July 28, 2025 • 23 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:16):
Hello, and welcome my favorite murder the minisode. And this
week we have a very special minisode for you because
our newest podcast, trust Me, is going to premiere on Wednesday,
July thirtieth, right here on exactly right.
Speaker 2 (00:29):
If you love cult stories, you're going to love this podcast.
Hosts low LeBlanc and Megan Elizabeth are badass cult survivors themselves,
and they unpack how cults work, how people get pulled in.
Speaker 1 (00:39):
And how to get out, and so in honor of
the new podcast, trust Me, this week's episode is themed.
We will be doing some cult stories.
Speaker 2 (00:47):
Hell yeah, it turns out we have enough to do
a whole minisode about cults.
Speaker 1 (00:50):
It turns out you all need to call your dad.
Do you want to go first? Sure?
Speaker 2 (00:54):
All right? Alama Christian Foundation try to recruit me.
Speaker 1 (00:58):
Is that the airbrush jean jacket?
Speaker 2 (01:00):
It is the air rushing jacket cult?
Speaker 1 (01:02):
I covered the first person.
Speaker 2 (01:03):
That's right, Hi, y'all, longtime listener, first time writer. Let's
get into it. In episode four eighty two, Georgia told
us the shocking story of the Alamo Christian Foundation. I
know about this cult. My sister was a member, and
they tried to recruit me. In about nineteen seventy three,
we sadly lost my older sister let's call her Jane,
to this cult. It sounds like she's dead, but she's not.
Speaker 1 (01:25):
Just spoiler alert. It's tough though. It's like they get
ripped out of the family and they cut people off.
Speaker 2 (01:30):
Ye. She was living near Los Angeles and at the
age of nineteen, struggling with the death of a close friend,
possibly her boyfriend, who was killed in the Vietnam War.
She must have been easy prey for years. The only
contact we had for occasional letters. I remember the envelopes
were thick with pages handwritten by Jane and others in
the cult. My secular parents were pretty angry and these
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pages were quickly thrown out once I managed to peek
at them. I'm twelve years younger than Jane, so at
about age ten, I couldn't really understand what was written.
I remember thinking it was a lot of religious gobbledegook,
even at twelve. Fast forward, in nineteen eighty five, I
was spending the summer near San Francisco and had managed
to get in touch with Jane, who was still in
Los Angeles. By this time, she was married to a
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fellow cult member and had a one year old son.
I arranged to visit them for the weekend. Initially, the
readunion was awkward, but her husband seemed kind and I
enjoyed playing with my nephew. I was nineteen at the time,
the same age my sister was when she was recruited
into the cult. During the visit, I stayed in a
small hotel and we all ate out together in cafes,
so I never actually saw where they were living. I
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remember they were living. They got kicked out because there
were three hundred of them in one happy apartment.
Speaker 1 (02:38):
Yeah, and whatever I have pictured those apartments that are
on Crescent Heights like right, lust, Yeah.
Speaker 2 (02:44):
Exactly what it is.
Speaker 1 (02:45):
Yeah.
Speaker 2 (02:45):
When I asked about their home, Jane brushed off my
questions and said something about how there wasn't enough room
for me to stay at theirs.
Speaker 1 (02:52):
Yeah literally huzzers.
Speaker 2 (02:53):
Yeah. On the Saturday, there was a big get together
where I was introduced to lots of people and everyone
was very friendly. Mm, HM's a Walmark sign.
Speaker 1 (03:01):
Right, I'd love to meet a rude cult member, just
someone that's like a withholder.
Speaker 2 (03:05):
No thank you, like they don't want my cults. Yeah,
Then on the Sunday, we went to a church service,
where the pastor gave a dramatic fire and brimstone sermon.
He then invited my sister to the stage and she
began telling a story of how she was brought up
in a godless family who had not found Jesus. I
remember feeling annoyed. Our parents had instilled in us good
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family values, even though we did not attend church. When
she finished, she asked me to join her on the
stage so that the Lord could be brought into my heart.
Everyone was cheering, and I didn't know what would happen
if I refused, so I politely went up to the stage.
The pastor held my hand and said some prayers. Then
the congregation began singing and chanting, finally with a lot
of amens and praise the Lord. The service finished, and
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as we were leaving, everyone came up to me to
ask how I was feeling now that I was saved.
I nodded and smiled, playing along as best as I could.
I don't remember much else, but you can bet I
was on my flight back to San Francisco that evening.
Speaker 1 (04:02):
I mean, it's already like your older sister making you
do something where you're like, what she just called my name?
She's making me go.
Speaker 2 (04:09):
Up there totally.
Speaker 1 (04:10):
It's such a bad way to try to get somebody
to join your cult.
Speaker 2 (04:14):
Yeah right. I heard almost nothing from my sister for
several more years, But once the cult was disbanded, the
family moved to Texas and began leading relatively normal lives.
I'm so grateful we are now in touch, and though
we live quite far apart, we have regular video calls
and I visit them all at least once a year.
I'm careful never to ask anything about their experiences, and
nothing is ever mentioned buck in family.
Speaker 1 (04:35):
Yeah, shut it down, secrets no, never memory hole that shit. Yeah.
Speaker 2 (04:40):
The one year old is now forty one and a
loving father.
Speaker 1 (04:44):
I'm so glad because those stories of like the abuse
in that cult absolutely horrifying.
Speaker 2 (04:49):
I have no idea if he was involved in making
the famous jean jackets. Remember it was all made by kids,
child lambor. But on a recent visit to my sisters,
I spotted one hanging in the closet. Oh shit, it's
where some money, let's see. Stay safe and if anyone
tries to save you, make sure you get the hell
out of there yours e she her damn.
Speaker 1 (05:09):
That is a true first person witness account.
Speaker 2 (05:11):
Yeah, I am like a badass nineteen year old who
said nope, because you know, yeah, you're susceptible at that age.
Speaker 1 (05:17):
Also really smart where it's like you get forced into
being saved and everyone's like don't you love it? And
you're like, by just keep it real blank.
