Holy Rollers: Murder and Madness in Oregon's Love Cult
by T. McCracken and Robert B. Blodgett
And the LORD God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed.
An easy way to keep the followers’ heads’ spinning so fast that they can hardly think straight? Hold more record-length prayer services. That’s what Creffield did.
For hours Creffield kept his flock in a state of frenzied excitement. He had them rolling, praying, rolling, wailing, rolling, groaning, rolling, singing, rolling, clapping, rolling, stomping, rolling, tumbling, rolling and rolling and rolling.
For hours on end he had them rolling—twelve hours if it was a short service, twenty-four hours if it was a typical service. All heads were spinning because they were glorying in Heaven.
Or were they suffering in Hell? They were too exhausted to know which, but they were pretty sure they were glorying in Heaven.
Sorry. I really would love to continue this chapter and give the whole book away, but I'd also really love to sell a few books to pay the bills.