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11-10-2019, 08:58 AM
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NXIVM (/ˈnɛksiəm/ NEKS-ee-əm) is a self-described American multi-level marketing company[2] based near Albany, New York, that offered personal and professional development seminars through its "Executive Success Programs". The company has been described as a cult and a pyramid scheme, and has also been alleged to be a recruiting platform for a secret society (variously called "DOS" or "The Vow") in which women were branded and forced into sexual slavery.

In early 2018, NXIVM founder Keith Raniere and his associate, actress Allison Mack, were arrested and indicted on federal charges related to DOS, including sex trafficking.[3] Others associated with NXIVM were also charged with federal crimes. As of April 2019, five people associated with NXIVM—Mack, NXIVM co-founder Nancy Salzman, Lauren Salzman, Seagram heiress Clare Bronfman, and bookkeeper Kathy Russell—had pleaded guilty to various charges.[4][5] Raniere's federal trial began on May 7, 2019. On June 19, 2019, he was convicted of sex trafficking and racketeering.[6][7]

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11-10-2019, 10:57 AM
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“SHE NEEDS TO TAKE ALL HER CLOTHES OFF, WHILE I AM CLOTHED”: INSIDE THE NXIVM EMPOWERMENT SEX CULT



Keith Raniere’s message of power through submission ensnared a cadre of wealthy, beautiful, intelligent, insecure women who wanted to be “badass.” But underneath he was just another horny holy man.


Much fiction, from Pride and Prejudice to The Talented Mr. Ripley, focuses on the male con man—the Lothario who engages with the aspirations of beautiful, intelligent, and often wealthy women, enticing them to relinquish their bodies and fortunes. Keith Raniere, the 58-year-old leader of NXIVM, a cultlike organization based for decades near Albany, New York, was one such man, though an unlikely Don Juan. He was a former I.T. guy who founded a pyramid-scheme-like grocery business in the 1980s, then hawked vitamins, and, some two decades later, transformed into the guru to heiresses, actors, and general deep-pocketed enlightenment-seekers. But the guru thing was merely instrumental—a means to an end. In secret he was enacting a jaw-droppingly bizarre sex scheme for his own pleasure, intertwining themes of madness, pain, and love like a story by Edgar Allan Poe.

On Wednesday afternoon Raniere was convicted of sex trafficking, among other charges for which he could receive life in prison, in the modern New York City courthouse where cartel lord El Chapo recently lost his case. Raniere attracted similar attention, with HBO documentarians and national reporters in the courtroom cheek by jowl with Raniere’s followers, some of whom now believe he’s evil and others who remain by his side. Raniere, stout and short of stature, sat at the defense table with his attorney Marc Agnifilo. He has a ruddy face, with large blue eyes concealed by Coke-bottle glasses; though he used to be partial to casual clothes and athletic gear, in court, the collar of a white dress shirt poked above a monochromatic sweater.

The best way to describe Raniere is a nerd Charles Manson, though Raniere didn’t use acid to get people to believe (or instruct them to butcher victims); his flock was stone-cold sober, and his tricks were often those of a pickup artist, like negging. Both men, however, were sexually predatory, and had the same canniness for exploiting social trends. Just as Manson capitalized on the imperfections of the free love movement, Raniere enticed women into believing he could take the 2010s empowerment smorgasbord—wellness, activism, feminism—to its highest, purest level. Those who followed him, he insisted, would become stronger, emotionally and physically, or, as some of them called themselves, “badass.”

Unsurprisingly, Raniere’s rap concealed his deeper motivation, according to the prosecution: having sex with as many women as possible. He was a horny holy man, and far from the first. Raniere’s inner circle was like an episode of Big Love; his girlfriends, whom the government said were monogamous with him and numbered about 20, lived in homes and town houses in a totally conventional, characterless corner of a nice Albany suburb, sometimes two or more to a house, sometimes alone. It all couldn’t look more normal, more American, but in the evening, Raniere would tomcat down the shadowy suburban streets.

In a testament to the women’s devotion, this part of all their lives was mostly kept a secret. By day they worked at Raniere’s outward-facing business, a self-actualization-seminar corporation that sometimes went by the name Executive Success Programs. This army of business casual life coaches, often wearing brightly colored clothes and appearing relentlessly upbeat in their promo videos, provided therapeutic strategies to the elite, or at least anyone willing to take on debt to pay the hefty fees. Thousands took their classes, which often lasted 10 hours per day and promoted Raniere as the font of all of their knowledge and “the world’s most ethical man,” akin, perhaps, to Bishop Desmond Tutu. But the seminars were also a sort of Trojan horse: by probing each student’s personal history, the coaches inhaled information about attachments, relationships with parents, sexual hang-ups, and other tidbits that would make one easy to manipulate if Raniere so commanded. (Wealthy followers, like Clare Bronfman, an heiress to the Seagram fortune, also picked up the tab if the business experienced a shortfall.)

