What's That Smell?

So the naysayers are turning up the racket again.

Fuck up once and your whole history is suspect.  That's what seems to have happened to me lately.  In the case of Duby and the Witches, one fuck up at a time opened our eyes to a string of lies and a history of deception.

However if you look through an objective lens, you might find there are are differences in those situations.

Duby and the Witches had so much they can be called on, their house built on a stack of deception began to fall.  That all happened pretty well on its own.  I will admit to shaking the table, though.

This time, I gathered information regarding the composition of the remaining faithful at the Spiritual Rights Foundation.  That information was not correct.  I did, however, revise my statement and issued an apology.  The critics and opponents of all that is written here and all that I stand for have launched a missile strike hoping to discredit me to all who read.  I can't tell what else they are saying, though.  It must be too spiritual for me to comprehend.

As it relates to me, when I have been called out for "inaccuracies" on this blog I counter-strike.  So far, no one has been able to finish the round after taking a standing 8 count.

The first time, it was the Scientology/Spiritual Rights Foundation connection.  I said I recalled a plaque created in the honor of L. Ron Hubbard (among others).  One reader called bullshit.  I came back with the recollections of two people who saw the same fucking plaque.  I saw it in a dusty storage area.  They saw it on the wall.  I was told the plaque I recalled was actually one created in memory of Lewis Bostwick not Hubbard.  While there WAS a plaque created in Mr. Bostwick's memory (and I DO recall seeing it), there was also an L. Ron Hubbard memorial plaque (and I am not the only one who recalls seeing it).

Then I told the tale of the chihuahua mania that infected the faithful followers of the head psychotic.  I say the psycho collected doggie knowledge as he went along, giving the impression he had expertise.  Again, the naysayers pointed a finger and cried "bullshit!" saying Duby once claimed he once owned a chihuahua named "Taffy" that soon left him for the affections of Angela Silva.

Of course, that Bill Duby would threaten his manly psychic energy by adopting a little yap dog, naming it "Taffy" and later watch with his finger in his mouth as it ran into Angela's arms was all bullshit in itself.  I figure if "Taffy" was his own dog and it did run to Angela, Bill himself would run up to Angela, whip it out and slap her in the face with it, scoop up his little yapper and tuck it into his Paris Hilton designer shoulder bag before before engaging Angela in a slappy fight like Nicky Minaj vs. Mariah Carey.

Who the fuck thinks Bill Duby would want to buy himself a chihuahua and name it "Taffy"?  Now, who thinks Bill would buy a chihuahua named "Taffy" for Angela Silva so he can get his own ass out of the doghouse?

OK, case closed on that one.

Now it's the Swedenborg thing.

Near the end of Bill Duby's reign of terror, the pressure to perform was high.  Duby was being pummelled from all sides and the Witches of Ellsworth Street were doing their level best to keep everyone in line and pressure to live up to the now-diminished expectations of Bill Duby was never ending.  Paranoia was higher at that time than I had ever seen and the notion that we all had to be on guard and especially spiritual was ever present.  Most of the ministers and even we lowly student shitheels intensified our deadly embrace on the worthless teachings of this sludge pit to increase the psychic protections said toxic waste would provide.

After the timely death of the psychotic, the Spiritual Rights Foundation bishop became the authority on all things Swedenborg.  Maybe not a very good authority but an authority at SRF, nonetheless.  Even with a brand new Swedenborg "scholar", the pressure to perform and live up to the demented legacy of Bill Duby remained - and it was even more unrelenting as the bishop and the Witches were eager to establish their dominance in the vacuum created by Bill Duby's demise.

As far as the image of sweaty people clutching Swedenborg books go: one of them was a man who. at the time, was a contractor.  He was late and worried if he didn't finish his assignment well and on time, he'd hear about it later.  I know this - I engaged him in conversation about it.  The books were a collection of what was available in the SRF library, his fiancee's bookcase and his own dusty duffel bag.  Another man was equally stressed and holding Swedenborg books, wiping his brow after a long time in the cult attic.  I won't say who that was but he was assigned to read portions of Swedenborg he did not well understand (and if you know this guy, you'd understand exactly why he didn't).  I recall women frantically rushing to a computer and grabbing books to pour through whatever they were assigned to write about and finish it in time to have either the cult goon or the bishop call it garbage.