Speaker 2 (05:26):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (05:27):
Okay, well you might remember this cult. We talked about
it when we did shows in Australia tour. Yeah. Okay,
so this says, hello, MFM pals, I wanted to share
a story I've been told by my nana Joan and
then a parentheses it says, I know you guys love
Nana names. That has a creepy personal connection. My nana
had seven kids in the fifties and sixties. The youngest
were my two aunts, who are twins born sometime in
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the late sixties. They lived in Victoria, near where the
cult called the Family operated, And if you didn't know,
the family is known to have stolen babies from hospitals.
So remember they were the ones where the kid's hair
was bleach blonde and it was super eerie. So apparently
they did that maybe I talked about it when I
covered it right seven years ago, can't remember. Says they
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got away with this because of staff who worked in
the hospitals that were connected to the family, and from
my understanding, they were stolen from unwed mothers.
Speaker 2 (06:19):
Oh God, so probably.
Speaker 1 (06:21):
Went to the people they knew couldn't fight them. While
ultrasounds had been recently invented and available in Australia, I
guess my nana hadn't received one because she had no
idea she was pregnant with twins. The story goes that
on the day of her labor, she gave birth to
a baby, and while the medical staff were doing what
they do with a newborn, bustling about the room, she
felt herself give birth to another baby. After a short while,
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the doctor brought her baby over to her and she said,
where's the other one? You only had one baby? They reply,
I mean, you gotta be fucking kidding me, what, You
only had one baby? You didn't that experience that you
just had of having a baby.
Speaker 2 (06:59):
Bit now, okay.
Speaker 1 (07:01):
She says, No, I gave birth twice. I had two babies.
One thing you you wouldn't be a mistaken now about
having a baby.
Speaker 2 (07:08):
Oh what happened?
Speaker 1 (07:09):
They denied this again. It wasn't until she started screaming
down the hospital walls, where is my other baby? That
they relented and said, okay, here it is.
Speaker 2 (07:18):
Shut the fuck up.
Speaker 1 (07:21):
The suspicion is that since no one was expecting a
second baby, the staff, who were probably connected to the family,
had attempted to abduct the second baby.
Speaker 2 (07:29):
I bet they knew she was having twins, so you
could tell just by phil if you're a good doctor,
probably right.
Speaker 1 (07:33):
Y and size. Yeah, yeah, o my god, you may
be thinking, but probably not. Maybe she felt herself giving
birth to the placenta.
Speaker 2 (07:41):
That's what I was thinking.
Speaker 1 (07:41):
Yeah, yeah, I thought the same. But surely they would
have been able to prove that that's what it was.
They did bring a second baby back to her, and
I do have adult twin aunts, and they do look
like they both belong in our family, so I think
her suspicions about the event are probably correct.
Speaker 2 (07:56):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (07:58):
Also, again, I just have to say the idea that
anybody is going to doubt a woman who says I had.
Speaker 2 (08:03):
To pay birth twice totally, No, you didn't.
Speaker 1 (08:06):
I just passed an extra large football through my body.
Speaker 2 (08:11):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (08:12):
My Nana passed in twenty eighteen, so I'm not able
to ask her to repeat the story. Towards the end,
she had dementia and may not have been able to
recall it correctly anyways, though she did spend many of
her last days being annoyed at my uncle, who she
lived with, for withholding our daily square of chocolate. He
always gave her a square, but she would forget and
think that he had and be real mad about it. Ah,
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stay sexy, and I always demand to receive your babies
and your.
Speaker 2 (08:36):
Chocolate, Laura, don't say no to Grandma Jone.
Speaker 1 (08:39):
Nana Joe, Nana Joe, Nana Joone. That's a good light.
Speaker 2 (08:43):
It's so fucked up.
Speaker 1 (08:44):
I think that's the ultimate. I mean, not the ultimate,
because the cult stories are so crazy, but like a
baby stealing cult is wild. That's wild and horrible and scary.
Speaker 2 (08:57):
This one's called I can't call my he's in a cult.
And then they write in pig Latin, and luckily I'm fluent.
Ear day, Aaron kay and order Jay. What is ear day?
Dear dear, thank you ear day, Yes, dear.
Speaker 1 (09:14):
I thought you were flying. I thought I was too
the first word throws, Oh, like I don't know that word?
Speaker 2 (09:19):
Well?
Speaker 1 (09:19):
Also, who starts any of our emails? Deer?
Speaker 2 (09:21):
Right, that's true, that's true. Hey makes more sense. Okay,
to keep a long story short, yeah right. I am
twenty seven years old. I grew up with a single mom,
and as a child, I had never met my father,
never even seen a picture. The first and only thing
I remember my mom telling me about him was that
he was in a cult. I'm pretty sure I didn't
even know what a cult was when she told me this.
So I grew up wondering what my father was like.
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Was he a good man, did he think about me?
What did he look like when I meet him one day?
Was he actually in a cult? Or what was my
mom being dramatic? You know, of the usual childhood questions.
When I was fifteen, I had some random light colored
spots on my stomach. Apparently, even though this was probably
before web m D was a thing, my mom google
diagnosed me and freaked the fuck out, thinking I had
(10:05):
some incurable terminal disease. But she needed to know if
my father's side of the family had it, as it
was hereditary. Whatever she found on Google, so she then
googled my father's name, found his brother's contact information online
and contacted him to ask about this medical situation. Says
she really needs to calm down with the googling.
Speaker 1 (10:26):
It says that there, that's Europe.
Speaker 2 (10:27):
It says that there. Turns out nobody in my father's
family had any idea I existed, and they were all
shocked and furious that they had missed out on my
childhood and wanted to meet me immediately. However, it was
agreed upon by everyone that I should meet my father first. Meanwhile,
I had no idea any of this was going on.
I was an awkward and pimply high school freshman who
(10:47):
just wanted boys to pay attention to me. One day,
my mom calls me out of the blue from work
and tells me I have to meet my father the
next day. Of course, I freaked out and eventually had
to go to therapy. I did meet him the next
day and met his family soon after. I think I
have associated amnesia for some of these events, as I'm
missing their content in my memory makes sense fun stuff.
