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The Curse of the Black Lords

What demons drove so many members of a Dallas New Age cult to kill themselves – and leave their money to their guru?

Texas Monthly/May 1, 1990
By Peter Elkind

At first there was only the odor: A putrid smell, like rotting garbage. In the tree-lined East Dallas neighborhood of Lake Highlands, it had taken five weeks for anyone even to notice. Then, in the days after Thanksgiving 1989, the scent began to ooze out of David and Glenda Goodman's one-story house, unable to contain the terrible secret any longer. When firemen kicked in the front door, the stench rushed out into the street like a river.

Two of the would-be rescuers stopped to retch on the front lawn; they backed off and pulled on gas masks. Then they stepped into the house and saw the flies black clouds of them, thousands, buzzing and swarming in the thick air. Insect carcasses littered the floor. It all led like a path to the rear of the house, where the former Southern Methodist University business professor and his wife, both 48, had converted the garage into a den.

Under ordinary circumstances, it would have seemed a cozy place to spend this sunny Saturday' afternoon. An overstuffed white sofa with a cheery flower print faced the color TV. A pair of white leather recliners invitingly flanked the couch. The plush sky-blue carpeting gleamed. The custom drapes were open, bathing the room in light from the small fenced back yard.

But these were not normal circumstances.

One corner of the room was rigged up as a miniature shooting gallery. A metal stand held a paper target; two pellet guns were propped against a chest freezer. On the coffee table in front of the couch sat a box of Remington high velocity shells and a manual for a Ruger Mark II semiautomatic pistol.

The corpses lay close together on the carpet, in front of the coffee table. The Ruger rested next to David's body; a .22-caliber revolver lay beside Glenda. Each had been shot once with a gun placed smack against the skull. They had been dead for more than a month.

Because the house was locked and nothing was missing, police and medical examiners would conclude that the Goodmans had carried out a double-death ritual- they had shot themselves or one another; or one had shot the other, then committed suicide. Perhaps there had been a signal, setting in motion the fatal acts. An alarm clock sat conspicuously at their feet.

But why? To outsiders, the Goodmans had everything. David, a brilliant Yale Ph.D., had quit a tenured professorship to fulfill his dream of being his own boss. Glenda, the daughter of a North Dallas physician, typed letters and kept the books for his flourishing business as an investment adviser. After several failed marriages (three for David, one for Glenda), they seemed inseparable, ecstatic with each other's company.

What outsiders didn't know-what even their closest relatives didn't know was that the Goodmans had embarked on a bizarre and agonizing spiritual journey. Like millions of New Age travelers, David and Glenda had set out in search of enlightenment. Some of what they found seemed marvelous. They had visions of "the purple realm," a place of high temples and shimmering pools. They learned that they had originally been incarnated as Adam and Eve, that they had lived 800,000 lifetimes, and that the were now no longer David and Glenda, but Jupiter and Venus. the Roman god and goddess.

But ultimately the Goodmans had found themselves on a dark and lonely path: waging deadly battle with evil "Black Lords," erecting

Metaphysical shields to protect themselves from danger, enduring karmic poison to prove their faith, cutting off contact with their parents and children for fear of being infected with "negative energies." Glenda had written of her agony in an aborted letter to her son. The police retrieved the crumpled sheet of paper from a trash can beneath her desk. "I am extremely depressed right now and would love to have the nerve to kill myself," Glenda wrote. "But so far I can’t get up the gumption."

To investigators, David and Glenda’s discovery of the necessary gumption seemed more or less spontaneous. No suicide note or will could be found among their belongings. They had made no provisions for their two dogs, which had been pacing the back yard for weeks.

But handwritten journals that David and Glenda left behind suggest that they had planned their deaths for months. And they had pressed pistols to their heads on what they considered to be the direct spoken instructions of God. The god to whom they spoke - the god who, near the end, directed virtually every detail of the Goodmans' daily lives, right down to what curtains to buy at Sears-had his own earthbound emissary: a 52-year-old Dallas spiritual guru named Terri Lee Hoffman.

If David and Glenda Goodman had opened a Pandora's box, it was Terri Hoffman who had handed them the key. Terri had introduced and married them. Terri had schooled them in her strange brand of New Age gospel, which finally consumed them. Terri had handed them the mind-altering "white pills" that helped them transcend their physical bodies and "pull up" into the spiritual world.

And it was Terri who had been enriched by God's instructions-the "50-50 deal with God," Glenda had called it in the journals to give Terri half of their future earnings. Before the Goodmans died. their gifts to Terri Hoffman – to speed up infinity: the process of reaching &: awakening souls" -had totaled more than $110,000.

What's more, David and Glenda were by no means the first. Among Hoffman's Dallas followers, eight lives have come to a premature end. Five among this number, including two of her four husbands, committed suicide. Three others, including a fourteen-year-old girl, died in sudden accidents. Like the Goodmans, several of the victims had experienced enormous pain and mental anguish. Yet all eight sought to make Terri Hoffman the beneficiary of their earthly wealth - in life or in death.

There is sharp disagreement over the significance of this pattern. Followers of Terri Hoffman and her organization, called Conscious Development of Body, Mind, and Soul, say she counsels the emotionally troubled, who are invariably prone to take their own lives. They say followers leave her money and property as would the devout members of a traditional church.

But a lawsuit filed by two of Terri's stepchildren, the son and daughter of her late husband, Richard Donald Hoffman, accuses her of having "caused or contributed to "a string of deaths through "hypnosis, behavior modification, mind control, and manipulation of emotions." Her motive, according to the suit: "profit or material gain for the self-appointed guru, Terri Hoffman."

This January, spurred by news reports of the Goodmans' deaths and the terrible pattern that has shadowed Terri Hoffman, the Dallas district attorney's office began a criminal investigation. Terri, who once dreamed of spreading her movement across the country, has at last attracted national attention, with stories on syndicated television shows like A Current Affair and Inside Edition. An article in the supermarket tabloid the Examiner carried the headline "Police probe cult link to egghead suicide shocker."

Except for brief comments to newspaper reporters, Terri has remained mostly silent amid the storm. She declined several requests to be interviewed for this story. Her flamboyant Dallas attorney, Fred Time, says his client is the innocent victim of a witch-hunt and trial by media. "She seems to be the kind of person who has a gift for counseling people. She's a very loving person." simply a powerful spiritual leader, explains Time. "Like Doctor Norman Vincent Peale."

The puzzle of Terri Hoffman lies at the heart of understanding the sad fate of David and Glenda Goodman - and too many others who embraced her teachings. Is this woman, who resembles Aunt Bee on the old Andy Griffith television show, a loving and compassionate counselor of troubled souls? Or is she instead a guru of death?

Terri's World

"You're going to be a revelator"! Terri told Sandy Cleaver. The nasal twang rang with confidence. And why not? As Terri often told her followers, she had seen the Akashic Records, the psychic library where those who were highly evolved spiritually could read the past and future like a newspaper. Sandy's destiny as a revelator was an exalted achievement -- Jesus was the supreme revelator of his time.

It was June 1977, and Sandy had come to Terri for spiritual guidance along with the man she was dating, Lynn Fairchild. Like several of Terri's followers, she usually taped the conversations so she could study the guru's wisdom between consultations. Even years later the recording reveals how completely Terri's followers immersed themselves in her supernatural universe and how totally, she dominated the minute details of their lives.

Today's subject was Sandy and Lynn's budding personal relationship. We're they destined for one another? Should they make love? Should their involvement interfere with their spiritual development?

Alas, Sandy and Lynn were not to be "soulmates" in this lifetime. Terri explained. They were destined in future lives to 'become lords of separate planets each with a different partner. While here on Earth, Terri said, Sandy and Lynn were fated to remain "happy single people."

Sandy, who was divorced, did not sound pleased about this revelation. "What is the purpose of being a happy single person?" she asked.

"To exude energies, to send energies out to others," Terri explained. Getting married, or even living together, could distract them from their spiritual studies and produce cosmic disturbances. "You could wind up with a big bag of worms," Terri warned ominously.

Sandy wondered about the boundaries.

How far could they go? "Do you know the specific things we should do and not do?" she asked.

Terri mused for a moment, then said, "I'd like to see what Marcus has to say first." Marcus was a Master, one of twelve wise "spirit guides" -- including Jesus Christ -- who periodically appeared on Earth to offer counsel to the devout. Unlike most people, Terri could see and hear them. "Come with written questions," she suggested .

Suddenly there was no need to wait.

"Marcus is here." Terri declared. "So just go ahead and see what he has to say."

"Tell him thanks for coming," said Lynn.

On the critical subject, Marcus was blunt. "He says y'all have been spending an awful lot of time together," related Terri. "He says you're going to have to decide when the fun stops and the work starts."

Marcus wanted them to concentrate on spreading the Conscious Development gospel, said Terri. "He says energies are going to start coming in pretty soon that are going to change things. He says if they don't have Conscious Development to turn to throughout the country, there's going to be a possibility we could incur karma by not doing it." Having spoken his piece, Marcus, still unseen to all but Terri, disappeared from the room.

"By the way," Terri said, "there's something that I, that we'd, like to get y'all to work on." Her tone became grave. "There could be a big problem in Peru. We would like you to work on the heads of state to make sure they all don't get killed."

"Protection?" asked Sandy, sounding stunned.

"Protection. Shields. Whatever," said Terri. "There's only danger for the next three, four weeks. I'm working on it too. We've gotta save their lives."

Everyone agreed to act. Then Terri closed by counseling moderation.

"How are you going to be an example of happy single people if you see each other all the time ... I know it. I've seen the records. I've seen your future. [Marcus] is not saying it should be over. He's saying you've gone overboard."

Sandy wondered about her own safety from evil forces. Terri reassured her. "I've already worked with your jewelry," she said. "I've made it electromagnetic!"

But the guru's power would prove inadequate. Sandy Cleaver was destined to meet a violent and mysterious death.

Conscious Development

It is hard to imagine a more unlikely messenger of God. Fifty-two years old in this incarnation, Terri Hoffman is a short, plump woman with black hair that she usually piles atop her head. Her face seems almost childlike, full and unwrinkled, utterly free of guile. Her dark eyes gleam from behind glasses. Her thin lips often purse into a sweet, all-knowing smile. When followers arrive for a personal consultation at Terri's sprawling North Dallas home -- cluttered with possessions given by followers -- she often greets them with a hug. "I can't imagine that she'd be evil and manipulating," says one female believer. "She's like somebody's grandma."

To her followers, Terri boasted of her powers: She could see the past and future; she could shield people from harm, even from auto accidents and cancer; she could communicate with the dead.

Terri was only three and a half, growing up in Fort Stockton, when three of the Masters first appeared in a vision to instruct her. 'They would come periodically," Terri later explained, "not all of the time, and not all of the time when I wanted them." They taught her about her special abilities - that through God and meditation, "I could do anything if I wanted it badly enough."

It was a lesson her earthly existence failed to offer. Her family was dirt poor; a sister had been stillborn, and her mother was dying of tuberculosis. At nine, Terri was sent to a Lutheran orphanage in Round Rock, where the visions appeared again. She says it was there that she learned she was the reincarnation of Saint Teresa of Avila. A sixteenth-century Spanish nun, Saint Teresa was one of the Catholic church's most flamboyant mystics; she experienced visions from the three persons of the Holy Trinity and believed that the kingdom of heaven could be visited like the rooms in a castle.

At the age of eleven, the saintly descendant was adopted by a Dallas oil company clerk and his wife, who renamed her Terri Lee Benson. She remained with her new family for only four years. A month after turning fifteen, Terri ran away to Durant, Oklahoma, to get married.

Her first husband was an eighteen-year-old truck driver named John Ray Wilder. On the wedding license, both Terri and John lied about their ages, padding them by three years. They returned to Dallas, where Terri, soon pregnant, dropped out of high school. Her daughter Cathy arrived in 1954. Kenneth was born in 1958, Virginia in 1963. The Wilders lived on a farm in south Dallas County. John supported the family by driving rigs while Terri stayed home with the children. With plenty of time on her hands, the young mother began to dabble in the occult.

