I am the sole remaining child of "The Great Colin Brown". I knew things were getting bit weird in what he was doing, but I didn't want to have anything to do with it and I didn't realise extent of it. I now feel physically sick having just read this thread which has a lot in it that a daughter should never have to read about her own father. In explanation, in is defence if you will, I absolutely believe that in his delusional mind, he really believed the things he was saying and doing were all for the greater good. In no way do I believe he did what he did intentionally to hurt or rip people off. He had the belief that if you lived like a king, you would live a king's life. If you spent lots of money, lots more money would come your way as a result. Perhaps that's where the money side of things spiralled out of control? The turning point for my Dad was when my sister was diagnosed with leukaemia. Dad had been a Scientologist in previous years, but had left the church several years earlier I think because, on reflection, he felt that he was being diddled out of money and that things had turned cult-like - much the same as what he then went on to do to others... All focus was then on trying to beat the cancer and save my sister, which was a losing battle from the start and brings back terrible memories of more pain and suffering than she needed to endure, in my opinion. She and Dad would conduct many "Sessions" in conjunction with a very strict diet and whatever else that went on that I didn't too much want to know about then either. Then of course the inevitable happened and she died, and I recall when she did, instead of staying in the room with us, he left the room to make a telephone call to Maryanne who he was in cohoots with at the time, setting up whatever the hell they were setting up back then, so that they could do whatever it is they do spiritually to guide her somewhere? I am so pleased at this point that I remained oblivious to much of what he was doing. I was told by him after the funeral that my sister had gone to another planet in another solar system where instead of being born into a body she got to choose one off the rack, and that she had chosen a nice one and called herself a name similar to her own (which I won't reveal simply out of respect and anonymity for her, even though she is no longer with us). The next incident not long after the death of my darling sister was Dad and Angela getting "together spiritually" in the garage while my Mum was in the house... it tore what was left of the family apart and broke my Mum's heart and destroyed their marriage of 28 years. I guess you could call that the first casualty of the marriage break-ups which were to follow - lead by example perhaps??? By this time I had moved out of home (I moved out when I was 17), so thankfully I was somewhat removed from what was going on, but my poor Mum.. they lost everything, and despite what he had been earning, he didn't retain any of it as he believed in spending it. After he died I flew over to see him before the funeral and to bring his ashes home. I was invited to the Centre to meet everyone which I did as my final mark of respect for Dad... and of course we all stood in a big circle holding hands while they belted out a couple of John Denver songs. I love my Dad and am heart-broken at reading what he has done to so many people. For his part in this, and on his behalf (as surely wherever he is now, which I don't for one second believe to be on another planet in a body he chose, he must be looking down realising the extent of his actions), I apologise to everyone concerned unreservedly.