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The point is, after I met my father, I found
out that it was true he was indeed in a cult.
He lives near the cult's complex in Lake County and
follows a guru named Franklin Jones who later in life
was called Audi Dah. You heard this As a teenager,
I was super creeped out by this, and the most
I could bear to do was to look at the
cult's website and wait for my head to swim when
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I read the nonsense bullshit this guy was teaching slash brainwashing.
The bottom line is that this guru claims he is
God and immortal, and his devotees worship him. I never
really talked to my father about it directly, even though
it's been thirteen years that I've known him. In two
thousand and eight, however, Audi Daw slash Franklin Jones died.
I thought it was funny that this dude was claiming
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to be immortal, just saying I thought that surely my
dad would snap out of it. Then nope. He and
his wife are still followers to this day. There haven't
been any murders associated with but Franklin Jones has been
accused of sexual assault and false imprisonment. Now that I
have so much more insight into what this cult actually is,
I finally felt I had to tell you ladies that
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I can't call my dad because he is in a cult.
In truth, my dad is a decent guy, and my
grandparents and uncle are the sweetest people and they love
me very much.
Speaker 1 (12:20):
Nice.
Speaker 2 (12:20):
I guess you could call that a happy ending. Stay sexy,
and don't call your dad if he's inn occult. Hillary ps.
It turns out that the spots on my stomach were
harmless and my mom's life altering googling actions were for nothing.
Speaker 1 (12:34):
Those spots were meant to be And yeah, that's why
you got those spots. I like the idea that there
was a family like so excited waiting to meet her.
That's lovely, Okay. The subject line of this is sibling story.
It says Hia MFM team love you all so much.
You have been a massive part of my life for
a very long time. You bring so much joy to
my life. I have no words. Let me take you
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back to the late eighties when Evil Canievel was still
making waves and everyone wanted to replicate pass. There was
a hard left turn and just for contacts. I was
born in New Zealand but raised in Australia in a
cult called the Science of Identity Foundation. It was run
out of Hawaii, and yes it's the same one Tulsea
Gabbard is still involved with. I've attached a letter from
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the Great Swami himself complaining about not getting his daily
mango allotment flown in, especially from Hawaii, so you can
see what we're dealing with here. In the late eighties,
the founder Chris Butler decided that we children I was eleven,
my siblings, who were twins were eight, should no longer
attend public school. Commence chaos. There is nothing like a
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bunch of bored preteens sitting around a five acre former
farm with nothing to fill their time. Our sense of
fun was jumping on our horses without a saddle or
a bridle, just holding onto their manes and hoping not
to fall off, or putting a massive blue anti freeze
barrel at the top of a forty five degree slope,
wearing a horse helmet and hoping we didn't die, just
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rolling down a hill. So cut to the story, we
lived on my aunt uncle's property in a caravan because
they were donating every cent to Chris Butler's mangoes. So
one day my brother and my cousin decided to mimic
evil Canevil and had a can of petrol that they
poured over a log of wood. Then they set the
log on fire and proceeded to jump the log and
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flames on their BMX bikes. In their eight year old wisdom,
they decided the flames weren't high enough, so they poured
the can of petrol directly on the flames, causing the
can to ignite. I wasn't much older than twelve, and
I was running around frantically trying to find a way
to put out the flames, fearing the can would eventually explode.
My brother and cousin had the same fear, so again,
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in their eight year old wisdom, decided the best course
of action was to kick the can away, which resulted
in it rolling still on fire, underneath the gas tank
of my aunt and uncle's car, which was parked in
the carport next to their house's kitchen. Oh no, it
all starts like fun and games. Que utter panic mode.
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I ran to the garden hose. It's important to note
that we were not connected to city water, so water
pressure was not a thing. Our garden water ran on gravity,
and the pressure was flaccid at best, like barely a trickle.
I was twelve with minimal outside experience, so I fed
that flaccid hose water into the can and managed to
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put out the flames before they exploded the car's petrol
tank and blew up half the house. The relief when
the danger was over was immense. My brothers were not
allowed to play Evil Knievel again. Not that that stopped
any of our antics, but just a short note. I
got out when I was nineteen, and I've been living
my best life since. I do chuckle every time you say,
call my dad, I'm in a cult because I can't
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call my dad because he's in a cult. That's two
in a row. Love you all so much, keeping you.
I appreciate you so much.
Speaker 2 (15:53):
L That definitely sounds like something my brother did or
would have done.
Speaker 1 (15:57):
Yes, as a kid, fire fires, jumping, and then it's like,
well everyone can do the jumping after twenty minutes.
Speaker 2 (16:04):
What starts as negligence and then it ends in fire
and chaos.
Speaker 1 (16:08):
It starts as a lack of childcare after school.
Speaker 2 (16:11):
That's right, Okay. My last one the time I cock
blocked the cult despite delicious cult cookies. Hey friends, your
one listener. Third time, writer, are going to keep shooting
my shot. As a very young girl, I was in
awe of my older girl cousins. In my eyes, they
were beautiful, accomplished, and sophisticated, especially my eldest cousin, Lucy.
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Lucy was a gorgeous, witty brunette, easy to laugh, with
a great personality. She was my cousin from my mother's
side and hailed from a large family of ten kids.
Lucy was also in a cult oh. Lucy and her
family lived in southern California. However, when I was a kid,
think ten years old, I learned that she had relocated
to the Bay Area, where my family resided. I was
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so excited at the prospect of having Lucy so nearby. However,
overhearing phone conversations not meant for me, I came to
learn that her family was desperate to bring her home.
They even hired an investigator to track down her whereabouts.
Speaker 1 (17:11):
Can I just paint a picture really quick. It's like
a little kid in the front room watching TV. But
then the certain tone in their mother's voice on the
phone is like, wait a second, I need to listen
to her from.