At first she was just reading-a mail order book on hypnotism, the writings of psychic Edgar Cayce-and chatting aimlessly with other housewives about the meaning of life. Then Terri began taking classes-in hypnosis, among other subjects. By the late sixties, after the Wilders had moved to the North Dallas suburb of Farmers Branch, Terri was leading weekly evening meditation classes.

She started a new group-called Conscious Development of Body, Mind, and Soul-and taught from written lessons she prepared and offered for sale. "This is your very first lesson," First Degree, Lesson I begins. "It is yours in a special way since the knowledge contained within it is sacred, secret, and mysterious. This information has been treasured and carefully guarded since ancient times, for knowledge gives its possessor power. By being exposed to the Teachings of the Masters, you will not only become aware of the Truths which others rarely possess. you will also learn how to use and control energies few have mastered."

Paramount among her truths was Terri's interpretation of the law of karma - the Hindu notion of cause and effect. Terri taught that behavior on Earth, "the physical realm," would affect prospects for reincarnation in a higher spiritual realm. Those experiencing misfortune were suffering the consequences of bad deeds in previous lives -- in short, getting what they deserved. The worse one behaved, the worse the condemnation would be - perhaps reincarnation as a rat or a cockroach.

In Terri's world, the line between life and death was meaningless. "You will also become conscious of the continuity of life," she wrote. "Death, then, will not exist in reality; for you will realize that your existence is not dependent upon the mere maintenance of your physical body." After all, she wrote, "the result of noble death is rebirth."

It was essential for an individual to strive for "balance" - a state of equilibrium among his physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual "bodies." Critical thoughts, called "negative energies," could be draining, even deadly. Fear of cancer, for example, could cause cancer. Life's ultimate goal was to become highly evolved enough to share the loftiest spiritual plane with God and the Masters during the next incarnation. That required fervent commitment to Terri's teachings. "If you wish to enter the highest realms, you need to work to develop the latent power of your emotions. mind, and soul," Terri wrote.

The framework of this dogma fit easily within - indeed, borrowed heavily from writings that would inspire the widely popular New Age movement during the eighties. Terri was tapping the angst of a restless generation dissatisfied with traditional religion and its inability to provide clear answers to impossible questions. Dallas proved fertile territory for her teachings. Divorce, materialism, and pursuit of personal pleasure were rampant. Terri's doctrines offered forgiveness of sin, reinforcement of pleasure. She told followers what they wanted to hear: They would become comfortable with wealth; they would find bliss in every sexual encounter.

Everyone in the meditation classes sat cross-legged on the floor, listening to the guru's wisdom on everything from sex to personal finance to ghosts. Then, speaking ever more softly, with an all-forgiving maternal air, Terri led the group into what some would later call a "trance-like" state. They would cap the evening with a round of prayer. Individual consultations were also available on any subject - for an, hourly fee. "If a person allowed her to do it," says one former Conscious Development member, "she would advise them on every aspect of their life."

But the healer's house was experiencing its own turmoil. John Wilder had expressed growing skepticism about his wife's metaphysical pronouncements. On December 28, 1970, Terri filed for divorce, explaining to a friend that her husband was "impeding my spiritual growth." Wilder and Terri's adoptive mother had her temporarily committed to Parkland Memorial Hospital for a psychiatric examination, after persuading a judge that she posed a "substantial" risk of causing serious harm to herself or others. In the divorce decree, granted on March 23, 1971, she lost custody of her two younger children.

Terri remarried just four months later, after finding a partner with the proper reverence for her powers. Her new husband was Glenn Scott Cooley, a student at North Texas State. University, and a spiritual disciple. Glenn, who had dabbled with drugs, dropped out of school after wedding Terri. She was 33 years; old; he was 20.

The Cooleys bought a house at 4163 Dunhaven Road in North Dallas and plunged full time into the work of Conscious Development. In addition to her printed lessons and private consultations, Terri branched out into the jewelry business. She taught that certain gems and crystals, when properly selected and electrically "charged," possessed protective and healing properties. She began urging her followers to buy handmade silver rings, necklaces, and bracelets. The more expensive an item, the more power it contained. One could tell how tightly followers embraced Terri's teachings by counting the number of rings they wore. Sandy Cleaver had more than a dozen.

No one was more slavishly devoted to Conscious Development and its leader. Raised in Alabama, Sandy was a slender, earnest woman who enjoyed the income from an ample family trust fund. Friends and relatives considered her sheltered and naive. Sandy had met her husband, Chuck, at DePauw University, where he was the center on the college basketball team. After graduation in 1960, Chuck took a job with Procter and Gamble in Dallas. The Cleavers' daughter, Susan Devereaux, was born four years later. "

Despite her financial advantages and: considerable intelligence, Sandy was spiritually troubled. Her parents had divorced while she was a child, and her mother had spent years in and out of mental hospitals. Her teenage sister had died in an auto accident, and in 1966 her father had perished in a plane crash.

The misfortunes spurred a spiritual quest-meditation, vegetarianism, homeopathic medicine - that eventually led to Terri. On April 21, 1971- one month after Terri's marriage to John Wilder ended - Sandy filed for divorce, explaining to Chuck that she and Terri had agreed he was "blocking her spiritual development."

In a bitter year-long custody battle, Chuck claimed that Sandy was an unfit mother because of her immersion in Terri's teachings. Convinced that conventional medicine was use less , Sandy had refused to allow Chuck to take Devereaux - even when sick - to the pediatrician. She preferred prayer, incense, and incantations.

Sandy also placed her faith in an assortment of unlabeled pills prescribed by an unlicensed healer in Mexico, who was recommended by Terri. The healer diagnosed Devereaux's condition telepathically, then shipped bottles of pills to Dallas by bus. At one point, Chuck testified, Sandy was giving five-year-old Devereaux up to 110 pills a day.

Chuck Cleaver later testified that be believed he could have won legal custody of his daughter. But he yielded control to Sandy, he said, because be feared that, with her belief in reincarnation, she would sooner kill Devereaux than permit her to live with him. A special provision of the divorce decree obligated Sandy to take Devereaux only to "recognized physicians licensed to practice in Texas."

Free of the marital bonds blocking her spiritual development, Sandy became Terri's full-time unpaid assistant. She began rewriting the Conscious Development correspondence courses and dipped into her own pocket to buy the group a printing press. She helped make jewelry. She kept the group's books and wrote its checks. When Terri legally incorporated Conscious Development in 1974, she named Sandy as secretary-treasurer.

The more involved Sandy became the less attention she seem to pay to Devereaux. Traveling out of town with Terri to sell jewelry, she left Devereaux for days in the care of the family's elderly housekeeper, Louise Watson. Sandy began hosting Conscious Development meetings in her home at night, after depositing Devereaux with Louise, sometimes until two in the morning.

Chuck complained about the young loafer, a Conscious Development acquaintance, whom Sandy had taken into her home. What would Devereaux think? Sandy told him that she was protecting their daughter with a psychic shield. She was safe from any harm - except for Chuck's "bad vibrations," which she said were making Devereaux sick.

Sandy felt certain that what she called "my work" was worth virtually any sacrifice. By the mid-seventies, more than a hundred people were attending Conscious Development's weekly lectures, held on the SMU campus or in a room at North Dallas' First Unitarian Church. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of followers around the country were receiving Terri's printed lessons. She was "sharing something very special," Sandy later wrote her brother.

She and Terri began to speak excitedly about taking Conscious Development nationwide, about building a school to spread their gospel. Sandy felt privileged to work with Terri. They were leading a powerful movement in a holy mission: spreading knowledge, peace, and love for the good of all mankind.

Black Lords and Slimy Garbons

With her group's popularity spreading, Terri designated around 25 of her most devoted followers, including Sandy Cleaver, as teachers. They would run some of the weekly classes in her place. But the charismatic presence of Conscious Development's founder loomed larger than ever. With the creation of a new tier of leadership, Terri ascended to a status closer to the heavens.

Her followers started calling her the Anatamaji - the divine revelator. Terri told Sandy that she could levitate and heal the sick, even from hundreds of miles away. She described meditations in t which she communicated with the Babaji, a legendary Himalayan guru, and another in which she talked to Plato. One Conscious Development teacher related a terrifying incident when a plane in which the teacher was a passenger had clipped a telephone wire and gone out of control; the pilot had narrowly pulled it out. Terri nodded knowingly as she listened to the story. "Did you help save us?" the teacher asked. Yes, answered Terri.

As the number of people casually involved in Conscious Development grew, Terri began convening weekly meetings: of her inner circle, the handpicked teachers' group. There she solemnly revealed that they were members of the White Brotherhood, chosen by the Masters to battle the forces of evil. Their enemies were called Black Lords, part of the sinister Black Brotherhood. On behalf of all mankind, the Conscious Development teachers would have to engage the Black Lords in combat.

The Black Lords "exist on the astral and mental planes," explained instructions distributed to the teachers. "To 'kill' them one must take them to the pits of hell where their soul and lower bodies will be dissolved." Deadlier still were the Black Overlords, since they "cannot be dissolved in the pits of hell but must instead be taken to the Electro-magnetic dissolving Cave."

And then there were the "garbons."

"About six feet tall with a long beak, garbons have a gargoyle-like appearance covered with slime. They have even been known to be able to so touch one in the physical as to leave slime on the body of their victim." Garbons presented special dangers. "If after thirty seconds or a minute you feel a tingling sensation in your hand or if your hand is shaking, you should assume that you have a garbon stuck to the hand. Using your imagination, wrap it in barbed wire, stab it, and kill it. Then imagine the dead garbon spinning straight up and dissolving in the universe. "

To challenge the Black Brotherhood, the teachers armed themselves with magic symbols: a rod, a cup, a sword, and a cloth bag containing a cup of dirt. The symbols represented the elements - fire, water, air, and earth - and gave the teachers twice the power against the Black Lords. The symbols did not have to be full-sized; letter openers or ballpoint pens could serve as swords. Terri encouraged everyone to dress for battle in a robe ("properly made robe will give you up to fifteen times more power"), a headband with silver or gold symbols, and her protective jewelry.

Each teacher sat inside his "magic circle," a large circle of cloth inscribed with a triangle. The magic circles offered protection; some teachers even slept inside them. Next they Performed a series of "protection rituals" with their magic symbols. Then the Conscious Development followers set about the task of killing Black Lords.

Using carefully practiced gestures, the teachers - including a college professor, an advertising agency executive, and a Dallas school district counselor - began slicing through the air with their ballpoint pens and letter openers. Zap! A Black Lord went spinning down into the pits of hell. Zap! A Black Overlord was dispatched to the electromagnetic dissolving cave.

Though the fighting was restricted to the spiritual realm, many teachers regarded it as quite real - and deadly. "Serious injury seems far removed from reality as we sit in the physical and battle," one of the leaders wrote to the group. "However, it is to be remembered that last Wednesday ... we had to rush to the aid of some of our White Brotherhood as they fought. Many of these Brothers died on that far off universe because they were not as battle ready as we have been and will be." When Terri suffered a physical ailment, she told her followers that she was enduring punishment from the Black Lords on their behalf.

Week after week, the teachers split into separate squads to battle the forces of evil. The fighting went on for hours, late into the night. Occasional written updates from Terri's lieutenants offered body counts and a consistently grim prospectus. "Our first battle fought took over three hours and dissolved only 242 Lords and no Overlords." Attacks were becoming "frequent and events began to be more desperate ... our need for help was crucial."

Yet they were to seek aid only from their spiritual allies. Everyone was sworn , to secrecy. "The information that we have been given for our battle purposes is SACRED. It is not to be given out or viewed by anyone outside of our teachers' class ... The rituals, and the equipment that accompanies the rituals, are not to be spoken of in front of others. As much as possible the magic equipment is to remain hidden.

