As there has always been, discontent is simmering below the calm surface of the Spiritual Rights Foundation cesspool.
Even more people want out. Way out.
So, what's stopping them?
Certainly some have resources and an external support network in the area to ease that transition. They are strong willed and intelligent people. They aren't the stereotypical bumbling cult member speaking in terms that can only be described as hallucinatory.
So, if they have everything going for them if they want to leave the cult, why wouldn't they?
Mind Control.
There are many former members of the Spiritual Rights Foundation who can't stand what is written in this blog. Now, I have proven in Superior Court that there is no untruth here and I have an absolute right to voice the opinions you see here. But those ex-members don't care.
Bill Duby's relentless and psychotic drive to control the hearts, minds, soul and bodies of his followers instilled so much fear in the SRF Faithful, that even when they separate from his grasp, they are still controlled by fear, consumed with guilt and paralyzed from any action that would help them achieve true freedom.
The overwhelming guilt, the paralyzing fear keeps them away from the information they need to help them. And that information is right here in this blog.
Just as those who hate SRF, all it stands for and all it has done to ruin lives and destroy spirits avoid this blog like H1N1, those who wish to leave can neither read this blog nor can they separate from the very thing that has caused their mental and emotional pain.
Bill Duby's grasp of their soul has extended from his grave directly to the heart of their being. Bill's deranged mentality, his psychotic vision, his psychopathic disregard for the well being of his followers lives on through the Witches of Ellsworth. That iron grip on the remaining SRF Faithful, the guilt, the fear, the dire predictions of doom and gloom keeps the victims of the Witches of Ellsworth under the Witch's greedy thumbs.
I suppose that is one reason for holding more trance retreats and keeping whoever is left busy with whatever the perverted leaders can dream up. Idle hands are the devil's workshop, you know.
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In the cult apartment complex in Berkeley, there is a special unit there reserved for a low-vibration bonehead to live in. It is a garage converted so a toilet and sink could be located. No shower or bathing facilities. Initially, it was intended as an office. It turned into an apartment.
The low-down a-hole at the bottom of the spiritual ladder had the great honor of being housed there (kind of like the Security Housing Unit at Pelican Bay). I know this. I lived there.
After I escaped, another guy was placed there. He suffered years of abuse there and just recently got out by the skin of his teeth.
So, it is allegedly being re-purposed as an office. Who knows for what business. There aren't many left at SRF. And the ones remaining are under the greedy thumbs of Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin.
I think they just wanted the guy living there out of the way. They always hated him but kept him anyway. Why? He was a great scapegoat. People would jump all over him, making him the personification of all the things they hated about themselves.
I watched in amazement and disgust (mostly disgust) as these spiritually enlightened and morally upright ministers of the SRF Cult proceeded to harass, demean and otherwise abuse this guy with insults about his appearance, intellect, career skills and perceived lack of spiritual "vibration" from dawn to, well, the next dawn.
Now that he's out of the SRF landfill, I wonder who they will turn to when they want to express their disgust for someone? Each other? Let's hope so.
Because as this spiritual cesspool continues to swirl down the drain of irrelevance, as its membership dwindles closer and closer to nothing, the number of available scapegoats become fewer and fewer.
In just the last two years - the two years since the Witches were clobbered with a landmark legal decision against them, so many of the deflated and weary faithful few have taken flight from the compound behind the wrought iron fence of the Academy for Psychic Studies, the place looks less like a deranged spiritual kindergarten from hell and more like the morgue in an insane asylum.
The remaining faithful are, by and large, old and older. All but one of those on the short side of middle-age have taken the off-ramp to a better life. The rest are just too weary, too set in their ways and just plain too beaten down to re-start the life they should have had before their cult involvement.
2/3/11
