My name is Mark Vesente. I'm a director, producer, writer, and troublemaker. I'm most known as the director of the film What the Bleep Do We Know, and as one of the next-team whistleblowers featured in the HBO series, Aval. Let's just say, I know a thing or two about cults. I don't consider myself a cult expert, but I'm definitely an expert in being screwed over, waking up, and

knowing how to spot them.

And let me tell you, they're everywhere.

My mission is to help people see patterns of abuse across multiple contexts.

From personal to family, to group, to societal.

It's all the same pattern at every scale.

As you'll hear, I have a pretty salty approach to most things.

So there might be some blasphemy.

One or two sacred cows might get knocked over, and there'll likely be some foul language.

You never quite know what you're going to get, because it really does depend on what the fuck is on my mind.

Well, hello, everybody.

I have been thinking a lot about justice recently, or maybe the lack of justice.

I was ruminating on a few things.

A conversation I was having with someone I know who has very prosecutable information.

And it's always a question, though, whether law enforcement wishes to prosecute or not,

and sometimes the reasons are bizarre.

You know, sometimes it's because the politics of the prosecution doesn't align with what

they want. But we were ruminating this person and I about the incredible lack of justice that

occurs. So it got me thinking about the gym and some things that I found out a while back.

There's a particular gym that I go to now and again.

And there's some pretty seriously disturbing shit that I found out that was going on.

There is one particular trainer in this gym who is, by most people's standards, really handsome.

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