It is a pyramid scheme concocted by a fat psychopath who wrote shitty sci-fi and stole from Freud, Jung, and many other psychologist thinkers. He did this so he could get doped up on his yacht all day for the rest of his life. Asshole.
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The entire crux of the sucker play Scientology uses is just Hubbard's theft of Tibetan clearing techniques; the Tibetans would sit across from each other and take turns throwing the most horrible hurtful insults at their lover so their lover could confront it and gain control over the fear of experiencing the situation. After so many times going through what they feared most, they would gain a new mastery over themselves.
Hubbard just hooked up a car battery to some electrodes and did the same thing and took credit for it while calling it an 'E meter' after stealing the idea from Crowley and Parsons.
And regardless of whatever his plan was, the one dude you do not want to mess with is the Dalai Llama. He's got infinite quarters in the arcade street fighter of the spiritual world. So Hubbard is probably stuck somewhere outside the gates of Kalachakra right now with the perpetual image of people in the far off distance worshipping him, but everytime he tries to focus on how many and count his followers, they fade to nothingness and he realizes there is no one, only to be distracted a moment later with the hope that the next image is finally a real worshipper and he isn't completely alone and meaningless.
I ... don't know where to start.
|Rodents of Unusual Size |
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I suspect dementomstie was inspired by my true life exploits, because you see my now former roommate has joined the wonderful non cult of Scientology!
Whereas we were on good terms for over a year, my former roommate was a 21 year old white male who came down with a degenerative heart condition that basically affected the way his heart regulated blood, so he would faint a lot from over exertion. He went through a lot of meds that made him sick and he became extremely introverted and basically went on disability and spent 8 months just playing video games indoors. He talked with me less and less and eventually just decided to communicate ideas in note form. I found out later this was because any communication with me would affect his energy as a higher being.
He tried to chase me out by being an asshole, giving me orders to clean his dishes, furniture, and other stuff I never used (that was interesting) and eventually had some jealous explosion over his girlfriend's supposed cheating and threw her into the street one night, with yelling and crying. (he moved her in without consulting with me, presumably because I would have said no) He went from wearing a mask of non emotion to total rage and then she went back to him after they both realized she wasn't cheating and had no self esteem.
Eventually, however, he decided to steal some of my things and then move out. Before he did so, I had found a stash of Hubbard material and had fun casually talking shit about Scientology to see if I could get a reaction. He responded by stomping around the kitchen and replied by cutting the power and gas off without any notice two weeks before he left. I had figured out that a few previous (and totally guilt free) moments where I had trashed the religion had led to his deciding I was a monster sucking magical lasers out of his eyeballs at night, so I made the most of it and let the fireworks fly by pushing his buttons on purpose.
He lied about a few things (he lost a few keys and claimed that I had them and that I should pay for his cat's deposit of 0, for some still unknown reason I cannot fathom) and stole the shower bar before he left, and I choose to blame Scientology for all of these things.
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I should have said before that I think he got into the cult because of his medical condition. I think that being cooped up with a disease and nothing to do combined with people telling him they had a magic ticket for superior people or whatever the fuck they say about healing all disease was what drew him in initially.
This is one of many reasons why I am glad not to still be living in that apartment, as it would have perpetually reminded me of religious madness.
|Louis Armstrong |
I sir believe in Fictionology. All praise Batman!!
don't act like you wouldn't love to start a damn religion. you know you would.
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