant in this scenario. There has to be a bad guy in every story and it seemed I was being cast in that role this time. I had seen this happen again and again over the years to so many of our peers in Limoris group, but I had, until now, not personally been on the receiving end of a devastating, blind-siding blow of this magnitude. Its impact on my position in the groups hierarchy was immediately becoming apparent; I felt myself plummeting toward the very lowest rungs of a perverse, real-life game of Snakes and Ladders. One minute I had been on vacation with my boyfriend, the next I was single, shunned and demonized.

To add insult to injury, Michael had chosen to (or had been instructed to) deliver his news not in private, but at the kitchen table in front of three of our fellow disciples, who lived and worked at Wolfs Den year-round. To my right sat Lisa, resident cook, housekeeper and den mother. Also at the table were Matthew, who had originally owned the resort and at one point been married to our guru, and John, another long-time group member. If the four at the table, and the guru herself (who had been on the phone), could have sent me packing at that very minute to catch a flight back home, they would have.


Todays flight has already left, so youll have to wait until tomorrow to go back to Vancouver, Lisa said.

The next morning, after a sleepless night awash in shock, grief and self-loathing, I crunched my way along the snowy path from the cabin where Id been staying to the main lodge. Lisa was cooking and said a brief hello, with no enquiry into how I was feeling or if I needed anything. Matthew joined me at the table.

How was your night? he asked, chuckling. Ill bet you didnt get any sleep.

I flinched, as though stung, from Matthews cruel delight in my misery. He knew intimately what I was going through; he had been on the receiving end of a devastating spiritual pronouncement from Limori more than once. To him, and to all of us, the agony I was experiencing was simply the difficult row it was necessary to hoe if one wanted to truly serve the God that Limori had us believing in. If the lofty end result was our and the worlds salvation, then any and all ugly means it took to get there were justified.

Michael joined us then, looking at once drained and self-satisfied.

How are you? he asked coldly.

There was a hint of blame in his voice, which confirmed my worst fears. Limori had obviously laid the necessity for our break-up squarely at my feet. I had done something wrong at what she would describe as an energetic level. It would be something invisible to the human eye but vastly important to the balance and order of the universe. As Gods messenger it was Limoris duty to bring these transgressions to the attention of her followers. I was being put in the paradoxical position of being entirely responsible for what was happening to me and yet completely powerless to change or refute it, given that whatever was wrong was something only Limori could see.

I couldnt answer Michaels question and for the first time in seventeen hours I felt my eyes begin to tear up. My shock until that point had been so debilitating that through all the hours of agony and emotional turmoil the night before I hadnt shed a single tear, which had only frightened me further. Why couldnt I cry when the worst thing I had ever experienced had just happened? I turned my back to him and stared out the kitchen window, unwilling to let him see me weep, and tried to collect myself. I failed; the waterworks started then because of his question. They wouldnt stop for years.

We ate breakfast as a group of five, or rather, a group of four and one outcast. The four around me began to play up the artificial mirth and collective bonding that comes with having a pariah in their midst. I was familiar with it because Id done the same thing to others in our group who had been cast out in the past. They bantered and chatted while I stewed in my own pain at the table. I said nothing and attempted to choke down a piece of toast, but could barely swallow for fear, grief and confusion, and the stifled, unacknowledged outrage that filled my throat.

Michael got serious toward the end of the meal. I watched his servant of God mask develop on his face and knew I was in for it again.

Alexandra, do you have any questions? he asked in a scathing voice.

Questions!!? I have a million questions! Like, what the hell is going on? How is it that you agreed to dump me after a four-hour telephone conversation with someone else? What happened to us deciding to live together a few days ago? What in the hell did Limori say to you yesterday on that call that could make you jettison me in such a cruel and callous way? And how did I become the enemy so fast? When will you look at me again without that deep, dark contempt in your eyes? And how can I fix this? And why should I want to fix this? Is everyone here nuts? Cant you see that this is CRAZY? Its insanity to treat people like this and call it Gods will. Are you serious? THIS is what God wants? Misery and fear and terror and humiliation and desperate powerlessness? Really? THIS is what God wants?

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