Think that's untrue?

Maybe it is untrue for those who weren't there.  In fact, those who did not see it for themselves are generally not-too-willing to accept that the pressure we faced every day really did happen or that the evil we faced daily was anything less than warm and nourishing.

In fact, many formerly-faithful could not have seen some of those events.  They occurred from just around the time Bill Duby died until well after they were out the door themselves.

There are things I saw personally - like the ministers sweating out a Swedenborg assignment.  There are things that a discerning and fully functional mind can easily deduce - like the unlikelihood Bill Duby would have chihuahua expertise because he once bought one and "lost" it to Angela (if it happened after Angela's daughter was sent away and if you know why she was sent away, you can figure out why Bill gave Angela a chihuahua puppy).  There are events to which others can testify - like the goddamn plaque.

Therefore, these events are ACCURATE for our purposes and the conclusions are valid enough for what we need.

Some of the events here are from a time and place some of you may not have been present to see and some things here are inferences and deductions based on information and belief.  More likely, if you were there at the relevant place and time, there was so much going on and enough people running through the place no one person can say he or she saw everything that happened on any particular day.  I don't claim to know all that happened but I do know what I saw, I do know that I saw it and I can say I saw it even if no one but the people involved didn't.

So even if no one but two guys saw a Bill Duby tirade demanding a free (meaning no cost to him) home makeover for the apartment he shared with Angela Silva, it still happened.  Just ask the two guys who survived that incident.

Think also about statements from third parties.  Why is it making a statement about a memorial plaque is crap, even though there is corroborative testimony?  Maybe because the guy who commissioned the plaque isn't around to admit it?

If you can't think well enough that you can't infer from Bill Duby's personality and behavior that not only he couldn't possibly have been an expert chihuahua owner nor did the circumstances support any of Bill's claims of first-hand knowledge of four-legged shoe-chewers, I am in fear for the condition of the human race.

I can tell you: like it; don't like it - it doesn't change the fact I saw it, can deduce it or that others saw it as well.

As far as the writing goes, I'm not going to name more names than necessary and I will not provide excruciating detail.  That is so the readers won't have to re-live a dark and foreboding time in their lives.  It's also to prevent the triggering of the conditions associated with trauma - if you see a picture that makes you laugh or read a line that is ass-holy and makes you snicker you may be less likely to have a panic attack or worse.  Why would I want to make someone sick?

We have enough doom and gloom and deep thoughts about this dark experience to keep therapists in business for decades.  I'd rather not go there and if you believe I should be all that I am not and none of the pure, unadulterated, sophomoric, scatalogical and irreverant fraternity fuckwad that is the heart of my being, I guess I just have to say I'll go about my business as I always have.

This blog shall as well.

I'm not saying this blog is a pack of lies.  It's not that at all.  What it represents is my own experiences and the opinions I derived therefrom.  If those experiences are different from yours, well my ass needs wiping again...  Besides, my opinions represent myself and since I went to the mat to protect my rights, your rights and right to keep dried up cunts such as Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin (oops, did I just repeat a phrase a commenter left?) from bullying and intimidating the good and decent people who read and comment on this blog, my opinions as well as those of every commenter will be represented here on this blog.

No matter how much you oppose what I say or how I say it, your opinion will be represented (as long as you aren't doing something to demean a fellow reader or commenter or are not making terroristic or aggressive threats to another person).  It's easy to see that comments are not moderated and no one is "blocked" from participation.

It's just one of the one things I allow and encourage that the Spiritual Rights Foundation CULT has never done and will never condone.

So, let's hope I continue to receive more comments critical to the assholiness I practice here.  It makes the whole thing worthwhile.


Those of you with a strong stomach can take a listen to the attached MP3.  It's one of those times the founding psychotic himself was found wandering around SRF headquarters late at night because he was on one of his 72 hour sleepless maniacal tears.