Speaker 2 (17:19):
The TV down. Oh my god, what I did not
know as a kid, was that Lucy had joined a
cult commonly known as the Moonies. Oh Huge. She left
home and was now living in a co ed commune
in Berkeley with other young people. The one time my
sister visited, she dragged me along. My memory is somewhat hazy,
but I recall arriving at the house my cousin shared
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with her friends and noting that they seemed very cheery
and smiley, too much. So again we ate played games,
they held sing alongs as we spent the afternoon with
Lucy and her friends. As the evening set in, my
sister said we had to get back home. They insisted
we stay, but my sister lamented that she needed to
get me, the snotty younger sibling back home. After persisting,
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they relented, but not before urging us to come back
soon and packing us a goodie bag for the road.
We made our way back to the bart station. There,
I tucked into the thick, soft and gooey, still warm
chocolate chip cookies they had gifted us. My favorite. I
could have easily devoured all of the cookies as we
waited for a train. We made it home, never to return.
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I try to bribe them with goodies, never to return.
Sometime later, Lucy left or was quote taken back to
her family. Today, Lucy is long married with a family
of her own. Her ordeal is never talked about. It's
like a theme, you guys, That's all I would talk
about that family gatherings.
Speaker 1 (18:42):
Do you think the main person is like so either
embarrassed or feels like now bad and othered in a way.
Speaker 2 (18:49):
Cousin Nancy, tell us again about how you fucking got
I want to know everything.
Speaker 1 (18:53):
Yes, were you on drugs and they offered you a
spaghetti dinner the way I know the Moonies used to
do it? And so it just goes like, oh that's right, yeah,
tell us spaghetti dinner.
Speaker 2 (19:01):
Tell us, cousin whatever, Cousin Lucy, and no mention of
those delicious cult cookies.
Speaker 1 (19:07):
Can we get the recipe?
Speaker 2 (19:09):
Anyways, Stay sexy and don't join a cult, even if
there are mouthwatering cult cookies involved. Mc she her.
Speaker 1 (19:16):
I don't know if I'm strong enough. I know, because
a good chocolate chip cookie is.
Speaker 2 (19:20):
Rare, still warm.
Speaker 1 (19:21):
Oh can you imagine you're just like, well wait a second, yeah,
don't eat the cookies. Okay, this is my last one.
It says, hometown story. You're in a cult, call my
gran Okay, hello, lovely people, I have a two for
one bad ass grandma and cult story for you today.
My grand's name was Anne. That was my grandma's name. Well,
actually her name was Elizabeth, but she did the old
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folks thing of insisting on being called anything but her
legal name. Anne. Was an absolute badass. My mum recalls
her walking outside in the middle of the night to
stop thieves on her property in her dressing gown, with
a lit smoke and a softball bat.
Speaker 2 (19:53):
Hell. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (19:54):
Yes. She lived with us most of my childhood, and
every time I hear a new wild story about her,
I wish I had even longer to hear them from
her directly. I wanted to write in to share a
particular story about my grand's cult busting fruitcake. Long before
I was born, my uncle was in a cult. Well
technically two of my uncles were in two different cults,
but this story is just about one of them. So
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this uncle, let's call him John, was a member of
the Moonies. That cult was gigantic, huge, and I think
in the seventies. It's also known as the Unification church.
While my Gran was still able to send letters in
the odd gift, she had to be really careful about
not criticizing the cult or calling the cult a cult.
Something we know about cults now is that they often
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control and limit the amount and types of food that
members can eat. Limiting overall food and protein makes it
hard for our brain to do stuff, much harder to
come to terms with the fact you're in a cult
when you're running on almost empty totally. It's so creepy
how they know that. It's like torture. Wake them up
in the middle of the night, feed them kool aid,
run them in a circle. Okay, so this is where
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the fruitcake comes from my childhood memory. Gran's fruitcake was
the size of someone's head and loaded with enough nuts
to break a window. Gran used to send this cake
to my uncle in the colt, and he said it
became a bit infamous. Whenever a parcel from Gran arrived,
all the protein starved coltists would gather around to enjoy
a fat slice of her cake. I always used to
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joke that the protein from the nuts was what gave
my uncle the brain power to eventually get himself out
of the colt. And reunite with my Gran, my mom,
and the rest of the family. It turns out, however,
that the magic ingredient was not the Macedamia's It was
the whiskey. The way my mom describes it, when Gran
prepared a cake for my uncle, she would, with a
glint in her eye, hold the whiskey bottle upside down
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into the cake mix. After adding approximately three solid cups
of whiskey, Oh my god, she would mix in the fruit,
which of course had been soaked more yeah whisky, and
bake the cake fresh from the oven. She would then
poke holes all over the cake, and you guessed it,
pour more alcohol in. It seems the magic allure of
Grant's fruitcake was not the dawning realization that you're in
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a cult, but the clarity that comes from a slice
of cake that hits like a straight shot. Stay sexy
and escape cults with alcoholic cake.
Speaker 2 (22:12):
Hannah, Oh my god. They got that dopamine hit real quick,
and they're like.
Speaker 1 (22:15):
Oh yeah, yeah. They're like maybe they got some sleep
that night.
Speaker 2 (22:19):
Yeap sleep, And they got a little protein as well,
and they're like, buck.
Speaker 1 (22:23):
What are we doing. It's not that bad out there.
We can get our own spaghetti and alcohol and whatever.
Speaker 2 (22:30):
Wow, that was fun, thanky, Thank you guys for listening
to our cult stories. One more thing before we go.
Follow the show on Instagram at trust Me podcast and
on TikTok at trust Me Cult Podcast.
Speaker 1 (22:42):
Please please please, and if you missed it, you can
go back and listen to trust Me hosts Lo la
Blanc and Megan Elizabeth because they joined us on MFM
episode four ninety, so get to know them and then
listen to the podcast when it comes out. Hey, and
also stay sexy, don't get murdered.
Speaker 2 (22:56):
Good bye, Elvis, Do you want a cookie?
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our newest podcast, trust Me, is going to premiere on Wednesday,
July thirtieth, right here on exactly right.
Speaker 2 (00:29):
If you love cult stories, you're going to love this podcast.
Hosts low LeBlanc and Megan Elizabeth are badass cult survivors themselves,
and they unpack how cults work, how people get pulled in.
Speaker 1 (00:39):
And how to get out, and so in honor of
the new podcast, trust Me, this week's episode is themed.
