In Nov 2002, a friend invited my husband of nearly 30 years and me to a mysterious meeting. "You'll find out it's about when you get you get there." We liked this person so much that we went, more as a favor to them because they seemed to be under some kind of pressure to bring people.
I think I'm as smart as most anyone, but I really couldn't understand what the speaker was selling. When the meeting stretched into a second hour, I was bored and frustrated because there seemed to be no point and no end.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my husband's expressionless face. He seemed mesmerized. Several times during the course of the evening, I tapped his hand with mine, attempting to bring him back to reality. Each time hee jerked as if I woke him from a dream.
Relieved when the speaker seemed to be concluding, I was anxious to get out of the room and go outside for some fresh air. It was impossible for me to hide my impatience as the room exploded with the noise of chairs being moved because we were instructed to sit in a circle.
Suddenly my friend's demeanor changed as they pressured us to join "it" that cost just $500 apeice. With anger welling up inside, I said, "I still don't know what "it" is!"
The people who were sitting in our circle seemed to break into two halves. One half focused on me and the other half on my husband.
What happened next reminded me of the scene in "Close Encounters" when the aliens took the main charecter aboard their space ship.
It was surreal watching them surround my dear, sweet husband and walk him to the back of the room where banquet tables were set up. Through stinging eyes, I saw him hand our credit card to someone who processed our payment!
As the others continued to plead for me to join, I nearly bolted across the room to stop the transaction. For the first time in our marrage, my husband snapped rudely that this was what he wanted to do and I was going to do it, too.
We nearly came to blows!
His good sense returned long enough for him to realize that absolutely no way was I going to be dragged into this what-ever-it-was.
My reluctance to continue to be a spectacle dictated that I allow him to sign up by himself.
The ride home was quiet, but my mind was whirling with thoughts of Christmas coming next month and spending so much money on WHAT?
That night was the beginning of the end of our marrage. There was nothing I could do or say to stop him from taking PSI's Basic and all the levels ending with Principia. Since 2003 he went to Principia twice, the "Ranch" three times, volunteered for so many seminars that I quit counting, charged well over $30,000 on our credit cards not including the transportation and meals. Like a converted fanatic, he badgered all our friends, relatives and his coworkers to join PSI. He took off work so many times that he lost his job!
And, when we could no longer make the minimum payments on my salary to the credit card companies, he began the downward spiral that resulted in his drawing out all our equity in our home, his cashing in his 401K, asking me to cash in my IRAs ... Today our house is being threatened with foreclosure and he's talking about bankruptsy!
I'm nearly 60 years old and he's retirement age and he gave everything we own to PSI Seminars.
Just when I thought things could not possibly get any worse, he announced proudly, "I'm sending our grandson to the ranch in July."
My ears were ringing and my mouth became too dry to ask how he is going to pay for it. I can only guess he was able to get yet another credit card. This will be at least the fifth or maybe sixth one he's opened and maxed out since this nightmare began.
During sleepless nights, I worry about our finances and uncertain future. I blame myself because it was actually my friend who took us to that meeting that fatefull night.
But most of all, I blame PSI because they tapped into some weakness they found in the love of my life ... they twisted him into some kind of monster who destroyed all of our tomorrows together.
As we signed our divorce papers in Mar 2008, I found the only good thing in this mess: We have nothing left of value to fight over.
PSI owns it all!
X of psi zombie
Clovis, New Mexico
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