I'm adding this crap so you can hear the difference from the wise, centered holy man heard on the radio and the crazy fucker who made no goddamn sense when allowed to roam free in cult HQ.  There's another person in this recording as well.  If you were a cultie, you'll recognize her.

Seriously though, I would be careful with this damn recording.  Be near the bathroom and be sure it won't be occupied while you listen.  Alternatively, have one of those Home Depot buckets handy.  I tried taking Pepto and Tylenol before listening.  Trust me, it didn't help.

So, if you want to download it, do this:

• click on the icon below
• when you see the next screen, click on the Duby and Debi square
• right-click your mouse
• select "download"

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Gangnam Pile

As I haven't pissed off enough people this month, I am adding the following unrelated and utterly irrelevant video:

As far as cult hijinks are concerned, I believe there are some upcoming.  That's the interesting part.  On the other hand, they are likely to be no more than the same old shit.

The prices of the classes are down to $125 for a six week snooze fest and $50 for a two week nap.  The Clairvoyant Training Program is priced at $2025 for a 9 month course.  Well, we all know how that works out - you take it 9 months at a time for ten years.

It's interesting that the cult has a link to their own blog.  Unfortunately, it links to nothing.  I'll be happy to serve as their official blog.  All they have to do is ask!

And as usual, their social networking skills are pretty lame.  Their Facebook page is nothing more than a page out of the web site.  No groups or timeline.  No comments either, because someone just might tell the truth.

So with this attempt at a revival and the remake of their evil and corrupt public image into one of warmth and nourishment, I wonder if this pile of psychic detritus is truly dead or if it will indeed live to fight another day.

The next few months will tell the tale.  If the infamous Blue Sky Ranch sells for anywhere near the asking price, the cult will have refreshed their coffers to survive.  If the decrepit San Jose location begins to fill with a horde of unwary seekers, there will be faith enough to continue.  If the Berkeley headquarters reverses their decline and takes a more relevant attitude towards the people they should serve and assist, word will travel quickly and all those seeking comfort and inner peace will beat a path to their door.

What's the chance that will happen?

About the same chance this vid will be anything but a YouTube embarrassment:

Fools on the Hill

Big Pimpin' and Spiritual Styling Bill.

when he rollin' dey hatin'

an don't fuck wit the man's bling.

Lately I've been reading a bit of Emanuel Swedenborg.  I've been browsing through Heaven and Hell and Divine Love and Wisdom.

Hey, I don't understand all of it - I'm no religious scholar.  I can't even say I truly understand what little I read.  It's not because I am dyslexic or suffering from a mental disorder or less than well educated.  It's a damned thick set of concepts and is written in Swedenborg's elaborate and florid writing style.  So I figure if it takes me a while to figure it out, it has to take any other Average Joe a while to absorb it as well.

At the Academy for Psychic Studies, the ministerial staff and students were encouraged, assigned and browbeat to "study" the works of Swedenborg.  People walking through the Academy for Psychic Studies compound in Berkeley clutching the works of Swedenborg while wiping sweat from their brows was a daily sight.

Why they were carrying Swedenborg's books was pretty obvious - they were assigned certain chapters or passages to read and interpret.  Generally, the person who made the assignment was none other than Rev. Bill Duby himself.

Bill was famous for positioning himself as the ultimate authority on Emmanuel Swedenborg's works while telling his ministers, his students and even his wives they knew no more about Swedenborg than the family dog.  At the same time, Bill was equally infamous for boasting he was not only so insane he was drawing disability benefits, Bill frequently pointed out he had dyslexia and was a "bad student" throughout elementary and high school - leading to a lack of and a disdain for "book learning" and all forms of education as we know it.  It appears that Bill had never graduated from or attended college - not even a bible college (Bill never presented a college degree or certificate, nor could he produce the name of the bible college he was said to have attended).

