The Academy for Psychic Studies - What's to Fear?

This is the first thing everyone who left
the Academy for Psychic Studies wants to say to them.

Actually, we still want to.  Every day.

While I was wasting time at this dysfunctional and utterly worthless organization, the head psychotic, William Duby, spent a good amount of time circling around me.  I thought he just wanted to teach me a few special things he knew about.  It never occurred to me he was circling around me like a vulture.

I know I had some things Bill wanted: computer and network knowledge, business knowledge, marketing skills, money.  Especially money.

One thing I learned of later is what Bill said to his most controlled (my bad, I meant devoted) followers (obviously, he didn't consider me one of them).  Bill told the dazed participants in his soporific Friday Night Trance class and the weary and decrepit students of his depraved Revelations class he had to treat me "with kid gloves" so as to not piss me off.

What he had to fear from me, no one at the time understood.  Bill did say I bore an uncanny resemblance to someone at the Berkeley Psychic Institute who didn't like him.  Those who know Bill's nemesis would tell you I don't look a damn thing like that person.  Nor does my liberal dropping of f-bombs recall the kind of speech this person employs.  Our only thing in common is our ethnic background.  As Bill Duby was an un-apologetic trailer park gossip, racist, sexist, card cheat and child molester, I do not find his comparison surprising.

I believed what he said - no matter how crazy.  Whether that was a reflection on my own state of mind or... uhh.. never mind that, Bill was a consummate con artist.  Bill Duby could sell ice to the Eskimos and sell his mother the deed to the Brooklyn Bridge.  Why wouldn't he sell me his own warped vision of the spirit world?

I mean, I was just another stumbling follower enamored at Bill Duby's odd psychic abilities (which, as it turned out, were as false as any phony faith healer) and stand-in for a guy Bill didn't like.

What was it that had Bill so tied up, he had to use anything but brute force to run his scam on me?

Steve Sanchez believes Bill saw a strong moral foundation in me.  I do admit to have attended church regularly until my teen years, where I got really tired of hearing it every week.  Actually I only got tired of hearing my same old church deliver the same message in the same mind-numbing manner every week.  It wasn't just me, several younger people were bored of the delivery.  Despite my frustration over the delivery, I never gave up the fundamental teachings and values I learned there.

Those fundamental values are so strong, I get pissed when I see someone being treated unfairly or if someone suffers from the ignorance or neglect of others.  Run quickly if I see you bullying another.  I carry the world's nastiest pepper spray and an expandable steel baton for just such events.

And I really don't care how others perceive me while I carry out my moral and civic duty to act.  Honestly.  Ask Joy.  I have done one thing after another to assist someone in need.  Sometimes that means giving a helping hand to those in need.  Sometimes, it means swinging a hand across the face of the person causing trouble.  Having values doesn't always mean you stop dead in your tracks and meditate while someone is being beaten or neglected.  It means you act, using your moral base as a guide.  And yes, kicking some ass may be necessary.  If you were being mugged for your grocery money, would you rather I ask that your attacker join me in visualizing an end to violence or would you rather I take a baseball bat to the prick?

As for Bill's fear of making me mad, his prophecy was not realized until well after I left.  Not until after I was able to start this blog.  And it didn't culminate until the Witches of Ellsworth decided to file suit against myself and my wife for defamation.

The Witches of Ellsworth sent the most ferocious and unwarranted letter demanding the removal of this blog, saying that I defamed them because, well, because I told the world the truth about what was happening there.  Their attorney improperly used my private information (I had once hired him as my personal attorney) to intimidate me into capitulation saying the Witches of Ellsworth would take me to court and force me to give them my home (and they get mad when I say they steal the homes of their followers - what do you think?).

Do the leaders of the Spiritual Rights Foundation conduct themselves honestly, dutifully, honorably and within the law?  Does the last paragraph give you a clue to the answer?

Not only did they want to shut down this blog, they wanted me to identify and disclose contact information of all Anonymous posters (never mind that I have no idea who the Anonymous posters really are, because they are, you know, Anonymous).  They wanted to file suit against the 99 John and Jane Does who read and participate on the blog.  They were, in effect, trying to declare war on every ex-member of the Academy for Psychic Studies who exercised his or her right to free speech, guaranteed by the very same Constitution that allows the Academy for Psychic Studies to exist.

Now, THAT pissed me off.

