... from my stint in an actual cult, members who leave are disowned. But there's a distinct difference from "I never knew you" after four years, and the first I've ever heard of it Katy Perry claiming to be flat Earther and immediately getting put on a special trip. I am fairly certain that I would never get such a trip. But even if I were sure she wasn't a shill, that's basically like saying "you're too high profile to believe such a thing. NASA won't allow that."
If I may ask, what was your experience in that cult, and how did u get out?
I moved away from home to be independent (I later decided that was nonsense, as it is actually harder today to be independent than in my grandfather's day, and they often lived with their parents). Having no particular town in mind to settle, I kept driving and driving until I was near where my sister was at the time. But Arizona wasn't a great place for a job if you didn't know what you were doing. I didn't speak enough Spanish to really manage. So after I was forced to leave my apartment, I did work for the Worldwide Organization of Organic Farming (WWOOF). Basically, you volunteer farm for a small stipend, and I used this to travel. One of the places was called Morning Star Ranch at Valley Center, CA. Had I read the info carefully, I would have noticed "Oh, this is a cult." But I just wanted a place to go to. They were run by Twelve Tribes, which was a Messianic Jewish cult based around some of the Jehovah's Witness or whatever thought.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twelve_Tribes_communitiesThey had some leaflets talking about the second death, it was intense stuff. They also believed in stuff like weddings that are "pre-enacted" and that only reciting the "correct" name of Jesus (Yah Shua) can you be considered a true Christian, so all others were fake. So anyway, I was just there to work, right? And they were laying piping to grow avocados, and eating weird bread, and they had certain people (the totally brainwashed ones) running the store outside the community while the rest did the milking of the animals or collecting eggs or helping the farm work. The people were sorta friendly but rude (example: this girl was talking to me, then I saved her seat, and these other two just kinda ignored it while she was coming back to tell me all about Yah Shua), and one of the people I sorta connected with was this older guy there for his son, who abruptly had this vocal conversion about how he now accepted Yah Shua. This is what I mean, when you can't connect the line of thought to a coherent idea, you decide maybe someone's will has been tampered with. "Today, I have decided to follow the Golden Snake God" immediately should prompt the question, "what brought this on?" And another guy threw himself into the water to be baptized. And still another, who was a talented artist, heard that the elders didn't want his work, and tossed it into the fire. Anyway, it was Passover week, and they were talking about "removing the leaven from your life" and how if you don't hate your parents and leave them, you're not worthy of God.
I was sensing a pattern of sorta people getting tooled around, and during a particularly long service (I had decided to attend the stuff in addition to working at the farm), a kid opened the door to announce that food was ready. I started packing. So some guy who reminded me of an old dorky classmate from elementary school followed me and was like "You going? Blah blah blah, I left once but I came back." Yeah whatever kid, I'm not coming back if I can help it. Kept packing. Out comes one of the elders, asking me questions. He finds out that I miss my family, and he says "Your parents are going to second death." I gave him my best "Another word, and I will hurt you" look, finished packing, asked him if the gates were open. I dealt with some disorientation leaving the cult where I could immediately remember which way out, then drove up the coast as far and as fast as I could. I went to a Presbyterian church where the lady talked about sacrificial offerings in Judaism. Then she paused, and said, "We don't have to do that anymore." And in light of the time in the cult where they were obsessed with sacrifice, that sermon hit me like a ton of bricks.
So excuse me if I'm not interested in your RE cult. You never gave me a choice whether to join, you just started preaching this nonsense when I was old enough for school. And now that I no longer care, you're wanting me back. Well sorry, returns to a cult they left tend to eat dog food. No thanks.