One of the victims of Allison Mack, who testified in the trial of Keith Raniere as “Jaye,” known better by her real name, Jessica Joan, has a new book coming out. It is called “The Untouchable Jessica Joan.”
Actually the full title is The Untouchable Jessica Joan : A Real Life Journey Of Love, Forgiveness And Evolution From The Jane Doe Who Helped Bring The NXIVM Cult To Justice
It is not clear if she is forgiving Allison Mack. Reportedly she will be giving a victim impact statement on June 30 at Mack’s sentencing hearing.
Raniere was charged with attempted sex trafficking in Joan’s case and Joan was India Oxenberg’s slave, who was Mack;s slave and she was ordered to perform a seduction assignment on Raniere.
The official hard copy of her book goes on Pre Sale Monday 6/28.
It appears to be self-published and Joan is called in the description “the linchpin who brought NXIVM to justice”, that she was “the key witness” and “completely captivated the jury.”
Joan did have a significant role. Perhaps not as big a role as Nicole or Daniela, or Lauren Salzman. And compared to Cami – who did not testify – she was likely seen as less of a victim.
Still Joan’s testimony was important. She was the last fact witness in the trial. She seconded Nicole’s critical testimony of the attempts by Mack to assign women to seduce Raniere – an assignment that need not end in sex with the Vanguard but a nude photo of the woman, taken by Raniere.
The jury decided Nicole was a victim of sex trafficking and Jessica a victim of attempted sex trafficking. It was attempted sex trafficking because Joan refused to perform the assignment.
Joan calls herself a double agent, and in a sense she was. She pretended to agree to the seduction assignment and though she did not tell Allison and India at first, she quit DOS, and was able to take some of the collateral of other slaves with her.
That collateral was given to Mark Vicente, who gave it to me. I turned it over to law enforcement.
Here is Joan’s write up on her book on Amazon:
“Jessica Joan is the linchpin who brought NXVIM to justice. Her open heart and desire to heal childhood traumas led to her enrollment in NXVIM’s Executive Success Programs. Her overwhelming success in the course led her to Albany to meet leader Keith Raniere.
During this time she was befriended by ESP coach India Oxenberg, daughter of Catherine Oxenberg, star of TV show “Dynasty”.
India invited her to join the “The Vow” which was promoted to her as a “woman’s-only secret society”. She believed it was a mentorship program to empower and uplift women. She later learned that India’s “Master” was Smallville TV star Allison Mack, which made her Jessica’s “Grand Master”.
Allison invited her to move into her home in Albany, guaranteeing mentorship and guidance in her career. Jessica passed on the offer, only until she was asked to start a Humanitarian t-shirt company by Keith Raniere.
Aware that this was seen as a huge opportunity and with her gut urging her to go, she packed up her cat and headed East. Shortly after moving in, Allison Mack proposed a “special assignment” which shattered Jessica’s world and led to her planning her escape. She would not go along, but turn into a double agent, and get the evidence she needed to put them away.
Jessica’s tough upbringing, intuition, and street smarts allowed her to do what it took to protect herself and save others. When NXVIM began to implode she worked with the FBI as a witness sharing her evidence and story.
Jessica was listed as “Jane Doe 2” on the arrest warrant for Keith Raniere when he fled to Mexico. After 2 years of working with the NYED, [sic] FBI and District Attorneys [sic] she was the key witness that put the nail in the coffin. Jessica completely captivated the jury with her harrowing tale of how she got out of the clutches of “The Vow” and Keith Raniere.
When fight or flight kicked in, she chose to fight.
The once-anonymous and unsung-hero of the fall of the NXVIM cult is Jessica Joan. Through her story she inspires all to be the warrior that fights for what’s right — and wins.
Keith Raniere was sentenced to 120 years in prison – 40 years of which was comprised of charges directly resultant from Jessica’s evidence and testimony. This book will follow Jessica’s journey: from her chaotic upbringing that led her to joining ESP in the first place, to present day where she awaits the sentencing of Allison Mack where she will provide a victim impact statement.”
The details on the book are:
- ASIN : B097PBKSM1
- Publication date : August 31, 2021
- Language : English
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Enhanced typesetting : Not Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Not Enabled
- Lending : Not Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #14,003 in Kindle Store
- #5 in Occult Occultism
- #5 in Occult Cults & Demonism
- #8 in Religious Cults (Books)
I would like to point out that self-promotion is better then promoting Keith Raniere.
If you’re gonna “promote” a person why not your self?
Better then promoting a cult leader!
Is it seen as tacky? Maybe a smidge.
But not everyone has a cult to do their promoting. Or a harem of women.
Some sisters are doing it for themselves.
RE: Jesica Jones Cashing in:
Trying to make money off of something horrible that happened to you is not wrong.
For whatever reason, people have the biggest problem with Jessica Jones attempting to take something terrible and make it beneficial for herself.
Jessica was not raped. She did, however, have years of her life sucked up and was most likely traumatized.