Terri fostered paranoia - black forces were everywhere! - and self-reinforcing isolation. Those who left Conscious Development were particularly suspect. Some were identified as possessed and became targets of the teachers' rituals. "Stay alert, the written instructions advised. "Curtail most of your social contact with those outside this group - it's for their protection, the Black forces may use them to get to you ... Keep your sword near you, especially when you go to bed ... Protect your animals, car, place of work and your home with the protection rituals."

Still the Black Lords continued striking ever closer to home. On February 2, 1977, Glenn Cooley was discovered dead.

Death by drowning

Shortly after marrying Terri, Glenn Cooley had brought his parents Conscious Development literature to read. "Mother, there are many prophets," he explained. But his middle-class Baptist family never approved.

For six years, Glenn had worked full time in the Conscious Development jewelry business, incorporated as CD Gems. Then, after the battles with the Black Lords had begun. he confided to his mother that even he had heard enough. "He wanted out of the whole thing: the marriage, the Conscious Development, everything," his mother later testified.

Terri and Glenn separated, and on November 24, 1976, she filed for divorce. Glenn agreed to expedite the proceedings -everything was so amicable that he was still working with Terri in the jewelry business - and the divorce decree was granted on January 27, 1977.

Five days later, Glenn went to spend the night at a cabin his parents owned on Lake Grapevine, northwest of Dallas. The next day Terri reported discovering a hand-scrawled note from Glenn in her safe. Titled "Last Will and Testament," it read:

I, Glenn Cooley give to Terri Cooley all of my property, both personal and real. This includes two boats, a 1972 Buick Limited, all jewelry and equipment for its making, all furnishings for the house on Dunhaven Rd, and all cash.

Glenn Scott Cooley

I ask that this Last Will of mine not be contested by anyone in any way for any reason.

Last but not least, I give all my Love to all my family and friends.

As explanation for all this I can't really say what it is because of, but I can say what it is not because of:

It is not because of Divorce with Terri, past drug experiences, inability to cope, etc.

What it is - I myself know but don't have the words for.

Terri later told authorities that after finding the note, she met two Conscious Development followers and drove with them to the cabin, where they discovered Glenn's body. Terri's 25-year-old ex-husband had taken off his shoes and climbed into bed. Foam oozed from his mouth. A half-empty can of Coors beer sat on the nearby dresser, and two capsules were discovered when the body was moved. A drug screen following an autopsy revealed the presence of Valium and Librium in Cooley's blood. The death was attributed to a drug overdose.

Terri told authorities that Glenn had seemed despondent and had disregarded her advice not to leave for the cabin alone. She said that after he departed, she never saw him alive again. Her account of Cooley's death would stand unchallenged for thirteen years.

But last February a former Conscious Development teacher told investigators a different story. According to the woman, she and Terri went to the cabin the night of February I, 1977 - while Glenn was still alive. The woman said Terri had told her on the way to the lake that Glenn was "going to the next level" - and when they arrived, Glenn, still lucid, said he had consumed the fatal drugs.

Within the teachers' group, Glenn's death was evidence that the Black Lords were making further gains. Terri announced a new defensive strategy: bloodletting. The Black Lords had the power to poison the blood; those affected needed to drain the poison. A single syringe-full would do it. The bloodletting drove many out of Conscious Development altogether. Even the inner circle shrank. But Sandy Cleaver's faith remained unshaken-even when Terri began telling Sandy that black forces had infected her daughter.

Fourteen years old in December 1978, Devereaux had matured into an energetic, attractive, and normal young girl. She attended the private Greenhill School in North Dallas, where she was a good student and wrote poetry. At five feet nine, she was popular with classmates and a vigorous athlete - a member of the middle-school basketball team and a powerful swimmer.

But her own mother was frightened of her. Sandy told Conscious Development colleagues that the evil spirits in Devereaux were trying to infect her "energies." Devereaux was crushed by her mother's distant behavior. Sandy was always going off on trips and leaving her. She seemed to have little interest in Devereaux's achievements; she even refused to attend her basketball games. So in early 1979, when Sandy asked her daughter to join her and Lynn Fairchild on a pre-wedding trip to Hawaii - they had at last made tentative plans to get married Devereaux accepted eagerly.

On February 25 the threesome stopped to picnic at a lagoon near the Wailupe Peninsula, a spot Terri had previously visited. While Lynn remained on shore, ' Sandy and Devereaux took a blue inflatable raft and paddled out several hundred yards, until they were floating over a viciously sharp coral reef. Suddenly, Sandy said later, a wave knocked them off the raft, and a second one drove them apart and underwater. Sandy said she dove for Devereaux but couldn't find her.

Summoned by Lynn, rescuers reached Sandy, bruised and bleeding, atop the coral reef. Devereaux's body was not recovered for hours.

Chuck Cleaver learned that his daughter was missing when Terri called his home in Dallas at one in the morning. He left immediately for Hawaii-and arrived to find Terri in Sandy's hospital room. While Chuck was gone, one of Terri's followers called his home to serve notice that she had a document he needed to see. A family friend went to pick it up. It was Devereaux's will.

Addressed to Terri and Ben Johnson, the guru's third husband, the handwritten letter stated who was to get her rock collection and her basketball. It left all her money-Devereaux had a $125,000 trust fund - to the Conscious Development "school" that Terri and her mother had planned. That same day, a woman marched up to the desk of the Republic Bank vice president who managed the trust fund and announced that she was "here to deliver Devereaux's will.The woman handed the banker a pair of documents: the handwritten letter to Terri and Ben, and a second, quite formal will clearly not the child's work - dated the previous August.

"I give, devise, and bequeath all of my property, including all rights, titles and interests of whatever character I may own in and to any property, real, personal or mixed, wherever situated, to Terri Johnson, who has been to me like a second mother, it read. Like Glenn Cooley's last testament, Devereaux's will specifically asked that it not be challenged.

The two documents were invalid, since minors cannot write a legal will in Texas. But their appearance - how many teenagers compose a will? - shocked Chuck Cleaver, who says Devereaux's contact with Terri was limited. Cleaver now believes his daughter drafted the documents at Sandy's request because she was desperate for her mother's acceptance. And after chewing over what happened, Chuck began to entertain a horrifying thought: that Sandy - deep under Terri's influence, certain that Devereaux was possessed by demons - murdered her own daughter.

Sandy broke off her engagement after returning from Hawaii. But Devereaux's death only seemed to bring her closer to Terri, who later that year lost a child of her own. In August Terri's 22-year-old son, Kenneth Wilder, fell through a hole in the roof of a commercial building he was helping construct in Grand Prairie, plunged thirty feet to a concrete floor, and died at the scene from a fractured skull.

Sandy herself would not live much longer. Two months after Devereaux's death, she took out a life insurance policy for $300,000 - twice what her State Farm agent had recommended. Terri was the sole beneficiary. At the end of 1979, she transferred title to her $180,000 North Dallas house to Terri and began paying Terri rent for the privilege of living in her own home.

On September 8, 1981, Sandy and her housekeeper, Louise Watson, left for what was to be a six-day trip to Colorado. Sandy wanted to visit parcels of mountain land that Terri and some of her followers had bought near Cripple Creek; they planned to build a retreat there. Louise, who was 77, didn't want to go on the trip because she hadn't been feeling well, but Sandy persuaded her to go. After renting a station wagon at the Denver airport, the two women spent the night with Terri's sister in Colorado Springs. They set out for the Conscious Development property the next day. About five that afternoon, in the area known as the Garden of the Gods, Sandy Cleaver drove straight off a mountain. Gold Camp Road had curved right, but the absence of skid marks on the dirt road led police to conclude that Sandy hadn't veered or even braked. The car tumbled five hundred feet into a ravine. Sandy and Louise were thrown out on the way down. Their broken bodies were discovered the next day, well above the wreck.

As she had been after Devereaux's death, Terri was quick to reach the scene.

Two days following the accident she showed up at a local hospital to claim the bodies.

Again Terri had a will. Sandy had up- dated it three months earlier and had left everything to her guru. Louise, always eager to please Sandy, had signed a will the same day, naming Terri as the beneficiary of her own humble estate. Both women named Terri executor and asked that their ashes be placed in the still nonexistent Conscious Development Learning Center.

Terri cashed the $300,000 check she received as beneficiary of Sandy's life insurance policy. Obtaining the proceeds of the Cleaver estate would be more difficult. Two months after Sandy's death, her brother, Croom Beatty IV, filed papers contesting the will. His attorney was James Barklow, a dogged former criminal prosecutor. For Barklow, the probate case would initiate a decade-long obsession with Terri Hoffman.

Barklow claimed that Sandy's will resulted from "undue influence" and fraud. Sandy "lacked the ability to exercise freely independent thoughts and reasoning," Barklow argued in court documents, because she was "controlled by proponent's use of hypnosis, Pavlovian conditioning and psychotherapy." In a pretrial deposition, Terri denied controlling Sandy but admitted attempting hypnosis on two occasions.

The case went to trial in June 1982, and after five days of testimony, Terri decided to settle, rather than await the jury's verdict. Terri agreed to pay Croom Beatty $112,500 in cash and 40 percent of the net proceeds from the sale of Sandy's house. Sandy's antiques, paintings, and other possessions-the rest of her $332,000 estate-would be divided equally.

For Terri, the impact of Sandy's death was devastating. She halted all Conscious Development classes. In December 1982, the appearance of an article in D magazine, prompted by the Cleaver probate trial, seemed to sound the death knell for her group. It was titled "True Believers- The Rise and Fall of a North Dallas Cult."

But time would prove the folly of writing off this mystical woman of many lives. While formal meetings of her closest followers became rare, Terri retained her cold grip on their souls. Seven years would pass, and five more lives would end, before Terri once again drew the harsh light of public attention.

Finding the guru

David Allen Goodman was one of those who kept the faith. The slight, mustachioed SMU business professor had testified on Terri's behalf at the Cleaver trial, portraying Conscious Development as nothing more than a coolheaded discussion group that fostered "positive mental attitudes. Goodman told the jury that he had even used Terri's lessons for an organizational psychology class at SMU. Goodman was one of four Conscious Development followers to testify about the value of Terri's teachings in their lives. Three of the four would later kill themselves.

David Goodman's parents had always struggled to shield their son from insidious influences. Jewish shopkeepers in Chicago, Leonard and Alice Goodman had picked up and moved to California in 1954 in search of a place where no one had to lock the front door. They settled in Santa Maria, a community of 12,000 nestled in a valley 175 miles north of Los Angeles, and opened up a grocery store.

David was the eldest of three boys, book-smart, intense, and self-reliant. A whiz in mathematics, he married his high school sweetheart, Peggy, in 1961, while he was a twenty-year-old scholarship student at the University of California-Santa Barbara. When Peggy gave birth to a son, Rick, eight months later, David rejected his parents' offer of financial help and dropped out of college to support his family, taking a job as a computer technician.

When he had saved enough money, David returned to college, earning a math degree, then an MBA from Berkeley. In 1965, he accepted a job as a research analyst at Corning Glass Corporation in upstate New York. His second son, Tony, was born later that year. David remained at Corning for five years but never found corporate life fulfilling. He complained that there was too much political infighting, that everyone cared only about getting ahead. In 1967 he took a leave of absence and began work toward a doctorate in management science at Yale.

Bruce Buchanan, now a political science professor at DT -Austin, initiated a long friendship with Goodman in the graduate student registration line. Buchanan came to think of Goodman as "a seeker." Says Buchanan: "He would go to various discussion groups the way you or I might go to the movies." The personal exploration contrasted sharply with the rigorous discipline of his academic field operations research, a highly quantitative area where he could use his math and computer skills.

When he obtained his degree, Goodman entertained offers from Harvard Business School and SMU. Most would have snapped up an entreaty from Harvard, but David thought the place too rigid; he wanted a less structured environment, an opportunity to do things his own way. Also, the notion of shunning Harvard appealed to him; he took a certain pride in doing the unexpected.

David arrived at SMU as a 29-year-old assistant professor in the fall of 1970. Six months later-on the tenth anniversary of their marriage - Peggy left him.