We will be doing some cult stories.
Speaker 2 (00:47):
Hell yeah, it turns out we have enough to do
a whole minisode about cults.
Speaker 1 (00:50):
It turns out you all need to call your dad.
Do you want to go first? Sure?
Speaker 2 (00:54):
All right? Alama Christian Foundation try to recruit me.
Speaker 1 (00:58):
Is that the airbrush jean jacket?
Speaker 2 (01:00):
It is the air rushing jacket cult?
Speaker 1 (01:02):
I covered the first person.
Speaker 2 (01:03):
That's right, Hi, y'all, longtime listener, first time writer. Let's
get into it. In episode four eighty two, Georgia told
us the shocking story of the Alamo Christian Foundation. I
know about this cult. My sister was a member, and
they tried to recruit me. In about nineteen seventy three,
we sadly lost my older sister let's call her Jane,
to this cult. It sounds like she's dead, but she's not.
Speaker 1 (01:25):
Just spoiler alert. It's tough though. It's like they get
ripped out of the family and they cut people off.
Speaker 2 (01:30):
Ye. She was living near Los Angeles and at the
age of nineteen, struggling with the death of a close friend,
possibly her boyfriend, who was killed in the Vietnam War.
She must have been easy prey for years. The only
contact we had for occasional letters. I remember the envelopes
were thick with pages handwritten by Jane and others in
the cult. My secular parents were pretty angry and these
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pages were quickly thrown out once I managed to peek
at them. I'm twelve years younger than Jane, so at
about age ten, I couldn't really understand what was written.
I remember thinking it was a lot of religious gobbledegook,
even at twelve. Fast forward, in nineteen eighty five, I
was spending the summer near San Francisco and had managed
to get in touch with Jane, who was still in
Los Angeles. By this time, she was married to a
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fellow cult member and had a one year old son.
I arranged to visit them for the weekend. Initially, the
readunion was awkward, but her husband seemed kind and I
enjoyed playing with my nephew. I was nineteen at the time,
the same age my sister was when she was recruited
into the cult. During the visit, I stayed in a
small hotel and we all ate out together in cafes,
so I never actually saw where they were living. I
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remember they were living. They got kicked out because there
were three hundred of them in one happy apartment.
Speaker 1 (02:38):
Yeah, and whatever I have pictured those apartments that are
on Crescent Heights like right, lust, Yeah.
Speaker 2 (02:44):
Exactly what it is.
Speaker 1 (02:45):
Yeah.
Speaker 2 (02:45):
When I asked about their home, Jane brushed off my
questions and said something about how there wasn't enough room
for me to stay at theirs.
Speaker 1 (02:52):
Yeah literally huzzers.
Speaker 2 (02:53):
Yeah. On the Saturday, there was a big get together
where I was introduced to lots of people and everyone
was very friendly. Mm, HM's a Walmark sign.
Speaker 1 (03:01):
Right, I'd love to meet a rude cult member, just
someone that's like a withholder.
Speaker 2 (03:05):
No thank you, like they don't want my cults. Yeah,
Then on the Sunday, we went to a church service,
where the pastor gave a dramatic fire and brimstone sermon.
He then invited my sister to the stage and she
began telling a story of how she was brought up
in a godless family who had not found Jesus. I
remember feeling annoyed. Our parents had instilled in us good
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family values, even though we did not attend church. When
she finished, she asked me to join her on the
stage so that the Lord could be brought into my heart.
Everyone was cheering, and I didn't know what would happen
if I refused, so I politely went up to the stage.
The pastor held my hand and said some prayers. Then
the congregation began singing and chanting, finally with a lot
of amens and praise the Lord. The service finished, and
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as we were leaving, everyone came up to me to
ask how I was feeling now that I was saved.
I nodded and smiled, playing along as best as I could.
I don't remember much else, but you can bet I
was on my flight back to San Francisco that evening.
Speaker 1 (04:02):
I mean, it's already like your older sister making you
do something where you're like, what she just called my name?
She's making me go.
Speaker 2 (04:09):
Up there totally.
Speaker 1 (04:10):
It's such a bad way to try to get somebody
to join your cult.
Speaker 2 (04:14):
Yeah right. I heard almost nothing from my sister for
several more years, But once the cult was disbanded, the
family moved to Texas and began leading relatively normal lives.
I'm so grateful we are now in touch, and though
we live quite far apart, we have regular video calls
and I visit them all at least once a year.
I'm careful never to ask anything about their experiences, and
nothing is ever mentioned buck in family.
Speaker 1 (04:35):
Yeah, shut it down, secrets no, never memory hole that shit. Yeah.
Speaker 2 (04:40):
The one year old is now forty one and a
loving father.
Speaker 1 (04:44):
I'm so glad because those stories of like the abuse
in that cult absolutely horrifying.
Speaker 2 (04:49):
I have no idea if he was involved in making
the famous jean jackets. Remember it was all made by kids,
child lambor. But on a recent visit to my sisters,
I spotted one hanging in the closet. Oh shit, it's
where some money, let's see. Stay safe and if anyone
tries to save you, make sure you get the hell
out of there yours e she her damn.
Speaker 1 (05:09):
That is a true first person witness account.
Speaker 2 (05:11):
Yeah, I am like a badass nineteen year old who
said nope, because you know, yeah, you're susceptible at that age.
Speaker 1 (05:17):
Also really smart where it's like you get forced into
being saved and everyone's like don't you love it? And
you're like, by just keep it real blank.
Speaker 2 (05:26):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (05:27):
Okay, well you might remember this cult. We talked about
it when we did shows in Australia tour. Yeah. Okay,
so this says, hello, MFM pals, I wanted to share
a story I've been told by my nana Joan and
then a parentheses it says, I know you guys love
Nana names. That has a creepy personal connection. My nana
had seven kids in the fifties and sixties. The youngest
were my two aunts, who are twins born sometime in
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the late sixties. They lived in Victoria, near where the
cult called the Family operated, And if you didn't know,
the family is known to have stolen babies from hospitals.