A lack of education (biblical or otherwise), his own "insanity" and his claim of dyslexia never stopped Bill Duby from being the resident authority for all things Swedenborg.  Since Bill read the works of Swedenborg with the same superficiality that I have and was challenged by his own dyslexia and "insanity", I am sure he had even more understanding of the topic as i do.  Bill asserted his authority on Swedenborg by having the followers read specific sections of Swedenborg's works and no others.


Bill's reasoning for the restrictions was that Swedenborg's teachings were so powerful that only the most enlightened persons could absorb and understand them without doing serious psychic harm to their body, mind and soul.


Based on Bill's repeated assertions of his own insanity, that he often claimed he had dyslexia, that he claimed he was not well educated and that I recalled seeing bottles of powerful prescription drugs for hypertension and bipolar disorder with his name on them; I believe Bill was working very hard to restrict his followers to reading only the portions of Swedenborg's works that Bill had read.  As it turns out, those were only a few sections.  In fact, it was only a few portions of those few sections.


The ministers especially were assigned to make "translations" of those fragments of Swedenborg's works from its original meaning and context into a modern, spiritual meaning in the light of Bill Duby's psychic visions. Since Bill's psychic visions were no more than confused observations, psychotic episodes or plain old delusions that resulted from his diseased mind, no one could understand Bill's unique interpretations much less adopt them.


So it's not a surprise that only the three women who comprised his leadership team were sufficiently enlightened to understand the works of Swedenborg.  It's even less of a surprise to see that those women were Bill's two sister wives and the woman he chose as the church bishop.  The nepotism and incestuous relationship between the leadership of the Academy for Psychic Studies and the founder of the Academy just can't be ignored.


Still, those three Witches of Ellsworth were presented to us as penultimate authorities on Swedenborg - even though they read and understood even less of Swedenborg's works than Bill Duby.

So since no one could interpret Swedenborg's works as thoroughly and thoughtfully as Bill, everyone who wrote his or her own interpretation of those works was seriously demeaned and humiliated in front of the assembled congregation as an infidel, idiot, turncoat or some kind of psychic criminal.  Bill or one of his witches would routinely reject the writings from ministers, students or anyone else who was unfortunate enough to have been assigned to write a psychic translation of Swedenborg's works.  As the Academy for Psychic Studies required regular sacrifices, one or more followers were assigned a Swedenborg passage each week in preparation for public flogging and crucifixion.  That probably explains why there were people walking around with sweat dripping from their foreheads.  Rejection of your work always led to Bill and his sister wives taking a pound of flesh.  Or three.  

Just as likely as a rejection, you might find your well-constructed, thoughtful and otherwise good quality essay was re-written in a form that looked nothing like your own style or vocabulary.  Well, it probably would if you were rolling on ecstasy, LSD, too many bong hits or even one too many rum and cokes.

I and almost all of my colleagues had our writing assignments completely re-written in a form that was so foreign to our own persona, our own command of the English language and our own thoughtful and logical reasoning that it might as well have been written in a foreign language - like Aramaic or Martian.


You see, the only interpretation of Emanuel Swedenborg acceptable to Bill Duby was the interpretation only he could concoct. Any other interpretation - even those made by the scholars of the Swedenborg Society were just plain stupid.  If you were to look for the collected Duby interpretation of the works of Swedenborg, you'd find it on a single page of kindergarten-spaced paper written in crayon.


Bill's take on the various works of Emanuel Swedenborg was the same damn thing no matter what book, passage or thoughts had caught Bill's eye.  No real search for meaning and relevance in his life.  No atmosphere of beneficial debate and exploration.  No real learning about Swedenborg was provided from Bill.  


But hey, give Bill a break!  He was insane, dyslexic, a poor student and was never into this damn book-learning anyway!


That works for the Witches of Ellsworth; who have inherited Bill's legacy.  What little they learned of Swedenborg, they learned from the ultimate authority: Bill Duby himself.  No wonder they stopped giving a damn about him.  Errr, I think I mean them.  That is, the Witches give not one damn about Bill Duby nor Emanuel Swedenborg.  No matter how many times the Witches invoke the names Duby and Swedenborg, there's no affection or understanding supporting it.