There are many similar self-growth-seminar businesses in America—it’s a particularly Californian predilection—and sometimes they involve snake oil, and sometimes they don’t. Raniere’s courses could seem valuable: their central ideas were that happiness is a life lived in line with one’s moral compass; change in the world can be accomplished with compassion instead of violence; and one’s tolerance for love and pain were not only far grander than most of us experience in our lives, but enlightenment exists on the other side of each. Beyond this, however, Raniere’s principles were darker. His own moral compass was severely askew. He lived by an ethical system that the civilized world doesn’t: whatever a human being would accept was a fair boundary, even if it shaded into abuse.


This is the story that a procession of inordinately well-spoken women told in the New York courtroom. One of the central riddles of Raniere’s case is that the women who followed him were almost uniformly extraordinary—beautiful, eloquent, intuitive. Unlike Manson’s Spahn Ranch, where clocks and newspapers were prohibited, in suburban Albany, Raniere’s women moved in the world, aware of culture, trends, movies. Their relationships with each other were emotionally complex and, in some cases, supportive, but Raniere was the authority and Buddha. “I always deferred to what Keith thought,” explained Lauren Salzman, a girlfriend turned cooperating witness. “Keith knew what was right and what was ethical.”

Yet nothing about Raniere’s attitude toward women was sane. It was a fantasy spun by a man with the mind of a stunted adolescent, one who can only relate to women if he breaks them down first. In the courtroom, Raniere’s attorney, Agnifilo, tried to establish that these women had asked to be punished by Raniere, to live an ascetic life, to be debased. And on the surface of things, this was true. They were often women of means; their stories could involve show jumping competitions and school in Switzerland and travel on private jets. They had the ability to simply get on a train and leave Albany; indeed they did leave, often, and came back.

But Raniere’s control went deep. One of the sickest aspects involved leveraging women’s insecurities about their weight. Though he promoted the contemporary wellness ideal of one’s outer beauty reflecting one’s inside value, and encouraged exercise, such as late night volleyball games (his favorite sport) at a local gym, he also severely monitored some acolytes’ calorie intake. He claimed the seven extra pounds one woman put on “hurts my heart physically when I am with you”; the prosecution said that woman was 16 when they began having sex, and Raniere 44, though statutory rape was not a charge in court.



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11-10-2019, 11:03 AM
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Calorie restriction was a highly effective method of control, particularly combined with the way Raniere alternated adoration of the women as gorgeous specimens of humanity, taking close-up photographs of their labias and vaginas, and denigration, such as putting a video camera in front of his refrigerator to monitor one woman’s meals. Many women also had to ask his permission before cutting the hair on their heads, or pubic hair. If they showed interest in another man, he went ballistic, in one case demanding, via text, “What have you done today that was difficult in the name of love for me?” The woman responded, “I have not eaten.”

In 2015, after his most cherished girlfriend, D.C. heiress Pamela Cafritz, developed terminal cancer, Raniere seemed to have become even more controlling. It was at this point he developed his next scheme: the “sex-slave cult,” which has since become a staple of the news, and is far more literal than you might imagine. Ever paranoid that his girlfriends would abandon him, he decided that seven of them should swear an oath of lifetime obedience to him and become his “slaves,” referring to him as “master.” (Raniere told the women that he was using these appellations because he was trying to break them of the habit of pride.) They had meetings in a home one of them purchased in Albany, dubbed the “sorority house.” During confabs Raniere sat on a chair, clothed, while women lie naked at his feet. While talking to them he spoke quite a bit about the slaves becoming an army, even a political force…to do what? Allow him to be the leader of all women the way post-Helter Skelter Manson thought he’d be the leader of all blacks? This part is foggy. His sex addiction is the only part that’s clear.

Things spun out of control over the course of a year and a half, into ghost story territory. To keep them under his thumb, Raniere asked the women to hand over blackmail material, like a deed to a home, bank account information, or letters about child abuse addressed to the correct social service agency. Somehow he positioned blackmailing them as an empowering experience, and, indeed, some women seem to have initially felt pleasure from engaging in something so dangerous and strange; others, from the beginning, were merely terrified.