"It was a miserable situation," recalls Buchanan. "Peggy just decided to end the marriage. One day after deciding, she packed up the boys and drove off to New England. David was down there with a house and a job but no wife and children. He went through a period of great pain."

As a professor, Goodman was an instant success at SMU. A Yale Ph.D. was a rare plum for the Edwin L. Cox School of Business, and David was publishing regularly in the best scholarly journals. In 1973- after just three years on the faculty - he was promoted to associate professor and granted tenure. The next year he received the business school's award for research excellence.

But his personal life did not heal easily.

David read widely about eastern religions, attended EST and Hare Krishna meetings, and enrolled in transcendental meditation classes. Beginning in 1973, David turned to Conscious Development for salve. After hearing about Terri from a friend, Goodman quickly became a regular at her meditation classes. Soon he was meeting with her for private consultations. By 1979, according to a financial statement, David was spending $150 a month on counseling.

David's family began hearing about Terri in the aftermath of his divorce. "He said he didn't know how he could have made it if it hadn't been for Terri," recalls his father. On a visit to California, David excitedly told his teenage brother that Terri "reads minds; she can see people's auras." David explained that Terri was "training" him. In this grandmotherly high school dropout, David Goodman, Yale Ph.D., had at last found his personal guru.

Shedding attachments

Terri’s five-page official biography, distributed to purchasers of Conscious Development correspondence courses, says she "has always felt that the Masters were her real family." Similarly, the members of Terri's inner circle-including David Goodman-would soon come to regard one another as their real family.

Terri encouraged her followers to limit their involvement with anyone else-even relatives. "Attachments" - including wives and children - are "the most insidious and ; deceitful of the destructive passions," she wrote in one of her lessons, for they could leave no time "for spiritual devotions ... the liberation of your own soul is the one thing for which you are in this world. "

Those deeply involved in Conscious Development naturally became a tight, exclusive circle. In the seventies, David Goodman met many comparably educated professionals, such as Robin Otstott, a petite woman with a master's degree in social work who wrote curricula for troubled teens in the Dallas school district; Robin's close friend Tamara Taylor, an advertising executive at Bozell Jacobs; and John Miller, a philosophy professor at North Texas State. David came to know Lynn Fairchild and, in the years before her death, Sandy Cleaver.

David met Don and Alice Hoffman too. The Hoffmans had joined Conscious Development in 1974, after their three-year-old daughter had drowned in their back-yard swimming pool. Don, a friendly man with a Prince Valiant haircut, was an electrical engineer and a student of the Bible; he had served as president of the congregation at Ascension Lutheran Church in Garland. But after their daughter died, Don and Alice had found too little solace in conventional religion. Both became members of Terri's inner circle.

But in April 1980, Don and Alice, who had two surviving children, ended their 22-year marriage. Alice signed a waiver allowing Don to marry Terri - who had divorced her third husband, Ben Johnson, one month earlier - without the usual day waiting period. Alice dropped out of Conscious Development. Don quit his engineering job. Like Terri's last two husbands, he chose to devote his full energies to Conscious Development.

Followers who stuck by the Anatamaji through it all- the bloodletting, Sandy's death, the trial, the bad publicity-grew: closer than ever. Although the group rarely had formal meetings, its members socialized often. They celebrated Halloween and Christmas with parties. Terri led retreats to Oklahoma and Colorado and presided over lakeside fish fries. She even distributed a list of recommended physicians and craftsmen for the group to patronize. Members dated one another and helped fellow believers find jobs.

By the mid-eighties, Terri had become an all-purpose guru. In addition to spiritual counseling and jewelry, she now offered her own perfume and "acupressure" massage therapy - special rubdowns intended to unclog the body's blocked energy centers. After schooling Don in the art, she began giving him some of her "bodywork" clients. And she fancied herself a financial adviser. She counseled devotees to change jobs or start businesses. She conducted a workshop at her home on the oil business.

One of Terri's lectures on personal development had taken place in Highland Park at the million-dollar mansion of Ann Cox, wife of Dallas oilman Edwin Cox, for whom the SMU business school was named. Several of Terri's scruffier followers, looking like bikers, welcomed visitors to the elegant estate. David Goodman showed up, but as Terri droned on into the evening, he fell asleep across a row of folding chairs.

Goodman was more attentive to Terri's advice about his intimate personal relationships, even as her clairvoyance was proving far from absolute. David remarried in 1977 to a 23-year-old music student in a ceremony conducted by Terri. The guru had encouraged the union, but the couple separated less than two years later. Half a year after the divorce, David married for a third time. The 39-year-old professor's bride was a 24-year-old former student. Terri pronounced them soulmates - destined for many lives together - and presided over the wedding ceremony, but the marriage lasted only three years.

As David steeped himself in Terri's teachings on personal development, he grew bored with the field that had won him tenure in record time at SMU. Between 1975 and 1980, he published only two journal articles. He had not produced a single book, and the volume he was struggling to complete, titled Inner Power-Discovering Yourself and Manifesting Your Potentials, was well outside his field. An earthbound version of Terri's teachings, the book was published in paperback in 1982. According to the publisher, it sold 78 copies nationwide.

Fellow professors came to view Goodman as the in-house eccentric, the business school's mystery man. After teaching his morning classes, David took long breaks at lunchtime to play racquetball, then disappeared in mid-afternoon. His students complained that he was never available at his office to answer questions.

David refused to participate in the committee work that usually burdens the life of an academic. When colleagues appointed him to a panel, he wouldn't object; he just wouldn't show up. Tie and jacket were still the unofficial faculty uniform in most business-school classrooms, but David favored an open shirt and a necklace of beads.

When a new business-school dean arrived at SMU, he prepared a list of tenured professors he regarded as unproductive "deadwood" - with an eye toward paying them off to leave the faculty. David Goodman was on the list.

In a bid to salvage the situation, David's department chairman urged him to resume productive research and writing in the field that had made his reputation. Goodman instead launched the project that would serve as his springboard out of academics. Collaborating with John W. Peavy III, a former stockbroker on the business faculty, Goodman devised a complex computer-tested formula for picking stocks. Two years of checking and refining the system produced consistently high returns - more than 30 percent a year. In 1982, they submitted several articles on their findings for publication in academic I journals.

But David didn't want to wait to have his ideas discovered in the scholarly press. "Let's get us some publicity," Goodman told Peavy one day. "I want a big write-up in the Wall Street Journal." David dispatched a copy of an unpublished article to the paper's high-profile "Heard on the Street" column-and to Peavy's amazement, it became the column's primary topic on February 17, 1982.

The newspaper's attention made the Goodman-Peavy system a minor sensation in the popular business press, always eager to direct readers toward a new way to make a buck. In the next three years, the two professors published more than a dozen articles about their stock-picking system and were the subject of at least twice as many others. Doubleday signed them to publish a book, prospectively titled Contemporary Stock Investing. The volume appeared in 1985, repackaged for a mass audience under the title Hyperprofits. The large cover type read: "Beat the pros with this new, proven investment system."

Promoted as "the greatest stock innovation of the eighties," Hyperprofils made the Dallas best-seller list for several weeks. More than a thousand readers around the country sent in a form at the back of the book asking for updates or computer software based on its investment system. In the book's acknowledgments, Goodman cited "Terri Hoffman's inspiration and support."

Peavy worked with Goodman every weekday for months, on some days for three or four hours. Their collaboration lasted five years. Yet the two men never had lunch together. David offered not a glimpse into his feelings about religion or politics. Peavy learned of Goodman's third and fourth marriages long after they had taken place. "1 spent more time professionally with him than anyone," says Peavy, but "I just never really knew the guy personally. He didn't seem to want to get involved with anybody. It was weird."

While the two professors were toying, with the idea of selling Hyperprofits software, Peavy was satisfied with the mileage the research had produced for his academic career. David, however, was not satisfied. In early 1986. Peavy discovered that Goodman was soliciting subscriptions to a stock newsletter based on their work, to be titled the Goodman Report. Peavy confronted Goodman, who contended that his partner had no claim to prospective proceeds. Peavy consulted an attorney before deciding to let the matter drop.

The success of the publication of his investment research restored Goodman to the good graces of his academic superiors at SMU. But three weeks before the start of the 1987 fall semester he sent his department chairman a one-page letter tendering his resignation - effective immediately. The letter offered no reason, and Goodman never returned to campus to explain his abrupt decision or to say goodbye to his colleagues. He never cleaned out his office or packed his books. No one who worked with him there would ever see him again. As far as anyone at SMU was concerned, David Goodman had simply vanished.

The Fortune Report

What no one at SMU understood was that David saw his business venture not as a way back to academic respectability but as a ticket out of SMU. Everyone he knew there was absorbed with petty concern; they didn't understand what was important in life. No one appreciated how he was suffering for the good of mankind and the planet.

He launched the Goodman Report in 1985 while still at SMU, charging small investors $175 a year for a monthly list of stocks that fit the Hyperprofits profile. But he soon realized that his financial independence depended upon offering his services to clients who could afford to pay more. He developed exclusive stock lists that he called the Fortune Report, offered personal consultations, and charged $12,000 per client. When enough prospects had signed up, Goodman sent in his resignation.

David's life was being shaped by another development: his fourth marriage. In 1984 he had wed Glenda Frances Carlson Woerheide. This time David had truly found his soulmate.

David's family had attributed his previous two marriages to his distaste for being alone. "Sure would like to have a woman in the home," he plaintively wrote his father between brides. But Glenda was David's age: she had been through a marriage already and had raised three children of her own. The couple shared something else: devotion to Terri Hoffman.

Glenda Carlson seemed an unlikely candidate for the role of a cult disciple. The daughter of a North Dallas radiologist, Glenda was an honor student at Hillcrest High School. where she presided over the drill team and served as treasurer of the student council. Blond and lovely, Glenda was voted homecoming princess for the class of 1959. Wide-eyed and sweet, she earned the title of "most considerate."

She spent one year at all-female Sweet Briar College in Virginia, two more at the University of Texas as a member of Kappa Alpha Theta sorority, and finally graduated from the University of California-Berkeley with a major in art. Back home from college over the summer, she married a high school classmate in 1964. Her parents hosted the reception at the Brookhaven Country Club.

Her married life began in Beaumont, where her husband worked as an engineer for Texaco. It ended - nine years and three children later-in Long Beach, California. Glenda moved back to Texas, where she took a succession of jobs - secretary, bookkeeper, counselor in a stop-smoking program - and made extra money teaching yoga and reading astrological charts. With help from her parents, she bought a two-bedroom house in University Park.

Glenda struggled with the reality of life as a single mother. She was perpetually short of money; her children took after school and weekend jobs for spending money. Yet she remained naive, easily influenced. A group of her girlfriends - all single and looking - would visit fortunetellers for fun. But Glenda took it seriously; she.. was always clutching for easy answers. "Glenda was one of those people who never felt well," says a friend. "She was always searching for something to make her feel better. "Several of her friends already attended Terri's meditation classes. One day Glenda went and was instantly hooked. Recalls her friend: "Glenda thought everything Terri said was it."

David Goodman and Glenda started dating during the summer of 1983. By early fall, he was begging her to move in. The next summer they were married, with Terri performing the ceremony. Glenda told her parents, who had little patience with her New Age passions, that they had been married by a justice of the peace.

Alice and Leonard Goodman were delighted with their son's choice. Glenda seemed so mature and thoughtful. "I'm real happy to be a part of the Goodman family," she wrote her new in-laws. "I just wish I had found David a few years earlier." Terri Hoffman would tell Glenda that she had: she revealed to the newlyweds that they had been married in previous lifetimes.

Glenda's new life left no room for children. Her son had been living with his natural father, while her two daughters had remained happily with their mother.

But David considered the girls a distraction. It was crucial that he and Glenda focus exclusively on one another on their work and spiritual development. When Glenda moved in with David, she yanked the girls out of the Highland Park school system in mid-semester. Before marrying, she dispatched the girls to live with their father, who would soon be transferred from Houston to Singapore. Glenda and David imposed strict visitation limits: The girls would be welcome for only two weeks during the summer.

