By A Mother In Ireland
Catherine Oxenberg’s book Captive arrived a couple of days ago. I’m about half way through. Part of me can see how they got caught in this NXIVM deceit.
I was almost caught in a mess myself several times when I was in my 20s and 30s. The first was a neighbour who tried to recruit my husband and I into Amway. They wined and dined us in 1981.
I smelt it at 50 yards and that was the end of the matter – but not for him and his wife. A few years later they were bankrupt, divorced and homeless. They gave up everything for Amway.
The next lot I had to tackle were professional opera singers. I had trained for 12 years when I was young and I was encouraged to attend this husband and wife team who had performed all over the world from Glyndebourne to La Scala.
I knew as soon as I met them there was something edgy. They had three children – ages 9, 11 and 13. They roped me into to minding their children for 17 days. It turned into something from a Stephen King horror movie. I found out they were involved in a rebirthing cult. I confronted them when they came home and I hoofed it.
Two years later, Paul ,the husband turned up at our door full of remorse. He spilled out a horror story. They ended up divorced. She went to Australia. They lost their house, lost their kids and he was dead at age 59. Very sad.
I had several things going in my favour. The first was an inquiring mind. The second, a wonderful, honest, normal, well- rounded, intelligent, clued in, deeply loving parents who were in business. I did manage to listen to them and learn from them. Without a doubt that helped saved our bacon many times.
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