we were on the road for six months trying to find a place where we could settle down, where the whole group could come join us. and he decided austin, texas was the place. one of his disciples bought him a house in the suburbs. he changed his name so anybody who was looking for michel rostand couldn t find him because he was now just called andreas. after we had been under the radar long enough, andreas felt it was time to bring everyone back together. he wanted everyone to move out in small pods. people broke their leases, sold their homes and their belongings and began to pack. people trickled in to austin and we recreated the buddhafield. new people would show up all the time. we were sharing this love that we were experiencing with other people. i would say the word recruit. we were all recruiting.
and it was very special. he was saving my life, he told me. i would die without him. yet he was still that person in my life who could take me to this god experience, and i was dependent on him for that, in my mind. and even though i had suspicions i wasn t the only one, i kept quiet. i couldn t show anyone what i was feeling or going through. despite having the whole buddhafield as my family, i was alone. he told me he was only working with me this way, and i could
the garden became our sanctuary and his house became like a refuge from the outside world. things quieted down. time went by and we didn t hear much from cult awareness network anymore. we thought we might be getting back to normal but the demands of the buddhafield and andreas became greater and greater. the aviary with all the birds and bunnies was overrun by rats. we would lift up a rock and hundreds of rats would go running out. he asked us to kill the rats. we armed ourselves with shovels. i would hit them over the head or we d have to decapitate them. it just went on and on and on killing these furry little creatures.
we were instructed that we had to lie to my parents all the time. i rarely had any interaction with anyone outside the group. even my parents, who lived nearby in ft. worth, had no idea i was in austin. he d send me all these little gifts from these places to prove where he was and write me these letters. and i still saw through it. and it s sad and it broke our hearts really. bye, will. we just had to hope it would all work out. nice having you. my role increased in the buddhafield and i had a group of new disciples eager to do service with me. i set out to make our house in austin a place of peace and beauty. by the time we were finished, we had built not only a massive garden but also an aviary complete with peacocks, exotic birds, even a wallabee.
this guy was stalking and his motivation was to tear down the group so that he could have this girl. kenny started to attack michel saying he was a cult leader, telling us what we could and couldn t do. he went to an organization run by rick ross. when you have leaders who claim to speak for god, cannot be questioned by their followers and have little if any accountability, you have a very volatile mix. so he pulled in cult awareness network to try and make us look like we re holding her captive. parents who paid cult awareness network to go in, kidnap their children and deprogram them. this was michel s worst fear, that the buddhafield was going to be called a cult. now it was no longer talking about the knowing. it was no longer talking about god and love. it s talking about what are we going to do. he said i m no longer in a position where i can do my work in this environment. we need to get out of here. michel didn t really give anyone warning.