They should have got Emma Stone to stay at the Witches' Farm.
Every guy there would work until they drop.
So who's left at the Academy for Psychic Studies and how much longer will they last?
I figure about
Anyone have a better guess?
Who's still living in the Academy's Compounds? Who's coming to the Academy regularly?
We know there isn't enough people to teach mind control classes. I just wonder how many are left to hang around waiting for the doors to slam shut in their face.
Is it better to wait for the ship to sink or is it better to grab a life vest and take your chances?
Is it even worth it for those who remain to even think about an exit?
And what will happen when those doors inevitably close for good? How will the faithful few react to that?
And where will the Witches of Ellsworth Street go with their loot? Bermuda? The Cayman Islands? Luxembourg?
Or maybe they'll have to spend their end of days in a trailer sinking into the Sacramento River Delta?
What's your guess and how long do you think it will take?
While you ponder, take a look at this short video from Jeanette from Sweden. She's a Spiritual Rights Foundation escapee who has made it back to real life and her vid shows how real the Swedenborg church is and that it is anything but the mystical, foreboding and unapproachable spiritual information that Rev. William Duby said it was.
Lord knows, but the leaders still there will be quite well off with all the money that was ripped off for decades. I guess they need them since they did not do a descent work the last few decades either.
ReplyDeleteMoney, work and time as donated into their church was supposed to go to something like help to poor people or for a good cause.
I guess we could see it as a donation to morons now, since the leaders wont be nothing but dickheads when their buisness goes under.
I think that the leaders will very quickly dry up whatever monies they have put asside and be on welfare quicker than you can shake a rose or stick at them. They have no ability to manage anything much less their own monies. As I remember Mike telling me once, the Witches were heavily complaining when the monies started drying up after Bill passed away.
ReplyDeleteYep the cash cow got slaughtered!
Like BPI it will be a sour finish for the leaders, they have no talent, skill or charisma to do much of anything. Bill had his charm, but that was about it.
So long SRF, its good to see you going!
In celebration of the End of SRF here is the - Ode to Bill
ReplyDeleteLover-raper of the innocent and impressionable
Teacher of secret teachings? Ex-ray seerer?
Or blinder of sight, and thief of life,
Yes, a self-proclaimed warlock (but only in the dark of night)
Wicked-warlock, relationship manipulative reign over,
Family rights disruptive and power trip corrupted
Separating children from parents,
twisted hypno-con man,
My-way-or-the-highway utopian visionary,
smooth sharp-talking money-hustling,
freedom-squashing confidence man
The creator of continual crisis in the
lives of the pain-taking,unquestioning flock
Charismatic, religious fanatic, cult leader,
came to an end, Taken out by God for being Jesus Christ pretend
...lover-raper of precious gifts,
selfish-hater of people's time and innocence.
Boxing-members-in to a brick cage, one half-truth at a time;
Brick-Blocks of compounded lies, of psychic intimidation
Mortar of salvific fantasy, and fundamentalist bull,
His victims walking into inner walls in every direction,
Their unsuspecting feet shaking on the mushy-soft underbelly of the unacknowledged horror...touching their toes to the hidden undercurrent of their own river of rage!
Lover-raper of the wounded and vulnerable
The card-mechanic preacher played his last hand
on a wednesday night, December 5th
Dizzy-fast and decisively, a non-choice to escape made...
The matrix of lies crushing through his Holy persona, he collapsed...death made its bust,
and we can only suppose,
hell received its kind with insatiable lust.
A foundational reign of spirit terror put to final rest by the abusers death.
Survivors left to sort the truth, the shame desperately clinging-on, to reclaim their shaking souls.
May love and healing spread
through all the muddled mess he meddled in,
Courage to face the pain of the remains...And land on their feet, in the hands of their maker
And in the end let there be no revenge, but a hard won...forgiveness.
Steve