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Chris dives deep into his hard-hitting analysis of his life as a (Ransom-of-Red-Chief style) member in Rev. Moon's Unification Church and domestic violence victim, recounting his thoughts, feelings, and the often insane, out-of-this-world experiences from early 1981 through 2002 when his life, marriage, and faith hit the immovable barrier of reality.       

596 pages with 188 photos.   

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“Rev. Moon! Rev. Moon! Shit, it’s the Moonies! Run! Flee! Ahhhhhh!!”

An Amazing Read! It ripped my heart out and then put it back in repaired and healing! This book helped me face my own life choices through its sincerity and candor … as if I was there with him. —Cindy O’Searcaigh., Christian Science nurse

I see in Chris’ brutal honesty his love and hate for Rev. Moon's movement as it ridicules, judges, and rejects him time and again. Yet, he keeps to his ideals and faith in God. I relate very well to his challenges over my own 48 Moonie years. —Simon Voelker, 48-year Moonie

From the Back Cover

In 1981 Sun Myung Moon’s message of unconditional love revitalizes an idealistic, embittered disabled veteran. But it’s more a Bushido-flavored Imperial Japanese Caesarism than God’s individual liberty. Broken on the rack of faith, Chris locks horns with victimocracy’s blame game. He hits rock bottom then an agonizing but liberating rebirth from guilt, domestic violence, fanaticism, excommunication, shipwreck, a shattering depression, imploding faith, near suicide, and shirking.

Snarky. Exciting. The first to analzye the nuts and bolts of America’s Unification Church from its missionary and business trenches to its top leaders told by the shark's meal charging headlong down its gullet. Chris’ 21-year odyssey gravels along from recruitment to serial rejection, street hack to lauded manager, livid victim to joyful victor.

If you were ever a Unificationist or some stripe of idealogue; a domestic violence victim or maybe a perpetrator; a near-suicide feeling crushed ’neath life’s ironshod boot or love’s heartless hate; or just can’t stop shooting holes in your feet, this book might open your awareness to paralyzing, scapegoating victimism and a path of transitioning to your own life-giving victorism. It couldn’t hurt.