John never used the word passion that I can recall... he would emphasize the 'safety of the group' that he was keeping us safe, that he was caring for us... I don't remeber him ever saying he loved us, but he very well could have.
His role was the sort of keeper of chicks, he was the mother hen, or the rooster, rather- cawking all of the time.
All I know is that I would hate to be his daughter.
I also feel very uncomfortable with the notion of being kept safe, if that makes sense... intimacy is difficult, I really think that much of that has to do with MMS experience because I was forced to'trust' (and believe in) someone who called harmful actions a manner of keeping us incompetent kids safe.