I asked, “What sort of place is this? A cult center?”
Silence.
"Well..., sorta."I began to worry, but not too much – I had been through these sorts of conditioning routines when I was in the military, and this was only for a weekend, and it's hard to teach old dogs like me new tricks. I was sure I'd survive with my values intact and might even enjoy the experience. A few days as a granola-muncher might be interesting.
We finally arrived, checked in, and were assigned our cells. The place had once been a Jesuit seminary so the accommodations were sparse, but adequate. A bulletin board carried a list of planned activities and sign-up sheets. Jeez, just like summer camp! Nothing appealed to me, although I was a bit intrigued by the term “pole walking.” Was that something like balance beam training or was it a beginner’s course for aspiring strippers? Nobody was signed up for it, so I demurred. “She Who Must Not Be Named” and her friend were scheduled for a full and intensive round of yoga training sessions. These ran from early morning to evening. At least they would be out of my hair for most of the weekend.
I set out to explore, avoiding of course the “clothing optional” men’s area. I had no interest in seeing the local version of the “Borat” cast.
This place was estrogen central. About ninety percent of the attendees were women -- mostly middle-aged, but with a sprinkling of twenty-somethings and oldies. There was little interaction. People tended to pad around quietly, keeping mostly to themselves. The setting was beautiful – high on a hill overlooking a lake with mountains trailing off into the distance. The weather was ideal – cool and clear. I grabbed my camera and took to the trails.
Hmmm….
I began to realize that these days all the cultiness was little more than window-dressing – a draw for people who wanted to enjoy the cult experience without actually having to live it. In a sense it is still exploiting new-age silliness, but in a different mode.
A few examples:
There were “silent meals” but that only applied to breakfast, and there was a sound-proofed area nearby for people who wanted human interaction while they ate, and when people did break the silence nobody glared at them or shushed them. It was pretty much like a library environment.
There was a strict vegetarian foodline, but there was an alternative line where you could get dairy products [but no meat].
When told I had to remove my shoes to enter an area because “people’s faces are in contact with the floor and you wouldn’t want to lick your shoes, would you?” [I suppose to someone, somewhere that makes sense – it didn’t to me.] I responded with my best
In other words, every aspect of the cult regime was negotiable or could easily be abandoned. The aim was no longer to dominate and change the people who flocked to the center, but to cater to them. Some of the old-timers I talked to really resented that – they longed for the old days of rigid discipline and anti-capitalist, anti-bourgeois purity.
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