New iPhone Cult Org. app. [www.youtube.com].

- Learn how to (mis)pronounce gongyo (at least in two of the three languages).

- Set & schedule your own confirmation bias goals / benefit wishes.

- And finally, set your own magic chant number goals to pressure yourself (err, I mean remind you) to complete your random rounded number (million, or more) daimoku goal before your arbitrary self-imposed deadline. (Obsessive-compulsives are going to love this option.)

Well, now I've seen everything. Except I'm surprised that there is no Dear Leader photo gallery / daily guidance / poem section options (yet).

Repay your debt of gratitude "zaimu" app. coming up, stay tuned cult org. members, it's only a matter of time.



- Hitch

Regarding the topic of the cult org. discouraging fraternizing amongst the membership (outside of gakkai activities). It was never frowned upon in my area, but I do remember something else.

If the cult org. leadership (or any members "above" you) felt that somebody (non-member) was a "bad influence" on you, the guidance would essentially be, to ditch them. No compassionate shakubuku, dialoguing or trying to work things out, just get rid of them (especially if they were interfering with your practice).

If that individual happened to be a fellow cult member, the guidance was entirely different. Change your karma, do your "human revolution", "change poison into medicine" and "that person is in your life in order for you to grow and challenge yourself." It other words, tough luck, learn to deal with it.

Guidance in the cult org. was often ignorant, self-serving (for the cult org.), arrogant and manipulative.


- Hitch

FULL ARTICLE BELOW.

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"Can’t Say No"
by MAGGIE O'CONNELL
01/24/2012

You didn't say no.
You never said no.
You wouldn't even think of saying no.

So, when he arrived at the door of my tenement apartment at 1AM, unexpected, unannounced, I didn't say no. I let him in, against all my instincts.
"Hi. I was at the community center. We just finished working. We were painting and doing construction. I'm exhausted. It's too late to go home. Can I stay here?"

He stood there right before me, Jay Martinez, about 5'10", dark-skinned, a little pockmarked. His hair was close-cropped and curly. His ears were extremely small and curled up at the bottom. He was stocky, but he had a sloppy-full belly that spilled over his belt. Though he looked strong and muscular enough he would always let the other men do the hard work and heavy lifting I'd noticed.

And now, here he was. I had gone to school that day, attended three classes at Hunter, worked at my waitress job on the usual 7-hour shift, taken the subway home to the Court Street station at Borough Hall. I'd just gotten in from a very long day a half hour before. I had hoped to do evening prayers, put on my pajamas, watch a little tv and then fall dead asleep. His arrival ruined those innocent plans.

He was a Headquarters Chief in what was then called NSA. Now known as SGI (Soka Gakkai International), it was and is a group founded on Buddhist principles. Many New Yorkers are familiar with NSA/SGI from their time in the 80s when they conducted huge campaigns to recruit people. They could be found in every neighborhood, out on the streets, handing out pamphlets and intruding upon people with the question, posed with a big smile, "Have you ever heard about Nam myoho renge kyo?"

I had been drawn in not by this method of "street shakubuku" (introduction), but through a girl I worked with, Anna. We were both waitresses in a burger restaurant on Court Street in Brooklyn Heights. She intrigued me. She had a young son, was a single mother, worked for the same tips I did, and yet managed to maintain an apartment in the Heights.

Even more importantly, when everyone else was stressing out about not having a date on Friday night, she seemed genuinely happy and at ease, unconcerned with her single status. She seemed buoyant.

"Oh my God, you will not believe what happened today!" she announced to the lunch shift table as we had breakfast before the restaurant opened. "I was $300 short on the rent. I didn't know where I'd get it. So, I just chanted and chanted Nam myoho renge kyo and what do you think happened? I got a check in the mail this morning - a refund from the telephone company!!! for $296! Can you believe it? Isn't that wild?"

She had stories like this on a regular basis: a friend sending her $50, a birthday card with $100, finding $20 on the street when she had no money for dinner for her son and herself.

