At every Amway meeting, the Platinum cult leader would slap all of the IBOs in the face and tell them they were failures since no one was bringing in new prospects.
That is exactly what happens when you are a participant in a pyramid scam. There are very few people that are amenable to being duped, and finding them is difficult!
Ambot spent many hours each week attempting to persuade friends, family, and people he had never met before to attend a meeting. Someone would occasionally give in after a few hours of being harassed and agree to see the board plan, but they would never show up and would spend weeks or months avoiding calls from Ambot.
Because of the Amway cult, one of our formerly close friends has refused to have anything to do with us even after years have passed. He did, in fact, come out and meet some ambots, whom he found repulsive. Come on in and join the fun!
Amway meetings were no longer on my calendar. I refused to go somewhere where the fucking asshole Platinum was going to be present, and I was right. He was a horrible, wicked cult leader who propagated negativity, drained the bank accounts of those beneath him in the Amway pyramid, and destroyed relationships with those beneath him. Yes, exactly the type of sack of poo that everyone wishes they had in their lives! That damned bastard's rotting in hell can't arrive soon enough in my opinion!
The Amway cult had been hounding a friend for months, and our friend had been putting him off with one pretext after another, until Ambot finally gave up. No, I'm not kidding. Amway meetings are only attended by ambots, who are the only individuals who wish to attend. There are no takers among those who do not want anything to do with the Amway organisation. The fact that our acquaintance failed to show up at our house and accompany Ambot to the Amway cult meeting was not a huge surprise to us. Likewise, when Ambot contacted to find out where he was, he didn't pick up the phone or answer. The Amway witching hour was approaching at eight o'clock, and the guest Ambot had boasted about to everyone he knew about was nowhere to be found. Ambot pleaded with me to accompany him to the cult meeting, and I agreed, going to the meeting for the first time in months.
After conducting research into the Amway cult and reading first-person accounts from other Amway victims, I was ready to make my decision. All of them told us the identical narrative that we told them. The same lies were spread by their cult leaders as I had heard. The financial losses sustained by some former cult members were considerable, resulting in bankruptcy and the foreclosure of their residences. Some of the marriages had ended in divorce. It is better to be forewarned than to be unprepared. I was able to catch the cult leader in a variety of deceptions.
A meeting room had been reserved at a nearby hotel, and the speaker would be Emerald, the upline's representative. Before anyone could turn up and be deceived, they were required to pay $10 to the cult's leader. We walked in and took a seat. We stood there and watched as the Platinum bucket of shit went around the room greeting people. He didn't say hello to us despite the fact that he went straight past us a number of times due to the fact that we had chosen aisle seats. You're ignoring us! As if it matters a shit that someone I don't care for won't speak to us. Ambot, for some reason, began to chuckle, and I inquired as to what he found so amusing.
“He won't talk to us because I didn't bring anyone with me to the meeting,” says the author.
That was the cult leader's method of retaliating against his followers. Refusal to recognise their existence. Ostracization. Shunning.
I was pleased with the outcome. It is not often that we are so fortunate as to have the pretentious pile of shit refuse to speak with us.
So screw you, you cretin. When you refuse to communicate with me, it greatly hurts my sentiments. NOT!!!!!
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