Salute the True Colors of the Academy for Psychic Studies

A member demonstrates the official
Spiritual Rights Foundation salute

Quite possibly the biggest complaint made by the Spiritual Rights Foundation was that no member or supporter was allowed to post a comment on this blog.

As usual, that claim was just plain false.

At about the time SRF was making the lame and incompetent attempt to sue this blog and everyone else who doesn't like them out of existence, I made a comment on Joy's blog.  I invited one of the most vocal and obnoxious persons who has ever been allowed near a computer to come comment right here on this blog.  I promised not to reply, block or delete their comments.  They could comment as much as they pleased.  However, because this person incited a major firestorm on Joy's blog and on YouTube, I asked him/her to be more thoughtful and direct about what they believed was true.  I also asked him/her to tone down the aggressive statements because all he/she was doing was igniting a flame war, which I really didn't want to have here.

Before anyone says I must have lit a fire of my own, please read the comment.  I said something like: show everyone how intelligent you really are and make a well-thought and well-formed comment in the way I know you can do.  That would keep the flamers from being, you know, flamers.

Again, as usual, this person came back with a comment that showed his/her true colors: sour and nasty.

There were people who replied to this person asking him/her to stop telling us his/her father was a dirtbag as he had his kid's best interest at heart and truly cared for them.  He/she made up a story about our activities making things even worse for them.  It's just another example of a Spiritual Rights Foundation member adopting the SRF edict of blaming everyone else for all the things they don't like.  I mean, if the leaders could blame all the followers for all the things the leaders did wrong, why can't the followers blame everyone around them for all the things the followers didn't like?

The remaining few at this wacky cult are still blaming us and the world for their current travails.  I am sure if I were to go out for a dinner near the secluded SRF storefront in San Jose, the remaining corpulent sycophant will give me the SRF salute if he were to see me.

The habit of withdrawal and the shifting of responsibility is so strong with the former members, most won't acknowledge any other former member or they will associate only with a small circle of familiar culties who have nothing really good to say or hope someone will take the blame for their travails.

I'll take the blame!  Why not!  I get to feel vindicated, and those guys will go away to the same kind of wretched existence they've always lived!  I have heard of those who still sing the praises of the cult even though they secretly loathe it.  I know of some who are practicing the wicked art of psychic reading and healing in the same perverted manner.  Even more still do the daily mind-erasing practices of energy running and the futile attempt at picture blowing.  All while they continue to harbor enmity against all of us who speak out in public or listen to those who do.  

So many of those raised at this idiot cult and who were indoctrinated in their ways were trained to respond to Spiritual Rights Foundation enemies with the same kind of vitriol and unrestrained adolescent bullying tactics it's a wonder to me how anyone got out of there with a few embers of humanity still glowing.

Of course, those tactics are the ones employed by none other than the current leaders of the cult - the DEAD one too.

A recent comment here by a prospective caretaker of the infamous Blue Sky Ranch confirmed they kinds of soul-crushing and demeaning verbiage used with we former members were utilized on anyone the leaders thought was an enemy or otherwise.

And speaking of the Blue Sky Ranch, they have applied for a permit for that Death Row style second floor dormitory.  They'll have to remove the cells, the San Quentin toilets, the double-tier cots and otherwise bring it into compliance (or pay a hefty fine) but the permit is applied for.  Who knows if they'll follow through with the repairs, though.  Wouldn't you want to pay a half-million for a structure that is illegal and would have to be repaired or torn down at your expense?  Looks like the Witches of Ellsworth are thinking just that.  This damn place is back on the market and it is unlikely any corrections have been made.

So what do you think Angela Silva will say when a prospective buyer tells her the Blue Sky Ranch isn't worth the price she's asking and that the illegal work will have to be corrected or the price reduced to reflect the true value of the property?

Probably something like what the commenter below has to say:

1. Mike KawaharaJanuary 20, 2009 1:17 AM

   ****** and ***** are commenting on this and other forums, especially the ISHI and SRF related YouTube pages that Joy has put up. And when they comment, the follow-ups that appear have been fierce.
   