Jessica is less culpable than: India Oxenberg, Sarah Edmondson, Mark Vicente, Allison Mack, Lauren Salzman, and all the rest of them — yet — Jessica garners the least sympathy.
Why is that?
Plus: Unlike Toni Natalie, Jessica never attacked any innocent people.
So now we know NiceGuy’s crush and who he’s looking for first in that binder of vulvas. And yeah, she is kinda hot. She looked better younger, though didn’t we all?
I think she’s aggrandizing a bit on the whole courage thing though. Nevertheless, she was helpful and if she wants to go make money then fuck it, good luck and go for it.
Marketing temporary, yet illusionary, sloppily whisked together identity conceptions into a book and resuscitating one’s aimlessness into a so-called acceptable, or passably revamped “imagining” of what is true or not true, is not worthwhile reading material. Not for me, anyhow.
The heart of most matters is so rigidly and yet also unconsciously ignored. There is a fix-it attitude herein, as if the very heart of a person is merely a production. So instead of deep understanding, what comes forward is yet another batch of semi-organized busyness, designed to maintain some safe semblance out of many confusions, and also designed to look revelatory, while continuing to clutch tightly to an egotistical superficiality. Fast food for the soul, anyone? How full of crap it all could be. When is enough really and truly enough?
Nothing has been sincerely ventured, and so, far less can be gained. This is often what I receive from plenty of so-called “seekers” who are holding individually to the patterns found in those with cult enticeable mindsets. The suckers and the suckees are so very intertwined.
Frank has become a host to a sort of a USO troop for some assholian voices of feral and deeply held ignorance, moreso recently than ever before. There are so many peepers in these ponds.
Have some Asshole Seltzer, dear Parlato child, for the love of all who live and for the rare ones who also can LOVE, who cannot help loving. The first is the last?
You do know that editorial diaper rashes are entirely preventable. You are a dad, yes? Sore butts are completely unnecessary. Who looks for trouble?
The sure, quiet (or at times, the bold and the loud) connection to one’s own heart is absent from this Jessica, but one can surely hear all of the traffic of self-deceptive noisiness. This is no “place” to stop and to feel any genuine satisfaction, or to feel even a snippet of authentic growth, at least not for me, when viewing these peregrinations put out into any written words of such clumsy mental and rather vapid
psyche-outs of mere mental and emotional, plus also public, masturbation.
All being performed for oneself and as well, fabricated for anyone’s nearly nonexistent “viewers,” another false facade is curiously and vaguely thrown up, still minus its foundation and doomed to flatten itself, later on, into more chaotic self-imaginings.
Empty -, (or fantastical,) headedness just keeps seeing another disguise for herself or for himself, far, far away from the authentic visions or understandings which might have arisen, through some kind of a truthful humility and also, some deeper kind of patience.
Twaddle is twaddle, though. Ersatz. The cells of life have no rsvp to even respond to such guileful and essentially two-faced sorts of inveiglements. The hidden persuasions aren’t hiding well enough, you see. (Or I see.)
The “Jessica” product is quite similar to what might be Allison Mack’s denouncements about her former “leader,” Raniere, and also about Mack’s own involvements with him and with many others. Yet Mack chose to follow Raniere’s ghost ship of gurudom with such rapacity, and she did so for many, many reckless, and apparently conscienceless, long years. Mack did all of this out of her very own free will.
Similarly, Ms. Oxenberg, jr. chooses to embrace her supposed past youthful naiveté and its supposed gullibility or innocence now, all too conveniently. So it often goes. Whatever patch job works at the moment is useful as a shield, eh?
Blessed is the Match by Hannah Senesh, written May 2, 1942 in Sardice, Yugoslavia. Translated from the Hebrew and written out of the very heart. Here is one of (my own personal) great exemplifications of the contemplativeness to be found, from out of a genuine and possibly a great heart and a mind. Like Hannah’s mind and heart, and always these are one voice of hers, a complete fusion of her elements, body, mind, heart and spirit, all here to learn, and to me, she’s unvanquished, even now. My dream is hers.
Yet Hannah, my poet right here and right now, was executed in Hungary at age 23, after imprisonment in Budapest, her original native land, as a war criminal who was trained as a paratrooper against the Nazi “machine” and who was subsequently arrested, only then to meet a firing squad and to die.
Blessed Is the Match
Blessed is the match consumed
in kindling flame.
Blessed is the flame that burns
in the secret fastness of the heart.
Blessed is the heart with strength to stop
its beating for honor’s sake.
Blessed is the match consumed
in kindling flame.
Hannah, July 17, 1921 – November 7, 1944. Never gone from my heart. Her father was a great “Hungarian” poet, by the way, who was fairly renowned, even while he was alive and was not merely rediscovered as a poet, posthumously.
The flight of the alone to the alone, it is a barely recognizable light through any trial, any sense of feeling lost…and perhaps, of feeling found again. At last.
Accepting every paradox as a facet of what is really, really movable. That is the movable heart of any and every matter. This can even be happening in a way that is very invisible, and this flight needs no proof, not to any other. There is no ticket available to even get a ride.
