Today's Guest Post comes from "Anonymous". And for you Academy For Psychic Studies blog police, that means "without a name". That also means: I don't know have this author's name and this piece was not written by me.
So in short, you tin-can cosmic cops can go back to the Witches of Ellsworth and tell them you aren't getting anything out of me except another rolled-up newspaper whacked on their hairy noses.
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For those who are interested in this post and real news and opinion, I'll give you a little fill-in: Bill Duby fleeced yet another widow out of a valuable asset while still in mourning. The "Blue Sky Ranch" in Bethel Island, CA was purchased from a woman who lost her husband suddenly at a fire-sale price. The "Blue Sky Ranch" in Bethel Island, CA wasn't owned by SRF at that time. The officially recorded deed says the "Blue Sky Ranch" in Bethel Island, CA is actually owned by Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin - respectively the President and Vice President of the Spiritual Rights Foundation (AKA Academy for Psychic Studies). Oddly, this dysfunctional duo transferred the "Blue Sky Ranch" to the Spiritual Rights Foundation in 2010.
Confusing? Yeah, I'm scratching my head too.
Unfortunately, while the transfer may have been intended to show the public the Blue Sky Ranch in Bethel Island is the blessed and holy space of the Spiritual Rights Foundation, a title search (and my winning legal case against them) shows the property was purchased by the Witches of Ellsworth Street well before it was transferred to SRF.
Transferring this property to a non-profit corporation controlled by the same two women who owned the Blue Sky Ranch in Bethel Island CA in the first place looks pretty unusual to say the least. If you were someone who had no information, no experience and no knowledge of the Witches and saw the property was transferred from Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva to the non-profit corporation THEY OPERATE, well, if you weren't a little leery, you'd deserve to face the subsequent shitstorm without an umbrella. Those who do know them aren't leery - we're either shaking our heads in disgust or heaving a glass across the room in exasperation.
Some of it is because of this looks like just another one of Robin and Angela's hare-brained and transparent schemes to make their practices look good on the surface, it's also because all this time, all the time Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva owned the Blue Sky Ranch in Bethel Island, we were told it was "the people's farm" and we people were responsible for it.
Although the Blue Sky Ranch currently looks a bit on the dilapidated side what with the weeds knee-high, fences sagging, paint faded and peeling and buildings looking more than a little weathered, it wasn't because there was no attention paid to the premises by the followers of the Spiritual Rights Foundation.
From the day the deal was closed, we lowly followers gave money, worked, paid to attend retreats, worked, paid to have weddings, worked more, paid to feed animals, worked our evenings and weekends, paid to purchase farm and construction equipment, worked on holidays, paid for construction materials, worked even more, paid for landscaping and even had to haul away garbage as a way to pay back the cosmic debt we owed to the Spiritual Rights Foundation, which Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin helpfully brought to our attention. As those two operated SRF when they owned the Blue Sky Ranch, I guess it's not hard to say who was really benefiting from our back-breaking spiritual labors.
I personally installed floor coverings in the main house - tiles for the first floor of questionable legal status and parquet flooring for the second floor where a dormitory was located. No, I wasn't paid a dime nor was I ever offered even a thin sandwich but I would have liked to have admired my work by staying in the dormitory overnight. Unfortunately, the windows there were so small (only wide enough to stick a hand through) spending a night there was something like a night in San Quentin.
Still, despite the demand from the Witches to provide free labor to the Blue Sky Ranch, we worked, and worked and worked until we were so exhausted from work we looked forward to staying up all night plying our psychic skills to repel psychic attacks on the ranch.
So after we expended all that effort, time, money and more money on a farm "the people" of SRF could not and never did own, the thought of seeing it sink into the swamp of the Sacramento River Delta is a satisfying sight.
There are several more stories of the Silva/Dumolin farm. As they turn up, they will appear on this blog. And if you have one (or many) go ahead and send it. You can stay anonymous.
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The cult had purchased some land on the Bethel Island, CA that they wanted to use as a farm animal wholesale business. The basic idea was to buy goats and horses wholesale at auction and sell them retail to the public. The cult leader Reverend Bill would boast that he could buy a goat for $30 and sell it quickly for $90.
Bethel Island is a small city located on the Sacramento River Delta. It’s basically a swamp that floods in the rainy season and thick with mosquitoes in the summer. The soil there is soft because it is next to the river and the ground water is close to the surface because it is next to the river.
The farm land the cult purchased was located on a flood plain. The previous owner rolled a mobile home on it for a residence many years earlier. Reverend Bill called his farm The Blue Sky Ranch.
Everyone who bought a property on Bethel Island knew that they would have to raise their houses to be legal with the local zoning unless they had been grandfathered in and already exempt from this law. All the neighbors raised their houses on stilts to make them above the flood plain. Because the previous owner put his mobile home on the lot before the ordinance was passed, he was grandfathered.
