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Two nights ago I found a definition of cults which feels right on: "A cult," says Thurman, ..." is defined as a religion-based community where the leader is given complete authority over his followers and is not accountable for his actions." Around 1992/1993 I believe, I met John Horton in Malibu. Even though he was solely a general M.D., he offered to give me psychotherapy counseling sessions. Please note I did not ask for those. He came along with the idea. I was under lots of stress. Raising my young children alone, no support or rather its contrary, extreme financial hardship. Fighting for survival, hosting premies who were coming from all over the world to do free labour on Rawat' s mega mansion. Right from the first " session", he went on about his own problems. Sexual in nature. And became sexual with me as well. I am a survivor from sexual abuse. Lots of shame is associated for me with this story. It went on for quite a while. Horton is a real sicko. And I can say it was a repeat of what I did experience as a kid. It escalated to the point where he admitted to me that he, from age 13, had been raping his young brother. He served this as an explanation for his terrible behaviour with me. Of course all this did not alleviate the stress I was under. It was a very hard time. I was feeling very bad. Henzelik, Horton's colleague was covering up for him and attempted to give me anti- depressants, which I refused to take. Then the pair was set up in a new medical office in Agoura Hills, with Rawat' s benediction and financing. With mission to be the good doctors of the premies in this area. I remember stopping by for the inauguration and leaving right away as I felt like puking. In 1994, I did enter a complaint against Horton with the Medical Board of CAlifornia. This was received seriously. I was called back for an appointment. Unfortunatly by then, overwhelmed by the situation which included heavy domestic violence, I was already in Miami, on my way out of the country. Too much is sometimes just too much. Fast forward a bit.... I ended up very far. In the Indian Ocean. I did write to Marolyn with whom I did have exchanges and contacts while in Malibu Telling her the whole story and asking her how come her husband did harbour such sickos to be doctors of the premies. She did answer with a letter. Stating clearly she did not want to be bothered. That herself had suffered a rupture of anevrism. Still she could write quite clearly and said R was aware of Horton being a problem but could not get rid of him... She concluded stating that premies who left / doubted maharaji were real " assholes" This letter was posted on ex.premies.org around 1996 I believe. Not by my decision really. But I told an ex who was very active on the site about it. He asked me permission to post it and I agreed. Modified by Inis at Tue, Jun 13, 2017, 03:44:41 |
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