All Yours
A serene website—soft whites and greens, photos of women in flowing dresses walking through forests, smiling like they’d found something the rest of the world was missing.
At the center of it all: Father Matthew.
The photos showed a man in his late thirties, tall and broad-shouldered, dark hair tied back, piercing green eyes that seemed to look straight into the camera—straight into me. He was surrounded by beautiful women in white, all gazing at him with quiet adoration.
The site promised healing. Rebirth. Freedom from pain through surrender, meditation, and “divine union.”
No phones. No outside contact. Total immersion.