   You two are grown women now so it's not appropriate for me to tell anyone to lay off you as it was when you were children. But I will tell you that you really ought to leave any arguments between parties not involving you alone. If you get caught up in that stuff, you'll make yourself a target.
   
   That has happened already in a previous post. Don't go through life with a kick me sign on your back. But by changing the way you comment, you can change the kinds of responses you receive.
   
   You've both been reading my blog. You haven't commented yet. I won't stop you from commenting and I won't delete your comments if you do. In fact, I won't even make a response if you care to comment.
   
   But I can't do anything about anyone who responds in the vicious manner you guys seem to attract with the kind of sarcastic, unfocused and sophomoric comments you have been making.
   
   I'm betting that the people who slammed you on this blog are now furiously searching my blog and YouTube for your comments and are plotting their attack.
   
   Get off that radar screen. You just don't need it. Lay low for a while. Then if you want to post a thoughtful comment, do that instead of trying to incite the kind of responses you have been getting. Thoughtful comments will make you look good. Thoughtful comments show you in your best light. Thoughtful comments won't give people a reason to flame you.
   
   Show them how smart you really are. Show them how you can address the issues. Show them you can write clearly with a point to communicate.
   
   I know you can. ***** writes for the school paper. ****** supervises workers. You two can work together to make a great and passionate statement instead of making two sarcastic, unfocused, unorganized ones.
   
   It's your choice now that you are adults. How would you like to be remembered? As two talented young women with a good point or two little girls with a bad temper?

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   ***** **** **********January 25, 2009 10:42 PM

   Whoa, looks like I’m pissing someone off. Hit a nerve, did I?
   My status on this blog went from being the poor victim of forced child labor and abuse, to a bitch and whore. I guess you guys don’t like it when people point out the flaws in your concocted stories.
   
   On the note of this blog being one big ridiculous invasion of my life, I’d like to request that you leave out ******** too. I realize in all you peoples renditions of the past, he is cast as a helpless victim. Which makes sense, because you’re all friends and its much more fun to tell fairy tales about big bad Bill ruining everything.
   But bringing him into this is unfair to him, and to our relationship. It only adds stress to our relationship. I can absolutely guarantee that none of you know the full story behind everything that happened between us, and you sound naïve pretending you do. I don’t need anyone to tell me to give him a fathers day card, or that I should thank him for my ‘freedom.’
   My dad and I agree on this so if you can’t show me the respect (since many of you perceive me as a evil bitch), at least show it to your friend, ********.
   Thanks for looking out for me Mike, Laying low was never my style, but I appreciate the concern. I can take the fierce comments. They’re entertaining, but kind of a let down. I would enjoy being dragged over hot coals so much more if I at least knew who it was the feels such hatred towards me.
   As for my writing style, I am sorry if it comes off too sarcastic for your taste. I’m trying to tone it down. (No joke, my mom, dad and even my boyfriend tell me I need too.)
   Hopefully you remember that I’m a very sarcastic person, and when it comes to responding to the ridiculous stuff I see on here I guess that tone comes out a bit too strong.
   I do disagree with you on my writing skills. I feel I come across clearly enough.
   You said I am unfocused, unorganized and sophomoric. I don’t think so.
   If I may quote your wife “But like, Its like, you know, ummm, it obviously shows... ummm, you know, ummm, yeah. I don’t know. It shows a lot. Yeah. So, anyways. . .”
   If I am unfocused, unorganized and sophomoric, then surely we can categorize Joy’s communication skills as infantile?
   (That’s a real quote. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nxy3atB5_3Q. . . I realize you may suffer a boredom induced coma from trying to watch the entire video, so just go to 8:22)
   
   As for how I would like to be remembered by the writers and commenters of this blog, that’s not something I am really concerned about. I highly doubt there is anything I can say that will change your perceptions of me.
   I’m not fooling myself into thinking that anything I have written on here will change your guys’ mind. Don’t worry, I know I am wasting my time. It hardly matters if I come off eloquent or a mess, either way it will be twisted to suit how you all choose to view me.
   