As usual, the Witches of Ellsworth expected their targets to cower in the fetal position fearing the spiritual retribution that only the Witches of Ellsworth could conjure from their cauldron of evil.  The Witches of Ellsworth were rubbing their gnarled hands together, salivating over their anticipated victory.

They never got it.

Instead of a swift victory, they got slapped across the face by the even hand of justice.  And justice doesn't wear kid gloves.

That scared the Witches of Ellsworth.

Their idiotic move served only to promote our cause: to give more credibility to this blog, more exposure to the evil practices of the Spiritual Rights Foundation, and focus on SRF even more public disapproval.

And they never got a chance to silence those who must speak and we SLAPP-ed them across the face with all the lies, distortions and just plain bogus crap they have been foisting on the public for years.

Today, the Academy for Psychic Studies and the Spiritual Rights Foundation are a shadow of their former selves.  Ex-members are becoming more and more open about the abuse.  More members are leaving.  Fewer prospective members are joining.

I wrote to a young woman who enjoyed the classes, readings, healings and the so-very-nice people at the San Jose Psychic Academy.  She liked it so much, she was ready to join the "Year Class" blindly, as we all did.

This situation was untenable to me.  I wrote her and gave her some things to think about and some things to consider.  She replied to me (which was a shocker) and promised to do some research into the place - like read this blog.

I hope she considers this information and makes up her mind to stay away from SRF.  I hope she thinks twice before joining the "Year Class" - I think me telling her our "Year Class" lasted up to ten years opened her eyes.  She thought she'll be done in 9 months.

That soul may be saved because of information.  Our information.  The information we can share here on this blog and elsewhere.

And ultimately, that may be the real reason Bill Duby had to treat me "with kid gloves".  I think Bill was afraid.  Afraid of what might happen to his cash cow, the Spiritual Rights Foundation, if he made me mad and I spoke out.  Afraid his Witches of Ellsworth would be more occupied with fighting me than miking the cash cow.  Afraid that more and more and more people would be able to hear our side of the story.  Afraid that more people will find the truth and that he couldn't do a thing to stop it.

They can't do a thing to stop it.  Our freedom to speak is guaranteed - no matter how much the Witches of Ellsworth hate what we say.  They tried to stop us and failed.  Our stories are true, our opinions are our own and no one can stop us from speaking out.

That doesn't stop the fear.  I understand it.  I felt it.  Many of you still do.  Many of us react strongly to what is written here, while they despise the Spiritual Rights Foundation and all they have done to disrupt and destroy lives.  Many are still silent, reading but unable to speak out.  I can understand that, but think about it: while you can still protest in silence, you heal only when you can tell someone, somewhere, in private or not that you are a cult survivor.

One day, Bill walked near me and I felt a sudden wave of discomfort and fear.  It was evident.  I am not one who finds it easy to hide my emotions.  Especially when it comes to how I feel about another.  Bill stopped and said, "hey, do I scare you?".

Not any more Bill.  Nor do your Witches scare me.

And I won't let them scare anyone else.

2 comments:

steve said...

Yes indeed. In a matter completely separate from SRF that Mike confided to me, I have seen him be the one person to act, under a lot of pressure, to help a teen. He stood up and took action with the school invlolved, without being ovemeddling, or over concerned with the consequences to himself. He simply did the right thing, and directly or indirectly good came out of it. Now the girl is starting to think about her life, instead of being self-destructive. She is starting to stand up to negative influences herself. In fact I used this particular instance in a sermon as someone who stands up to hereditary evil and initiates a process of regeneration. I compared it to Isaiah when he was inundated by the inequities of his people, and the angel came to him and put the coal in his mouth and he began to prophecy. The Lord said, 'who will take my message to the people', and Isaiah said, "I will". I believe Mike's moral fiber helped to listen to the Holy Spirit. This comes from his Buddhist upbringing, which teaches a lot about wholesomeness, and his love for Christ. Mike and Joy also stood up to the SRF bullies. He stood up to them firmly and soundly, kept his wits about him, and did the right thing. He defended his and our right to speak our truth about our experience. He also keeps his commitments, and is helping many people. It is particularly difficult to stand up to a cult as a former member, because their whole effort is to instill in the member fear of themselves and of the consequences of speaking out. A lot of people who leave just get really agitated and angry, and don't find a functional way to deal with it. This blog helps a great deal. I am thankful to Mike for standing up, and count him as a great friend. Steve Sanchez

April 24, 2010 7:51 PM 

PsychDoctorate said...

