today i experienced the true wrath of the cult at school. the eastern european man put his hands on my shoulders and his head on my legs and started whispering "god save her" for around five minutes and then got up and did a weird little dance/song. i thought it was amusing yet at the same time, i was terrified. afterwards, he asked me how i felt, and for his benefit (and for the sheer hilarity of it) said i felt touched and free. his response was that god had entered me and i was no free.