Chickens can barely even attempt any flights at all, not unless they are airplane passengers being stowed in a crate. These poor fuckers cannot even drive, never mind soaring freely up in the sky. So who’s driving? Really. Who?
While illusion seems to have a very tight grip on the steering wheel, the gas and the brakes… tune-up opportunities can just run off and beg for drivers who are ready to get tuned up, rather than to remain tuned out,via rearrangements of whatever is being reimagined. What is real?
Once more, this is it. Move it or lose it. Ah yes. And oh no. And then again, once more with feeling, ah yes.
—Similarly, Ms. Oxenberg, jr. chooses to embrace her supposed past youthful naiveté and its supposed gullibility or innocence now, all too conveniently.
India makes it sound like she was 14….
I agree with your analysis on that.
I know how Lauren will miss her cat when she goes to prison. Could this be a substitute?
I believe our very own, beloved, Shadow can lend a helping hand or a 32oz bottle of formaldehyde.
There seems to be no limit to the interest in sex scandals. Maybe we should each tell our own. Spicy, spicy spicy…But is that not what spicy sex is all about? We are so naughty. 🙂
A Frank Report Commenters Confessional of The Spicy Kind . LOL
Is the public clamoring for another rehash of NXIVM? If JJ really wanted to sell this book, she should have stressed the words Sex Cult and featured lots of sexy pix of herself. Her book comes too late unless she tempts buyers’ prurient interests.
Good for Jessica. One’s story is one of the only things in life that is uniquely your own.
Zero problem with it. If you want to monetize your story while sharing it, go for it. Anyone can write a book but few people do. It’s an accomplishment. Even with a ghost writer.
If there’s a market for it and people want to read your story – more books in the world is only a positive.
And hopefully it will help someone.
People are so quick to judge those who profit from their adversity. But that’s how every great country song becomes a hit. And much art is created through trauma.
Who cares? Don’t buy it then.
Yeah, the description reads a little braggy. But you should be the hero of your own life story. It’s about YOU after all. You’re the star of your own life.
Self promotion books do not support heroism or taking charge of your own life. Rather, they support cynicism and victimization. Cynicism because it’s obvious the only goal is self promotion and personal enrichment. Victimization because the writer seduces the audience to believe everyone is entitled to revenge and riches. It’s not a recipe for freedom, rather for disaster.
Nxivm was f—ked but this writers are f—ked as well: just looking for a pay-off.
I think you’re taking people writing books way too seriously. You do know most people don’t read, right?
And I have never felt “victimized” by a book. That sounds like a personal problem.
Nor do I find books cynical. Rather uplifting.
Besides much the same could be said of love songs then. Ever really listen to those mixed up messed up messages?
And rap/hip hop.
Can’t have people think they are “entitled to revenge and riches” can we?
Which come to think of it. – is an excellent rap tour name.
You’d have to also ditch:
The internet/blogs like this profit generating one. It mixes writing and money.
Maybe we should just stop creating?
Another victim turned hero tale AKA how can I monetize my trauma.
It’s amazing how talk shows eat up this stuff.
This is just another version of “How Can I Turn My Life into a TV Commercial”?
Allison Mack’s Book of Victimhood
“Hello, my name is Allison Mack,”
“I drive around in a BMW and fly around the world.”
” I own my own townhouse in Saratoga county and rent another townhouse.”
“I also have an expensive apartment in Brooklyn.”
“I pal around with the Dalai Lama and Sir Richard Branson.”
“And I am a victim!”
“Help! Some 63-year-old man knows the closest porn-shop to my home address.”
There is a new invention called the internet.
Shameless self promotion.
I recommend Sarah Berman’s Book “Don’t Call It A Cult”. She’s a journalist who covered Raniere’s trial and did extensive research on him and his cult. It’s detailed and professional, and documents the whole criminal business of Nxivm and DOS, and the nasty cast of characters. It’s also objective, unlike any of these other “my heroic story” self-serving narratives like JJ’s.
Berman’s book is a good primer on NXIVM for the uninitiated, but offers little new for readers of the FR and viewers of the DOS documentaries.
Anyone who wants to help Allison Mack so much should try to become a prison pen pal.
I am sure Nicki Clyne is eager.
“It is not clear if she is forgiving Allison Mack. Reportedly she will be giving a victim impact statement”: Frank Parlato
If she is giving a victim impact statement, it is doubtful that she will forgive Allison Mack .
This might surprise Frank and some readers but the world is not in love with Allison Mack.
The world is not enamored with Allison Mack. .
Allison Mack is as popular as the Wuhan Virology Lab.
If Joan from a hardscrabble background could resist, why couldn’t Allison Mack?
Because Allison Mack enjoyed being a pimp.
Allison Mack wanted to be a pimp. ,
I agree. Not a fan either. Allison seemed like a very confident women from what saw for sure.
If you just copy paste something, you shouldn’t add yourself as the author of the piece.