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Liberation From A Weird Religious Cult Thanks To The Secret.
Submitted by: Simon Blain
Bowral, NSW, AustraliaI broke free from an insidious cult after 30 plus years, thanks in no small measure to The Secret. I now live a fabulous and normal life with my wonderful partner, Christine, and last month we were married. So many of our wedding guests said it was the best wedding ever! We agree, and again, thanks in no small measure to The Secret.
I broke free from an insidious cult after 30 plus years, thanks in no small measure to The Secret. I now live a fabulous and ‘normal’ life with my wonderful partner, Christine, and last month we were married. So many of our wedding guests said it was the best wedding ever! We agree, and again, thanks in no small measure to The Secret.
There is a Secret Story to be told about my journey. My former wife, Eva and I began to realize during the 1990s that the cult, to which we were committed, was riddled with hypocrisy. As the years went by, we were on the receiving end of all the characteristics of an exploitative religious cult, but we were blind to the insanity. That is how it is for people ensnared by a cult.
Eventually, we more or less broke free from that weird, religious cult. Every day I experience profound gratitude for having broken free. Those who leave a cult often carry the ideology with them for the remainder of their lives, not as a conscious choice, but because of the potent brainwashing that is extremely difficult to escape. Even if one breaks free to some degree, there are always more layers to be peeled away. Eva and I had cleared away a truckload of garbage, but the cult still lurked in our consciousness.
Then, unexpectedly, Eva was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 49. Despite the physical affliction, her consciousness blossomed. Three years later she passed away. I remember she often said she didn’t want to live to an old age, and she accepted death with poise and grace.
This is where my story really begins, but it doesn’t mark the end of my connection with Eva.
She asked that her ashes be scattered in the sea at her favorite spot near Noosa in Queensland, Australia, where she would often meditate. One evening, I had her ashes in a silver urn in my hotel room in Noosa, and I was prepared to meet with friends the following morning, to share in the farewell to Eva.
It was a beautiful evening, and Noosa is one of the most gorgeous locations on the planet. So, I took a stroll along Hastings Street, the main boulevard of shops, oceanfront accommodation, cafes, and restaurants, leaving Eva’s silver urn in my hotel room. The soft light, the gentle sea breeze, and the relaxed elegance of Noosa uplifted my mood, after having undergone considerable grieving. I took in the sights and the mood of this special moment in time, glancing in the windows of a few of the interesting stores as I strolled along although most of those shops were closing.
I came across a boutique bookshop that was still open and decided to go inside, with no intention of buying. The cult I belonged to discouraged the reading of books that were not related to the cult, so bookshops had only recently returned to my orbit.
One book particularly caught my attention, “Hero“, by Rhonda Byrne. I had never heard of The Secret. It had come into being while we were buried in the hogwash of the cult. I picked up Hero, quickly flipped the pages, and very suddenly decided to buy it. This was the first book I had bought in decades and it felt sweet. Still savoring the evening, I carried my small paper bag of unknown value back to my hotel and began to read.
I had waves of powerful, positive emotion. Totally awesome! Where had I been all my life? I had been sleepwalking, it seemed. This was what breaking free from a cult really felt like! This is what life was meant to be! This was living, as opposed to the oppressive hypnosis I had thus far called living.
This experience was my final step in the process of breaking free from the cult. A final step that I feel so fortunate to have been able to make. Without having the profound experience that evening in Noosa, I would still today be peeling away layers of the onion.
It doesn’t go unnoticed that this beautiful evening was not just about connecting with The Secret, but also, a farewelling to Eva, as she had asked to be ‘farewelled’. More specifically, I am certain her non-physical essence was at play in this profound scenario. Eva was deeply committed to the promise of spiritual emancipation but she had been badly short-changed by the cult.
At death she was rewarded, of that, I have no doubt. She metamorphosed into enlightenment, which until that moment, had eluded her. From that state, she was able to steer me from a no-mans-land of “cult refugee”, into having a taste of uplifted consciousness, given as her gift to me. It is that same consciousness that is the fruit of The Secret.
Learning the fullness of The Secret is the Hero’s journey. It is the true journey of our human existence. I am humbled and deeply honored with profound gratitude, to now be on that journey. It is the journey that mystics, religionists, philosophers, spiritualists, hippies, and seekers of all kinds have always striven to embark upon.
The journey has now been charted, and I write this, my life story, as an epistle of gratitude to a special cartographer of the Hero’s journey, Rhonda Byrne.