This is some really scary stuff about Zendik. I came across one of their waif-like hippy chicks (short, dark hair is all I remember) on the Drag in Austin about 7 years ago. She was aggresively hawking their zine and some of their CDs, but I bought some because she was cute. The zine was full of utterly incomprehensible drivel, and their "music" was just a bunch of weird sound effects with this creepy voice-over talking about "nuclear stew" (imagine the scene in "Sid and Nancy" when Johnny Rotten pulls rapidly on his throat to make his voice echo as he's yelling "beaaanns! beannnnns!" over and over again--that's what it sounded like). Anyway, I almost went out to the Zendik Farm. I even called them for directions and got a hold of some guy who was completely spacy--red flag. But I almost went out there despite my misgivings because I was completely miserable with my life at the time (depressed, girlfriend had dumped me, etc.), and yeah, I was probably thinking with my dick a little bit too. But I was curious to see if the Zendiks had a viable alternative to this crappy, consumer-driven life we lead in America. Fortunately, I told some friends of mine about this, and although they had never heard of the Zendiks, what little I told them sent off alarm bells in their heads ("It sounds like a cult," is what they said). They convinced me not to go, saying that groups like that look for lonely, single heterosexual men (like me at the time) to prey on. This made sense to me because I felt pretty vulnerable at the time. Occasionally, out of morbid curiosity I visit their website and get the same creepy feeling everyone here talks about. Wulf and Arol are worshipped, and only the "beautiful people" get to enjoy the full benefits of being Zendik. I am really glad I listened to my friends and my own gut instincts about that group! There's no telling where I would be today if I hadn't.