Model's Murder: A Father's Pursuit & Granddaughters Who Continues the Fight!

by Transman Regrettter Scott Newgent - Below is an investigative Series on Lifespring's

On a tranquil evening in October 1979, renowned model Gail Rennick caught her last breath, leaving an interminable void in her father, Bill Newgent’s life, and imprinting a dark chapter in notorious cult history. This is their story, a tale of glitz abruptly mired in despair, and a father's tenacious pursuit for justice that spanned two decades.

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Born in San Diego in the late 1950s, Gail Rennick is the darling of the denim brand 'Faded Glory.' Her charismatic attitude and stunning good looks catapulted her to popularity, where she swiftly became adored. Gail was an iconic combination of beauty and intelligence; she was also a well-known model. The Lifespring's Cult fell prey to her irresistible charisma, and she became entangled in their dangerous web.

The Lifespring's Cult, famed for its charming but deceitful leader, sprang from London's sordid underbelly. It used deceptive strategies to entangle the city's glitterati in a web of fear and deception. Unfortunately, Gail fell into this trap, and it cost her life, making her the cult's most tragic fatality.

Gail was always close to her father, Bill Newgent, who had an unseen link with his daughter. As a former military commander with an unbreakable spirit, his life was flipped upside down when his beloved Gail was killed. Her terrible death stunned the country, and Bill could only watch his brilliant daughter's light fade. But Bill was not a guy who accepted misfortune quietly. Instead, he utilized it as a fuel to fight for justice with unwavering determination.

The tragedy inspired Bill to go headfirst into his quest to bring down the cult that had destroyed his family and countless others. With unwavering resolve, he went on a two-decade adventure, encountering several hurdles. He worked tirelessly to gather proof of the cult's unlawful actions, addressing authorities, engaging the media, and remaining strong in the face of many threats, violent confrontations, and personal sacrifices.

Bill's fight against the Lifespring's Cult was not only a brave attempt to seek justice for his daughter but also a broader push to awaken society to the reality of brainwashing cults. Bill tirelessly worked towards educating people about the dangers of such organizations, their manipulative techniques, and the permanent scars they leave on individuals and families. His mission became a beacon of hope for many other families affected by the atrocities of cults, molding him into an authoritative figure in the counter-cult movement.

The intertwined lives of Gail Rennick and Bill Newgent paint a poignant narrative of the glamour and illusion of fame, the shocking grimness that lays hidden beneath, and the resilience of a father's love. Their story serves as a reminder of the unseen dangers that can lurk behind the glitz and glamour of our lives and offers hope through the lasting legacy of Bill's relentless pursuit of justice.

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You never lose if you never give up, Kellie; embrace the attitude of until, and your success will be solidified and accepted by everyone around you. This devotion, along with passion, is the only way to effect change. Never give up and make a commitment to finish what has to be done UNTIL it is completed; there are no other alternatives.

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There are certain things that are 'Until' tests that we are given in life. Who knew that tragedy would confirm my awareness that no matter how much I want to walk away, no matter how afraid I am, no matter how difficult things grow, and no matter how many assaults there are, there are some things that are tested in life.

My now-teenage daughter retreated, paused, and moaned this morning as I shooed the youngsters out the door. My mind raced back to that day forty years ago, and I went limp. I groaned because I remembered my daughter's smile and the way she was standing, a childhood memory that I thought was long lost.

The way she held her body was precisely as I recalled my auntie Gail, which was weird to say the least. No matter how much we try to avoid our family DNA, it is always there and shapes us all into who we are without our consent. DNA is all powerful, and for a little minute, I was in the same room with my beloved aunt, whom we all mourn dearly. My life our family's life took a whirlwind after my aunt's death—or murder—shifted the lens through which my family's history was seen.

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Auntie Gail, Kari & Kellie

Gail was an outrageously beautiful lady who defied societal norms; her irreverent personality and wicked sense of humor added to her allure. Professional model and former "Faded Glory Jeans" spokeswoman, my aunt was my aunt's main source of income. She was a joy to everyone she met and a total riot with her trademark 'Newgent' curse of extreme, confrontational comedy; she was electric.

There are certain things that are 'Until' tests that we are given in life. Who knew that tragedy would confirm my awareness that no matter how much I want to walk away, no matter how afraid I am, no matter how difficult things grow, and no matter how many assaults there are, there are some things that are tested in life.

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In order to get a better understanding of who my Auntie Gail was: She was the sort of lady who believed that clothing was not necessary, and she would sunbathe nude in our garden topless while waving to the "boys," as she referred to them.

My father had been seeing my mother for a number of years before to entering Gail's life as a kid. My father was similar to a strict elder brother, and their bond was even more intimate than that of a brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

"Gail, for the love of Christ, put a shirt on."

