Part One, Two, Three, and Four
So, here we are, at the hardest entry in this series to write. I’ve been actively stalling, which is why the blogs have been a little more sporadic. Writing about this stuff is embarrassing. As much as I love the person I am now, I don’t really like the person I was at that phase in my life. I do think that it was something I had to go through to become the woman I am today, but that doesn’t make it easy to talk about. It made me a better wife, mother, daughter and friend because it broke me completely and I had a chance to rebuild.
In Part Four I explained how Jordan set up the mythos that would consume my (and a few others’) lives, and if you haven’t already read that, I really suggest you go do so, because it’s only going to get weirder. And if I hadn’t taken the step-by-step route, I wouldn’t have believed any of the crap I ended up believing. And that’s the thing; I really did believe it. I’d say that I believed 95% plus of what Jordan created. There was always a little tiny part of me saying wait, what? what the fuck? but I was very good at ignoring that. It’s the same part of your brain that, when you’re drunk, knows that you’re making an ass of yourself.
So. I guess I’m stalling again, because I don’t want to admit I believed all these things. On the other hand, I really hope that maybe I can raise awareness of this kind of cult/abuse so other people can get help. Not just other people he’s controlled (or is currently controlling) this way, but maybe bring to light other abusers. I’ve met at least three other people who were in cult/relationships like this one, just as lavish in their mythology and just as personally devastating to the believers.
1.) The earth exists in multiple dimensional layers simultaneously. What we would consider the “afterlife” was just a different layer, as if we were one radio station and the afterlife was on the next channel. Thus, ghost sightings, haunted places, etc. were just where there was “interference” from the next plane over. Later, layers of time were added to the story, and because they were different “channels” any historical inaccuracies were irrelevant. The same explanation held for another layer, which was where the Elves and Hobbits were. (In the Lord of the Rings books, it’s called the Undying Lands.) Human mythology and religion are often explanations of how these layers of reality can bleed over in certain places or for certain people.
2.) Jordan could channel other consciousnesses. It was a rare mutation (among others, the Oracle at Delphi also had it). His own consciousness would cease to be and his brain essentially was taken over by the “electrical patterns” of whomever was possessing him. He could “bring” people from any of these layers, including currently living people, provided they were either heavily intoxicated or capable of astral travel. Jordan was unaware of what happened while he was “gone,” and thus you had to tell the story back to him as soon as it finished. As if his brain was a computer loading a different operating system, complete with programs, apps and files.
3.) At some point, the original (female) inhabitant of his body just refused to return, which was in essence the non-corporeal version of committing suicide. The body, needing a “core” program, “duplicated” the last person who he had channeled. Thus, he became Jordan, which was short for Elijah Jordan Wood. This “core” switch happened a total of three times while I was there, and in retrospect served to start a major storyline change. The cores were always male after the original “died.” I’d say The Others (as we called them) had an 80/20 split in favor of males.
(An aside: This is why Jordan being transgender is such a huge part of things; because he had started out well-known as a woman and later began living as a man, the gossip always includes this part. And because Jordan was a manipulator and pathological liar (on an epic scale), it has been discussed to no end. I will not take any more part in that than necessary, because other Trans people have been hurt by the kind of disgusting shit people have said about Jordan. It never ceases to amaze me what kind of personal, rude things people think it’s ok to say. Seriously, it is so not relevant to any of the evil shit Jordan did.)
4.) Over time, there were more and more people who “came through.” Initially it was a limited number of Lord of the Rings characters. Later were vampires (which were really a subgroup of elves), time travelers, movie stars, soldiers, and a good-sized handful of X-men rip-offs, all of whom had powers that could almost be reasonably explained by science. I have rarely been so delighted as when I discovered Stan Lee’s Superhumans and learned that some of the things Jordan claimed were possible actually were.
5.) Name changes were important. When someone “joined” us, they always got a new name (and often a nickname as well). I kept going by my own name, though I did consider changing my middle name to Elhoriam. Bob, Sam and Diamond all considered legally changing their names, and almost certainly would have if the cult hadn’t fallen apart. Bob was lucky; he wised up and got out before he could be fully indoctrinated, though Jordan had started saying that he “thought Bob suspected what’s going on.” There were several other failed converts later, after most of the originals had gone. And, of course, Jordan changed default names every time there was a “core” change.
