Special: JJ Wilson's Threads: Kit & Ace Scientology Conspiracy
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Chapter 1: Solitude and Shadows
The town house in Woodland Hills stood quiet, almost too quiet. My mother had recently moved in with her fiancé, leaving me with an unexpected solitude that felt both liberating and unsettling. The walls seemed to breathe with unspoken tensions, and my mind—a labyrinth of fragmented thoughts—was my only companion.
Rummage
I moved through the rooms, a restless spirit searching for something indefinable. My hands traced surfaces, opened drawers, shifted papers—knowing full well that what I sought was never going to be found. The voices were persistent: colleagues from Lululemon, echoes of conversations past, whispers that seemed to emanate from the very walls.
Voices and Visions
JJ Wilson’s voice cut through the ambient noise, sharp and insistent. The son of Chip Wilson seemed to hover at the edges of my consciousness, a spectral presence guiding my increasingly erratic movements. Something about the Church of Scientology had captured my fractured attention.
Journey Begins
A Ford Fiesta. An American flag blazer. Glasses perched on the bridge of my nose. North Hollywood beckoned, and I answered—driving with a purpose I couldn’t fully articulate.
The Scientology center loomed before me, a beacon of potential answers or further complications. “Hello,” they said. “Hi,” I responded, my mind a whirlwind of disconnected thoughts.
A personality test. Bonita—a name, a face, a moment of connection in my turbulent landscape. My answers sprawled across the page, revealing more than I understood.
Revelation
Months passed. A classroom. An instructor’s concerned voice: “Why is JJ Wilson written as the answer to three of these questions?”
“I don’t know,” I said—and in that moment, I truly didn’t.
Dennys became my sanctuary between moments of clarity. Each meal, each pause, each breath was a step towards something—rehabilitation, understanding, transformation.
A journey was unfolding, and I was both its