Last UniMed Saturday the cult held one of its dress up events. This year it was a B.C. Ball where cult members dressed up as ancient personages – perhaps imagining how they might have been important in a past life. Last year it was the masked ball, another pantomime of their everyday self-loving choice to make believe they’re something they’re not. On the surface it looks harmless, a bunch of grown ups behaving like primary schoolers, but it’s also a metaphor for the cult’s commercial and spiritual modus operandi – a harmful multi-million dollar enterprise based on infantile wish fulfilment and pretence.