Raniere began making a pyramid scheme of this sex cult, pushing the first group of women to become “first-line masters” and recruit other women to be their slaves; all slaves were required to hand over blackmail material as well. (Empowering!) Each slave who recruited another slave made a new step in the pyramid, and women had other women as masters, but Raniere remained at the top of the pyramid—the “grand master.”


Trolling the hip precincts of New York, Vancouver, and Los Angeles, Raniere’s followers enticed women into conversation and asked if they’d want to be part of a very secret, very special female-empowerment group. TV actor Allison Mack, one of the “first-line masters,” took a meeting at the Ace Hotel in Manhattan with a hot actor, and even approached Emma Watson and prominent feminist authors on Twitter to ask if they’d want to talk to her. Here was the way they sold it: yoga was not enough, meditation was not enough, activism was not enough—you needed to experience complete surrender to another human being. Only then would you know pure love, or as Mack once explained, “Within the shackles of commitment I find the greatest freedom of all.”

Because this was the real teaching: the deeper one got into Raniere’s group, the more one found that the key to becoming badass was recognizing badass womanhood was a lie. One time in 2016, Mack emailed Raniere: “I spent so much time throughout my life listening to music about being ‘beautiful without doing anything’ being ‘an independent woman’ being every woman—the ‘fierce’ and phenomenal woman’ lie is so encouraged and pervasive…it is the root of such pride, such violence, such prejudice.”

It’s sort of amazing that Mack fell for this nonsense while at the same time trying to fulfill Raniere’s perverted demands, like the time he told her to bring follower India Oxenberg, daughter of Dynasty actor Catherine Oxenberg, to him, emailing her: “Does India know…she needs to take all her clothes off, while I am clothed, pose in the most revealing way, and have me take a picture?” Indeed, Raniere took many pictures of the women who came to Albany, often nude and in the same poses. The prosecution called these “trophies.”


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This scheme could have kept going, except that Raniere decided the slaves, in order to further seal their lifetime vows, should “monogram” themselves with his initials—no, not a tattoo, but a brand. But ever secretive, only the initial circle of slaves at the top of the pyramid, for the most part, knew the brand was made up of his initials—new recruits were told the symbol represented the three elements. The fourth element, fire, would seal the design on their bodies—at their bikini lines. Some new slaves were also told that in order to serve their masters, they had to seduce Raniere, or else risk their blackmail material being released. Some had sex with him under these coercive conditions; this is part of what the government was pursuing as sex trafficking.


Raniere had a grip on women with whom he had sexual relationships. But intent on increasing his power, there was a willy-nilly approach to recruiting others into the slave pyramid, and suddenly some slaves had husbands, and a brand at one’s bikini line became impossible to ignore. Sarah Edmondson, an actor and Vancouver follower who was branded, became furious, and word grew among the larger seminar group that Raniere might not be the Buddha they revered. But before this a first-line master began planning S&M equipment like dog collars, and a cage big enough to fit a human for the Albany sorority house. We don’t know where these purchases were leading. There’s no evidence to suggest the situation would have ended like Manson’s case, with murder and mayhem. But the possibility of real harm to a slave—beyond the severe psychological harm Raniere had already inflicted—of days and nights spent in a cage, hovered in the near distance.

Soon the slaves began to scatter into the night. The 31-year-old actor recruited at the Ace tried to talk to Raniere in Albany to inform him that she was going back to New York City, because he always said no one should leave him without telling him why, but he said he had a late night volleyball game, and after that he had a meeting, and she kept texting him over and over, but he wasn’t ready to see her yet. Finally at 3 a.m. she hit her boundary, and told him she was leaving, but now he said he was ready to meet. He asked if he would ever see or talk to her again. She told him “probably not,” and got in the driver’s seat of the car. She drove until she reached the New York skyline, and the blood orange sun rose in the sky.

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11-10-2019, 02:28 PM
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11-10-2019, 02:44 PM
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Nice rising sun symbolism. The Golden Dawn.

I wonder if there's a Masonic connection, or he just thought it looked cool.
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11-10-2019, 02:47 PM
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There is as mormon connection I think, which is basically thinly veiled freemasonry.

It's just mindblowing how many sex cults , and trafficking cults are out there.

it's obvious that this depraved shit is the control grid that keeps TPB in line, to ensure they don't do the right thing.
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