Let's assume (just for the sake of Margaret) that all "motivational" speakers are instigators of a cult of personality, where the values inculcated in the followers are supposed to be an emulation of the virtues exemplified by the leader, regardless of the actual truth of the matter. Let's also assume that the more successful of these "motivational" people are cognizant (well, if they aren't, then their accountants surely are) of their persuasive abilities and willing to use them to sell anything they can in exchange for anything else not nailed down. The assumption also follows that if these people are trading words for money, that they will sell their soul or yours without a blink.

Now, let us say that the "motivational" person is a movie maker.
Are they also, if we follow the above assumptions, instigators of a cult of personality who will sell you anything?

If the dust bin collectors suddenly stopped taking rubbish away and began trying to deliver it, wouldn't you think that was kinda strange? If a movie maker stops taking your money and and your time and starts giving money to you and devoting his time to your needs and wants, wouldn't you think that kinda strange, also?

What if, in a fit of utter strangeness, a movie-making center of a cult of personality wanted to introduce you to his favorite personality of all time and also wanted to invite you into that personality's cult? And what if, in a true bit of Twilight Zone ironic silliness, the person who influenced the movie-making person had spent a portion of his life telling people he didn't want a cult and he didn't want to sell you anything? Can you really trust a movie-making personality who doesn't even bother to get with his Master's program? In Lala Land, even nightmares can come true.