As she sat in the lawn chair, the "Boys," as she referred to them, were congregating around her. She made a hand gesture that indicated my father to shew, and she said, "Oh, Scotty, relax you old stick in the mud!" When Gail was liberated, she embraced life with a light that shone so brightly that it drew others to her like moths to a flame. It was her blend of beauty and light that sprang off photographs and into people's minds without asking for permission. There is no doubt that she was gorgeous, but she was hardly the most beautiful model in the world; it was her combination of looks and who she was on the inside. It was impossible not to adore my aunt Gail by any means!

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Any youngster would be lucky to have her as a companion and a source of laughter since she was the most hilarious person to be around. Simply said, she was a hoot; she reveled in every moment of her existence!

In 1979, a cult known as Lifespring murdered my aunt enduring a horrific death.

No matter how far we attempt to detach ourselves from where we came from, it never stays far away. This is something that blows my mind. There is no matter how hard we try to reject or hide who we are, it will always be a part of us, and if we don't recognize it in ourselves, we surely recognize it in our offspring. On this day, I saw it personally!

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When it comes to who we are, where we came from is a far more important factor than what we ever wanted to confess.

While thinking about Gail, I grabbed for my daughter and began kissing him on the crown of his head. It was only natural for her to get enraged since he had just applied half of a container of gel to his hair. However, I did not care.  I was not holding my daughter at the moment, but rather my dear aunt, who had passed away long before.

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The fact that my comprehension of the atrocity of medically transitioning children is continually festering inside me is something that I have frequently puzzled about, and it has something to do with the heritage that I come from. I just came to understand why.

Regarding this argument, it is either success or death for me. If you find my zeal to be shocking, I recommend that you look into the reasons why my vitality is so profound. "Until People," as my grandfather would say, is the name of the family that I come from. I watched as he doggedly pursued the cult that was responsible for the death of my aunt.

My aunt's career as a model was coming to an end when she was twenty-seven years old. It was unusual for my aunt to continue working in the business until she was twenty-seven years old since there was a lack of demand for female models who were 27 years old throughout the 1970s. Despite the fact that she was disoriented, I recall that she visited our home more often than she had in the before. Although my aunt's humor and brightness were still there, they were becoming less bright.

It is difficult to cultivate a sense of equilibrium on the inside when your livelihood and your sense of self-worth are dependent on your appearance. individuals have a tendency to be drawn to gorgeous individuals, and I saw this phenomenon with my mother and aunt when I was a youngster. Gail was confronted with the challenge of aging. She was bewildered, unsure of what to do, and afraid of the prospect of living in the world without the benefit and curse of being physical appealing. The fact that she looked nice in jeans or walked on the catwalk was not the only thing that mattered to her; she was also vulnerable and looking for significance beyond that.

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It was at this potentially sensitive moment that she became interested in Lifespring. In reality, Lifespring's was a deadly cult that masqueraded as a self-help conference for the sake of fostering personal development. Based on what I've been informed, it served as the basis for the field of 'scientology.'

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6 Part Investigation on Life Springs

‘Good Cult ’The Newgent's of Today Interviewed - Cindy Newgent & Soctt Newgent the controversial transgender activist, sister and Nephew of Gail Rennick investigates the controversial self-help company Lifespring - WATCH

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At this point, I do not have all of the information, but from what I have gathered, my Aunt Gail had an asthma attack while we were having the session. While my aunt was going to grab her inhaler from her handbag, the guru refused to give her medication and reprimanded her for being weak, citing her as an example. The assault became more severe, and they locked my aunt in a room so that she could learn how to assert herself and not be in a position of weakness. Her brain was deprived of oxygen as a result of the assault, and she eventually went out and died.

When Lifespring's administrators discovered what they assumed was her dead corpse after the class had concluded, they scooped her up and flung her into the alley like rotten rubbish.

But she wasn't dead, and with all her power, she tried to the earth under her to stand, unable to become upright se reverted to crawling with everything she had to go to the street to find someone to aid her. She never made it to the road and eventually died.

The night I will always remember!

When the phone rang in the middle of the right, I was seven years old. This was followed by a piercing scream as the body of my mother collided with the wall on the edge of the room. She had fallen to the ground and into a fetal posture as a result of her legs giving out, and she had no idea that she had dropped the phone from her grasp. Through the phone, I was able to hear my grandfather weeping and making repeated statements, "my baby, my baby, my baby, they killed my baby!" The cries that my mother and grandfather let out that night were unlike anything I had ever heard before or sense, and I am 51 years old. The genuine meaning of agony was defined for me on that night in a manner that I would never want on anybody, not even an enemy to endure.