6.) Each of us “BagEnders” (long story, but the nickname stuck for years) had our own special elf guide. I was the first one, so mine was Lord Elrond. The other two girls (Sam and Diamond) had their own (original character) Elf guardians, and I’m sure Jordan had one all picked out for Bob before he left. There was also a “doctor” elf who dispensed medical advice, mostly “natural” medicine that was scientifically completely unsound. A lot of the stuff the PseudoElfDoctor said was pretty standard alternative/herbal healing stuff, but infused with extra bullshit.
7.) Once The Others were established, they would “knock” when they wanted to talk to you (unless it was more effective to burst right through). Each one had a totally different personality, backstory and often a different accent. As more and more were added characteristics were recycled and later Others were more and more similar to earlier ones. Also, since The Others existed on other planes together, there was all sorts of drama and infighting and adventures. They could also be played off of each other, meaning no matter what defense you had could eventually be broken.
8.) Doubts were used to reinforce our commitment. Questioning was encouraged, because as many Others as necessary would explain away any doubt you had. Sometimes Jordan himself would bring up doubts, so you’d have to hear the entire argument why all this was real and then recount the entire thing to Jordan when he “came back.” Asking for any kind of “proof” was met with the same sort of thing. Sometimes you ended up feeling that your faith wasn’t strong enough, or that your doubts were insulting. Sometimes, he would deliberately create doubt in your mind, usually as punishment.
9.) Once we met The Others, they always wanted to talk. There was almost constant drama, day or night – emergencies and fights and questions and on and on. You might be called on to mediate a dispute, help solve a mystery or to explain something from “the future” to someone. I’d say that Jordan was only actually Jordan for two or three hours a day sometimes. It was almost guaranteed that the moment you’d start to drift off to sleep someone would want to talk to you (and sleep deprivation is the first thing they teach you in Brainwashing 101.)
10.) Jordan worked long and hard (heh) to separate people from friends and family. He would carefully sow seeds of doubt, while the elf guide would give you “therapy” for your fucked up family life. Therapy was a huge part of the entire thing; there was always something terribly wrong with you that needed to be fixed. And the only fix? More hours of walking and listening. He was amazingly skillful at creating false memories, which is scarily easy and incredibly convincing. Once you remembered your friends or family doing terrible things to you, it was far easier to get you away from them.
11.) Sometimes Jordan would dictate extremely detailed rituals that were roughly based on Wiccan and Pagan practices. They were never duplicated and (as always, in retrospect) were only used for dramatic effect. Always there was some kind of high stakes situation prompting it, so we’d be frantic and emotional. The endorphin rush of managing to get things done convinced us that something otherworldly had happened. Plus, severely disrupted sleep can cause hallucinations.
Also, since Diamond had recently left Christianity, there was a lot of logical deconstruction of the religion. Any mainstream religion was likewise dismantled. The theological side of things was skirted as much as possible unless it served the plot. I guess the best way to describe how it unfolded was that it was like living inside a video game. You could go on missions, unlock characters, earn bonus things and get rewards. But it was a twenty-four hour game you could never escape that woke you when you tried to rest.
Not long after Bob left, Sam’s mom came to her senses and took her home. Which is a very, very good thing; it was so phenomenally toxic for a kid. For a long time it was Diamond and Jordan and I. By now we were living in Hollywood, working the boulevard and dealing with Jordan day and night. At some point we had a falling out with Diamond and Jordan asked her to leave. He kept trying to get other people to believe, but at that point things were too fucked up to jump in headfirst. Once it was just the two of us, Jordan ramped up the stories and channeling to make up for the loss of other believers. Eventually, I was little more than a shell that tended to The Others’ endless needs. When we finally hit bottom and I called my mother, she brought me home and found me a therapist who had previous experience deprogramming a cult member. It took a lot of work to come back from that place, and I am proud as hell of that.
Of course, the cult aspect of my relationship with Jordan was only the tip of the iceberg. He was also a low-level con artist. Not for money, although that’s the reputation he has. Money has never been his goal – his actual goal is total control over the people closest to him. Money is just incidental to that. Ditto for meeting movie stars; he wasn’t interested in famous people beyond using (real or faked) connections to celebrities to gain power over people. Living in hotels and working on Hollywood Boulevard was a great thing for him, because he had that level of power over me (and others when they were there). He dictated when I woke, when I slept, how long I worked, how much money we had. If he wanted attention, we quit working. Even if that meant we didn’t eat.
