My daughter from my precog marriage was just 5 months old when I forsokk all. My take to my wife back then when forsaking all was, "I've found what I'm looking for Nan. Are you coming?" Well, she was a whole lot more whole than I was (I was the desperate addict) and she saw the red flags that I couldn't see and she took her stand and said, "No!" "Fine!" I said. "I've go to do this! See ya!" She wrote for a couple of years trying to get me to come home until I wrote back and told her to get her eyes off what I had done and to get them onto what I was doing. I never got another letter after that and she and the kids were noticably absent from town whenever I returned to spoil my Egypt (which was just a couple of times.)

As I said, there are no emotional walls between any of us now that I am out of the group. There is, however, some hard feelings coming from my mother. My abandoning my precog family on the streets of Toronto to join a cult brought on a slight heart attack she says. She wept and wept and wept until the preacher at her church came to her one day, layed hands on her, and said, "Don't worry anymore Flo. The Lord has lifted out a prophet from amongst us." (Ya, RIGHT ON - hee hee! Tongues and weeping: "And he shall be a pimp among pimps and he shall catch men for my glory, and he shall be a pillar in the temple of my God, and there shall be none like him - blah blah!")

There are no hard feelings between us (me and the ex) and there are no emotional walls now that I'm out of the Fam and up on my feet. The daughter is vibrantly alive and fun and there are no emotional walls there either. She and her cult step brothers and sisters all get along just fine. She just got married. However, she asked her brother to walk her down the isle, which kinda made me feel humiliated. Nevertheless, I got over it and respected her desire. My mother, however, still seems to struggle with my having done what I did. She's 91 and going blind, especially close up. On the way home from the wedding she told her driver what she really felt about Charlie and about his joining a cult. "Well don't worry Grandma, Dad is not as bad as you're making him out to be and he has been a wonderful father to me." "What? Who's that? "It's me Grandma, Jessica. Charlie's other (cult) daughter."