The upside of blogging exposure of the Universal Medicine cult is contact with a number of brilliant, interesting and caring people who are just as concerned as I am about UM’s harms. All are welcome to submit a post or air their views here or on the FACTS blog, and choose their own accompanying music and artworks. DV.
By Cult*ural In$ergent
I’m not involved with Universal Medicine in any way (thankfully) but in the past I was acquainted with a couple – we first met when our children were quite young – who appear to have a deep involvement (part of the inner sanctum-onious).
Following a cancer diagnosis I was warned to steer clear of UM. What sound advice! It was the first I’d heard of ’em so I looked up the Universal Medicine site. I was surprised to see the photo of a young woman known to me from days gone by, now part of the UM family fold. I find it concerning, as this young woman is potentially very vulnerable due to her background.
Objectively, from the ‘outside’, Serge Benhayon’s philosophical ideas (the initial ‘light bulb’ moment occurring – correct me if I’m wrong – on the crapper, that great seat of enlightenment) seem insidiously, covertly cultish. Perhaps I’m mistaken??? Those who follow UM tenets may feel gloriously glorious making acceptable music and consuming a designer diet. It’s not a cult, though, it’s ‘just a business’.
UM’s dietary restrictions are highly concerning. Research by The Karolinska Institutet (one of the world’s foremost medical institutes) in Sweden suggests that prolonged nutritional restriction may lead to the possibility of eating disorders in progeny. It’s interesting that $ergio surrounds himself with health and other professionals whose ties with UM add a certain weight to his swirling incoherencies. Yet, it seems, when it’s convenient to do so, he eschews the value of critical thinking. Also, if this esoteric diet is all it’s cracked up to be, why the need to purchase additional dietary supplements from the UM ‘shop’? Hey, just askin’…
I read something about a book burning carried out on a rural property. If this did indeed happen (and it seems to be a matter of public record that it did), then it’s rather disturbing. I have misgivings about anyone involved in the burning of books given the potential implications. I come from a family of cunning linguists and librarians; independent thought and a love of learning were fostered in our household. The burning or damaging of books is complete anathema to me as books represent, even in this electronic age, intellectual autonomy. Would a doctor, a dentist, a naturopath, a physiotherapist, a psychologist, a lawyer or any reasonable, educated person participate in or facilitate such a thing? Surely not! Obviously, one cannot obtain the necessary qualifications to practise professionally in any of these fields without having first studied tomes and textbooks. The slope upon which books are incinerated is a very slippery one that leads to endangerment of knowledge, diversity, imagination and ultimately, freedom.
Having lived for many years in the Northern Rivers region, I’ve seen, heard and read much of the various brands and flavours of New Age codswallop. Some are obviously outlandishly whacky whilst others are less obviously so and therein, perhaps, lurks even greater danger. $erge might seem initially to fall into the latter category, although scratch the surface and he starts sounding a little… off.
$erge’s circuitous (spherical) wafflings are weirdly Woodstockesque. Almost as though he failed to heed Wavy Gravy’s watch-out-for-the-brown-acid warning. What’s he NOT on, people? Evil gall bladders and livers and whatnot; trinities of I’m-not-responsible-the-ventriloquist-and-the-ventriloquist’s-dummy-made-me-do-it (with them)… a warped kind of New Age absolution. But the un-in-truth evil trinity of altruism, empathy and ginger…? Whoa, girlfriend, don’t get me started! Don’t even.
It’s an interesting phenomenon that the hierarchical power structure of ‘but we don’t fit the definition of a cult’ cults invariably involves predictable psychological grooming that gradually disempowers members and leaves children ominously unprotected. Healthy relationships with friends and family are cast aside like detritus, ensuring a loss of support. Ostracism of doctrinal dissenters is paramount, thus crippling any attempted critique. There’s really no such thing as a Claytons cult. A cult is a cult is a cult. Simple.
