The following describes my experience of a night of horror while we were members of the Amway cult.
WWDB - World Wide Destructive Bastards - was the name of our organisation. We had meetings up to three times a week with our upline, during which they spread myths about the Amway business and worked to destroy relationships and families. Our cult leader began holding Amway meetings at 8 p.m., either at his home or at the home of another IBO, generally someone in our direct line, though occasionally someone from a different line.
Despite the fact that the cult meetings began at 8pm, the Platinum informed everyone that "real business builders" always attended at least an hour early; as a result, my ambot had us arrive closer to 7pm. Because he wasn't present, how would the Platinum know which cult members showed up at the meeting place at 7 in the morning? That would be due to the fact that he has ambot spies on the loose. Occasionally, the individual who resided in the residence where the meeting was conducted did not participate. You had no way of knowing who the snoop was. Normally, the Platinum's henchman is the spy, however this is not always the case if he is not present. Occasionally, the cult leader sent him to conduct errands for him. The spy was most often, I'd say, our sponsor's sponsor - a slimy, slimy-cocksucking son of a bitch, as it turns out, who funded our sponsor in the first place.
Platinum would meet with ambots in secret at a coffee shop before the main cult meeting, going over their budget and phone list, and generally berating them for not doing a better job in "the business." If the man is married, the Platinum would persuade him that the reason he isn't making any progress in the Amway business is because of his wife, and that the only way for him to succeed in Amway is if he divorces her.
One of Platinum's cult members was supposed to get him something to eat and drink at the coffee shop counselling sessions, and then transport him to the Amway meeting. In contrast, if they arrived at the house and no one with at least 1000 pin level appreciation was standing on the street to greet him, the driver would have to circle the block a few times until someone with appreciation appeared on the street. We need to show a little more affection to the cult leader!
So let's say it's 8 a.m. and we're starting. A typical Amway cult meeting has 10 to 15 independent business owners (IBOs), all of whom are repeating the same nonsense that they heard the night before at another Amway cult meeting. On rare occasions, an ambot has been able to convince a prospect to attend. One hour is spent talking about himself and his life by the Platinum, who is a self-important arrogant sack of sh*t who enjoys the sound of his own voice.
It's possible that after an hour of crap, the cult leader will reveal what he does for work (ecommerce, operates an internet business), though most of the time it's just a load of double talk for a good 15 minutes to half an hour since the leader gets sidetracked and goes off on a rant. Finally, after much deliberation, he speaks out and says the dreaded "A" word. If you're in front of this group of goody 2 shoes, it's like saying a swear word too often is inappropriate. AMWAY! He begins by presenting the Amway business model with the help of flash cards. Eat, drink, and reproduce are the main activities. If you can find enough people who are willing to do this, you can earn $300,000 each year.
This goes on for approximately 3 hours because the Platinum keeps getting sidetracked and going off on various rants, most of which are about something horrible that has happened in the news. The sack of excrement enjoys spreading negativity in the hopes of scaring his ambots into submission.
It is now 11 p.m., and I want to go home, go to a bar, attend to an all-night folk music festival, or do anything else other than listen to the sack of shit Amway cult leader preaching to me.
However, the battle is not yet done! This is followed by a short break to allow any guests or anyone who are not interested in becoming a "serious business builder" to leave the Amway cult meeting. If I can persuade someone to give Ambot a ride home, I'll be out of there in no time!
Amway cult doctrines have unfortunately occupied a significant portion of my time and attention. These meetings will go for another hour or two after that. It is very common for Amway cult gatherings to go on long beyond midnight on Saturday and Sunday. Because the cult followers are exhausted, it is much simpler for the cult leader to brainwash their thoughts into submission. When people talk about the improvements they want to make in their lives, it is customary for the sack of shit Platinum to rip into them. “Oh, that's right. My marriage is ending because you convinced me that it was the only way to be successful in the Amway business.” The sack of excrement will critique the ambots' appearance, their automobile, their haircut, the individuals with whom they associate, and so on. He primarily attacks the group for failing to sponsor anyone or bring prospects to meetings. His downline movers and shakers will be highlighted, and he'll sing their praises for the duration of the meeting, gushing about how they're the ones who are going Platinum and Diamond. The following month! Within three months, without a doubt! This includes him. Bypass Emerald and head straight for Diamond!
That's not the case! Some of those dumb asses Amway bots are still employed by the company several years after we left them! Stuck at the same level as before or dropped altogether. Once a person's credit card has been maxed out, it is difficult to persuade him or her to continue purchasing Amway products and investing in the tool fraud.
There will be no "teaching." There are a lot of rants. That pretty much covers up the Amway meetings that the Ambot insisted on dragging me to as well.
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