This article is part of a series of investigations into cultic dynamics in fringe groups.
Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.
This passage from my memoir "Cult Child" discusses a near-death experience I had when I was five years old.
One Year. 165 Hours. The Final Product.
Sometime I speak to other ex-Move of god cult members, and I know things I don’t know how to approach; like their parent being a pedophile. I listen to their pain, and what affected them, and the more I listen, the more I understand how deeply dissecting mind control is. There is a different perspective … Continue reading I Don’t Know How To Tell You
Art is a process of immersion and re-emerging.
Sexual abuse, trauma; Leaves physical scars Too deep to ever leave.
Chill Out. Remember Everything.
I used to harbor a lot of hate toward my mother. Let me tell you something. Hate only hurts yourself and others. It is not a shield. It comes with no solutions. It is fueled by anger and should only be felt righteously; such as HATING child rapists. In my mind the only perspective I … Continue reading Healing Yourself Heals the World
Collage Book by Vennie Kocsis Collage art is a medium which I feel most in harmony with. For me, it’s akin to throwing runes and letting the story emerge on its own. I picked up some outdated pocket planners from Half Price Books to up-cycle into new books. Below is a time-lapse video of my … Continue reading “I’m Kind Of a Big Deal: We’re Talking Cover-up”
This past decade has been filled with many turns in the bumpy road I have traveled. I have pushed through deep depressions and sad realizations about this human existence. I have absorbed and grown my mindfulness and ability to receive and give love. I have waded through dissociative disorder peaks, organizing the many compartments of … Continue reading The Eye Of the Mother