Your Willingness to Be Dominated, to Be Controlled Is Nxivm’s Entire Intention

Excellent point
Which is why Raniere belongs where he is and everyone else who had no “real” tangible proof this was anything more than a company tutoring for ethical success and the better good does not deserve this constant berating and loss of decent employment. The pass given to India deserves to be replicated for all Non first lines!
People spent good money in good faith .

That Raniere predatory radar, I have the feeling, became enflamed and seriously skewed back when Raniere was beginning to form, and to be able experience much more fully, his abstract mind. That would mean, depending upon the child’s development, between the ages of 5-7 and generally, averaging out at age 6. He might have been more sound, more “okay” before that, but we don’t know. Probably he doesn’t know, either. If trauma comes early it is tougher to identify and to start healing, if possible. It is a very steep climb to help a “selfdom” to reestablish its functionality, if that person has been unable to live on the inside or on the outside, with any nascent “selfdom” already blooming or growing. Ground zero is often found to have already been demolished.

Montessori training and practice taught me about the emergent childhood faculties, woven together with enough language and experience to begin to use an ability to think in abstracts, to consider thoughts and situations, without the predominantly and naturally more personalized and “me” focus of earlier developmental phases or stages. As mentioned, abstract thinking abilities tend to begin to arise at about age six. Each stage prepares the way for the next level of maturing.

Montessori invented her teaching methods and her plethora of sensory equipment by her persistence in trying to teach and most of all, to reach, children who were considered hopeless and unteachable. Children thought to be handicapped. Children who were ignored and neglected and harmed. Forever grateful to Maria Montessori, and reading about her, her dedication still blows my mind.

I remember a little four year-old boy at Montessori school who was dropped off every morning by a Mercedes as big and impenetrable as a small tank, with a driver who wore a cap. He was such a tense, rigid little boy, who came everyday attired in a miniature business suit and even a tie, with dressy shoes. Quite unique. He had no peers! Nevertheless, he was accepted just as he was packaged, as a fine young boy at his schoolhouse, starting a new year. Four years old.

The challenge was how to engage with him. He struggled so hard to be unreachable. He had retreated behind Dinosaurs. They seemed to be his safe spot. Dinosaurs didn’t get him to smile or to want to have fun, but at least he’d allow a conversation if it focused, with some linguistic sophistication, upon the Achillobator or the Raptorex or Triceratops. He couldn’t stand it if he detected ignorance about dinosaurs, would sneer and walk off. God help us, door slammed!

Luckily I had 3 brothers and a troop of boy cousins who had talked a lot of Dinosaurese. So I could at least fake it, although ugh! Not my thing. I worried because our young schoolboy was going through so much hostility, in so deep at such a young time in his life. You could see and feel it eating at him and you’d feel tears well up and try to sting your eyes, and you could not start bawling or the whole kindergarten would start sobbing like lonesome puppies. A tiny boy in a suit and dress shoes, barely past being a toddler, with a cross to bear.

Yet we who were teaching were also aware that adapting to or being fascinated by gigantic, monstrous creatures/phantasmagoria was a childhood coping mechanism, for managing feelings of being scared, afraid or overwhelmed. For regaining a sense of control or will, over something much, much bigger, more dangerous. Surviving and fight or flight. The initial thought was that the little boy would, slowly but surely begin to adapt, feel safe and open up more. I was wishing one day, he’d let me reach out my hand and he would trust me. Or a miracle would happen and he’d just hold my hand or smile or simply run around and feel happy.

You, however, could only address the little boy or engage with him, at his resolute insistence, if the subject was dinosaurs. Four years old, and he allowed, tolerated, could endure no variation whatsoever. He would become pale, his eyes would glaze over, his little arms, hands, legs would clench if you asked him if he were ready for his snack. “My dinosaur box. My dinosaur box.”

God knows what he was living through behind closed doors, affluent or not. The director of the school got almost no response, trying to arrange a conference with his parents.Two weeks after meeting the little boy, he was dead in a family tragedy, of murders and suicide. The morning after the night he died, my old car blew up and died, climbing high above San Diego to our hoity-toity schoolhouse. A cop stopped to help and told me what had happened. We both sat there on the cliffside crying. A whole family gone just like that. That was it.
It was costing me more $$ than I was being paid, to drive too far away from my own toddler and to teach mainly the offspring of exclusively miserable rich people, while still going to school.

In some ways, when thinking of Keith Raniere, I remember that poor, sweet little boy and feel that maybe neither of them ever stood much of a chance. (And yet I still call Raniere “Flabturd” and would prefer that he and his sub-freaks receive even more charges, arrests and convictions.) These dualities of perception keep me remembering to relax and to accept what coexists.

If trauma or abuse is experienced and goes unnoticed, without any help or healing, at that first grade age, the next emergent developmental level will not be running smoothly, either. And that is the pre-adolescent into early adolescent growth phase, and it has everything to do with sexuality and also sociality, group identities, etc. By then, evidence indicates, Raniere had built tremendous inner and not very conscious self-rejection, secret self-hatred and the need to work that pathology outward onto others.