When Rev. Bill died, he had been fighting with the Bethel Island government saying that he was exempt from raising the mobile home. His only reason was: he should be exempt because he didn’t want to do it and if he did it, it would make him look stupid because he was too careless to research the local ordinances before he bought the property. Is egomania a good reason for exemption?
Now that he was dead, it was up to the Witches of Ellsworth to fulfill his vision of a profitable ranch animal business. They had to make the mobile home legal by raising it on stilts.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t order their cult members to do it because nobody knew how. They needed a contractor who knew how to do it. They would have to spend some of their big bank account (which they hated to do).
Most people would find a good local contractor and make a good deal. This is not the way the cult leaders think. They are used to total control and soaking their cult members for free labor and all their money. First on the leaders minds was getting the better part of the deal and leave the contractor holding the short end of the stick.
They did find a competent local contractor, a nice guy who thought that they were honest like they carefully presented themselves. He went to work building a foundation.
They didn’t leave him alone to do the work, though. As he worked, the local contractor was distracted by a parade of cult women in shorts and low tops. They were very friendly to him. The women brought drinks out to him and stood up close so he could get a good view of their female charms.
Most of the women were not beauty queens but the Witches of Ellsworth just wanted smiling women wearing short shorts with bulges they could jiggle (and that jiggling was not exactly in the most attractive of places - ed.). He invited them over to his house for a pool party. As a group they accepted.
Somehow the cult had persuaded these women that it was their duty to encourage the contractor to work harder than he had to. Those women were convinced if they could show the local contractor a little bit of themselves he would do more for the money the Witches of Ellsworth were paying (which was money they got from the followers). The Witches thought they could get a lot more work out of the contractor and maybe he would forget to charge for some of his work. What happened was completely different.
When the contractor figured out they were not really that interested in him but what they could get out of him, his enthusiasm for the project waned. The time line on the project slipped and the house was not raised even 6 months later.
The cult leaders fumed because their tactics had backfired. They bad mouthed the contractor around the cult and painted themselves as the victims. When the house finally was raised 7 months later, the cult leaders insisted that a second staircase be included in the project. The contractor built the second staircase, assuming that he would be paid.
Instead of paying him, the cult had one of their culties (who was a contractor but not qualified to do the job) meet with the local contractor and insist that he was not entitled to be paid for this addition to the contract.
The cult contractor insisted that he was knowledgeable about the cost involved and that the cult was being overcharged. The local contractor argued but they refused to pay and threatened to spread unfavorable reviews of his work. Finally he relented. Maybe the cult contractor made him an “offer he can’t refuse”?
After over a year, they had their mobile home on stilts and all they needed was to have some of their cult workers install their plumbing and drywall for free. Easy to do, they had brainwashed them to be willing slaves.
Sometimes evil deeds fall apart. This one did.
Shortly thereafter the staircases began to sink into the mud. The foundation cracked at first, then started sinking. The soft soil and high groundwater of the Sacramento River Delta made it too soft to support the house. The cult leaders were in a funk. They might have to spend more money to fix it or they would have to let it keep sinking.
They were so desperate to have their easy life (where everything was free) they even resorted to asking for opinions from the work slaves on how to do the work for free. Nobody could help, though.
Meanwhile there is a safety hazard. Anyone who uses those staircases could be hurt because they are gradually getting weaker while they sink into the swamp. The cement slab is cracking and sinking. Soon the whole house could sink. Anyone in the illegal second floor could get hurt when it falls.
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Considering the women Angela and Robin threw at the hapless contractor, I wouldn't really think of it as the use of womanly charms. I'd think of it more like the dog humping your leg - not only is it annoying, your next step is to tie the bastard up until you can get it to the vet.
It's clear: Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin are beneath using nothing to their advantage and their antics catch up to them sooner or later. Had they operated on the up-and-up, would you think the outcome might have been more favorable?
Sure, but what's the fun in being a stand-up straight shooter?
There it is, everyone. It would seem reasonable to any of us that the "Blue Sky Ranch" is in a bleak and untenable situation. But since Angela and Robin are so determined to realize the demented vision wrought by their lover and spiritual husband, they are too deluded to pull their heads out of the Bethel Island swamp to see how that vision is sinking as fast as the building they raised.
Most of us would try to cut our losses and swim out of that money pit as fast as can be done. However, since the money tossed into this pit isn't Angela and Robin's, and because the names on the deed
are Angela and Robin's, I think you would agree the owners aren't too concerned about the depth of that money pit.
A soil test and some good engineering (which is a wise move before spending tens of thousands on a construction project on swampland) would have revealed the true ability of the soil to support a structure and would give a good construction engineer the data needed to design necessary supports and compensate for settling.
However, since the Witches of Ellsworth were too focused on fulfilling a warped and unrealizable vision to concern themselves with the realities of the natural world and because the local contractor is just going to do as he is told and cash his check while he can, I am not surprised to see that farm in Bethel Island sinking into the swamp.
I hope the rest of the place sinks with it.