   Anyways, this little Internet exchange is hardly entertaining for me. I post with my name, and willingly take the online beatings that inevitably follow. Yet all of you who are so quick to throw me under the bus post your thoughts anonymously. BORING.
   As I said before, I have nothing to hide or be ashamed of. You all apparently do.
   Then again, if I where a adult posting trash like: “If you girls were stone cold drunk, I wouldn't even want to take advantage of you. Wouldn't want to soil myself on such piece of trash. I might catch something.” or “LETS TURN UP THE HEAT AND SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES TO MELT THESE BARBIE DOLLS!”
   I guess I would have something to be ashamed about. Have fun hiding.

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Serving Up The 4th - Academy for Psychic Studies Style

Alice is your new mediator.

I'll give her whatever she wants...

Well, what a hello to the regular week:  had to deal with not one, but two clods who are stirring up trouble in their own way and doing my best to help out the people they affected.  It's interesting that these two situations are on opposite sides of the coast and that they are somewhat flip sides of similar issues.

You won't get details on those situations from me but I will say neither are directly cult-related, although one of them is peripherally related to cult issues.


Anyway, I was actually hoping to tell you about a different situation.  This was a happy situation.  It's pretty much about what we did this Independence Day weekend and some of the thoughts I had during it.

We did a good deal of things this weekend like look out the window and realize some yahoos were using really illegal fireworks in our neighborhood.  The Campbell PD came by to shut them down and that restored a little calm to the area - at least we don't have to worry about them setting the neighborhood on fire tonight.

I will admit, the fireworks they were using were pretty awesome.

A local church - actually the big church a couple of blocks away, held a 4th of July Spectacular at an outdoor concert venue.  They had musical performances, plays, exhibits and a fireworks display about as awesome as the yahoos in our neighborhood were putting on.

OK, so the show was pretty much Velveeta-worthy and the tributes to the USA, our military and our American Way Of Life were themselves cheddar-ific.  But for a evangelical mega-church, you have to admit they did a fantastic job and they included as many of the church members in the show as they could and created a fun event.

It was a big affair - the venue is the kind used for arena rock shows and big events like OzzFest and Lilith Fair.  Lots 'o people came to take in the show.

You saw polite church volunteers everywhere helping people find a seat, making sure the elderly and handicapped were comfortable and basically being welcoming and friendly to their neighbors.

Food and drink vendors were present but most of the audience brought in picnic meals of their own.

The bottom line: this whole thing was free.

Yes, free.

Free fireworks (without the threat of burning down houses or having to answer a misdemeanor charge, like the neighborhood yahoos would), free entertainment and free activities while you wait for the show to start.  This show was open to all, no matter your faith.

Everyone here was here for a good time - even those who were behind the scenes putting on the show.  Actually, I think ESPECIALLY those behind the scenes.

Why is that?  I think it's because that church has a mission to serve the community.  That church is well known here for their commitment to community service, helping those with addiction recovery, helping couples with disabled children have a night to themselves for a change, serving where needed - even helping the neighborhood dispose of the old junk you have lying around.

This is a church who gives back to where they receive their support.  Any wonder why they are so large and why they are well regarded?


During the show Joy asked what I usually did for the 4th - I told her we'd commit arson.  As a kid, I'd spend Independence Day with my grandfather in the Central Valley.  That man, 5 foot nothing and 100 pounds soaking wet, would love that holiday, despite what the nation did to him and his family.  He'd be seen standing with a huge grin on his face holding a tray of TNT, Dynamite, C-4 plastic explosive and a box of sparklers asking "Wanna blow shit up?".

That's one of those "I can't believe I survived that" stories.