I also applaud Mike (and Steve to) for standing up to this incredibly destructive and ultimately dysfunctional organization. I for one cannot stand bullies or unfair treatment. When I first started my own blog about BPI, I got a few reponses, but as time passed, more and more people came out and said the same thing; It is a cult and they don't like the way they were treated there. No it is not like SRF, but the foundation is the exact same. Lewis S Bostwick took from Scientology and created BPI, then Bill Duby coppied from BPI to create his own little shop of horrors. We once supported it, wholeheartedly I might add, but in retrospect we found out that we were giving to the wrong places. Even today, as I surf the net, I find names of ministers whom I used to know at the institute. They make no mention of their inovlement whatsoever. Either out of embarassment, shame or other feelings (rage and disgust). Few speak out publicly. As I have freed myself from the mind control poison of BPI, I began finding my own moral and ethical backbone again. One of my exes told me that it was there all along and he saw it all the time and was very proud of me. Even today I am still friends with this man even though we have not seen one another in 10 years. Knowing that I made that much of an impact on him and today we are still friends means a lot to me. And it also said to me that I probably never let go of my moral backbone ever, even through the hardships and abuse I have taken. They say that the more one sticks to their principles, the stronger and more peaceful they become. They also start to become more centered, focused and empowered. Although some of us who stick to our princpiles will be ostracized and go it alone, we are not affraid of lonliness. We are in a way fulfilled that helps us tolerate the solitude. Don't be affraid to stick to your principles, it will eventually take you far!

April 25, 2010 11:27 PM 

The Reverend Bill Duby Triple Play

So, I won't use any worn-out baseball terms like
"play ball", "batter up"  and "our national pastime"
and just say, "It's a hot chick in a Phillies jersey."
What you want to say about the hot dog is up to you.

We all know how Bill Duby would insert himself into your personal relationships.  We've all seen how he created marriages and pseudo-romantic relationships between random men and women - like the thing the bastard did to me and his unfortunate mind-controlled female victim. 

We have also seen how Bill would so freely employ racial epithets (explaining he is lighting up family programming pictures so as to provide his own secret brand of spiritual healing) you'd have to wonder if he was doing it for his own enjoyment and perverse entertainment.  Actually, I guess it really was for his own enjoyment and perverse entertainment.

Bill's use of racial stereotypes and epithets that would have got him stabbed if used on the street were accepted with gusto and laughter in the mind-controlled environment of his Spiritual Rights Foundation.  After all, as the wretched followers were under mind control and the constant threat of an immediate spiritual and subsequent physical death if any of his "healing secrets" were revealed.

So, what if Bill's evil trilogy of mind control, relationship interference and racism were combined in one single episode?

Below is an excerpt from Steve Sanchez's book Spiritual Perversion.  Believe it or not, Bill Duby was able to show his offensive side, his controlling nature and his devious behavior all in fell swoop:

One day in the afternoon *****, *****, *****, and I were in the center room with a few others where ***** was leading a psychic cleanout after an afternoon reading. Rev. Bill came in and started joking around and teasing everyone as he so often did.

***** and ***** had recently gotten married. Rev. Bill had counseled them for countless hours on how to deal with each other as he did with all couples. Not long after marrying, ***** began to have her first complaints about *****. She was an attractive black woman. ***** was a very soft spoken, mild mannered and good looking man of German descent.

Rev. Bill said to *****’s face, “You know, don’t you, *****, that I put you together with this man. When Robin said she liked ***** and he fit her fantasy of a guy she would like to run off to Europe with - that was it for me! I wasn’t going to let her hear the end of it. I talked about it so much I knew she would be too inhibited to do anything. But I knew I had to get that guy married off and you were the best candidate. I arranged the whole thing. That’s the kind of guy I am.”

Bill watched her face as she took this in and chuckled to himself with a confident, amused gleam in his eye. I had heard him say this before, but not to her face. I watched ***** to see her reaction. She was a very sweet woman in many ways. She had been in the hospital a lot and recovered from Myasthenia Gravis while in the teaching. She was one of Rev. Ang’s favorites. At times she could be very defensive, angry, and confrontational. She turned red, and then after some hesitation laughed it off. I was infuriated for her.

I thought, what a horrible thing to say, and what a horrible thing to do, to mess with her life like that for his personal interests. Meanwhile, with supreme confidence, Rev. Bill kept talking to ***** and *****. “*****, *****’s been telling the women that you are not doing it for her in bed. Has anyone told you about this?”

