So I had my first cult experience. It was so surreal. I went to a nearby yoga center called Dahn Yoga Center thinking it was just a yoga studio and maybe I could sign up for a package. When I called he (Mu Wa) said he needed to do an energy consultation and that was $25. It included a massage so I think I heard that and didn’t care about anything else. It was new agey and fruity (reading chakras,etc) but some yogis are like that so I let it go.

After the fantastic rubdown he totally tried to brainwash me and told me my Lupus was because my mind and body weren’t connecting and there were “Blockages”. They could heal me through their “program”. I laughed. Seriously. The whole thing was $1900 and he had me trapped in this little room talking about how I really needed this and my body was crying out in pain. SO funny. He kept pressuring me and I kept saying “I’m not making any decisions tonight.” The guy was relentless. It was so odd. Then he started bringing the price down. “Well, what about $1300. Will you pay that?” Very nicely I kept saying “I’m not buying anything tonight” I finally just stood up and held my coat by the door. He huffed a little and then opened the door. When I got out in the lobby, the class that was in session was letting out. (I could hear them grunting and yelling through the walls). It was very “One flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest” in that they were all wearing white faux karate outfits with their names scrawled in black marker across their chests. They were sizing me up and I was sizing them up. I know I sound like a critical bitch but each person looked like a misfit. This Dahn Studio was the place where they felt validated and loved and accepted. The whole thing was delightfully bizarre. It was actually a nice break from the norm. At least now I can say it happened to me!   I researched when I got home and found this web site. Bizarre indeed. http://www.rickross.com/reference/dti/dtivisitor.html

On a completely different non-cult note I would like to state yet another reason why I adore my husband. He went to the grocery last night and I asked him to pick up a tube of Maybelline Great Lash mascara, half expecting him to not be able to find it or to come home with the wrong tube. Not only did he come home with the exact tube but he had a whole thought process about it. He said “Well, I looked at the waterproof one but didn’t get that one because I know you take your makeup off with soap and water, so that wouldn’t work”. Yes, my babies’ daddy thought about mascara and how I take it off while standing in the aisle at the grocery. That one comment endeared me to him more than I already am. He is in a league of his own.