After that, of course I got mixed up with a different group of hooligans and malcontents.  These guys carried the books of Rev.William Duby and smacked you across the face with them.

At the Academy, the 4th wasn't about blowing shit up (except for the rose-blowing we were forced to do when we asked to grill hot dogs instead of work).  It wasn't about having a fun day at a park or other venue enjoying a little entertainment.  It for sure wasn't about honoring the birth of our great country.

It was about working your ass off.

How many of us remember not taking the day off and celebrating as we normally would?  How many of us remember how we were assigned (did I say "assigned"?  I meant "agreed with a warm and nourishing attitude",  my bad...)  to perform psychotic readings and healings at county fairs?  How about how we were told to not only pay for our own transportation, we would have to pay for our own food and lodging. How about sleeping in smelly old tents provided by the cult - for the bargain price of $35 a night.  How about sitting in a hot, dry fair hall all day waiting to give a psychotic reading that never came. What about sitting outdoors in 100 degree heat under a barely-enough tarp that seemed to make thing hotter?  What about having to walk the fair in that same 100 degree heat in the middle of the afternoon risking heat stroke and severe sunburn to attract customers for psychotic readings who were smart enough to stay indoors?

That's what the students were told to endure as part of the fun learning experience of their psychotic training.

And if you hadn't agreed to work the county fairs with a warm an nourishing attitude or if you were a male minister, you can have fun in the 100 degree sunshine of the cult leaders' farm in Bethel Island, CA.  You would have the privilege of shoveling manure, tending to animals that will be sold for the leaders' benefit, improving the leaders' living quarters with deluxe A/C and other amenities while you get to stay in an old trailer saturated with dirt from the Delta winds, with no electricity, water, toilet or shower.  No meals either.

There was plenty to do at cult HQ.  The newspaper still needed to be published and the web site needed updating and there were more recordings to be made.  You'll have to spend the night working on all that while maintaining your warm and nourishing attitude.  You'd be happy to work all night too: the web and recordings were produced in the attic, which would become evilly hot on a summer's day.

I remember one 4th weekend I spent at SRF with Joy.  We were sent to a county fair in Northern California (which I won't name just yet).  As the weather was hot enough to cook hot dogs without a grill, we passed on the cult's generous offer of paying them to sleep in a smelly tent on a hot night and being served fried, salt-coated grease for dinner for a comfortable hotel and healthy meals.  I especially enjoyed dining at the CIA at Greystone - oops, that just gave away the location. my bad...

Sure we got a hard time for it.  It was thought we were acting like we were above the hard working followers who chose to sleep in the horse pasture the cult rented and eat the grease balls served on a bed of weeds and flour paste.  They thought we were displaying our own inadequacies by showing the arrogance of staying in a place that didn't smell of horse dung and served healthy meals.

It didn't stop there.  They women of the cult in particular gave Joy and I a hard time because we dared to stand up for ourselves.  They told me to go walk around in the 102 degree heat of a Northern California summer's day.  I told them I was recovering from heart failure and such a walk would pretty much kill me.  That remark caused several stern looks, gritting teeth, faces red with anger and knife sharpening.

Joy got a hard time because she was with me.  They women thought they could get to me through Joy.  As Joy was a bit younger and was my spouse, the women of the cult worked her over to get her to force me to comply with their desires - and those desires were focused on ensuring I was fully subservient to their needs to be honored as spiritually superior and perfect beings while I listen to them tell me all the ways I am a scumbag.

The first night after all that, Joy was up very late angry about what happened.  I was exhausted but stayed up anyway like a good spouse should.

That foul atmosphere and climate of anger was directed at us all weekend.  Why?  It boiled down to our hotel room.  Interestingly, this psychotic church emphasizes "havingness".  "Havingness" was never defined but it appeared to mean you can accept the good things that you have and can enjoy the the good things that come to you - like a cool and comfortable hotel room and healthy meals.