***** laughed shyly, “I heard a little.”

Bill replied, “This is a hot woman you got on your hands, a hot black woman at that. She can handle a lot of fuckin’! Listen - let me give you a picture of how to do this.” Then he “joked,” saying, “You string her up in a barn and fuck her brains out like she is your nigger slave and you are her master.”

Having no idea what else to do ***** laughed awkwardly. He assumed Rev. Bill was just lighting up his pictures so they could be de-energized.

So here's what happened: this guy turned up the heat.  Soon after, Bill put this couple's personal intimate life on display for all.  Stomach-turning descriptions of Bill's perverted spiritual insight on a portion of his follower's life he had no right to intrude or invitation to discuss.  In any event, even if invited, Bill should have bound himself to the well-established practice of cleric confidentiality.

As this couple's marriage progressed, we were all privy to all their ups and downs.  The "triumphs" of their marriage were, without exception, attributed to the divine (did I say "divine"?  I meant to say "depraved") intervention of Bill Duby.  Their normal and reconcilable downs of their marriage were presented as a spiritual failure to accept the healing hands of Duby and most often, the husband condemned as the culprit sabotaging Bill's idiotic and destructive work.

As we watched their marriage, we greeted the birth of their first child with cheers.  However, only a short time later we learned there was a second child on the way.  The first child was only a few months old.  Instead of providing compassionate support for the couple while acknowledging telling the husband to keep doing the horizontal hula as often as possible, Bill Duby and his Witches of Ellsworth Street created an air of scandal, rebellion and foul behavior around this pregnancy.

While excoriating the husband in one of Bill's infamous all-night healing sessions where he not only vented his considerable anger with personal insults, degradation and threats of loss of all things dear to you, he denied telling the husband to start acting like had all of Tiger Woods' women in one bedroom.  Bill began to rant and rave about "responsibility".  He pontificated until dawn about the need for responsibility to all present with such force, one of his most mind-controlled and addled sycophants created posters made with the image of the Statue of Liberty and a slogan about responsibility.

After being waterboarded, the wretched husband was turned over to the Witches of Ellsworth's Kangaroo Kourt for sentencing and summary conviction.  For him, he was thrown out of his home and forced into an old recreational vehicle some distance away from his family.  His exile lasted for months and months during which time he engaged in reform through labor at the Witches' penal colony "The Blue Sky Ranch" in Bethel Island.  As I recall, he was only allowed back home after the birth of their second child.

Now from the husband's perspective, they did discuss having a second child sooner rather than later.  I'll grant you  the second pregnancy may have happened a bit too early for some but I know couples who did plan their families with similar timing.  Maybe the pregnancy carried risks due to the wife MG - but she did experience an incident-free first pregnancy and was not exhibiting symptoms of MG.  Besides, wasn't she the one who was pressing for a good deal more frequency and performance in the married person area?  Maybe a brief word like: "I picked up some great things at the drugstore for us." might have been more helpful and productive.  Even the kind of discussion a married couple can have about their relationship and sexuality would have been far more useful than risking an unplanned pregnancy and drawing the wrath of persons like Bill Duby and the Witches of Ellsworth Street who have no vested interest nor any moral, legal or any other right to dictate a couple's conduct in the intimate or other area - much less impose penalties and punishments to a spouse who may have caused offense only within his or her own marriage.

Taking in the whole picture, using a balanced, well-informed and truly objective, NEUTRAL position is completely unknown at the Spiritual Rights Foundation.  Such a fair and balance view would not advance their cause of domination and control through intimidation and would allow the possibility the followers would employ unwanted and unnecessary humanity and compassion for their fellow man.

So if you've got the yen to join up, go right ahead.  What you see above is my own observation.  Yours may differ.  In fact, it will be different - until you find yourself facing the Witches after you have offended their tender sensibilities.  In what way you've caused offense will be up to the Witches and it changes depending on the phase of the moon, so I won't be able to predict what that might be nor can I predict their prescribed retribution and penalties.

However, I can predict you'll face the Witches' Kangaroo Kourt while you are imprisoned at the Spiritual Rights Foundation as we all have.  You won't have the need for legal counsel as you won't have any rights to protect.  Come to think of it, once you are dragged in front of the Kangaroo Kourt, you won't have anything left to protect at all.

Especially your family.

 

The Two Faces of The Academy for Psychic Studies

Robin, learn how to spell!

 I ran across this comment just the other day.  In it, the commenter illustrates how the Witches of Ellsworth Street maintain one kind of public face: caring, warm, nourishing while displaying a very different face privately.