Because of Gail's passing, my mother has lost her closest friend. The relationship between my mother and Gail was more than simply that of a sister; she was the other piece of the jigsaw for her, and the two of them were only whole when they were together.

Following Gail's passing, my mother was never the same again. I have often entertained the notion that my mother did, in fact, pass away on that particular evening. Life for my mother no longer exhibited the same pleasure and happiness that she had before. It used to be that my mother's smile would warm the spirit and light up the room; her smile was a source of inspiration and motivation. After that day, I never again found myself in the presence of her smile again. It's been nearly 50 years and to this day I have never seen it. My aunt's death didn't just sadden my mother, it ripped the ability for her to smile, laugh and be who she was, even as a child I could see the toll it took on my mother and the change that came about because of it. Despite the fact that she is 73 years old, she still seems to be lacking something that only Gail could provide for her. I have long wondered that a part of her did really pass away on that day.

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The guttural screams continued to be heard throughout my youth as my grandfather started his quest of removing life springs from the ground. It felt like it would never stop, and I often pondered whether or not it would be better for him to quit. My grandfather, on the other hand, never gave up and was able to overcome every challenge that he faced. Every time he was defeated in a combat, he would break down in tears. This became a ritual for him, and he would get back up and continue fighting not long after the tears stopped. Because of the obstacles, he became more determined. He phoned more individuals than he did before, wrote more people than he did before, increased the number of meetings he attended in the House and Senate, increased the number of news organizations he contacted, and increased the number of times he sat outside of news stations.

Giving up was something that my grandfather never did!

When I was a youngster, he told me,

"When you discover the reason, you are wandering this globe and when you become aware of the good that you are capable of doing, you do that, Kellie. 'Until' No Quitting!"

Grandad taught me in the same manner that I teach my children. "Kellie, when you find why you are roaming this earth and realize the good you can do, you do that." My grandfather was my idol, and I followed him as a loyal disciple, listening, learning, and establishing a foundation of unwavering dedication. He was the reason I am doing what I am doing now. I was prepared for it, trained for it, and built for it. My decisions have nothing to do with gaining fame or money, as seen by how I handle activism; I do it the wrong way to gain financial success, but the correct way to CHANGE HEARTS AND MINDSETS! For this, I tip my hat to my incredible Granddad, Bill Newgent.

The more I delve into stopping childhood medical transition, the more I realize the power of the early principle's Granda dad instilled in me. I am mirroring my grandad, and it as has fueled my existence in hard times. His fervor dedication the sect that killed his kid, "my baby," he would say. When I think of his comments today, I see my kids, and I finally understand.

I wish he was here now so I could say,

"I understand, Grandad." I understand 'Until.' I Will Also Do 'Until' Thank You for Teaching Me This Lesson."

Now, when I'm overwhelmed and want to give up, I close my eyes and envision my aunt scraping the concrete with her nails, trying to get help, unable to breathe, and the guy who stole her breath away, causing her death. Grandad then enters to memory, saying, "Get up, Kellie? No MAMA you are a Newgent! it's not done, until you finish.

On bad days, I feel my granddad motivating me in a way that makes leaving unthinkable!

'Kellie, by denying yourself any alternatives, you free yourself and your spirit, pushing yourself to find it out. Remove the option and see what happens! To find out how to figure it out. No choice We are until people!'

"NOW GET UP Kellie????Scott whatever your name is now, you are a NEWGENT 1st get up!!" I listen to my Grandad and do just that...GET UP!

My grandpa had a pattern that I just found resembled mine, and the clock still works as it did for my grandfather.

1. Cry.

2. Gather yourself.

3. Return stronger.

4. Rise More Determined.

5. Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until Until

My granddad taught me to be passionate. He was an incredible man; he never gave up, and he yanked me silly if I exhibited weakness among the people I cared about. He implanted in me an iron resolve that I hadn't realized I needed until now. At the age of 51, he is experiencing the culmination of his learning.

His cries of anguish over his kid inspire me - for my own and yours. Never doubt yourself, Parents: medical transition is not for children! What is happening to gender-confused youngsters under the pretext of love and human rights is epically wrong.

I will do UNTIL for Grandad since trying to eliminate childhood medical transitions is a UNTIL undertaking.

Grab my hand. My granddad and I are waiting for you, need you, and can't wait to watch you discover your own voices to SCREAM LOUDER that "Medical transition is no place for child!

These gender-confused kids need us to "Do Adulting Better."

Make no mistake, gender ideology is a cult; never waver, never falter; stick steady and keep your infants close to you; and when you doubt, draw on my enthusiasm and say it loudly and with conviction.

For my Granddad, for my father and for my aunt, I miss you all terrible! I love you and miss you guys.

#4UGrandadUntil.

-Kellie Ellen King/Scott Newgent

For My Own Children!

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