I know of his current activities (we do share a stalker that I keep one wary eye on) and I strongly suspect he’s doing the same thing again, only basing it on Harry Potter instead of Lord of the Rings. I’ve read part of the epic fanfic he wrote (and his followers are now called “DAYDians” instead of “Bagenders”) and I recognize lots of characters and plots. Jordan’s identity was exposed almost a year ago, which trimmed his following down to a handful. This is exactly what happened when his identity was exposed when I was with him. As a direct result, I found myself redoubling my faith in him and later felt there was no way to get out. If any of his followers end up reading this: It is never to late to get out. Never. The real world is so much better than the dreams he creates.
To be concluded…
Chelsea Hawk said:
❤ ❤ ❤ I am so beyond proud of you and proud to call you a friend. Never doubt your strength, girl.
Aleina Roberson said:
Oh my goodness, I think you should write a book about this. What a story!
And I totally agree–so proud and happy that you found your way out of all of that. ❤
Bob said:
At some point I feel that it will be necessary for me to write about my time with you all, as the book got alot of the details wrong, and from my end the story becomes something more like “a very unlikely friendship between two people that, at first, did not like each other, carries them through a bizarre ordeal.” Sue and I came out of that whole thing significantly stronger for it due to, at least in a large part, having each other to lean on. Oh bother, I guess I’ll write about it on my facebook now, since I’ve started…
Heather said:
Abbey…truly as fascinating as parts 1-4. Good for you for putting it out there to help continue your healing!
ellen said:
Damnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Damn.
Jeanine said:
Interesting. A former friend of yours from high school sent me the link to this blog. I’m going to put you in the hot seat.
In 2003, the Marion County Sheriff came to my door and inquired about the whereabouts of Jordan Wood, whom, the detective claimed, was actually named Amy Player. I called the two of you and asked WTF could possibly be going on. You and “Jordan,” TOGETHER, explained to me that Amy was one of “Jordan’s” ex-girlfriends, and that the two of you had driven Amy to the Oregon Coast and dropped her off. YOU, Abbey, gave me specific details about what Amy was wearing, the exact place where you parted ways, etc. Later in the conversation, I don’t recall if it was you or “Jordan,” but someone pointed out that Amy mentioned she was “sailing into the West.” YOU specifically noted that there was no place to sail along the rocky coast where you dropped Amy off. The two of you “suddenly realized” that sailing into the West is LOTR-speak for dying/killing herself. Oh, so dramatic, all the wailing and gnashing of teeth that followed. A fine performance.
As we know, Amy Player and “Jordan” are the same person. You and Jordan deliberately misled me into believing that there was a suicidal young lady with no friends, money or resources, somewhere in Depoe Bay. I argued with the sheriff over this. I tried to convince him to concentrate on finding this poor girl on the coast.
I agree completely that Amy is a master manipulator. Little Sam also described the cultish atmosphere “Jordan” created just like you did. But nowhere in this blog, Abbey, do I see any acknowledgement of the things YOU did, to contribute to this situation. Do you accept any responsibility for the lies you told? Do you even admit to them? Because you delivered some whoppers, Abbey.
You attacked your former friends, sometimes at their place of work, calling them vicious names and telling them in no uncertain terms to go to hell. Maybe you were only doing it because “Jordan” brainwashed you… but YOU did it. Have you accepted any responsibility for hurting those people? Do you even admit to it? Because I’ve talked to at least 3 of them, and they were all shocked and deeply hurt.
You took money from me (and from many others), telling lies about where it was going and why it was needed. You were convicted of charity fraud by the State of Oregon, specifically because you stated, on stage in front of hundreds of witnesses, that $3000 had been raised for Reading is Fundamental, but you never sent them the money. Have you made any effort to set that right? Do you even admit to doing it? ‘Coz I have a copy of the ruling from the Dept. of Justice, if you need a reminder.
Notice a theme here?
I hope for your sake, and your child’s sake, that you are sincere in your desire to overcome this insane incident in your life. Maybe you ought to think a little about accepting that you were an active participant, not just a poor hapless victim. Maybe you ought to think a little about making reparations. Because I don’t think you can truly heal from this until you acknowledge your role in it. That’s my $.02
KumquatWriter said:
Well, it was bound to happen eventually. I debated sending the damn link to you myself, but why deprive you of your sense of “gotcha?”
Yes. I lied. A whole lot. And of COURSE I’m willing to take responsibility for it; that’s what recovery fucking means. I own my stupid choices. I’ve apologized to people I am genuinely sorry for hurting,and many of them have forgiven me, and we’ve moved forward with our friendships.