How about if I just sit back and let you read this gem of a comment.

Anonymous said...

I know the guy who left in rancor as you described. He saw the hypocrisy going on among the two top people in the organization and how they were manipulative in there dealings with people.

He was verbally attacked by his sister for not relinquishing his passenger seat to an older woman in the church who was riding in a truck full of kids. The sister tried getting her daughter into the truck, so they can kick out the older woman and put her into the guys car.

Mind you, this was during a church sponsored retreat.

He wasn't feeling well and he was pressured by his sister to get her into his car. When he finally gave in, the sister was insulted by his slow reaction to her command and told him in front of other church retreaters FUCK YOU!

He left the retreat immediately.

She denied saying this to him, but finally copped to it later on.

A woman of God can't be bothered by small trivial things like compassion, patience, because they are not in her position I guess?

She then didn't personally apologize to him when they tried to hash things out, because she was to busy ranting for 40 minutes about how much pressure she was under.

He was finally given an apology like the politicians or sport athletes give which is written out for them by there publicist or lawyer. I'm sorry if I offended anyone, blah blah blah!

He too was blackballed by the rest of the congregation. In fact, he was told that his sister and another church elder spun that meeting into there version and made him look like he was a big baby and wouldn't listen to reason.

I guess there reason is to lie to the rest of the congregation to make you look like the victim.

They since have not spoken from what I heard. He is sad that the people holding onto these lies are the ones who have them planted into them by the higher ups in the organization.

Can you imagine taking orders from two woman who haven't worked in over 40 years, and think they are business savvy and spiritually enlightened ordering people around based on lies?

He said the sister Robin and friend Angela are grooming her daughter to take over in the 10 years or so, and they demand respect for her daughter like she is royalty already.

The daughter is quickly becoming a game player and insulting adults and other children still in the church.

The daughter is being taught to stay away from certain people in the church, which Robin and Angela are smiling at the same time and telling them how wonderful they are to be around.

Two faces of SRF.....starring Robin and Angela...Deceit and conceit!

December 10, 2008 11:14 AM

Here's a video from none other than Psychdoctorate, who describes how Steve Sanchez's book "Spiritual Perversion" isn't just an accurate account of the perverted goings-on at SRF, Bill Duby's training ground was the prototype for a lot of the things Bill did to us.

Take a Class, Take Your Life

 I like that - a big glass means fewer trips to the bar!

Now if I can just solve that men's room problem...

There are no accidents in the universe.

It's another one of those axioms regurgitated from the lips of the SRF Faithful.  What it really means is anyone's guess.  What the SRF Faithful think it means is anyone's guess as well.

At any rate, the Faithful and the Formally-Faithful socialize now and then.  Well, I guess it's only the Formally-Faithful.  The SRF Faithful spend their time running in circles like headless barnyard animals trying to avoid the cold steel of the leadership's axe.

Or maybe they are running in circles because they MET the leader's axe.



People talk about things all the time.  It's especially good when those things are related to the vile, dysfunctional and self-serving practices of the Spiritual Rights Foundation and the Academy for Psychic Studies in San Jose and Berkeley.  As Justice Brandeis said: “Sunlight is the best disinfectant”

Talking about SRF may be painful at times.  Well actually, it's crazy.  Crazy because all the nutty, bizarre, contradictory and weird behavior perpetrated by the leaders of SRF just makes you shake your head in disbelief.  It make you wonder if they are really psychotic, not psychic.  It makes you wonder if they need the kind of mental health treatment they say the rest of us need.  But most of all, it makes you wonder how you fell into the convoluted, selfish agenda of the SRF mentality and how it could be that good people continue to get dragged into that morass.

During one of those talks between ex-members, something came up.  Something that made me just hang my jaw in mid-air at the amazing circumstances.

An ex-member couple have a son.  Despite his exposure to SRF, he's able to lead a very normal life.  That's very impressive news.  Not all children of cult families can accomplish that.  In fact, he mustered the strength to resist the cult's attempts to draw him in deeper and deeper into their deadly web of exploitation.

In the course of him being, well, a young man, he met a nice young woman.  A very nice young woman.  Nice enough to date. And nice enough to tell mom and dad about. 

So far, so good.

In the course of dating, the topic of what they do when they are not together came up.

The young woman revealed she was attending a "Clairvoyant Training Program" at an old Victorian House in Berkeley.

