Here I wish to relate a story - a true story - of a lady who lived in our neighborhood.  I will call her G.   G had some "talents" which have a parallel to the "skills" we see in the successful gurus.

G was divorced (a couple of times) and had kids from these relationships scattered around the country.  G was not interested in any more serious relationships with men,  however she found them useful.  During the ten years G lived in the neighborhood she had at least a hundred "boy friends".
In itself, this is not unusual.  However, in the case of G all the (active) boy friends knew one another
but each one was somehow convinced that he was "the one".

Because I knew G as a neighbor, I was in a different category from "the men" and became her friend.
In this role, I could observe the process she used to recruit and hold her slaves.  The men (slaves)
were chosen for specific talents they had that G needed at the time.  There were slaves to take care
of her car,  slaves to work in the yard,  slaves to do work in the house like painting,  slaves to
do construction work (build a laundry room, etc.) and slaves who did no work but whose job it
was to give G money and things.

When a new slave was selected, he went through sort of an "initiation".  This usually consisted of
the new recruit and G going swimming nude at night in her pool.  Sex was not part of the initiation
unless the ordinary initiation failed to put the new recruit under her spell and she felt that this recruit
was especially necessary.  Even then, it was only done once.  After that, the mental illusion of
"more to come" was enough to hold the slave in a state of compliance.

A friend of mine once asked me about G and wanted to meet her.  I explained to him what to
expect from G - that she only wanted slaves and how she operated.  However, even after
being briefed, G was able to place him under her spell and he showed up one day assigned to
a work detail.  It was only after he married a "real girl" that the spell of G was broken.  After
that he had little complementary to say about her.

One day, I was visiting G.  We sat in the comfy air-conditioned house and talked.  There were
three slaves working that day.  She had one in the front yard and two in the back doing yard work.
G was at the kitchen table coordinating scheduling.  She kept a book of the things she wanted
the slaves to do and scheduled them as to day and time.

G seemed in a philosophical mood:  She glanced out front at the slave working - then she glanced
towards the back where two more were toiling in the 95 degree summer sun.  Then she sort of
sighed and looked off into space and said, "All these men - they come and go like flies".

If you have the power to make others your slaves, you do not need any other power.  For
everything you need or want there is someone who has it or knows how to do it.  All you
have to do is to put that someone under your spell and order them to get you what you want.
If this comes easy for you, then you stop looking at the people who help you as "people".
To G, the men who "loved" her were "like flies".

There are many parallels between G and her slaves and the cult "masters" and their followers.

There was a similarity in the type of person chosen.  Most of G's men were not very intellectual.
She picked them to do physical work.  When you would see them, they had the same "vacant
zombie look" as you see in loyal cult members.  There are many RS book references to the
"simple hill people" to the effect that they make good initiates because they have little mental
activity.  G's men also generally fell into that category.

G used basically the same technique to handle her work details as the gurus do.  The slaves
worked for free but she would cook food for them.  Similarly, the "masters", when they have slaves
working on a project, will provide free food and quarters.  The slaves are not paid and
have no normal job related protections (such as accident insurance).

Like cult masters, once G got someone "hooked", they generally stayed hooked.  For months
after she moved away, every so often some starry-eyed guy would show up asking, "Do you know where G is.  I am (slave so-in-so).  You may remember me.  I am a friend of G..."
Actually, I did not remember them - there were so many - and I did not have the heart to
tell the suckers that, in reality, the "love of their life" thought they were "flies".

In cult "masters", what we see may well be described as a "higher octave of prostitution".
The "masters", basically,  are "spiritual whores".
 
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