Glenda's parents were appalled. Lorraine Carlson went to church and prayed for her daughter. "It was devastating," she said later. 'That was when the real Glenda died."

Going forward for Terri

The new terms of David's marriage, like his resignation from SMU, freed him from the sort of mundane obligations that he despised. Now he could call his own shots: work or meditate or pray, whenever he wanted, without anyone asking questions.

With Glenda at his side, David was moving toward his own interpretation of Terri's ideal- beginning the process of severing ties with those outside of Conscious Development. Even the importance of what remained of the teachers' group began to recede. Terri's most devoted followers were now beyond collaboration. Ultimately, each true believer forged his own unique relationship with the guru and started down the path into his own supernatural world.

Robin Otstott began by filling Sandy Cleaver's shoes. The brown-haired Dallas school counselor had assumed responsibility for rewriting the Conscious Development correspondence courses. When the lawsuit over Sandy's estate came to trial, Robin testified on Terri's behalf.

Robin had met Terri in 1974, two years after her divorce. A counselor for troubled children, she had written the school system's "citizenship" curriculum, designed to teach responsibility and decision making. Her own life, however, wasI dominated by Terri's teachings. Terrified of the Black Lords, Robin filled her Lake Highlands home with protective crystals and friendly gnomes-doll-like figurines. As a member of the White Brotherhood, she participated in the ritual battles against the forces of evil. And beneath her bed Robin placed special protective shields -lengths of copper tubing twisted into strange, serpentine shapes.

But Terri's strangest influence on Robin Otstott took another form. She played matchmaker - between the 41-year-old school counselor and an invisible CIA agent. By 1986, Robin Otstott had a dose intimate relationship with a supernatural patriot named George Geoffrey.

The bizarre love affair is detailed in journals books later reviewed by investigators, which Robin kept for years. In the books, Robin describes dates and romantic dinners. heart-to-heart talks, poignant "we letters -even a camping trip that she and George took to Colorado.

Conscious Development followers have told investigators that Terri spoke mysteriously of her connections to the CIA. She claimed to have been training "dematerialized" government agents and using her powers to protect them. Just as Terri's followers came to believe in Masters whom no one could see - Masters whom they came to regard as quite real so Robin came to have an invisible lover. The couple could never marry for reasons of national security.

By the mid-eighties, Robin's absorption with Terri's teachings had distanced her from her parents. She seemed almost oblivious to her son, then in high school. "Her whole life revolved around the boy until she met Terri Hoffman," says one of Robin's close friends. "Then her whole life revolved around Terri Hoffman."

Robin was among the Conscious Development followers buying tracts of mountain land in Colorado. She sought frequent consultations with Terri Hoffman: she visited Don Hoffman for bodywork. But in late 1986, despite all the therapy, Robin started displaying signs of depression. Her journals suggest that her nonphysical "bodies" - astral, mental, and spiritual had turned against her. She began writing about her spiritual being as a separate adversarial entity. I don't want to work with my soul in the physical."

Next her "bodies" went on the attack, assaulting Terri and Robin's closest friend, Tamara Taylor, a vice president at the Dallas advertising agency of Bozell Jacobs. It was totally beyond Robin's control-surely the work of the Black Lords - but her Conscious Development friends began to abandon her.

"I have made the decision to stop talking with you ... " Tammie wrote to Robin in March 1987. "In looking back at the numerous things that have befallen me, I was able to determine that on many occasions I had talked to you and given you information which was then used against me by your other bodies following our phone call.

"You are facing a very difficult time, but as they consider me an arch enemy I cannot chance to continue giving you information ... I am not going to repeat all the things that have been going wrong as I don't want your bodies to know where they were successful ... I hope someone else, they are not angry with or jealous of will be able to talk and help you now. Love. Tammie." Tammie Taylor sent Terri Hoffman a copy of her letter.

On Thursday, April 2, Robin typed Terri a letter requesting aid. She explained that Martin, who Robin believed was Tammie's invisible CIA lover, had threatened her life.

"This is very private and important." Robin began. "I don't want to talk about this out - loud unless we should. Last Tuesday, Martin mentally said if anything happened to Tammie, with my energies, he would kill me ... I want to request, if it hasn't already been done, that ALL ties be cut between me and Tammie/ Martin. if you think this would be a good idea,"

Robin scribbled at the top of the letter, "Please tell me if this situation happened. It felt very real and it's very serious to me." Five days later, Robin tried pleading with Martin directly - in her journal: "Since you and maybe some others are so set on killing me, I'd like to say a few things .. What my bodies have done is terrible ...

Robin Otstott was desperate, The Black Lords were consuming her; her bodies were running amok, On April 19, she called her ex-husband and explained that she had contracted a terminal case of viral hepatitis. She said she had gotten the disease from a banana peel. Alarmed but puzzled, he insisted that his ex-wife go for medical tests; he set up the appointment himself.

On Tuesday, April 21, Robin kept her doctor's appointment. Blood tests later would show no sign of hepatitis or any other disease. Hours after her blood was drawn, Robin went to visit Terri Hoffman. Later that night Robin Otstott, 42 years old. went home and shot herself in the mouth with a .38-caliber revolver.

There was no formal note - not a single word of farewell to her son - just a cryptic. hand-scrawled message to her spiritual advisor: "I am apologizing to Terri 3000X a wk on all levels of my being for the highly offensive, rude, and vulgar comments made to her last week. I love her dearly & beg her forgiveness someday. "

Robin Otstott's will, written two months earlier, left her Colorado land, all her jewelry, writings and personal files, figurines, clothes, and bedroom furniture to Terri Hoffman. Her son was to have right of refusal on the rest; anything he didn't want was to go to Terri.

Sorting through Robin's belongings, shocked friends discovered an unusual quantity of prescription drugs in her house, as well as needles and syringes. They came across something else too. Robin had attached a white index card to her bathroom mirror, where she would see it every morning. On the card the doomed woman had written a series of affirmations:

Draw in light - my light.

Sheer Will- Deny Yourself (quiet depression)

Go forward even if I'm behind now Get out of bed.

Learn whole new way of Being Push through the pain I didn't do it - Parts of me did-

Go forward for Terri, for the Masters, I still want to work with the Masters.

Don't let those Assholes Get Me Down.

Marcus at Sears

When Leonard and Alice Goodman went to visit their son and his fourth wife in Dallas, they were astounded by David's dependence on his spiritual adviser. David was brimming with talk about Terri - she had suggested he do this, she had counseled him to do that. Even while Leonard and Alice were in the house, David was on the phone to Terri constantly, seeking her advice before making the most trivial decision.

Alice couldn't hold her tongue. David had been depressed in 1973, and here he was - more than a decade of counseling later-more dependent than ever. "I don't have much respect for people who can't solve their own problems." Alice lectured her son. "You're a pretty smart fellow, Why do you have to run to her?"

David stared at his mother. "He was m shock, like I'd blasphemed," recalls Alice, "as though he were frightened that Terri could hear this and might do something to me. I'd never seen a more frightened look on anyone's face:"

The Goodmans had other reasons to be skeptical of their son's guru. When David's brother Mark became sick with colitis, Terri had announced that he was suffering from cancer-but that she had cured it. On another occasion, Terri had told Alice that she had gallstones - a problem no physician was able to discern. But mere physicians lacked Terri's powers. "She said she could see through my body," said Mrs. Goodman.

To neighbors, David and Glenda Goodman were a nice quiet couple who offered pleasantries to everyone they saw on their daily walks. A few knew that Glenda sold fragrances - she had once hosted a perfume party-and that she served as secretary to her husband in his investment consulting business.

But no one was aware that they devoted much of their lives to fantastic spiritual adventures, which Glenda carefully chronicled in journals. The volumes she and David left behind make it possible to retrace the steps of their strange, tragic journey.

Every morning David and Glenda; awoke early to ask God and the Masters for the "good energies" they would need throughout the day. That would be only the first of several daily meditations, which took place morning, afternoon, and! night and sometimes lasted for hours. The Goodmans spoke to the heavens out loud seeking - and receiving - explicit guidance on all manner of life's questions.

"Our instructions for the past two days or so have come to us as a perception of God's voice speaking from within." wrote Glenda, who heard the voices better than David. In June 1988. " ... He told us that He speaks to All and gives us advice on a minute to minute basis." They had been instructed to yield "all the' control to God:' to "include him in every little decision. no matter how small, wrote Glenda.

God would help David forecast the stock market ("listen in meditation every afternoon or evening, and he would give us the exact number to the 2nd decimal place of what the Dow would close at the following day"): improve their love life ("Last Karmic lesson re sex: I. Ask God to participate 2. Turn it over to Him"); even aid them in athletics (" ... played tennis w/God doing the playing - Better than 1 have ever played ... ").

When Glenda began a renovation project, she naturally turned to Marcus, one' of the Masters. for "the instructions" on curtains. "I will go with you ... to Sears & to Montgomery Ward to check out and choose just the right window coverings." Marcus responded, according to the journal. "Simply listen to me and we'll do the right thing."

Particularly insightful meditations took place with the aid of "white pills." mysterious unidentified capsules that Terri gave them. And many of God's instructions-characterized as tests of their spiritual commitment-directed earthly gifts to Terri.

"We are planning a very special surprise for Terri and Don," Glenda wrote. "The last time we used the pills we were given this idea. The Masters - Terri especially gave me the special gift of placing my spirit totally and permanently within my body. At the time they told David they would give him his spirit totally as soon as he passed his next test regarding money. They instructed David to buy Terri a brand new car - a 1988 Lincoln Continental ... We would be told by the Masters which dealer to go to."

David was to pay for the expansion of Glenda's old two-bedroom rental house intended to become a gift for Terri. David gave Terri a "token gift of $5,000 plus the pills on behalf of all mankind in appreciation for all you've done." On another occasion, Glenda wrote, "David offers Terri whatever money she needs to be free. She cries." He pledged to give Terri 50 percent of everything forevermore.

The Goodmans' check registers indicate how seriously they took that commitment. During 1987 and 1988, drawing on the lucrative income from David's new business, they gave more than $110,000 to Terri Hoffman. Some of the money changed hands in small amounts, $50 or $100, for counseling sessions; but the Goodmans also made individual gifts as high as $40,000.

The meditations and gifts yielded a series of revelations. One came on a Sunday at five in the morning: "We are told that we are Adam & Eve. We brought original Sin into this creation." Glenda learned that they had lived "800,000 previous lives." And they were informed of their new spiritual identities as the Roman gods Venus and Jupiter. "You are no longer David Goodman, son of Alice & Leonard," declared the voice of God, as transcribed by Glenda. "That person is gone because the programming is totally wiped out."

With the aid of Terri, one of the Masters, and white pills, the Goodmans received enticing glimpses of what awaited them beyond the physical realm. "Terri & Marcus took Jupiter & Venus by the hand & led us to a beautiful glittering house in the Purple Realm. It was our house ... Terri took us all to the city - a crystal city with many large beautiful buildings-but very few people ... Most are still down in the lower realms."

The journals suggest that Terri was suffering horribly. Partly it was "doing karma for man" - unselfishly enduring punishment for the sins of others. But partly it was her fourth husband.

Don Hoffman had not been seeing many bodywork clients. Although only fifty years old, Don had been suffering from a mysterious assortment of physical ailments -leg pains and shortness of breath that made it difficult for him to walk long distances while camping with Terri in Colorado. The Goodmans' 1988 journal entries clearly suggest the guru's husband had fallen from favor. "Sun June 19 - Day of Justice for all. Terri comes over and takes a new pill with us. Don has lowered her consciousness. God infuriates David over Don's poor treatment of Terri. David asks God to bring justice to Don (No! to send bad karma; to send just karma that he deserves)."

Suicide on tape

The scene of Richard Donald Hoffman's death could not have been more tranquil. A maid had discovered him about eight-thirty in the morning in his room at the plush Marriott Hotel in Las Colinas, fully dressed in jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, lying face up across the bed with his feet on the floor. The man in the room had looked so peaceful that the maid hadn't realized anything was wrong - until she returned several more times throughout the morning and noticed that he hadn't moved.

