When we arrived, I was rather amused to find about 30 other "graduates" already there and waiting for a plane-full of new recruits--fresh from the kindly ministrations of Mr. Sterling and his loyal followers. As [one of my friends] introduced me around--I was constantly asked--"when will you be doing the weekend"? I said I wasn't sure if I ever would and would have to think about it.
The flight landed, and as the 20 odd recent graduates deplaned there was a roar of applause, whistles, congratulations and such. High fives, hugs, and high praise of the Sterling experience surrounded me. It also gave me the creeps and drew a lot of strange looks from other travelers at the terminal.
A friend exited the plane and was surprised to see me there. He could hardly talk; he had lost his voice almost completely from yelling God-knows -what at the seminar. We adjourned to a bar at the terminal and talked for awhile. I was the odd man out--because I had not experienced the Sterling vision, but was assured that I would benefit greatly from it.
The next day, I did an Internet search on the Sterling Institute in an effort to confirm my suspicions that their seminar utilized classic brainwashing and mind control techniques designed to enrich Mr. Sterling and his closest associates [sic]. I stumbled into your Web page and hit the mother load.
THANKS!! [It] was just what I was looking for, a glimpse behind the curtain at the Wizard in all his glory--detailing all of the bizarre nonsense that makes up Sterling's philosophy and methods [sic].
Keep up the good work