The young man (after getting his heart started again) gasped "uh, what's the name of this place?" To which the young woman replied "Spiritual Rights Foundation".

Once he picked himself off the ground, it seemed like a good time to talk to mom and dad (and if you are like me, all you are probably really happy this young adult man would go seek their advice).

But before that, he would need a little more information.  So he pressed on.

The young woman revealed that she was in the "Year Class" for more than a year.  A lot more.  And that she actually inquired of the leaders about when and how she would "graduate" as a "minister".  She never got an answer.  Even after asking for a graduation (believing in good faith she met the requirements) she was turned down.

Even worse, she complained that she was forced to pay for classes the leaders cancelled.  The cult leaders explained: even if SRF did not provide the class "education" they promised her, she was "in the energy" that day even if there was no class to attend.

And to SRF, that "energy" has a price.  Your money is your energy, you know.  So if SRF expended the energy to cancel a class on you, you have to replace their energy with your hard-earned money by paying for a cancelled class.   Yep, makes sense to me.

After hearing this tale, the parents made the suggestion that this young woman should just plain get the hell out of Dodge.  They thought they could inform her of the dysfunction, exploitation and outright greed of the place, hoping reason will snap her out of her malaise.  At no time was that young woman marginalized, demonized or demeaned - she probably got enough of that from the cult.  And they respected their son's desire to form and maintain a good relationship with her.  A tip of the hat to them for not demanding their son leave the young woman immediately.

What happened after that is not yet known.  With luck, the young woman will have left that painful cult experience and moved on to living her life with a young man with a good head on his shoulders and a strong heart in his chest.

But as leaving that horrible, exploitative, disruptive and irredeemable organization is as hard as recovering from that experience, I wouldn't be surprised if she is still there, faithfully arriving for classes that are canceled at the last minute and wondering if she can ever reach the brass ring of spiritual knowledge.

Now, you have to keep in mind that what I relate above is coming to me through a fairly long channel and the details may show some differences between my writing and what actually happened.

But, I think the gist of this post is dead on:  there is a young woman stuck in the endless, frustrating and nearly inescapable SRF Death March to a goal she may never be allowed to reach.


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In case that same young woman wants to hear the other side of the story - the side of the people who attended those canceled classes and pursued that spiritual education for year after endless year; from those who have felt the frustration and pain of the relentless struggle to maintain their sanity in that insane environment, I'm re-posting the following article on the never-ending classes at the Academy for Psychic Studies / Spiritual Rights Foundation:



The Academy for Psychic Studies is the arm of the Spiritual Rights Foundation that was formed to provide spiritual education to the public and its members.

Most of us had encountered the Spiritual Rights Foundation by way of the Academy for Psychic Studies. I have no idea why it makes sense to have a organization of a separate name to conduct spiritual education. The Academy and SRF were actually one and the same.

Classes and workshops were presented in the name of the Academy for Psychic Studies but oddly, the instructors were all ministers ordained by the Spiritual Rights Foundation. "Donations" for classes were paid directly to the Spiritual Rights Foundation, not the Academy.

Basic classes were six weeks long. Workshops, only two. Six week classes cost $140 at last look, two week workshops were $60. Those prices may have changed up or down. Probably up.

The six week classes teach the techniques of grounding, running energy and blowing roses among other topics. While there was strong emphasis on learning the basic techniques, the fundamental theory, the basic spiritual principles, were never presented. Apart from saying that the meditative and visualization techniques made you feel better, there was no real presentation of how this all works. No explanation other than it moves bad energy from your space. No sense of how these techniques are based in theological, medical or any other theory. You just had to take it on faith or leave.

Beaten into our head was the saying: To those who believe, no explanation is necessary. To those who do not believe, no explanation is possible.

I'll add this: To those who ask why, no explanation is given. To those who are asked to explain, you, well, ummm, errr... just get the fuck back in your goddamn body and ground you fucking transmedium.

Once you received training in the basic techniques, you were now eligible for admission to the prestigious Clairvoyant Training Program. In the CTP, you will develop the skill of reading the color and picture contained in the human aura and make interpretations based on what you see. The training cost some $2000 to join plus some $250 a month, over $75 a month (in lieu of performing monthly hours of word), expenses related to "field trips", fees for "retreats" as well as related expenses such as gas and meals (the training schedule is rigorous enough that there is little time for more than a quick gulp of fast food much less a healthy meal and you tend to be in the road a lot, travelling to fairs and other events to have your psychic skills paraded in front of the public).