I was impressed. It didn't hit me until years later to ask why a young woman with an MA in Psychology (fairly rare in those days) was working as a waitress and not in her own field.

Everything about her seemed to be unencumbered by weighty convention, even her physical being, her lack of breasts (which would have bothered other women), her height (5'1"), her very short hair. She had a Peter Pan quality that men found fascinating.

Anna had tried to introduce me to her "Buddhist beliefs" a number of times. "Maggie, you'd love this." I would never give her a hearing. I thought she was a Hare Krishna or somesuch. When I finally told her that, she cried, "What? No, no. That's a cult!"

And then one day she left one of her NSA magazines open to an article she knew I'd be interested in. She left it right where I'd be sitting to have lunch after the shift ended. My eye naturally alighted on it and I read. It was well-written. My English major prejudice was impressed by the grammatical correctness and fluent style. This was no Hare Krishna klaptrap with appalling spelling and uneven font. This was sophisticated stuff.

And so, I was seduced. One day shortly after she invited me to her apartment to see her altar. She led me to the bedroom where she had a small, unobtrusive altar, laid out artfully with fresh green leaves in a vase, fresh fruit in a wooden bowl, a small vessel filled with water. Suspended on the wall above the altar was what looked like a wooden curio cabinet, in blonde wood. It had an elegant simplicity.

"Do you want to see my Gohonzon?"
"What's a Gohonzon?"
"Gohonzon means 'highest object of worship.'"
"Oh. Yeah. Yes."
"OK," she said in the charming, wry, smiling way I'd become familiar with. She looked happy.

She knelt down in front of the altar, put a small leaf between her lips, reached up over the altar toward the cabinet and opened it.

I was floored. The scroll before me was astonishingly beautiful. It was a little mandela. I'd been taking a course at Hunter in Buddhism and we'd studied these. They were meditation objects, meant to help the practitioner concentrate, meditate. This one was awesome. In length it was about 12 inches, in width, about 6. It contained only characters - Japanese? Chinese? The characters were gold, printed on a tannish brown background which had some kind of pattern emblazoned on it. It had such presence! Such charisma!

I remembered how our professor told us that, after his enlightenment, even Shakyamuni's detractors were compelled to rise up and greet him respectfully because he had such charisma, such power.

"It's beautiful."
"Would you like to try chanting?"
"All right."
"Nam myoho renge kyo.... Try it. Repeat after me...Nam myoho renge kyo."
"Nam myoho? renge kyo. Is that right?"

And now it was 3 years later. The "honeymoon phase" had ended abruptly the moment I finally acquiesed and became an official member. At first, I'd been treated like the loved and wanted golden child who could do no wrong, whose every move was pure delight. Upon joining, the pressure began.

Calls at 7AM Saturday morning: "Where are you? We're doing a 5 hour daimoku toso (chanting session). You have to be here!"

Calls at 11PM: "Tomorrow morning at 8AM you have to bring 40 sandwiches for the Youth Division."

"Our district has pledged to have 12 new members this month. Do shakubuku (introduction)!"

"We have a target of 150 subscriptions to the World Tribune (organ newspaper). So, your target must be 50. Get on the phone!"

"No! Of course you can't have a Christmas tree!"

I was 28 when I first met Anna and was introduced to her beliefs. I'd had a pretty difficult life. I'd been a foster child, aged out of the system without a penny to get started in the world and no one to lean on. But I'd been getting things together. I'd finally decided to go to college and was doing it, enjoying it. I was a waitress at a restaurant that was not bad to work at, at all. You could have your meals there. And I had friends there.

Restaurant people were fun: real, unassuming, with an irreverent sense of humor. Whenever you had an annoying customer you could curse your head off in the kitchen and return to the dining area calm and composed. A typical kitchen conversation during rush would sound something like this:

"Shit. I have that asshole again on Station 2. He's trying to impress his date by running me all over the fucking place. I feel like telling her I heard he has a small dick."

Wild laughter.

