I Started a Cult

Jesus is still there, but I’ve shaved

Every Wednesday at 7 p.m. in West Haven, CT, my cult (Ryan’s Love Cult) meets in a bar formerly owned by the mafia. And, yes, there’s a bartender available. (Check out this beautiful street view. The dumpster sells it!)

Our meeting is straightforward: teaching, guided meditation, and energy healing (if I feel like it). Or we could sit around, drink, and talk about the path to enlightenment. We may do sound healing, drumming circles…