Irving police arrived about one-thirty in the afternoon to find Don's body stiff and cold. On a marble bedside table sat a small tape recorder, a legal pad and pen, and a neat stack of Benadryl capsules in foil packs. A sheet of Marriott stationery read, "My car is in parking place no. 136. R. D. Hoffman."

On the legal pad was a three-page suicide note. It began:

Fri. nite 9/16/88

To the police:

I am sorry to have to put you through something like this. However, I decided it would be better this way. I have terminal inoperable cancer and I refuse to go through chemotherapy just to gain a few more months of living. I really wouldn't be living anyway - just taking too long to die ....

The scene bore chilling similarities to the death, more than eleven years earlier, of Glenn Cooley, Terri's second husband. An autopsy confirmed that Don had died from "mixed drug intoxication." He had swallowed seven different kinds of pills anti-depressants, painkillers, and sleeping pills - several in lethal amounts. But the postmortem also found a surprise: absolutely no evidence of cancer.

Notified at her home, Terri told the police that Don had been having trouble breathing for six months but that she was unaware of his diagnosis. She said she had questioned him about some pills he had, and that Don had told her he had gotten them from his doctor. But it was unlikely that any physician would have provided the drug present in Don's body in the greatest concentration MDMA, the illegal designer drug known as Ecstasy.

Before leaving Terri's house for the hotel. Don had videotaped three separate suicide messages - one for each of his two children and one for his brothers and sisters. On the recordings, virtually identical. Don elaborated on the fiction that he was fatally ill.

"By now, I'm sure you've heard of my death," Don began, his voice tearful. Three doctors had told him that he had terminal cancer. He did not identify the doctors and said that they had destroyed his medical records-something no reputable doctor would do.

"Y'all help Terri as much as you can," Don urged. "Her heart's kind of weak and any undue stress or pressure on her right now would be really bad." He told his family not to grieve too long, explaining: "Death is just a transition from one life to another life."

Nineteen days after Don Hoffman's body was discovered, his son Rick called his stepmother to talk about what had happened. Rick's wife, Sandy, spoke on an extension. Deeply suspicious of the events surrounding Don's death, they secretly tape-recorded their conversation.

Terri quickly informed them that she had spoken to Don following his demise. "He cried," she explained, "and he said he's free of pain .... "

Rick and Sandy wanted to know whether Don had explained why he thought he was terminally ill.

"This doctor told him he had cancer," said Terri. "This whole thing is real crazy. I don't understand it yet. I have to talk to him some more."

Terri said Don had told her that the doctors were "going to take all the records out" and get rid of them. She said Don refused to identify the doctors and had destroyed "every prescription that he had." Then Terri began sobbing. "For the first time in my whole life," she said, "I thought about suicide."

Why had Don's autopsy turned up no sign of disease? Terri said she had spoken about that subject with Kaltu, one of the Masters.

"What Kaltu said was this," Terri explained. "He said what Don definitely had was cancer. He said the Black Lords were trying to create an illusion so the medical examiner wouldn't find cancer - so they would hurt us all more ...

"They could do that, Rick," added Terri. "Kaltu said the Black Lords could create that illusion."

Terri told Rick and Sandy how much she loved them; she offered to give them a parcel of land she owned in Colorado so that they could build a vacation home; and she said Don urged that they avoid conflict within the family.

"I was so mad about the doctors and those Black Lords," she bristled. ''I'd be ready to go out and kill each one of those Black Lords if I could."

Could Terri identify the doctors who treated Don by psychically checking the Akashic Records?

She said she would try - but this time her powers failed. She was never able to reveal who had convinced her husband that he was suffering from terminal cancer.

On April 19, 1989, attorneys filed Don's will with the Dallas County probate court.

It left all his property and possessions to his widow, Terri Hoffman.

Negative energies

Things were starting to get ugly in the physical realm. In the fall of 1988, David and Glenda began worrying about "negative energies" that were draining the Goodmans' powers, slowing their spiritual evolution.

The largest sources of negative energy were their own families. David started dealing with the problem by sending his parents a letter summarily announcing that he could no longer communicate with them. They shouldn't bother to call or write because he wouldn't respond. David sent a similar letter to his 26-year-old son, Rick, who lived in Boston. Around Christmas, David and Glenda briefly relented, exchanged gifts with his parents, and acted as though nothing had happened. But by February, David had again decided to cut all ties. When his parents asked why such harsh measures were necessary, David wrote back that if they would simply trust him, "things will improve for all of us much faster."

Glenda returned Rick's questioning letter unopened. "I knew that under the circumstances it would be filled with a lot of negative energy for David and possibly toward me," she explained in a three-page note. "I'm not sure exactly what David said in his letter to you. But I think the main thing is that you (as well as Tony) have been taking energy from him since you were each about two years old - and have done this up until the present ... we simply cannot afford to lose so much energy to all the family members, his and mine, that have been pulling from us.

" ... It is impossible to accomplish anything in the physical or to grow at all spiritually if you are continually drained of your good energies and given negative energies in return ... Because of the seriousness of this problem, God does not want me or David to communicate with you any further."

Glenda maintained contact with her daughters throughout the spring. Both girls had become involved in spiritual journeys of their own - trying to talk to God and the Masters, fretting about karma, and taking white pills supplied by Terri for meditation. Glenda wrote one daughter that her progress was being monitored. "Terri asked me how you are doing and I told her, 'fine,' and she said, 'Yes, I know, she is doing real well.' She keeps her eye on you and works with you. She will tell me when it's time for you to take another pill."

Still, David and Glenda's own quest for spiritual elevation was not proceeding smoothly. David passed test after test by opening his checkbook, but still he did not attain the mysterious powers that God, Terri, and the Masters had promised: full energies and abilities; the means to see Norway. Lorraine rang the doorbell. but no one answered. She left the cookies on the doorstep.

Later that morning Glenda and David stormed into the Carlsons' apartment. You need to pray for yourself, Glenda told her mother in a rage: stop trying to buy people's love with food. She and David would have nothing to do with the Carlsons, Glenda indignantly announced; she told her elderly parents that they were draining all of her energies. Glenda stalked toward the door; David held it for his wife, then slammed it in Lorraine Carlson's face. The Carlsons stared at one another in amazement. "They're crazy!" Glenda's father said.

With the completion of this task, God announced in the Goodmans' journal, "the way is clear to get high energies. It's like this: You are about to be joined in a marriage between your phys self & your spirit. All is in readiness. The date is set for Oct 20 .... "

On October 19, Glenda Goodman sent letters to her two daughters explaining that she would have to end all communication with them. Glenda had started to write a quite different letter to her son, who was attending graduate school in Chicago: " ... I am extremely depressed right now-and would love to have the nerve to kill myself. But so far I can't get up the gumption."

Was it a cry for help? Was Glenda thinking about pulling up just short of the abyss? In any case, it wouldn't matter. Glenda drew lines through what she had written, crumpled up the sheet of paper, and threw it - and whatever thought it was that had moved her-in the trash.

Perhaps Glenda's hesitation had disappeared after she re-read the final entry in the Goodmans' journal: a warning from God about "leeches and meddlers" who would try to persuade her that she would never get her "energies."

"The union of your phys and your spirit is imminent ... Do not give in to the lies that they spread that you won't get your spirits. They can stop you by destroying your faith. Ignore all these neg symptoms. Shower, clean up, walk etc.-Keep your mind busy, & most important, deny that you have any interference, keep faith that you will get your spirit soon. Your consciousness can overcome this if you don't give in."

There was no escape.


In March 3, 1989, Rick Hoffman and his sister Janet filed a lawsuit against their stepmother, Terri Hoffman. It claimed wrongful death - that Terri had induced Don Hoffman to kill himself through "mind control techniques, as well as hypnosis, behavior modification, information control, and manipulation of emotions." Seven weeks later they filed a second lawsuit seeking to overturn their father's bequest of everything he owned to Terri Hoffman.

James Barklow - the attorney who had battled Terri over Sandy Cleaver's estate - represented the Hoffman children. While pretrial sparring dragged on. Barklow decided to engage in his own form of discovery: He inspected Terri's garbage.

The trash from the spiritual guru's house included dozens of needles and syringes. cotton swabs, and enough emptied pill bottles to stock a pharmacy. Barklow also discovered a letter to Terri from a man named Peter in San Diego. Apparently accompanying a package, it began: "Here is your bulk order plus the samples. # 1 is a new formula that is a bit more complicated and will cost 35 cents more, per capsule. It should have more amphetamine and a balancer to neutralize adverse effects. #2 is the basic E formula without the last step performed in purification to remove all amphetamines."

The recovered letter and paraphernalia prompted the district attorney's office to focus its investigation on the illicit use of drugs. Assistant district attorney Cecil Emerson, who heads the investigation, believes the spiritual guru, with the aid of friendly physicians, illegally dispensed pills and gave injections-Terri called them "vitamin shots."

Emerson has noted references in the Goodmans' journal to white pills-whose contents remain undetermined - and the deaths of Glenn Cooley and Don Hoffman from drug overdoses. There are other reasons for suspicion. In 1986. David Goodman's son. Tony, who acknowledges a long-standing friendship with Terri, was arrested for possession of Ecstasy. He pleaded guilty and was placed on probation. One Hoffman follower also has revealed that Terri on several occasions gave him injections in the buttocks.

Murder charges are another story. Did Terri, in the guise of God, give David and Glenda-and her other followers-a command to take their own lives? Or did she merely create an environment where death was insignificant, even attractive? "Maybe it was a double suicide," says Leonard Goodman. "But one word from Terri would have stopped it. One word from Terri would have set it off." While the criminal investigation is continuing, there is no direct evidence that Terri ever instructed anyone to kill himself-just a horrifying pattern.

Dallas homicide detective Chuck Hudson, who investigated the case before turning it over to the DA, is skeptical about the prospects for charging anyone with murder. "If we are ever able to do anything as far as Terri Hoffman, it'll surprise me," says Hudson.

The Charley Project: Charles Southern Jr. Charles Southern Jr.
Above: Southern, circa 1987

Missing Since: December 1987 from Chicago, Illinois Classification: Endangered Missing Date Of Birth: July 25, 1948 Age: 39 years old Height and Weight: 6'2, 180 pounds Distinguishing Characteristics: Caucasian male. Black hair, brown eyes. Southern may have a full beard. Medical Conditions: Southern was hospitalized for emotional problems prior to his 1987 disappearance. Conscious Development Of Body, Mind and Soul, a spiritual movement founded by Terri Hoffman. Many consider the sect to be cult-like in its beliefs. Southern's status position rose in the organization during his membership and he began teaching classes and leading meditation groups. He also visited Hoffman's home in Dallas, Texas.

Former participants with the organization said that Hoffman often held meditation sessions with selected members. She apparently said that she was being attacked by "Black Lords" and requested that the members build a 'psychic shield' around her for protection. The former members stated that many of the sessions' particpants became fearful of the "Black Lords'" supposed attacks and developed emotional problems as a result.

Southern's family discovered that he was walking the streets of Chicago and speaking incoherently during 1987. Southern was hospitalized afterwards. His family visited him daily, as did two members of Conscious Development Of Body, Mind and Soul. Southern resumed his normal routine after his release, but friends said that he seemed disenchanted with Hoffman. Nevertheless, Southern remained active in her organization.

Southern planned to travel to India for two weeks in December 1987 during his college's winter break. His mother said that she was concerned about Southern during this time and offered to visit with him prior to his scheduled departure. He declined and told his mother he was simply not feeling well. Southern has never been heard from again.

His family checked his residence after Southern's scheduled arrival time home passed without a word from him. They discovered that his passport was inside his house and no entry stamps from India were recorded. A vial of a drug similar to the poison curare was found inside one of Southern's drawers. His winter dress hat and coat were folded inside-out and placed on a ceremonial stool; Southern's family later learned that this was a Nigerian tribal symbol for death. His relatives also located two poorly-written notes which appeared to be Southern's wills. There was no sign of him inside the residence.

