I was lying in the dark just now and I suddenly remembered how my friend Harmony once told me her grandparents were in what was essentially a cult, and how every week she would go with them to their “church” to help set up chairs and tables or something. The way she described it, she said it wasn’t nefarious or altogether deranged, but that it certainly fell under the definition of a cult. According to her, these people were brainwashed in a way that was different from other organized religions . . . almost in a sort of otherworldly way, like how Jehovah’s Witnesses come off. (If you’ve never had one come to your door, they speak robotically.) I asked her why she kept going, and she said it made her grandparents happy, and that she somehow got something out of it even though she know it was all horseshit. Harmony lived about twenty miles south of Oakland back then, so I imagine it’s got to be around there. Knowing that, I wonder if I’d be able to figure out where the church is . . . but maybe I don’t want to know.
Last time I saw Harmony, she had me drop her off several houses down from her grandparents’ place because, she said, if her grandfather saw her with a boy, it would be disorienting to him. Apparently it had something to do with his esoteric religion, and I reckon that means such a thing was forbidden. Men and women couldn’t be friends, is how I took it. This was a couple of years ago, and Harmony was probably 25 at the time, so I mean . . . I don’t know. That’s pretty weird!
Harmony had to flee the Bay Area because she got doxxed and I think Some Guy From The Internet showed up at her house. She was pretty shaken and went into hiding for a while. I wonder where she ended up. Well, I reckon that’s one way to escape the Grandpa Cult. . . .