There’s evidence that he was already learning the ropes of his juggling his psychoses (plural, but nevertheless, “alleged”) by the time he was eleven or so. It must’ve pleased him very much, as he found how easy it could be to menace. From powerlessness to supremacy! Such an erectile fabrication. It appears that he even studied the methodologies of psych-dominance, of how to be an overt threat or to operate as a disguised menace, especially when dealing with the opposite sex. His main trigger is Woman, with his God complex a close second. In actuality a dripping, devastated Mordor pit of overwhelming fury and inadequacy, helplessness.

The earlier that trauma occurs and wipes so much life and sense of self out of a child, brings a child up against turmoil and leaves a young mind with damages, the less conscious awareness that a child, naturally, can bring up from within his or her mind to deal with it.

By process of elimination and looking at Raniere’s early life, it looks to me as if his mother was the one who most traumatized him, up close and personally. Plus his father withdrew from the household. There was likely to be too much time stuck alone with her, and with her not being a stabilizer, never mind a nourisher. She is said to have had problems with booze, with her physical health, etc. She might not have been coping, during much of her son’s early life.

There had to have been too much inappropriate neediness, too many demands for him to take, in my opinion. The child is abandoned, cannot just be the child and be mothered or fathered, be able to depend, to be the child. The parent becomes the child; it is too much pressure. Some children live through it and manage to stay intact, and some don’t. It can become too much misfortune.

It seems to me boundaries were not crossed; no safe boundaries were ever formed at all. This probably included bewildering sexual behavior or emotionalism coming at him as too much, too soon. And no real alleviation, safe harbor. Imagine the potential for mental splittage and for feeling the buildup of tidal waves of anger, an absolutely twisted “mental” health. And consciously or unconsciously aimed at Raniere’s first and most personal embodiment of woman, of femininity.

Raniere might have had to cope with situations which he was not emotionally or rationally able to handle or to process, right about the time when most children enter first grade. This could have been happening to him on a regular or repetitive basis, without him being able to exert any influence or control, as he would’ve been too young. He might not have even been able to understand that he needed help, or even to really protect himself, to convey or to ideate what was traumatizing him. He would’ve needed a lot of help, and it looks as though he had no one alert enough around him to get him any help. An only child is easier to isolate, whether on purpose or accidentally.

It seems that Raniere began using his radar to inflict harm right when he began to reach 10-12. He couldn’t control or even really recognize his desires, but he figured out how to disguise them, through trail and error, and soon enough, through research. We have heard of his rather gleeful remarks to a young female acquaintance when he was 11 or so, and he told her that she had given him the material with which he could blackmail her, hold her hostage. Further, it is reported that then Raniere distressed her for a longer while with mean, threatening, contemptuous phone calls.

He was likely to feel very alone in his thoughts and/or feelings that he was unable, eventually unwilling, to share with any concerned or observant parent, caretaker or friend. He might not have liked to have genuine friends. This kind of tentative analysis doesn’t excuse his choices, but might hint about how ingrained was his pathology and for how long it has controlled him. His hostility appears to run so deep and so unconsciously, and later he used his intellect to protect his growing and malevolent compunctions and intentions.

It seems as if he drowned at about six years of age and was only able to resurrect himself as a kind of monster, who had gone through inner cyclones and without the armor of conscionable discrimination. Apparently he latched onto deviance, anger, alienation, desires to commit sexual terrorization and a need to be seen as godlike, right while he exercised his rage and perversions over people. This is what would get him off; tight, rigid control of his sexual circumstances. He absolutely felt compelled to never let anyone control him. It had to be his rules, it seems. He turned that fearsomeness, that inner panic of his, into his own compulsion to dominate anyone and everyone else. The psychotic mirror. Upside down.

Apparently leaving no stone unturned, Raniere is said to have dolled himself up like a lady to go out carousing and hunting men, his taste is so eclectic. “Be ye child, woman or man, he wanted you to feel his penis and to be forever indebted to him.” That could be a slogan for a Keith Alan Raniere autographed wifebeater shirt. Sell it, Clare, and go buy a new guru. I know one who has a helicopter and some horses, one dead wife and one mistress who he might be ready to trade-in for a few dozen millions of American dollars. He already has fake charities, understandably something Ms. Bronto-man would respect and perchance, admire or endow.

We’re influenced by various religious scriptures and dogma to learn to and to remember to look at ignorance with compassion. Or as Thoreau put it, “the only sin in the world is ignorance.” It isn’t easy to look at Raniere, Salzman,the elder, the Bronfman plague or even Mack or the uncharged Nicki or Emiliano, etc. through a heart and mind of compassion. It is a tough leap to see that these people both knew what they were doing to harm themselves and others, and at the same time to reckon that none of them knew what they were thinking or doing.

An early reference book, far preceding Marshall McLuhan, was published by Charles Mackay, a Scottish journalist. “Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds” came out in 1841. He was prescient, this Charles Mackay, about our cult-swept modern landscape. He must have seen a ton of buggery in London back in the 1800s. God knows what he might’ve come across in Scotland. Needless to say he was not confronting French, Spanish, Irish, Italian or Russian charms, poor fellow. Never mind Asia, for crying out loud. He wasn’t even a Jew. But he was pessimistic.

” Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.”

Here’s lookin’ at you, fancy Nancy Hogwild Salzman. Where you at? Still full of piss and vinegar? There’s an app for that: Appendage go Yank on Yours.cum. See the out of sight out of mind subheading. This is only meant to be assistive, helpful, to ameliorate disintegration and to defumigate.