There’s a sad story right there, to which I’ve alluded several times on this blog, and will eventually go into more detail, but now is not the time
[Note: A friend pointed out that the bulk of the plastic out there is on a molecular scale, “Not the big glops of baggies and fishnet they show on the website. ” Here’s more information .]
Yet another email came from a European concerned about a sibling who had gone off the deep end with Access. I won’t print this one verbatim; I’ll just summarize. The person’s sibling, who had just turned forty, had been married for more than a decade and a half and was the parent of two young children. Apparently the sibling had undergone a radical personality/behavioral change since attending an Access weekend event. The whole family was worried. One of the correspondent’s other family members had paid a visit to the infatuated Accessory’s home and reported that throughout the visit, the latter remained sequestered in a locked room in the house, “ignoring the children, just reading these weird books and CD’s from the Access Consciousness. laughing strangely and behav[ing] as if on drugs.”