So remember they were the ones where the kid's hair
was bleach blonde and it was super eerie. So apparently
they did that maybe I talked about it when I
covered it right seven years ago, can't remember. Says they
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got away with this because of staff who worked in
the hospitals that were connected to the family, and from
my understanding, they were stolen from unwed mothers.
Speaker 2 (06:19):
Oh God, so probably.
Speaker 1 (06:21):
Went to the people they knew couldn't fight them. While
ultrasounds had been recently invented and available in Australia, I
guess my nana hadn't received one because she had no
idea she was pregnant with twins. The story goes that
on the day of her labor, she gave birth to
a baby, and while the medical staff were doing what
they do with a newborn, bustling about the room, she
felt herself give birth to another baby. After a short while,
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the doctor brought her baby over to her and she said,
where's the other one? You only had one baby? They reply,
I mean, you gotta be fucking kidding me, what, You
only had one baby? You didn't that experience that you
just had of having a baby.
Speaker 2 (06:59):
Bit now, okay.
Speaker 1 (07:01):
She says, No, I gave birth twice. I had two babies.
One thing you you wouldn't be a mistaken now about
having a baby.
Speaker 2 (07:08):
Oh what happened?
Speaker 1 (07:09):
They denied this again. It wasn't until she started screaming
down the hospital walls, where is my other baby? That
they relented and said, okay, here it is.
Speaker 2 (07:18):
Shut the fuck up.
Speaker 1 (07:21):
The suspicion is that since no one was expecting a
second baby, the staff, who were probably connected to the family,
had attempted to abduct the second baby.
Speaker 2 (07:29):
I bet they knew she was having twins, so you
could tell just by phil if you're a good doctor,
probably right.
Speaker 1 (07:33):
Y and size. Yeah, yeah, o my god, you may
be thinking, but probably not. Maybe she felt herself giving
birth to the placenta.
Speaker 2 (07:41):
That's what I was thinking.
Speaker 1 (07:41):
Yeah, yeah, I thought the same. But surely they would
have been able to prove that that's what it was.
They did bring a second baby back to her, and
I do have adult twin aunts, and they do look
like they both belong in our family, so I think
her suspicions about the event are probably correct.
Speaker 2 (07:56):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (07:58):
Also, again, I just have to say the idea that
anybody is going to doubt a woman who says I had.
Speaker 2 (08:03):
To pay birth twice totally, No, you didn't.
Speaker 1 (08:06):
I just passed an extra large football through my body.
Speaker 2 (08:11):
Oh my god.
Speaker 1 (08:12):
My Nana passed in twenty eighteen, so I'm not able
to ask her to repeat the story. Towards the end,
she had dementia and may not have been able to
recall it correctly anyways, though she did spend many of
her last days being annoyed at my uncle, who she
lived with, for withholding our daily square of chocolate. He
always gave her a square, but she would forget and
think that he had and be real mad about it. Ah,
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stay sexy, and I always demand to receive your babies
and your.
Speaker 2 (08:36):
Chocolate, Laura, don't say no to Grandma Jone.
Speaker 1 (08:39):
Nana Joe, Nana Joe, Nana Joone. That's a good light.
Speaker 2 (08:43):
It's so fucked up.
Speaker 1 (08:44):
I think that's the ultimate. I mean, not the ultimate,
because the cult stories are so crazy, but like a
baby stealing cult is wild. That's wild and horrible and scary.
Speaker 2 (08:57):
This one's called I can't call my he's in a cult.
And then they write in pig Latin, and luckily I'm fluent.
Ear day, Aaron kay and order Jay. What is ear day?
Dear dear, thank you ear day, Yes, dear.
Speaker 1 (09:14):
I thought you were flying. I thought I was too
the first word throws, Oh, like I don't know that word?
Speaker 2 (09:19):
Well?
Speaker 1 (09:19):
Also, who starts any of our emails? Deer?
Speaker 2 (09:21):
Right, that's true, that's true. Hey makes more sense. Okay,
to keep a long story short, yeah right. I am
twenty seven years old. I grew up with a single mom,
and as a child, I had never met my father,
never even seen a picture. The first and only thing
I remember my mom telling me about him was that
he was in a cult. I'm pretty sure I didn't
even know what a cult was when she told me this.
So I grew up wondering what my father was like.
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Was he a good man, did he think about me?
What did he look like when I meet him one day?
Was he actually in a cult? Or what was my
mom being dramatic? You know, of the usual childhood questions.
When I was fifteen, I had some random light colored
spots on my stomach. Apparently, even though this was probably
before web m D was a thing, my mom google
diagnosed me and freaked the fuck out, thinking I had
(10:05):
some incurable terminal disease. But she needed to know if
my father's side of the family had it, as it
was hereditary. Whatever she found on Google, so she then
googled my father's name, found his brother's contact information online
and contacted him to ask about this medical situation. Says
she really needs to calm down with the googling.
Speaker 1 (10:26):
It says that there, that's Europe.
Speaker 2 (10:27):
It says that there. Turns out nobody in my father's
family had any idea I existed, and they were all
shocked and furious that they had missed out on my
childhood and wanted to meet me immediately. However, it was
agreed upon by everyone that I should meet my father first. Meanwhile,
I had no idea any of this was going on.
I was an awkward and pimply high school freshman who
(10:47):
just wanted boys to pay attention to me. One day,
my mom calls me out of the blue from work
and tells me I have to meet my father the
next day. Of course, I freaked out and eventually had
to go to therapy. I did meet him the next
day and met his family soon after. I think I
have associated amnesia for some of these events, as I'm
missing their content in my memory makes sense fun stuff.
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The point is, after I met my father, I found
out that it was true he was indeed in a cult.
He lives near the cult's complex in Lake County and
follows a guru named Franklin Jones who later in life
was called Audi Dah. You heard this As a teenager,
I was super creeped out by this, and the most
I could bear to do was to look at the
cult's website and wait for my head to swim when
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I read the nonsense bullshit this guy was teaching slash brainwashing.
The bottom line is that this guru claims he is
God and immortal, and his devotees worship him. I never
really talked to my father about it directly, even though
it's been thirteen years that I've known him. In two
thousand and eight, however, Audi Daw slash Franklin Jones died.