"I got that cheap bitch. She was here yesterday. Can't she find another place to go? She wears a cashmere coat and leaves me a dollar."

"You're lucky. I got Sam again. He's sloshed."

After the intense pressure of the rush we'd all calm down, turn in our books, count our tips, and settle in for lunch together. It was during one of these lunches that I discovered the NSA magazine.

Three years later and I was a kumicho, a unit chief in NSA. On the first day I was appointed, I was given a list of 30 members who had left NSA and told I was to get them back. "Start calling. Don't forget to get their World Tribune subscription money. Don't forget your target."

I learned immediately, as all members did, that questioning was considered negative and destructive, "destroying the unity of believers." Good fortune was determined by one's fidelity to NSA, one's unquestioning loyalty. In fact, one's eternal soul was connected to being an active member, a true believer.

It was an important element in the life of a true believer to "receive guidance" from a "senior leader." With any life crisis you were encouraged to do this. Senior leaders were allowed, even encouraged, to scold, ridicule, castigate, scream at junior members. A senior leader who wasn't willing to be resented by their junior members was irresponsible.

And so it was that I went for guidance to Jay Martinez when the relationship I was in was not going well. I trusted him. He was a Buddhist leader, revered and loved by all the members. He was there to protect me, to guide me, to keep me from harm. I was safe with him.

I confessed to him all my hurt and despair over the broken romance, along with details. He was like a father. After this, he began turning up in odd places and at odd hours. I didn't question it. I was flattered: I felt special. This important man wants to be friends with me. He's so busy and a father of 2, a husband, a Headquarters chief and yet he makes time for me.

So, at 1AM, I wasn't completely surprised. He'd come other times, once in the afternoon, once around 5PM or so. But he had never asked to stay over. What was I to do with this request in my little apartment? I had a tiny bedroom with room only for a bed, and a pull-out couch in the living room.

It was awkward. He sat on the couch awhile and recounted his day. I was so tired. After about an hour he asked if he could take a shower.

"Sure."

He came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. That's when I finally realized his true intention. I scrambled around frantically thinking what can I do, who can I call. It was 2AM. My friends would all be asleep. And what would I say? What could they do? He was a Headquarters Chief! You didn't say no!

"Do you mind if I lay down?"
"No, go ahead."

What would Anna be doing now? Could I call Liz? 2:05 AM. Don't call anyone. You'll be disturbing people. Just avoid him. Wait him out. He'll go to sleep. Maybe you're imagining things. He's married. He has 2 kids. He's a Buddhist. Wait him out. Clean the house. Study. Sort out your finances. Do the dishes.

I vacuumed. I did the dishes. I cleaned, dusted, sorted. I attempted to study. After a long, long, long time he called out, "When are you coming to bed?"

When I heard his voice, so strong, so awake, so insistent, everything inside me collapsed. I knew I was defeated. I was exhausted and completely alone. It was 4AM, the darkest hour of the night. There was no one to call to, no one to help. And you didn't say no to a leader.

Afterwards, he got up, dressed, and went home. Suddenly, it was not so far away that he couldn't make it there.

The days that followed were days of despair. What had I done? It was all my fault.

After 3 weeks I could endure it no longer. I needed help. I went for guidance. Since my problem involved a Headquarters Chief I went to the most senior leader in New York.
In slow, almost whispered tones I told him what had happened. He was Japanese-American. He listened with a sympathetic face, deep brown eyes, tilting his head compassionately toward me. Finally, he spoke, after a long silence in which he seemed to be deeply and wisely ruminating.

"This is your karma. Be glad he didn't use violence."

I left the center that day determined to turn this negative experience into something positive. In the days that followed I chanted more and more to expiate my negative karma. At every meeting I saw Jay. He gave "final encouragement." I saw him giving guidance. He led prayers. He bantered with members. He was introduced as an important leader and an excellent role model. All the time I struggled with my anger, disappointment, hurt, shame.

One day I returned to the New York senior leader to speak with him about my "negative life condition" and to ask why nothing had happened to Jay Martinez. Again, he looked so sympathetic. He seemed so compassionate as he considered my situation.