The unofficial name for the Clairvoyant Training Program was "the year class". As originally conceived, the CTP was to last just about a year. Over time, the "year class" began to elongate. it went from a year to eighteen months to two years and eventually to as long as the leadership wanted to keep you there. My contemporaries and myself were in that class for over a decade.

As before, the need to practice the techniques are reinforced almost daily. But the spiritual or psychic basis for the need to conduct that kind of technique was never disclosed. Nor did anyone have the courage (or maybe insanity) to ask. Our job was to sit in trance and learn how to put the techniques into practice.

Only after I looked at the blog and YouTube page by Psychdoctorate did I realize the basic techniques of running energy, blowing roses and grounding were indeed the basic foundations of mind control and mental illness. With Bill Duby being there to encourage and inspire us to continue to practice and intensify our dedication in the program, we were under his spell without even knowing it.

He said often that he did not want to have a program like that at the Berkeley Psychic Institute where people went through in two years. He wanted to have a community of people instead.

Bill got a community all right. And we got a prison. Leaving was strongly opposed. Staying "in the energy" by remaining in the "year class" was encouraged daily. Even if that "year class" took more than a decade. Staying in the class (and under Bill's control) was emphasized so much that we were led into exercises intended to eliminate the desire to be anywhere but in class.

Even though the door was open, we could not leave. Our hearts, our minds our very sense of self was controlled by a madman named Bill Duby. The Clairvoyant Training Program was just the thing he needed to accomplish the mind control he desired.


Once released from your indeterminate confinement in the CTP, you would be presented with a ministerial title. And yet another class. The minister's class.

The minister's class was originally intended to train ministers in the art of psychic ministry. The teachers there were usually senior ministers - those who had been ministers at SRF and who rose through the ranks.

It became a forum to study the works of Emanuel Swedenborg and whatever Bill Duby was reading at the time. Again, everyone was required to purchase the materials and learn the contents by rote without any reason or explanation. Costs for the minister's class were higher than the Clairvoyant Training Program. A higher initial payment, higher monthly payments, a more demanding requirement to work for the cult, more demands to attend special events (many "SRF parties" were not only mandatory for ministers to attend, the ministers were also required to purchase from the supermarket food and drink to provide for this event with money from their own pockets).

The minister's class lasted a lifetime. Or at least your lifetime as a minster of the Spiritual Rights Foundation and teacher at the Academy for Psychic Studies. Many would prefer to make that lifetime as short as possible and bailed out before things got worse.

The rest stayed in the hope of achieving the enlightenment and satisfaction that being a minister can bring. Those people "advanced" to the Academy for Psychic Studies "Revelations Class" taught by the founder, Rev. Bill Duby himself.

Like the other classes at the Academy for Psychic Studies, the Revelations Class began as an attempt at biblical education. The class was formed to study the contents and meaning of the Book of Revelations in the Bible. Like other classes, Revelations Class required substantial payments. And like the other classes, the "Rev Class" degenerated into something completely different. Something scarier and sinister.

The fact is, Bill saw betrayal and deception everywhere. Everywhere but himself, that is. And there was no better place to find the true Judas of the cult than in his own Revelations Class. Ministers who served Bill and SRF were roasted in front of their peers. And that roasting was not in fun as the Friars Club would. It's more like being sandwiched in a George Foreman Grill.

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In "Spiritual Perversion"  Steve Sanchez writes:


In Revelation Class that night Rev. Bill started berating the ministers for being phonies and not promoting the Academy. This scared me, and I finally acknowledged the constant underlying feeling that I needed to do something about it. I really didn’t want to be part of the class

In Revelation Class and others, ***** was berated heavy-duty two or three nights a week. He was in a strange position. He performed several important functions for the Academy, but he was looked down on by everyone.

Bill started teaching from the “other Bible,” ... He was reading about how the giants had perverted and corrupted the holy church of heaven, but then he said, “*****, every week you come in here spewing hate with a phony smile on. That perverts the church. You are getting fatter and lazier because you are in denial. Always in denial, everything is always someone else's fault. All these bitches are complaining about you, saying you are always late and don’t want to pitch in and do any work around here. They resent that, and rightfully so. You hate the farm, don’t you?” ***** didn’t say anything but her face twisted in confusion, pain, shame, and anger.