I’m not replying to your entire comment tonight, because I am busy celebrating my son’s birthday, and I’ll be damned if I’m going back to the worst time in my life just because today is the day you happened to read my blog. Especially when you fucking called him my “spawn” on your own journal. I’ll give your “hot seat” a post of its very own in the next couple of days, when I have the time
I’m giving this much of a reply so you know I read it and am not hiding. Not anymore, not from you. You aren’t my dirty little secret, given that I talk VERY openly about what I did and went through, INCLUDING my guilt.
Oh, and just FYI. I’m the one who tipped you off to Andrew Blake. I knew you’d be the best revenge, and you were.
Jeanine said:
(re: that last line) That was you? Are you kidding me? BWAHAHAHA! I believe you. That is now officially my favorite ironic twist in this whole absurd story.
I’ve only just begun to read this blog, Abbey, and only part of the way through the “Pants On Fire” entry, but I have to tell you, at this point I think we ought to talk.
Remember my contribution to the Elanor project–that beautiful ceramic book which exploded in the kiln? I wrote to you in tears, describing how it got ruined, and you wrote back something like, “Hugs, Hugs and more hugs! I once made a glass [something, don’t recall what it was] for my mom and as I was getting ready to give it to her, I dropped it and shattered it.” I was SO TOUCHED by your kindness at that moment. I felt all this guilt that I’d let you down on my contribution to YOUR Elanor garden, and I totally expected you to react with anger or disappointment. Instead you were kind and compassionate.
I thought the world of you kids. Do you understand, Abbey, why it was like a sledgehammer to the chest, to discover all those lies?
I seem to have reached the max chars for a reply… will keep reading.
KumquatWriter said:
Wow. I am honestly surprised to see something even remotely positive from you. Thanks for at least giving it a chance.
I remember the exploding Elanor book. And it was a color-flow icing piece I made for Mom for a mother’s day cake. It was one of the most beautiful cake decorations I ever made, and I bumped it against the cupboard I was stowing it in (so it wouldn’t break). And I’m STILL sad about that.
I have never been against meeting up to talk like rational adults, but I confess I didn’t think there was any chance of it due to your continued (and justified in some places) rage. I hope you understand that I have plenty of anger towards you still, as you do to me. That’s reality.
And I absolutely understand that sledgehammer to the chest. I felt it countless times. That gut punch was a form of punishment when I doubted Jordan, and the level of agonized betrayal I felt when I finally left…well, it was the worst pain I had ever been through, and has only been eclipsed by the loss of my first son. I get why you’re still mad. I really do.
Chelsea Hawk said:
Hi Jeanine. Or, turimel, as you’re more widely known.
I’ve been following this saga for a very, very long time. I came across your blog in 2005, and when I moved out to Los Angeles that summer and met Abbey and Jordan it was, in a way, like meeting “celebrities”. I distrusted them both for a while. Jordan, certainly, because I knew that something was off, beyond what I had read on your blog. I didn’t really take the time to get to know Abbey in the beginning, because what I had read from you had painted her in just as nasty of a light as the one you continually (and rightfully) shine on Jordan, or Andrew, or whomever he decides he is this week.
In May 2005, I ended up homeless. Living on the streets in Hollywood was terrifying. And one night, I had no where else to go and was hanging out on the boulevard, when Abbey and Jordan came upon me. They offered to get me food. Abbey coerced the geeks in the Star Wars line to let me hang out there for the night, and then she DID bring me food. It was the nicest thing anyone had done for me up to that point out there. And it was all Abbey, not Jordan. I had tipped my hand to him, he knew I knew who he was and wouldn’t listen to his bullshit. I’m sure if I hadn’t he would have tried to bring me into their circle. That might have been fun.
But anyway. I’ve been friends with Abbey since that night, though we did lose contact for a few years, only reconnecting after she had finally freed herself from Jordan’s sphere of madness. She is very very dear to me. She has talked very freely and very openly about all of those events. I think that even if I hadn’t known the details from you and fandom_wank she would have. That’s just who she is. She accepts the mistakes she made and she is trying to heal from the IMMENSE damage that Jordan did to her. She’s come so far. I can’t imagine anyone else would have the strength to get away, to heal and reemerge stronger like she did. She’s one of my heroes.
I’m not saying that she didn’t do some bad things, of course she did. I’m not ignorant of that and I’m not blind. But she has made reparations to the best of her ability. She’s writing about her experiences in the hope that she can help someone else who is part of a cult. Hell, maybe one of the DAYDians or the “It’s About Power” people will see this post, the behavior patterns will look familiar, and they will be able to finally break Andrew/Jordan/Amy’s cycle of emotional abuse for good.