I really can’t help weighing up the hitherto unforeseen benefits of a double mastectomy – negates the need for esoteric breast massage!!! What everyone looking into the abyss totes needs (I know I do) is an esoterically massaged guilt trip. These guilt trips are absolutely fabulous but honestly they’re soooo passé, daaahling. $erge is just one of countless who have gone before who employ these cheesy-twisted – and highly effective – indoctrination techniques. Charlatans have been around since the year dot but these New Age grifters are particularly ‘grifted and talented’. If you have an illness or dis-ease (how they love to pronounce it that way) then the problem lies with you. You need to take personal responsibility, for $erge’s sake! Then if their healing/channelling/cleansing etc. amounts to naught then it’s still your fault as your attitude/commitment/belief was somehow fundamentally flawed or – and this is pure gold, I love this – it’s because of (your, never their) past life transgressions. It’s a win-win. The main thing is that they’ve acquired (willingly donated, natch) at least some, if not all, of your earthly goods and chattels along the (spiritual) way. The en-lightening of wallets is still done with smoke and mirrors. The Sensitive New Age Cowpersons wrote an insightful song titled Guru Won’t You Please Come Home with lyrics such as “you turned my wine into water, my diamonds into coal”…
Wow, it so blows my mind that Leonardo-not-DiCaprio — and a few other high profile dead dudes (and dudesses?) may’ve reincarnated/set up shop in some nondescript dude-on-a-dunny just up the bloody road from here. Cooool. What an awesome revelation! An’ d’ya know wot? Reckon I’m ’bout in the mood for a cheeky lil’ drop o’ Chakra Puncha (’twasn’t the Kool-Aid, babe, ’twas the Chakra Puncha). Just what the Real Media-ocrity dok-ta ordered. Cha-cha! Cha-ching!! Where’s my quill? I feel a real sense of in$ergency to sign on the dotted line…
The Shambolic-Lighthouse-Keeper and his heirs may yet be dashed upon the rocks of misguided greed. Seems to me it’s about time all those emperors-sans-clothes in this world started their own naturist cult. It’d be awfully crowded, though, as there are so many (shitloads, actually) ‘Chosen Ones’ or, even more conceitedly, ‘The One’. Methinks it’d be damn near impossible to chill out, like ev-ver, ’cause the pointy bit at the top of the cosmic pyramid is uber ouchy when you’re stark naked…
By the way, I’m trying to work out how to market a fantastic product I’ve recently invented (it’ll-change-your-life-in-ways-you-never-imagined-possible-no-pressure-you’re-free-to-decide-try-it-for-yourself-let’s-listen-to-what-others-have-said-about-this-product) — the amazing new $erge Protekta. Oh, wait a minute, I just thought of the perfect vehicle/business model… I’ll start a cult! There’s mega buck$ to be made that way. Yay!! There’ll be fees (donations) and working bees in my not-for-your-profit organisation. I’ll have lots of stuff paid for by you (and yours) sequestered away for me (and mine). In my cult I’ll be the Grand Poobah Dominatrix Inishi-shat ascended to the Gazillionth Level ’cause I say so! Why stop at the 5th Dimension? Some mind-f*#kers really lack vision. Where’s their get up and go? Where’s their Up, Up and Away? Maybe they’re held back by the ‘impress’ of Margaret and David’s rating system.
Seriously though, cults aren’t frickin’ funny. They’re dangerously, unsettlingly disturbing.
In the Eungella/Tyalgum region we have the alchemist Jessa O’My Heart of Hermes Far Eastern Shining (formerly Infinity Forms of Yellow Remember) whose followers pay a mother lode for his alchemically transformed water. But, you know, it’s really, really worth it. Wow! Then of course, not too far away, we have Jesus and Mary of Murgon. The current Mary (Mary Suzanne Luck – guess one could say she really Lucked out) hails from Gympie originally, from what I understand, although apparently there’s been a myriad, a veritable multitude of Marys (forgive me, I’m exaggerating – um, was it The Three Marys?) who came before. Add $erge to the mix and I must say I feel truly blessed and underwhelmed to be surrounded by so much wisdom and wondrousness. There’s nothing notably unique about the havoc they daily wreak.
Ah, the loveliness of livingness. Prana = yukky. Fiery = yummy. Or something like that. Anyhoo. Deeeeeeeeeeeep. And damp.
Honestly, I’m not cynical. I mean, I didn’t START OUT that way…