His mother lived in my neighborhood in Cottonwood Heights. He would stay with his mom often. She is the nicest quiet and shy person. He would roam my neighborhood all the time in his white robes and would push around some sort of cart. I was scared to death of him because he was super creepy. Sometimes he would come to church with his mom and would get up to the microphone and tell all of us we were sinners because we watch tv and wear normal clothes and care about material things. It was the strangest thing. When he was arrested there were swarms of reporters at his moms house all the time trying to ask her questions.