I thought it was funny that this dude was claiming
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to be immortal, just saying I thought that surely my
dad would snap out of it. Then nope. He and
his wife are still followers to this day. There haven't
been any murders associated with but Franklin Jones has been
accused of sexual assault and false imprisonment. Now that I
have so much more insight into what this cult actually is,
I finally felt I had to tell you ladies that
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I can't call my dad because he is in a cult.
In truth, my dad is a decent guy, and my
grandparents and uncle are the sweetest people and they love
me very much.
Speaker 1 (12:20):
Nice.
Speaker 2 (12:20):
I guess you could call that a happy ending. Stay sexy,
and don't call your dad if he's inn occult. Hillary ps.
It turns out that the spots on my stomach were
harmless and my mom's life altering googling actions were for nothing.
Speaker 1 (12:34):
Those spots were meant to be And yeah, that's why
you got those spots. I like the idea that there
was a family like so excited waiting to meet her.
That's lovely, Okay. The subject line of this is sibling story.
It says Hia MFM team love you all so much.
You have been a massive part of my life for
a very long time. You bring so much joy to
my life. I have no words. Let me take you
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back to the late eighties when Evil Canievel was still
making waves and everyone wanted to replicate pass. There was
a hard left turn and just for contacts. I was
born in New Zealand but raised in Australia in a
cult called the Science of Identity Foundation. It was run
out of Hawaii, and yes it's the same one Tulsea
Gabbard is still involved with. I've attached a letter from
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the Great Swami himself complaining about not getting his daily
mango allotment flown in, especially from Hawaii, so you can
see what we're dealing with here. In the late eighties,
the founder Chris Butler decided that we children I was eleven,
my siblings, who were twins were eight, should no longer
attend public school. Commence chaos. There is nothing like a
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bunch of bored preteens sitting around a five acre former
farm with nothing to fill their time. Our sense of
fun was jumping on our horses without a saddle or
a bridle, just holding onto their manes and hoping not
to fall off, or putting a massive blue anti freeze
barrel at the top of a forty five degree slope,
wearing a horse helmet and hoping we didn't die, just
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rolling down a hill. So cut to the story, we
lived on my aunt uncle's property in a caravan because
they were donating every cent to Chris Butler's mangoes. So
one day my brother and my cousin decided to mimic
evil Canevil and had a can of petrol that they
poured over a log of wood. Then they set the
log on fire and proceeded to jump the log and
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flames on their BMX bikes. In their eight year old wisdom,
they decided the flames weren't high enough, so they poured
the can of petrol directly on the flames, causing the
can to ignite. I wasn't much older than twelve, and
I was running around frantically trying to find a way
to put out the flames, fearing the can would eventually explode.
My brother and cousin had the same fear, so again,
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in their eight year old wisdom, decided the best course
of action was to kick the can away, which resulted
in it rolling still on fire, underneath the gas tank
of my aunt and uncle's car, which was parked in
the carport next to their house's kitchen. Oh no, it
all starts like fun and games. Que utter panic mode.
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I ran to the garden hose. It's important to note
that we were not connected to city water, so water
pressure was not a thing. Our garden water ran on gravity,
and the pressure was flaccid at best, like barely a trickle.
I was twelve with minimal outside experience, so I fed
that flaccid hose water into the can and managed to
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put out the flames before they exploded the car's petrol
tank and blew up half the house. The relief when
the danger was over was immense. My brothers were not
allowed to play Evil Knievel again. Not that that stopped
any of our antics, but just a short note. I
got out when I was nineteen, and I've been living
my best life since. I do chuckle every time you say,
call my dad, I'm in a cult because I can't
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call my dad because he's in a cult. That's two
in a row. Love you all so much, keeping you.
I appreciate you so much.
Speaker 2 (15:53):
L That definitely sounds like something my brother did or
would have done.
Speaker 1 (15:57):
Yes, as a kid, fire fires, jumping, and then it's like,
well everyone can do the jumping after twenty minutes.
Speaker 2 (16:04):
What starts as negligence and then it ends in fire
and chaos.
Speaker 1 (16:08):
It starts as a lack of childcare after school.
Speaker 2 (16:11):
That's right, Okay. My last one the time I cock
blocked the cult despite delicious cult cookies. Hey friends, your
one listener. Third time, writer, are going to keep shooting
my shot. As a very young girl, I was in
awe of my older girl cousins. In my eyes, they
were beautiful, accomplished, and sophisticated, especially my eldest cousin, Lucy.
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Lucy was a gorgeous, witty brunette, easy to laugh, with
a great personality. She was my cousin from my mother's
side and hailed from a large family of ten kids.
Lucy was also in a cult oh. Lucy and her
family lived in southern California. However, when I was a kid,
think ten years old, I learned that she had relocated
to the Bay Area, where my family resided. I was
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so excited at the prospect of having Lucy so nearby. However,
overhearing phone conversations not meant for me, I came to
learn that her family was desperate to bring her home.
They even hired an investigator to track down her whereabouts.
Speaker 1 (17:11):
Can I just paint a picture really quick. It's like
a little kid in the front room watching TV. But
then the certain tone in their mother's voice on the
phone is like, wait a second, I need to listen
to her from.
Speaker 2 (17:19):
The TV down. Oh my god, what I did not
know as a kid, was that Lucy had joined a
cult commonly known as the Moonies. Oh Huge. She left
home and was now living in a co ed commune
in Berkeley with other young people. The one time my
sister visited, she dragged me along. My memory is somewhat hazy,
but I recall arriving at the house my cousin shared
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with her friends and noting that they seemed very cheery
and smiley, too much. So again we ate played games,
they held sing alongs as we spent the afternoon with
Lucy and her friends. As the evening set in, my
sister said we had to get back home. They insisted
we stay, but my sister lamented that she needed to
get me, the snotty younger sibling back home. After persisting,
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they relented, but not before urging us to come back
soon and packing us a goodie bag for the road.
We made our way back to the bart station. There,
I tucked into the thick, soft and gooey, still warm
chocolate chip cookies they had gifted us. My favorite. I
could have easily devoured all of the cookies as we
waited for a train. We made it home, never to return.