And then he said, his long lashes lowered over his half-closed eyes, as if rousing himself from deep meditation, "You must protect the organization. You understand? You must never tell anyone about this."

M. O'Connell grew up in Brooklyn. For a time she was a member of NSA/SGI."

[mrbellersneighborhood.com]

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This is the true nature of the $oka Gakkai Cult Org..


- Hitch

Not surprised in the least. When I was a YWD HQ leader in Minnesota, I heard about a man who had been a YMD HQ chief - he'd gotten the girl he was dating pregnant, and dumped her like she had worms. She got herself an abortion, and he immediately started squiring around another YWD. So the WD HQ and up leaders removed him from office, so to speak, and replaced him with someone else.

Say, I was just at the Catholic thrift store today (I don't typically patronize Christian stores - that religion is likewise a blight on society) - I went because I'm looking for something specific for someone, and they tend to have nicer stuff than the Goodwill. Imagine my surprise when I recognized a set of butsugu! The two vases (looked ceramic!) with plastic greens (I always used real), a real ceramic water cup (mine was originally ceramic, but it broke, and my replacement was plastic), the plastic incense trough with the two SGI cranes facing each other, and what looked like an incense container (except that it had a lid - too short for the incense I used to use). Around the corner, I saw a nice bell gonger (but no bell) - it was easily big enough for an 8" bell. No gohonzon or butsudan, though.

Somebody had enough :)

I remember when I got a home visit from two leaders in North Carolina shortly after my son was born. We lived in an upstairs apartment in a 4-plex. We did gongyo, but I didn't light any incense. They asked me why. I told them that, as it was winter, I had to keep the windows closed, and I had an infant in the apartment, and nobody knows what's in that incense smoke, so I wasn't planning on burning incense any more out of concern for my baby's developing lungs. I was told, gravely, that I should be burning incense.

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I remember when I got a home visit from two leaders in North Carolina shortly after my son was born. We lived in an upstairs apartment in a 4-plex. We did gongyo, but I didn't light any incense. They asked me why. I told them that, as it was winter, I had to keep the windows closed, and I had an infant in the apartment, and nobody knows what's in that incense smoke, so I wasn't planning on burning incense any more out of concern for my baby's developing lungs. I was told, gravely, that I should be burning incense.

Exact the same happened to me, the burning of incense was obligatory- even when you had a terrible cough- they insisted on it. And the fatuous glorification of the ashes, I tell you that was the first thing I got rid off. Gave it a loo flush and enjoyed a profound feeling of Happiness. Yeah, Sensei your prayers on me to become happy were answered! Learn to say NO and fight back.

I have to congratulate Maggie O'Connell from Brooklyn for the story telling, it is never too late to go to the public and let the outside world know about the Crimes inside the cult. That's the tip of the iceberg and I'm sure soon others will follow. The Cult is a muddy stinky pond with real beasts inside, disgusting.

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Not surprised in the least. When I was a YWD HQ leader in Minnesota, I heard about a man who had been a YMD HQ chief - he'd gotten the girl he was dating pregnant, and dumped her like she had worms. She got herself an abortion, and he immediately started squiring around another YWD. So the WD HQ and up leaders removed him from office, so to speak, and replaced him with someone else.

There was a salaried YMD "leader" who drooled and lusted after married asian women in the cult org.. He's now Vice-General Director in the $GI, USA branch, too.

I wouldn't trust a gakkai cult org. leader any further than I could throw them. As for looking up to them, (HA!) WHAT A JOKE!! Putting them on any kind of a pedestal is a big mistake!

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Regarding gakkai "leaders" dispensing ignorant "guidance." Yep, it was common. It was painfully obvious is some cases that the "leader" had absolutely zero genuine knowledge about, or experience with, some of the things they would give advice about (serious health problems, domestic violence issues, psychiatric disturbances, etc.). In the end, it really didn't matter because all of the "guidance" would be a variation on the same theme - "chant and practice hard to overcome it." If you did, great, give an experience, shakubuku others and repay your debt of gratitude to the cult org. / Dear Leader. If you didn't, oh well, it's because your sh** stinks and you are doing something wrong; keep plugging away at until it gets better or until you die and come back in your next life with improved karma.

