EDIT: All the haters be my motivators. I've got that champion's mentality, don't take it out on me that you don't. I found something I'm good at (drug dealing is a skill, try it sometime and tell me how easy it is), being my own boss, making something out of myself. I had a little analysis of my situation and you guys nitpick my fuckin' story instead of setting me on the right path or offering constructive criticism. Keep it coming though, I haven't had a smile on my face for this long since grade school :)
Summary
I might be stretching Law 27 a bit, but I've come to the conclusion that an interest of mine turned into a cult following. Here's the story broken down with law 27.
 
Preface
I used to sell LSD in a place where there was anything but an abundance of. I had the monopoly on the whole game, and some of my drugs ended up in far away places (upon finding out, always brought a smile to my face). I just so happened to befriend a group of customers and from here... I'll just break it down with this law 27 breakdown.
 
Keep It Vague; Keep It Simple
The messages were self-improvement through psychedelics as a catalyst and to spread the love to all those willing and able.
 
Emphasize the Visual and the Sensual over the Intellectual
For the uninitiated, LSD is a pretty visual and sensual substance with extraordinary amounts of suggestibility thrown into the mix.
 
Borrow the Forms of Organized Religion to Structure the Group
They had begun to call me 'The Shaman'. When I went to parties, even those who didn't know me, knew me as The Shaman. I charged for my product more than the national street average, as I had the whole market in my basket. I got nigger rich and high as hell off of the profits, despite what my 'mission' was. I am well-read and deft in the literary arts, so I used my big words to talk to these little people (I later found out that they thought of me as some poweful mastermind who's got it all figured out).
 
Disguise Your Source of Income
It was unnecessary in this case, because they were fully aware that I was selling them drugs. All that was required was a red herring to lay to rest any question of my motives.
 
Set Up an Us-Versus-Them Dynamic
Only few were as enlightened as The Shaman's tribe. We were part of the exclusive club that got real shit. Not only the real shit, but the best shit. Everyone who said otherwise were just haters who didn't matter anyway.
 
Lessons Learned

  • Making a cult is actually so easy, that you can do it by accident
  • Cult is just an abbreviation of culture, a subsect of it if you will, usually garnering a negative connotation from the culture at large as overly-zealous and dogma vomiting indoctrinates.