Hoffman told Southern's family she was not involved in his disappearance. She has never been charged in connection with Southern's case. Almost one dozen of Hoffman's associates have died untimely deaths through the years, many by suicide. Hoffman was named as beneficiary in several of the cases and collected thousands of dollars in cash, property and other assets. She has been sued by at least one family in what was called a 'wrongful death' claim.

Authorities do not know if Southern chose to leave of his own accord or if other forces were at work. It is possible that he suffered another emotional breakdown that served as the catalyst to his disappearance, bu

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Charles Southern
Is a cult responsible for a respected English professor’s disappearance?

Spiritualist Is Accused of Mind Control
Psychic Convicted Of Fraud Charges
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The Aura of Murder
Texas probe doesn't shake faith in Terri Hoffman
Dallas spiritual guide has following in Chicago
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Charles Southern disappeared


Gender: Male
DOB: 7/25/48
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 180 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Defining Characteristics: He may have a full beard

Terri Hoffman

Some families took legal action


The Nigerian tribal symbol of death

In a haunting video message to his family, Don Hoffman revealed he had terminal cancer--a diagnosis he said was confirmed by three different doctors. Then, just hours after making the video, Don took his own life. An autopsy, however, found no trace of cancer. On the videotape, Don Hoffman said goodbye to five different family members. But there was no farewell to the heir to Hoffman's estate--his second wife Terri, founder of a spiritual movement known as Conscious Development of Body, Mind, and Soul.

Terri Hoffman is at the center of what some might call a "circle of death." The victims include Mary Levinson--drug overdose; David and Glenda Goodman--shot to death, probable double suicide; Jill Bounds--beaten to death; Sandy Cleaver--drove off a cliff in broad daylight; Sandy's 14-year-old daughter Devereaux--drowned.

Eleven untimely deaths... eleven people with a direct or indirect link to Terri Hoffman. Now some believe a 12 th name should be added to this somber list--Charles Southern, Jr., a respected English professor. Southern mysteriously disappeared and his family now believes it may be no coincidence that he was a disciple of Terri Hoffman.

Southern’s last will and testament

Peace, harmony, and enlightenment. Hoffman offered all this and more to Charles Southern and the others who joined her group, Conscious Development. Peter Muth was a former member who belonged to Hoffman's sect for more than a decade:

"Part of the belief system Terri taught us was that death was really just another state of consciousness, and it wasn't a bad thing. It wasn't anything to fear. We also learned that the dark forces out in the universe had a name. They were the black lords, black overlords. They worked for Satan. The group we worked with was the White Brotherhood, who are good, benevolent characters. They're on God's side. The good guys."

In Chicago, Charles joined a local branch of Conscious Development. Charles was assistant chairman of the English department at a local junior college. Joining Hoffman's group was his most recent foray in an ongoing search for spiritual truth, an odyssey that had taken him to India and Africa. Charles rose quickly in Hoffman's organization. He was soon teaching classes and leading meditation sessions. Eventually, he was invited to Terri Hoffman's home in Dallas. By then, Terri Hoffman had begun to portray herself as a target of attack by the so-called Black Lords. During special meditation sessions, Hoffman exhorted her trusted inner circle to erect "a psychic shield around her." Peter Muth says he saw Charles at one of these meetings:

"Now, her inner core group for fighting the battles lives in a kind of constant state of fear, because we're always under attack from black magicians who supposedly could kill us, who could drive us insane. And as the years went by, you saw people in your group actually start to show signs of the strain, show signs of mental and emotional problems"

According to his sister, Cheryle, Charles was one of those who apparently collapsed under the pressure:

"We found Charles wandering on the street carrying a newspaper, stating, 'I lived for art.' We got him in the car and took him to Michael Reese hospital for examination, stating that he might be suicidal, and he also seemed to be reciting something in a strange language over and over and over again."

After his release from the hospital, Charles stayed active in the group, but eventually became disillusioned with Hoffman. As Christmas neared, he made plans for a trip to India. In the days before he was supposed to leave, his mother, Ingerborg Southern, got a feeling that something was very wrong:

"I told him that I was disturbed and I felt that I should come to Chicago. And he said no, you don't need to come to Chicago, because I'm perfectly all right, and I will be leaving for India in three days. So he assured me that everything was all right. And with that assurance, I didn't go."

That was the last time she spoke to her son. After two weeks and no word from their son, Charles' father became worried:

"We, of course, wondered why we didn't hear from him. But he had traveled so much and so often to so many parts of the world, I wasn't overly concerned until he was overdue."

Charles' parents drove the 300 miles from Cincinnati. When they broke into their son's house, a nagging concern for his well being turned to outright fear. Placed on a ceremonial stool from Africa were Charles' winter dress hat and his coat, neatly folded inside out. Only later would his family learn that this was a Nigerian tribal symbol of death. Charles' parents also discovered two barely legible notes--apparently his last will and testament. One said in part, "I came under a bad influence, and I was trying to fight it myself." Terri Hoffman was mentioned twice and named executor of his estate. Over a 12-year period, two of Hoffman's four husbands, her only son, six followers, and two people related to or employed by a follower came to an unnatural end. Causes of death: one murder, four fatal accidents, and six suicides.

In over half of these cases, Hoffman was named heir or beneficiary. She was designated to receive over a half a million dollars in cash, plus hundreds of thousands more in real estate, fine art, and jewelry. But authorities have not directly linked her to any of the deaths. Charles Southern is still missing. He is 6'2" tall, weighs 180 pounds, and may have a full beard.
About Watchman Fellowship Vol. 7, No. 2, 1990

Articles on the New Age

New Age Beliefs Lead to Death

Carolyn McHaney

Her followers came from many walks of life - yet they all shared the same destiny - strange or puzzling deaths. All left wills and/or gave assets to their New Age self-styled guru, Terri Hoffman. Ms. Hoffman currently has two lawsuits against her alleging her use of mind control, hypnosis and profiteering on seven victims, all now dead, to name her or her organization, Conscious Development of Body, Mind and Soul, Inc., beneficiary of insurance policies and wills.

These seven deaths were either suicides committed because the person believed him or herself to be terminally ill or bizarre accidents such as falling out of a building, driving off a cliff or drowning. Over a period of twelve years, nine of her followers died by suicide or accidents. While Ms. Hoffman taught the usual New Age fare of meditation, astral travel, rays, karma and reincarnation, it was during the late Seventies, when the teachings became more radical. She would lead her students on "wars" against the evil "black lords."

Leaving the group was unforgivable. She urged her group to spiritually hurt one member who left. Yet, a member did leave when he realized that the group was "a cult" and the inner circle of students "was definitely a place for violence... mind control... witchcraft."

Ms. Hoffman's teachings are sold on cassette tapes and literature and also teaches a meditation class at SMU that includes a professor, an engineer, a City Hall admini¬strator even a DISD curriculum writer.

A biography her organization puts out states her as a native Texan, 51 years of age who as an orphaned child was befriended by spirit guides or masters that were her teachers, (The Dallas Morning News, Sunday, December 17, 1989, pp.1A and 26-28A.)

Not all New Age groups or teachers are harmless, easy ways to expand your spirituality - it can kill you.

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HEADLINE: Spiritualist Is Accused of Mind Control BYLINE: BY GARY TAYLOR,

Special to The National Law Journal BODY: ON THE SURFACE, the criminal fraud trial might have resembled any routine bankruptcy-related proceeding. Most of the testimony came from accountants; the evidence centered on financial transactions. Bubbling beneath the surface in that federal case in Dallas, however, was a background that is anything but routine. In fact, "bizarre" has been the word most often invoked to describe the story that has placed Dallas spiritual adviser Terri Hoffman at the center of so much litigation involving allegations that she has committed murder through mind control. U.S. v. Hoffman, 3-93-CR216-D. Her Nov. 23 conviction on 10 counts of bankruptcy fraud marks just the latest chapter in a lengthy saga. Allegations in pending civil suits accuse Ms. Hoffman of causing and profiting from the deaths of 10 associates and relatives who committed suicide or suffered untimely deaths while under her influence. With state investigators unable to bring any credible criminal charges stemming directly from the deaths, the federal bankruptcy fraud case has been compared by some sources to an "Al Capone strategy." They suggest that federal authorities employed the bankruptcy fraud prosecution as a way of getting a conviction of some kind against her, just as the government in the 1930s used income tax evasion charges to put the notorious Chicago crime lord behind bars. Still, the fraud case itself is "significant," says Molly W. Bartholow, the chapter 13 bankruptcy trustee in Dallas. Ms. Bartholow says the case may lead to other, similar, prosecutions. Ms. Hoffman's lawyers have been unavailable for comment. Previously, they have described her as a woman being persecuted for religious beliefs and linked unfairly to an almost unbelievable chain of coincidence. For the past five years, the Hoffman saga has perplexed prosecutors and litigators alike as they have sought to explain the unusual string of deaths that seems to surround her. Lawsuits depict her as the leader of a cult. They accuse her of using hypnosis and mind control to seize the assets of followers and then somehow cause them to suffer fatal accidents or commit suicide. Ms. Hoffman's attorneys have called the allegations absurd and say they amount to character assassination

"These people -- her followers -- were all well-educated," says Cecil Emerson, chief felony prosecutor for the Dallas County district attorney's office. "We had a number of offenses we tried to assemble, but bankruptcy fraud is all that's happened so far, and that's not even connected to anything except the property she got." The prominence of some of the alleged victims has enhanced the notoriety of the Hoffman litigation. Examples include: * David Goodman -- a former professor at Southern Methodist University -- and his wife, who were discovered shot to death in 1989 in what's officially been dubbed a double suicide. They allegedly were introduced and married by Ms. Hoffman, who also had collected a total of $110,000 from them in the years before their deaths, according to check registers found in their home. * Glenn Cooley -- one of Ms. Hoffman's former husbands -- who died of a drug overdose in 1977, three months after their divorce and just one month after he allegedly had executed a will surrendering all property to her. * Kenneth Wilder -- Ms. Hoffman's son -- who was killed in a 1979 construction accident. * Sandy Cleaver and her maid, who died in a 1981 auto accident after preparing new wills and leaving their estate to Ms. Hoffman, along with a $300,000 insurance policy made out to her. * Robin Lynn Huntoon Otstott, who shot herself in 1987 after drafting a will that left jewelry, land and other possessions to Ms. Hoffman. * Don Hoffman, Ms. Hoffman's husband, who died of a drug overdose in 1988 after explaining in a video recording that he believed he had inoperable cancer. Reporters for the Dallas Morning News have traced Ms. Hoffman's career as a spiritual adviser back to the early 1970s, when she began collecting followers while teaching a weekly, non-accredited meditation class at SMU. As Terri Cooley, she founded a company in 1974 called Conscious Development of Body, Mind and Soul Inc. Instead of paying fees for the courses, students made "love offerings" and allegedly were encouraged to surrender certain items of jewelry believed to have "negative energies." According to biographies distributed by her company, Ms. Hoffman was born in 1938 in Fort Stockton, Texas, and adopted by a Dallas family after having bee orphaned. She has described herself as a financial adviser, but it's clear her consulting covered a wide range of matters. Her biography describes her belief that her real family consists of invisible beings she calls "masters," who visited her as an infant. The publicity surrounding the death of the Goodmans first catapulted Ms. Hoffman into the spotlight. A former business and computer professor educated at Berkeley and Yale, Mr. Goodman had left academia in 1987 to launch an investment counseling business and write newsletters. The deaths are the basis for one of the civil suits against Ms. Hoffman by their heirs. Goodman v. Hoffman, 91-12630 (Dist. Ct., Dallas Co.). Just after the Goodman deaths in 1989, the Dallas County district attorney's office launched a wide-ranging investigation into Ms. Hoffman's activities, focusing on the deaths and seeking any information that might directly link her to murders. But Mr. Emerson says he could come up with nothing more sinister than allegations of mind control. "It just doesn't translate into a grand jury proceeding," he says. "It's been an interesting endeavor, but I just never could quite get there."

