My childhood was probably like yours in a lot of ways. I went to school, had friends, played basketball, except my family had like this secret.

Give me your attention at any moment and you will receive this grace.

My parents were followers of a controversial spiritual leader

and I was born into his group.

His name was Franklin Jones.

There's nobody here. No Franklin Jones. Nobody like you, you see.

It's not here anymore. Totally absent. My parents truly believed Jones was our

benevolent master, a god. We were on a path and it's hard to explain how that would be so but it was.

First time I said him I was in his physical company.

Oh yeah that was wonderful.

But for many others Franklin Jones was a cult leader.

Some of his followers now say he does just what he promised.

They claim their lives were nearly destroyed by Jones through psychological, physical, and sexual abuse.

I think your mind, I breathe your breath, I suck down your food.

I am your person. I left when I was 16, tried to put it all behind me, but now I'm talking to Jones's

confidence and followers. The only thing I could think was that if God ever had a voice, that is what it would be.

As well as other people who laughed.

I thought, this is not spiritual. He was drunk and everybody around

was drunk and those who investigated the claims against him. So I had seen how something that started out to make the world a better place

made lives so horrible you can't imagine for the people involved.

Because my whole adult life I've wondered,

who was Franklin Jones, and what really happened?

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