Scientology
They could have tracked down the uni-bomber, no problem
I have been on Scientology’s mailing list for years, though I have my own belief system. For example, I believe it’s impossible to unsubscribe from their mailing list. They just tracked me to an address in a different town and asked me if the marriage booklet I got in 1995 was any help, and what did I think of the personality test results?
Apparently, they didn’t help.
I can’t say I didn’t order a marriage booklet, I can only say I don’t remember it. On the other hand, I don’t remember a lot of things. I asked for something or I wouldn’t be on the mailing list. It must have been that free copy of Hubbard’s book, Dianetics, I got many years ago when I read voraciously, and I must say it was worth what I paid for it.
See me step out on the stage tonight, my green eyes bright with appetite for your sacrifice. I’m going to consume you now so prepare yourself, my darling, prepare yourself
I knew about those reams of science fiction Hubbard churned out, I did that too, at a far less prolific level. I called it active imagination and believed it to serve a similar purpose as did the mirror Don Juan had Carlos press to the bottom of a clear stream, through which the ally climbed from the dimension of the nagual.
In, The Fire from Within, poor Carlos ran, terrified, with the monster hot on his heels, while Don Juan built a circle of fire through which the monster would not follow him.
“Why was he chasing me, Don Juan?”
“He is attracted to your fear.”
If I want to read pulp science fiction there are better choices than Hubbard, I imagine. I’ve only read about this stream of consciousness material he produced. I was only interested in what he was selling that could convince people to give him their money and loyalty.
Lenny Bruce said, beware of whores who say they don’t want money. What they mean is, they want more money, a lot more money.
I recall doing some radio comedy with a friend who wrote skits about, “Diuretics.” He presented himself as doing a testimonial:
“My money is gone, my wife is gone, and I don’t have sex anymore, either. But thanks to Diuretics, I don’t care.”
In the shadow of your shopping cart trash can fires out in back of Winkie’s Restaurant We have your reservation in the deep blue, of imagination
What are the auditors supposed to be doing when they monitor the body to remove engrams (a memory trace embedded in the material body)? In Dianetics, an engram is more broadly defined as a detailed mental image of a traumatic event.
I read the Phoenix Lectures, which was for training auditors, to find the logic behind what they were being trained to do, and as I recall, many years later, it is based on the theory of wave amplification and cancellation. If you put an identical waveform over the trauma’s waveform, aligning the peak with the trough, it cancels it out.
Whatever the rest of it was about, I took just this much from it and went on my way with a roll of bills still in my Levis, as befits a citizen of the underground. Maybe I didn’t understand it, in which case all I can add is,
Or something along those lines.
On stage tonight at Silencio No one left alive to speak this freaky episode nobody here but recordings now and the deep blue, of imagination
Scientology gets money by selling people on the concept of erasing, or canceling, wave patterns, to make them go clear.
There won’t be any trauma in your body.
Cool. Let’s give it a shot.
Wait. You have to read some of my science fiction first.
Just shoot me now. You and I can never be.
(Verses are from the song, “Consumer Society” by author)