The publicity surrounding the death of the Goodmans first catapulted Ms. Hoffman into the spotlight. A former business and computer professor educated at Berkeley and Yale, Mr. Goodman had left academia in 1987 to launch an investment counseling business and write newsletters. The deaths are the basis for one of the civil suits against Ms. Hoffman by their heirs. Goodman v. Hoffman, 91-12630 (Dist. Ct., Dallas Co.). Just after the Goodman deaths in 1989, the Dallas County district attorney's office launched a wide-ranging investigation into Ms. Hoffman's activities, focusing on the deaths and seeking any information that might directly link her to murders. But Mr. Emerson says he could come up with nothing more sinister than allegations of mind control. "It just doesn't translate into a grand jury proceeding," he says. "It's been an interesting endeavor, but I just never could quite get there." Mr. Emerson says his interviews with surviving followers left him convinced that she has hypnotic powers. But, he adds, "These folks were emotional problems before they found her, and they became easy victims for her." When FBI agents started poking around in Ms. Hoffman's bankruptcy case, Mr. Emerson says, he shared his files with them. But the assistant U.S. attorney who prosecuted the bankruptcy fraud case says he decided to keep his focus clearly on the financial problems and avoid any confusion from introduction of unrelated allegations. "We did not want to go into the hocus-pocus," says Larry E. Jarrett, emphasizing his office's new vigor in pursuing bankruptcy fraud investigations. "We won't tolerate deceptions by debtors any longer in the Northern District of Texas." Ms. Hoffman filed for bankruptcy protection in October 1991, contending that her financial and psychic counseling businesses had suffered from the publicity about the deaths. Meanwhile, her accusers have attached the bankruptcy as a strategy for derailing the civil suits. Their complaints and the observations of Ms. Bartholow inspired the investigations that prompted the fraud case. Officially, the 12-count indictment alleges that Ms. Hoffman hid a variety of assets, debts, payments and contracts. More specifically, the government accused her of failing to report four credit card accounts that she kept open and one card on which she made payments. It also charged that she failed to report a $100,000 prepaid contract for attorneys' services with her civil lawyer -- a document considered an asset by the government. In addition, the government charged that she had failed to disclose existence of a contract for book or movie rights on her life story, failed to list property she held for a Chicago associate and tried to conceal her ownership of 13 valuable Audubon prints. In opening statements to the jury, Ms. Hoffman's attorney, Dallas sole practitioner Shirley Baccus-Lobel, blamed her client's troubles on honest mistakes. "This is not a highly educated woman, and she is not a woman with a remarkable IQ."

As the trustee who pushed for the charges, Ms. Bartholow served as the key witness for the prosecution. She testified first about numerous revisions by Ms. Hoffman to her financial disclosures during creditor hearings on the 1991 bankruptcy and said that creditor meetings repeatedly turned up inconsistencies. Ms. Bartholow also provided another crucial piece of evidence, in the form of a videotape she made of the inside of Ms. Hoffman's home in North Dallas. Because Ms. Hoffman did not testify on her own behalf, the tape stood as the jury's only exposure to her. Defense witnesses included several of Ms. Hoffman's associates, who testified that she suffered from mental stress and strain during the time of preparation of her bankruptcy papers. But it wasn't enough to overcome the conclusion voiced by Ms. Bartholow and argued by the prosecution that Ms. Hoffman is a bad-faith debtor. Jurors convicted her on 10 counts of fraud but acquitted her on two of the counts, related to the contract for attorney services and the failure to disclose sale of the Audubon paintings. Besides facing prison for the fraud convictions, Ms. Hoffman also faces the equivalent of an economic death penalty through the Chapter 7 conversion. Trustees now are authorized to seize all of her property, with the exception of a few exempted items, and sell them to placate creditors. Although her opponents and accusers feel satisfied with Ms. Hoffman's fraud conviction, they say their quest is not yet complete. "The bankruptcy case kept us from going forward with our case," says Jim P. Barklow, a Dallas sole practitioner who represents her stepchildren in a state suit in Dallas accusing her of using mind control to profit from the deaths of their father and others. "We'll have to wait and see now what happens with the Chapter 7." Hoffman v. Hoffman, 89-2649-D. Ms. Hoffman is scheduled for sentencing Jan. 14 on the fraud case. She faces the prospect of five years in prison and a $250,000 fine on each count.

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-2-90 Dream #1: Twenty people were killed and buried and I was doing everything possible to prevent myself from being the next victim. I asked someone to climb a tree and capture a parakeet which had escaped from the it's cage. The man pointed to an extremely high tree and asked if I would climb up there to rescue them . I looked and admitted that I wouldn't climb up there to save anyone. The enemy was on horseback. I told someone that they were out hiding in the bush and then they were probably hiding along the rim of the bush. I was then in a yard and a black rose bush was being trimmed. I asked if it was capable of rooting and branching. They said, "Yes! and I said that I wanted to keep it then, but all the thorns should be trimmed off.

Dream #2 I went to work and asked a man there to interpret the above dream. I told it to him in fine detail, then he set about to work on it and created an entire animated cartoon in which he drew all the characters in "Gumby" fashion and created voices for them. I was so impressed. There were several other men who came in to watch and I told them that I had started writing down my dreams when I joined Conscious Development. One other man said that he had been thinking about joining it too. while all this was going on, I was feeling guilty that we were spending work time on it instead of working and kept a wary eye out for the boss so we wouldn't get caught.

Then I went home to New Berlin and a white gadget I had to hold tools in was falling apart. I went to get a piece of adhesive tape and as I unrolled it, it got larger and larger. I went out in the yard and I was going to cut a piece of the tape off and a brown car came by and tired to turn the corner so fast, it tipped over. There were other people around to help the man, but I had to call the cops and I was upset because it was already 7:30 a.m. and I was late for work. I worked from 7:30 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. Then I started to think what a waste of time that was because I had 3 children at home who needed me more.


8-28-98 - A BLACK VISION -


Then I saw a page written by me that looked like an interview with Dee777.


I saw a couple more sentences one of which said, "DOLORES' RECORD"

I slipped into a dream where I was managing an apartment building. I hadn't actually started work yet. I was wearing a dress and green jogging pants under it. I was attempting to tie something to my right thigh over the pants and not having any success with it. There was no door on the apartment and my dark haired female boss walked right tin. She had a couple of people with her.

She told me to call the phone company and have a phone installed right by the door so it would be handy and I wouldn't have to run all the way back into my apartment to answer the hone. I told her that was a good idea. (I had thought of that myself just before she walked in)

A blonde woman dressed in black, lingered behind after the boss left. She said "I think I would like to rent an apartment here."

I hadn't actually started work yet and didn't have any paperwork, so I didn't know which apartments were vacant.

I didn't have any keys with me, so I went back to my closet and found my keys which were laying right next to the pocket of the green jogging pants which I had taken off. I now only had the dress on. I had the key to the "key" box which had the key to the apartment key box. There were out in the hallway.

The key to the 'key box' was a tiny key which at first looked like a 't' then turned into a wire triangle. I thought it would never work, but when I stuck the triangle shaped wire into the slot of the 'key box', the cover flew off.

This box was very small and way up high on the wall. There was along couch-like thing along the wall with a white cover on it and I had to stand on top of it to reach the 'key box'.

I put my index finger into this tiny key box and could feel a tiny piece of metal in it. I carefully picked it up, afraid it would fall on the floor and I'd never find it. When I held it in my fingers, it looked like an old-fashioned record needle. I put my finger into th e little key box to see if there was a real key in the box and again felt a small piece of metal I hoped was a real key.

This time it was a spiral piece of wire that was tightly wound. It was small on one end graduating to a larger spiral at the opposite end. I figured that you must stick the small end into the key hole while holding the large end. I looked at it again and now it looked like a carpenter's silver metal screw.

That I knew how to use, so I went over to the apartment key box to see which keys were hanging in it which would clue me in on which apartments were vacant.

I looked at this key box and it was huge. I had so many slots and levers on it, I had no idea which slot to put the screw in to open the door. I flipped one lever and a loud alarm bell began to ring. I said, "Oh my God! this is a fire alarm box."

The woman was dressed in black. (She had short blonde hair like my Black Lord ETs) She said, "I'm going to go look at 305. That's where I used to live.

She took off ahead of me and I couldn't stop her. WE were o n the 2nd floor it seemed and she ran up some stairs which I could hear her going up, but I couldn't see them. I ran to the end of the hall and found a green linoleum covered stairway. It was really wide with huge steps and it only went down. I didn't have much choice, so I went down to the 1st floor, hoping to find another stairway that would go to the 3rd floor.

I was still looking when I woke up.





The woman was dressed in black. (She had short blonde hair like my Black Lord ETs) She said, "I'm going to go look at 305. That's where I used to live.

Other times, I saw very tall thin black men  arund seven feet tall.

In one astral experience, I was running away from some men wo were trying to run me over with a large machine that rolls oger streets just laid with tar.  I managed to escape into a garage and save myself.  But an hour later, I was standing my office at wok, when I began to get a pain in my head and the pain started moving down my body and I slumped into my chair because i got so weak.  I called my spiritual teacher on the phhone and told him what was hapening and he ran to the men's room (we worked in the same building)  and he could psychically see what was happening and he was able to get me out from under the machine.  Once he did that I felt okay again.

another time, I began getting ice pick sharp pains in my ear.  I called my spiritual teacher on the phone and he was able to ge the person away from me who was attacking me. 

A coule years later, I was actually living in another state, laing on my bed with my eyes closed and could see a large brown door coming slowly down on top of me.  I rolled off the bed and onto the floor so the door couldn't land on me.  I then rant downstairs and called my spiritual teacher, and told him what I saw.  He called me back a little later and he told me that if I hadn't called him, I robably would have suffocated to death.

Just lst week, in a dream, I was attacked by a huge group of men who were all ugly caucasian men dressed in frumpy b rown suits.  I saw one had a hypodermic needle in his hand.  Suddenly my friend Mikki who works with several groups of ETs and she stood next to me and told me what to say so the men coulldn't get closer than three feet from me.  In the morning, Mikki told me she had a dream in which this large group of men were coming to attack us, and I was able o tell he that she had saved my life.  (We hd the same dream.)

So you can see that thee guys don't always look alike, but they a4re relentless once they know you are trying to do spiritual work.

These beings are not demons.  Demons work alone, and they don't care who you are, what you are doing or what your age is.  They even attacfk children too young to know what is going on spiritually.  It's usually is the parent or parents who bring in the demons who focus on the child because a child is easier to pick on.


Spiritual attack, within Christianity, is a term used to describe the belief that the Devil is deliberately using supernatural powers to discourage the targeted Christian from their belief in God. Such attacks can come in many forms, all of which can have a lasting, even permanent, detrimental effect on the recipient's religious life. Spiritual attacks can include possession, fear of holy objects, such as bibles or other holy books, discouragement, temptation, accusation, and in many other ways.

What is a iritual attack? A person's state of mind can be altered under a spiritual attack. Most of us believe that most people are good, and we also believe that some people are not. We have criminals...

Most of us believe that most people are good, and we also believe that some people are not. We have criminals in our society that surely would do us wrong if they could. The same thing is true of spirits. Spirits are just people who are nonphysical. That's the simple definition of a spirit. So, the idea is that spirits also have moral problems. They had moral problems when they are alive, and they have moral problems now that they are spirits. Just because a person dies, doesn't mean all of their problems, morality issues, and personal problems are fixed. Therefore, there are certainly lots of spirits out there who would do living human beings harm, and they do.

Their attacks are not physical. They are emotional and psychological in nature. Spirits attack people psychologically and emotionally, since they cannot affect you physically. They cannot push you around. What they can do is communicate with you telepathically and emotionally. Spirits might try to push very negative and ugly emotions on you. Sometimes they will communicate by telling you, that you are a horrible person or to commit suicide. Very often people don't know they are being attacked, and they don't know where these feelings are coming from. They will end up thinking, "Well this is just me. You know, this is how I think."

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