But how dare you come here, on Edward’s first birthday (and he is a little miracle, NOT spawn, thank you very much), and attack her? Can’t you see, by reading this blog, that she’s NOT “OrangeBlossomOB” anymore? She has grown, she has changed, she has learned from her mistakes and become stronger from them. And she is attempting to move on.
Shouldn’t you do the same?
Jeanine said:
Chelsea–I can only comment that it was a TOTAL coincidence that I landed here on her son’s birthday. I got an email from one of Abbey’s former friends yesterday afternoon, and looked in to check things out. I seriously doubt that the former friend was aware it was a special day, either–she distrusts Abbey deeply and is actually afraid of her.
As for whether Abbey is OB anymore… well, that remains to be seen. You don’t know how horribly Abbey betrayed me, my friends, and a lot of other people. You didn’t have to hire lawyers and do battle with Air New Zealand over the $10,000 that she and “Jordan” conned. You didn’t stand on Hollywood Blvd and hear the hateful baloney that Abbey hurled at me and Sue, people who had befriended her, trusted her, and loved her, and whom she utterly screwed and tossed into the garbage when we were all used up.
I think it’s a lot for you to ask, that I put all that aside and embrace her. Perhaps when I hear an apology, or an honest forthcoming of “I realize I was wrong to lie to you the way I did,” that might actually lead to forgiveness. But so far, all I’ve heard from Abbey is that I’m an inquisitor and a stalker… which is apparently Just Fine, Thanks, when it’s applied to “Andy Blake,” BTW.
Chelsea Hawk said:
and I see you’re angling for attention on the back of this, still, on your journal.
why don’t you ACTUALLY READ Abbey’s words before you accuse her of not being repentant about her own wrong-doing?
Seems like you just read a few entries and jumped in to excoriate her without having all the facts. I mean, I know that’s sort of your thing, but Abbey deserves better.
C.M. (@Necromommycon) said:
Hi Abbey.
I’ve been reading abou tthis saga for years now, via Turimel’s lj, and I can’t tell you how fascinating it was to read your posts and see it from the inside. The whole thing makes more “sense” now (inasmuch as it’s ever going to!), and it’s good to see you’ve moved on, and gained such a clear perspective on the whole thing. I suspect, really, it could happen to anyone, if they met the right kind of “fascinating manipulator” at a low point in their life.
Really, you probably *should* consider writing a book. It would be morbidly entertaining, but more than that, it would be a lifeline for anyone in similar danger of disappearing into someone else’s fantasy world.
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Chelsea Hawk said:
Jeanine —
there’s no link for me to reply directly to your comment, or i would.
of course I know how horribly the whole thing affected you. I’ve been following your blog since 2005. it’s not hard to see, you paste your anger and hatred all over the internet. And why shouldn’t you? I understand. I do.
But Abbey is not Jordan. She was a victim, just as you were. She hates what she did while she was with him, I know she does, because we’ve talked about it, and hey, it’s here all over her blog.
I’m not asking you to “put all that aside and embrace her”, because how could you do that, immediately? But I hope this is the beginning of your process of forgiveness towards her. She deserves it, she really does. I know it’s hard for you to see that, because all you know of her is what you went through with BitofEarth.
And of course she calls you “an inquisitor and a stalker”, that’s what she’s seen of you. You stalked her to her place of work, which, while it was on a public street, embarrassed and humiliated her. At work.
Andy Blake on the other hand, actually is a con artist and all of the other labels you’ve ascribed to him (aside from “she”, I think everyone involved can now drop the female pronoun, yes?). I’d be happy to see you and Abbey maybe put your acrimonies aside at some point and maybe work together to finally stop him. Before there’s another Brittany Quinn.
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Lee said:
my friend made me believe in a lot of really weird stuff, and got one of our friends and her girlfriend believing too, as well as my little sister (i got the courage to talk to her about it and she said she never actually believed it, thankfully) and a few other friends. i don’t think it was consciously manipulative, but things did get a little sinister at times, and it’s scary to look back and realise how messed-up we all were. i think an array of mental illnesses between us didn’t help the situation at all. i’ve been pretty embarrassed about it and it’s kind of comforting to know that i’m not alone, i guess. the right people can make us believe almost anything.
i’m glad you got out. it all sounds like a horrible situation, and he hurt a lot of people. i’m reading up on all of this now because he’s getting involved in a fandom i’m in, and people are concerned. hoping history won’t repeat itself again, but i think he’d have to be in jail to stop him.
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