Unfortunately, when you are displaying a "havingness" that is a cut above what the unfortunate faithful of the Academy for Psychic Studies can "have" the faithful display their "havingness" of harassment, hatred, dehumanization and envy right at you.

You really couldn't expect the leaders to come to your aid.  If they noticed, they'd just laugh their collective asses off.  Usually though, someone would complain and you'd end up being debased in front of all the warm and nourishing psychotics who embrace the concept of "havingness" of having your ass kicked.

Of course, the concept of "havingness" extends well past the followers.  Your "havingness" has to be acknowledged to the Supreme Being through a charitable tithe of 10% to 30% of your bounty to the church who told you to give it up.  Since we were told the church is embodied in Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin, you'd better pay them the tithe to thank them for the things you receive.

I think I'll go back and enjoy that cheese-a-rific Independence Day show our local church is putting on.  In fact, I plan to go there every year they have it.

I'll also drop a 20 in their donation bucket every time because 20 bucks given to that church is demonstrably and visibly paid back to the community in spades.

Can you say the same about 20 dollars donated to the Academy for Psychic Studies?

Your Opportunity For Learning

Rose McGowan is... uh.... ummm...

crap, I forgot what the hell I was going to say

The OFL.

It stands for "Opportunity For Learning". It's really a fine. A fine you pay any time a leader or one of their designated henchmen is offended by your words, deeds, appearance, aura, chakra, energy, or because your trousers are clean and pressed.

To reinforce the "learning" process, the students of the Academy for Psychic Studies were given special projects to accomplish. Over some retreats, Clairvoyant Training Program students were given tasks to perform on a particular schedule. Enforcement was strict. Really strict.

The amounts of the "OFL" was set pretty much arbitrarily. Usually, it ranged from $50 to hundreds of dollars per infraction. Over a retreat weekend, some students racked up over a thousand dollars in "OFL's".

How or what this fine did to help in the student's education is still not known. I have personally seen OFL's levied for infractions such as moving a clock on a table so you can answer a call on the "Psychic Help Line". Apparently, the clock was not to be touched, even if you had to move it to accomplish the cult's work. I've seen others levied because people used the front entrance at a County Fair rather than sneaking in through the back. Once, I saw a fine levied for an OFL because the offender had appeared a few minutes EARLY for a gathering. Her explanation that she was attempting to avoid being late didn't matter. Her instruction was to show up exactly at the appointed time only (which, of course, is an impossible task).

And that is the main failure of the OFL. At the Spiritual Rights Foundation, there is no such thing as a reasonable task. There is such a thing as a stupid, unreasonable, impossible and ludicrous task to be heaved on the shoulders of anyone below the rank of Robin Dumolin, Angela Silva or Bill Duby.

One happened to me. Bill had some kind of catalog for RV supplies. It was a big one full of everything for the sophisticated RV buyer like Bill. Bill handed the thing to me one afternoon asking me to take a look at it. I accepted and told him exactly how long I would have it and where it would be when I was done.

After ten minutes or so of flipping the pages (I wasn't THAT interested in it) I put the catalog exactly where I said I would put it. Ten minutes was a little less than the time I told him but it was close enough.

While no one was looking, someone came along and snatched up the catalog, probably for a little toilet reading. When Bill came to retreive his beloved catalog and found it gone, he mustered the troops to surround ME with accusations of betrayal, instant trances to force me to divulge the whereabouts of the missing catalog. Oh, and impose upon me an OFL. I don't recall the amount but it was one hell of a lot more than that damn catalog was worth.

While all this was going on and while the sludge-encrusted minds of Robin and Angela concocted the amount of the OFL and the duration of my subsequent punishment and derision, someone discovered the catalog was returned to exactly where I left it. Even those fucking half-wits had to admit I had nothing to do with the catalog's disappearance.