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I try to bribe them with goodies, never to return.
Sometime later, Lucy left or was quote taken back to
her family. Today, Lucy is long married with a family
of her own. Her ordeal is never talked about. It's
like a theme, you guys, That's all I would talk
about that family gatherings.
Speaker 1 (18:42):
Do you think the main person is like so either
embarrassed or feels like now bad and othered in a way.
Speaker 2 (18:49):
Cousin Nancy, tell us again about how you fucking got
I want to know everything.
Speaker 1 (18:53):
Yes, were you on drugs and they offered you a
spaghetti dinner the way I know the Moonies used to
do it? And so it just goes like, oh that's right, yeah,
tell us spaghetti dinner.
Speaker 2 (19:01):
Tell us, cousin whatever, Cousin Lucy, and no mention of
those delicious cult cookies.
Speaker 1 (19:07):
Can we get the recipe?
Speaker 2 (19:09):
Anyways, Stay sexy and don't join a cult, even if
there are mouthwatering cult cookies involved. Mc she her.
Speaker 1 (19:16):
I don't know if I'm strong enough. I know, because
a good chocolate chip cookie is.
Speaker 2 (19:20):
Rare, still warm.
Speaker 1 (19:21):
Oh can you imagine you're just like, well wait a second, yeah,
don't eat the cookies. Okay, this is my last one.
It says, hometown story. You're in a cult, call my
gran Okay, hello, lovely people, I have a two for
one bad ass grandma and cult story for you today.
My grand's name was Anne. That was my grandma's name. Well,
actually her name was Elizabeth, but she did the old
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folks thing of insisting on being called anything but her
legal name. Anne. Was an absolute badass. My mum recalls
her walking outside in the middle of the night to
stop thieves on her property in her dressing gown, with
a lit smoke and a softball bat.
Speaker 2 (19:53):
Hell. Yeah.
Speaker 1 (19:54):
Yes. She lived with us most of my childhood, and
every time I hear a new wild story about her,
I wish I had even longer to hear them from
her directly. I wanted to write in to share a
particular story about my grand's cult busting fruitcake. Long before
I was born, my uncle was in a cult. Well
technically two of my uncles were in two different cults,
but this story is just about one of them. So
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this uncle, let's call him John, was a member of
the Moonies. That cult was gigantic, huge, and I think
in the seventies. It's also known as the Unification church.
While my Gran was still able to send letters in
the odd gift, she had to be really careful about
not criticizing the cult or calling the cult a cult.
Something we know about cults now is that they often
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control and limit the amount and types of food that
members can eat. Limiting overall food and protein makes it
hard for our brain to do stuff, much harder to
come to terms with the fact you're in a cult
when you're running on almost empty totally. It's so creepy
how they know that. It's like torture. Wake them up
in the middle of the night, feed them kool aid,
run them in a circle. Okay, so this is where
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the fruitcake comes from my childhood memory. Gran's fruitcake was
the size of someone's head and loaded with enough nuts
to break a window. Gran used to send this cake
to my uncle in the colt, and he said it
became a bit infamous. Whenever a parcel from Gran arrived,
all the protein starved coltists would gather around to enjoy
a fat slice of her cake. I always used to
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joke that the protein from the nuts was what gave
my uncle the brain power to eventually get himself out
of the colt. And reunite with my Gran, my mom,
and the rest of the family. It turns out, however,
that the magic ingredient was not the Macedamia's It was
the whiskey. The way my mom describes it, when Gran
prepared a cake for my uncle, she would, with a
glint in her eye, hold the whiskey bottle upside down
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into the cake mix. After adding approximately three solid cups
of whiskey, Oh my god, she would mix in the fruit,
which of course had been soaked more yeah whisky, and
bake the cake fresh from the oven. She would then
poke holes all over the cake, and you guessed it,
pour more alcohol in. It seems the magic allure of
Grant's fruitcake was not the dawning realization that you're in
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a cult, but the clarity that comes from a slice
of cake that hits like a straight shot. Stay sexy
and escape cults with alcoholic cake.
Speaker 2 (22:12):
Hannah, Oh my god. They got that dopamine hit real quick,
and they're like.
Speaker 1 (22:15):
Oh yeah, yeah. They're like maybe they got some sleep
that night.
Speaker 2 (22:19):
Yeap sleep, And they got a little protein as well,
and they're like, buck.
Speaker 1 (22:23):
What are we doing. It's not that bad out there.
We can get our own spaghetti and alcohol and whatever.
Speaker 2 (22:30):
Wow, that was fun, thanky, Thank you guys for listening
to our cult stories. One more thing before we go.
Follow the show on Instagram at trust Me podcast and
on TikTok at trust Me Cult Podcast.
Speaker 1 (22:42):
Please please please, and if you missed it, you can
go back and listen to trust Me hosts Lo la
Blanc and Megan Elizabeth because they joined us on MFM
episode four ninety, so get to know them and then
listen to the podcast when it comes out. Hey, and
also stay sexy, don't get murdered.
Speaker 2 (22:56):
Good bye, Elvis, Do you want a cookie?
Speaker 1 (23:07):
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Speaker 2 (23:08):
Our senior producers are Aleahundra Keck and Molly Smith.
Speaker 1 (23:11):
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Speaker 2 (23:13):
This episode was mixed by Leonis Quilacci.
Speaker 1 (23:15):
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Does hearing about a true crime case always leave you scouring the internet for the truth behind the story? Dive into your next mystery with Crime Junkie. Every Monday, join your host Ashley Flowers as she unravels all the details of infamous and underreported true crime cases with her best friend Brit Prawat. From cold cases to missing persons and heroes in our community who seek justice, Crime Junkie is your destination for theories and stories you won’t hear anywhere else. Whether you're a seasoned true crime enthusiast or new to the genre, you'll find yourself on the edge of your seat awaiting a new episode every Monday. If you can never get enough true crime... Congratulations, you’ve found your people. Follow to join a community of Crime Junkies! Crime Junkie is presented by audiochuck Media Company.