The Shape of Control

Cults, culture, and seeing what is already happening

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I come from a world where my thoughts were not my own. I don’t mean that metaphorically. I mean every interior movement had a script; every question a pre-approved answer waiting like a trapdoor beneath it; every emotion had a designated category, and the raw animal instinct underneath them all was fear. Doubt was treated like mold: dangerous, contag…