In Rhode Island, circa 2000, a fellow undergrad did the same to me. A relevant detail is that he couldn't afford a meal plan (in our co-op, about a thousand dollars per semester). I told him I wasn't interested in Landmark, and on his repeat attempt to persuade me, he flashed me hundreds of dollars in cash, saying he'd pay for me to attend. It pretty clearly was not his money (or else he'd've used it to eat and pay tuition), and I assumed the organization was putting him up to it. Anyhow, I ended up taking a questionnaire to determine my eligibility, and I deliberately gave a weird (trans) answer to one question, such that the volunteer screener did not want to deal with me and rejected me. I was happy because I made the cult go away and leave me alone. A couple years later, though, an older, wealthier friend in Rhode Island also wanted me to do Landmark. I don't remember if she offered to pay for me. I ended up attending an hour-long session, perhaps on her false pretext of needing to be picked up from the center, because I remember being annoyed that I had to go in the room and hang out for a while. The speaker droned on hypnotically; I resisted the hypnosis and got a migraine. I told her afterward I would not join because the shit had given me a migraine (which was true). My only other interaction with Landmark was that, a few years later in Massachusetts, I encountered yet another acquaintance, a former coworker, promoting Landmark with alarming zeal. I think we ran into each other coincidentally on the street and she recognized me. She was so much more animated than she'd been at work, I almost didn't believe it was the same person.