Bill continued, looking back deeply at *****, “You are getting fatter and lazier because you are in denial. All that anger is making you puff up because the body is psychic. It has to have some way of protecting itself from YOU, the resident spirit. Your body is going to hate you for doing this. You need to get some exercise out here. All these other people are doing it. They are all busy. Some of them have kids, too. They manage. You know what the energy is, don’t you, *****? You guys forget—I can read!”

He was starting to boil, and then suddenly said with intense fury, “I can read SHIT up a gnat’s ASS! You stupid motherfuckers! But you guys don’t believe it, do you? I’ll tell you what the energy is, since you don’t have the courage to admit it. I warned you all many times, every time I have to solve your problem for you, you lose the spirit of self-discovery and I take a piece of your soul energy.”

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The above excerpt illustrates the every day occurrences in the Revelations class. No real exploration for meaning, no discovery of revelations and no bible study. Just the spewing of vile, perverted and delusional hate and degradation.

After Bill's death in 2001, we all expected that much of the intense and insane behavior would end. However, it didn't. The Revelations Class remained the pinnacle of verbal abuse and degradation - even with Bill pushing up daisies.

Angela Silva and Robin DuMolin made the attempt to fill Bill's shoes and continue his legacy of insanity and unrestrained hate in the Revelations class. But since the mind control Bill practiced was his and his alone, their attempts fell flat. It didn't matter.  They went on spitting in people's face anyway, because there is no one to tell them to stop.  If you don't believe it, just sign up for a FREE sit-in session with the Clairvoyant Training Program.  You'll be sitting in the Revelations class in ten year's time.

Since the two leaders are pretty dense, it took a while for them to notice how much Bill's spell was falling away from all but the most weary among the members.  The membership has been going down lower and lower every year.  And there are fewer and fewer willing to take the plunge to fill their ranks.

So, if you do decide that now is the time for a class at the Academy for Psychic Studies, decide carefully. Based on what I and many others saw and experienced, taking more than the basic classes may give you more than the spiritual enlightenment and inner peace you were promised.

In fact, my recommendation is to get no more involved than a free healing and a copy of a newsletter. You can start the barbecue with the newsletter. Or line the birdcage with it.


And the free healing is good for a laugh.


A few observations:


The Year Class - it lasts a decade

Minister's Class - it takes a lifetime

Revelations Class - you want to take your life

The Academy for Psychic Studies - Before and After

At the height of Angela Silva's arrogance and overall mean behavior, she not only ran around in a fury angry at those who decided to give the finger when compelled to give a tithe.  She was also angry at anyone who might even think of doing the same - which would be just about everyone else.


Before this blog rolled around, Angela was pissed she couldn't get her hands on the home my wife deserved and the modest nest egg we had would be kept for ourselves.  So, when she discovered Joy and I were telling our side of the story in a manner totally protected by the First Amendment of the United States of America, Angela did the thing that just comes naturally to her:

Wicked Witch of the West Angela went to Nasty Nerd of the North Robin Dumolin and concocted a plan that would certainly bring their common enemy to their knees and make the Witches of Ellsworth Street even more feared, powerful and untouchable.


Too bad for them the following happened:

So with so many formerly-faithful throwing bucket after bucket of cold water on the Witches, how much of them is left to melt?


You'd think the Witches would get a clue and get on their broom and fly their asses to the nearest hollow tree.  

Not exactly.

They are still maintaining a presence in San Jose - maybe it's because the lease hasn't run out yet.  The Berkeley HQ is still operating with a skeleton staff (and if they are worked half as hard as we expect, they'll look like ones too - well one of them might).  The Blue Sky Ranch Rev. Bill Duby swindled from a widow is void of horses (perhaps other animals too) and is sinking into the swamp.


Why they are still at it beats me.  However, I am glad they are trying to keep this demented and useless organization together.

You are probably wondering just what in hell I am thinking.  It's this: the more they hang on, the more it will cost them.  The more they try, the more futile their efforts.  Of course, the more this blog and so many of the escapees of SRF speak out, the more prospective victims will hear our side of the story.

So, let's help Angela Silva, Robin Dumolin keep their Academy for Psychic Studies for a long time.  Let's also help them keep believing so many in the world love and admire them (and as long as there is one sycophant ass-kisser in the world, they will) while we continue to reveal the truth about their motives (which is pretty damn easy).  Let's let them believe the riches they deserve is around the corner, then laugh as they scoop up fool's gold.

The Academy for Psychic Studies is taking a standing 8-count and looks a little wobbly.  I think it won't be long before they are not able to answer the bell.