Con-job, manipulative CULT = $oka Gakkai.



- Hitch

In addition to the horrible abuse that Ms. O'Connell suffered, I also want to reiterate the following:

Some of the gakkai cult org. "leaders" are predatory and they are all manipulators of some form.

Other specific things from Maggie's own experience that all prospective and new members to keep in mind ....

"The "honeymoon phase" had ended abruptly the moment I finally acquiesed and became an official member. At first, I'd been treated like the loved and wanted golden child who could do no wrong, whose every move was pure delight. Upon joining, the pressure began."

"I was a kumicho, a unit chief in NSA. On the first day I was appointed, I was given a list of 30 members who had left NSA and told I was to get them back. "Start calling. Don't forget to get their World Tribune subscription money. Don't forget your target.""

"Calls at 7AM Saturday morning: "Where are you? We're doing a 5 hour daimoku toso (chanting session). You have to be here!"

Calls at 11PM: "Tomorrow morning at 8AM you have to bring 40 sandwiches for the Youth Division."

"Our district has pledged to have 12 new members this month. Do shakubuku (introduction)!"

"We have a target of 150 subscriptions to the World Tribune (organ newspaper). So, your target must be 50. Get on the phone!""

"I learned immediately, as all members did, that questioning was considered negative and destructive, "destroying the unity of believers." Good fortune was determined by one's fidelity to NSA, one's unquestioning loyalty. In fact, one's eternal soul was connected to being an active member, a true believer."

"It was an important element in the life of a true believer to "receive guidance" from a "senior leader." With any life crisis you were encouraged to do this. Senior leaders were allowed, even encouraged, to scold, ridicule, castigate, scream at junior members. A senior leader who wasn't willing to be resented by their junior members was irresponsible."

Indeed. All of the above, especially the bolded, is exactly the cult org. that I remember and grew up in.

I can state as a fact the following as well:

"You didn't say no.
You never said no.
You wouldn't even think of saying no."

Learning to say "NO!" in the cult org., is the very first step and the start of one's journey in getting out. It certainly was for me. To this day, I have no hesitation whatsoever telling people "No" in any aspect of my life. This is the one quality that I shall gladly attribute directly to the $oka Gakkai Cult for allowing me to develop well. Saying "No" is when the sh** starts to happen and what triggers the Mr. Hyde personality of the cult org. to appear. I've seen it many times, people who are incapable of saying "No", get manipulated, used and abused the most, by the gakkai cult org..

"Sixtyseven" is absolutely correct. I cannot stress this enough, .... LEARN TO SAY "NO!" It will start to open your eyes as to the true nature of the gakkai org. and literally save you from the cult.



- Hitch



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About the "women" in the cult. We are permanently confronted with ever smiling Mrs. Ikeda Kaneko. She is the darling Obedience, you can find only a few pictures where she is standing alone. Sensei, in his height increased Bugarri shoes , dominant an half step infront. They do not touch on the pictures, sometimes they sit in chairs, the dear leader on a higher cushion because the Bugarri shoes effect is lost? Anybody out there who knows if she can talk? I have never heard her talking, only smiling, nodding all the time. I remember the official video, maybe three years ago, she was honored with this stupid swan feather crown. Seriously, who needs a stupid feather crown and when can you wear it, for shopping? The dear leader declared the 21st century for the women's, so who is our idol, is it Mrs. Ikeda?
I myself have never been to the YWD and haven't had insight. Found that page about the YWD member on the SGI Philippines side. The perfect cultdevoted young woman. www.sgi-philipines What a pity that she is in the cult,she looks like a friendly, sympathic person. I hope that her eyes will open one day and she'll gain grounds on real life.