So, this arbitrary fine, this concoction of the SRF Kangaroo Kourt called the Opportunity For Learning has not a thing to do with learning. Or opportunty. Or anything at all. Well, nothing at all except to drop a couple of hundred into someone's pocket. And to satisfy someone's need to control. Oh, and the preverse, psychotic and sadistic desire to watch a person with few resources, someone who is dedicating much of his wealth and income to an organization that worships only money get socked for even more of his hard earned cash. Even cash he may need to survive.

Because, wouldn't you rather be in love than be right? Wouldn't you rather be giver? Isn't money no good unless you spend it? And aren't you worth an investment in yourself? So invest in that Opportunity For Learning.  Just remember you won't get your principal investment back.  Or interest.  Of anything more than a kick in the ass.

At some organizations, fines are levied in fun. I once fined a guy a pound of Kona coffee and a box of chocolate-covered macadamia nuts because he was answering his work email on his vacation in Hawaii. We shared the Kona coffee and macadamia nuts when he got back and yes, they were amazing. Sometimes, they are levied for a specific purpose. James Brown vowed to slap his musicians with a $100 fine if they came on stage with unpolished shoes. I'd say that's reasonable to expect, considering he's the Godfather of Soul.

There was no real, specific purpose for an SRF fine. It just depended on how crappy a mood the giver of the fine happened to be in and whatever that person can think of to tell someone who believes they are doing the right thing they are doing something completely wrong.

Yes, it's arbitrary. Yes it is punitive. And yes, it made no damn sense at all.

But the leaders imposed it, and people paid it.

You had to.

The leadership was meticulous about accounting for every nickel levied against you as an OFL fine. In fact, some of the figures I heard of seemed impossible, as if there were double-booking of the fines or inflation of the amount imposed on the hapless victim.

And that detailed, slightly accurate record would follow you around until it was paid. In full. If you did not pay in full, you would be denied the ministerial title you worked so hard to achieve.

Well actually, you put up with a hell of a lot of crap to get it.

OK, so it's more like you stuck a "kick me" sign on the seat of you pants while the leaders rummaged through your pockets to get it.

I'm sure someone, somewhere is just burning up with frustration wanting to ask me how I can say the Spiritual Rights Foundation can pick your pocket while slapping you in the face.

The answer is three letters:

OFL

Anonymous said...

Most of the time, the students were given a very difficult assignment that took them to camping spots, casinos and of course county or city fairs. Usually, it was a set up, as Bill would make it difficult for the unsuspecting students to complete the task. We were suppose to use our intuition in fulfilling not only the spirit of the law but of the letter.

So, he would create the rules and regulations of assignment, knowing it was going to fail because he pigeon holed the students to fail! So after a while, one of the founding members offered OFL insurance for a flat fee. Sometimes the flat fee would be 2 or 3 hundred dollars per year class student on assignment. That way, they would have no fear of screwing up and getting fined, and just enjoy the assignment and the journey through it.

Sometimes they would roll the dice and have to pay over $500 for one weekend alone! In the later years, when they realized those with less deep pockets than the early stalwarts were given a free pass. Though in return, they would lean more on the staff and especially the older ones who had their pockets picked for years in the name of "spiritual freedom".

One of the leaders was famous for emotionally black mailing ministers and students if having to collect donations for a false cause (hay for the farm which is owned by Robin DuMolin and Angela Silva not the church), a lavish birthday gift for Rev. Bill, Angela or Robin, by saying..."Don't you want to give to your church"? Implying that we didn't or that we wanted to spend it friviously on I don't know...US!

If you didn't comply, someone would smile in your face, and then report back those who were stuck in their personality and wouldn't give. In fact, our monthly staff meetings and pre church service minister class, there would be between 5 and 8 envelopes passed around with an occasional abusive verbal beat down if they didn't receive what was expected of them.

Then turn around and tell us how expectations were a bad thing and always with strings attached.

Angela Silva probably was laughing at us all for falling for her bullshit causes. As Rev. Bill would say, she is back at home marinating her fat! Lord knows she never did any work except for spew bullshit out of her mouth at meetings.

September 4, 2009 3:05 PM