ICSA Today, Vol. 01, No. 02, page 17
NO ONE JOINS A CULT
Annabet Moseley, M.A.
“Come,” they whispered.
“Come, BE, and live with us.”
Seductive promises and subtle lies
caressed her lonely heart.
She desired a life of meaning and light,
freedom and joy.
What she got was so much less –
except for the painful part.
Dropping into madness born of
She saw them body bag her lover,
carrying him away.
A deadly ritual that ended in
absolute denial as
the cult leader intoned,
“We have nothing to say.”
Be quiet and don’t cry anymore.
You’ve got to Stop – Stop – STOp – STOP!!!”
Fragile mind spiraling out of sync,
unable to accept
messages from the cult’s top.
Mind and body frail,
starving, overwhelmed, exhausted,
twisting and turning for an answer –
for any way out
of the widening
nightmare consuming even her days,
oh blissful sleep, seemed a logical route.
Surviving, instead of dying,
she started the long road
back from the utter darkness of
failed cultdom to light.
Trying this and that, plunged again and
drowning waters of guilt and sadness,
she held on tight.
News of Wellspring where
healing could be found
brought her new understanding about
how cults work.
Interpreted by a kind and caring doctor
who gave his all
to help damaged souls escape
the demons who lurk.
“No one joins a cult,”
Dr. Paul Martin said.
Like a vine clinging to a wall,
she believed him.
It was the first truth that breached
of mind terrorists
who took her to destruction’s rim.
She repeated and
repeated and repeated those words
In the months and years after he
They brought her release
from guilt and pain
Building each moment
into a bright new day.
For those saving words,
for empathy and
Dr. Martin, your
memory we bless.