I'm not surprised.  With Bill running around screaming about making money and directing the Witches to "take care of business first" while making them read random, brief sections of Swedenborg, the best you can say is that the Witches were continuing an insane legacy. More likely, they adopted that legacy only because there is money in it.

So all that made me wonder: how much of an authority on Swedenborg was Bill Duby and how qualified are his Witches and their fat bastard malingerers to carry on Bill Duby's legacy?

Well, if they are carrying on his legacy of deception, usurping the bond between you and the persons and things most dear to you, conning you out of your assets, destroying your sense of self-worth, and permanently corrupting your children and your sense of what's correct and moral then I guess they are doing a marvelous job.

As for how well they teach the essense of Swedenborg's works, well I think you can figure that out for yourself.


We were duped.  We felt like fools then and we feel more like fools now.


It's not easy to admit you got conned.  It's even tougher to write about it.  A commenter did indeed write about his or her own revelation of being cheated.  It's below.


A little set-up:  in one of my earlier posts, a commenter left a message saying she never saw anything fishy going on there.  This commenter was a massage therapist in training who was engaging in her practicum or internship at the Academy compound.  She commented that while she hated the free psychotic reading offered her, she believes that those of us who fell for the "stupid things" thrown at us by the leaders are "stupid people".  Although this massage therapist said one or two things about the leaders, she still claims she saw nothing like what we all lived through.


Apparently, this massage therapist is one of the many who say they don't believe it until they see it while they refuse to pull their head out of the sand to take a look around.


That's a common trait of people who do not understand those affected by cults - and those who don't believe cults exist.  


Like the fool on the hill (that man of a thousand voices standing perfectly still) nobody seems to notice what's going on at the Academy for Psychic Studies.


That's all gonna change:


I've asked Rick Ross to update his page on the Academy for Psychic Studies.  There is a picture of the fool on the hill there as well.  I would encourage anyone with a story to send it along to the Ross Institute.


The more we make disclosure, the more exposure of this worthless and dysfunctional organization will happen.  And like sunshine, that exposure will disinfect the world of this virus.



Below is that response to the massage therapist I told you about:


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We were fools over the long term.

We were fools rushing in for believing the love we were looking for was here. It was magic, it was fun. Then like a marriage, it began to wear off, and the honeymoon period was over. We then had to give up our independence or compromise our information for the betterment of this relationship. 

Then the period of getting along and not ruffling any feathers began. We then had brief periods of wondering why the people we so admired started to get controlling and manipulative with us, but we hoped things would get better. 
That was a long haul, and some of us had kids that we didn't want to uproot so we stuck it out. Our families wondered why we had changed and we couldn't get to any other family functions anymore. Our friends we knew, stopped calling us to get together. Of course we would make excuses for our absences and turn down of invites. 

Its a mindset that you start to absorb, the outside world doesn't matter, only the good inside these walls are of concern to us. We are asked over and over again to give up personal plans, many times on the spur of the moment and justify it in our minds, that the church needs are more important than ours.
So, the massage therapist may have seen little activity while there, but she never stuck around for the whole process. The recruiting doesn't really happen until you commit to some beginning classes or healing sessions where you then are nudged into taking more and more classes, a retreat, sometimes if they saw something in you, they would invite you for free on the retreats. 

That often led to R. Bill, Angela or Debi to take you aside and blow your mind with information you never heard about before. 

That is the catch, and the catch is your caught like a TUNA!

   

I say potato, You say I hate you

Yeah, I know it's not a potato.  Use your imagination.

Janehellen started talking about the ugly language and bad words she learned while imprisoned at the Spiritual Rights Foundation.

Of course, she is not talking about the frequent and sometimes-appropriate cursing or my frequent dropping of f-bombs.  It's about how the Spiritual Rights Foundation and the Academy for Psychic Studies re-defines words, phrases and language as a whole to conduct their campaign of mind control, intimidation so they may ingratiate themselves into your life.

What kinds of words and sayings were perverted to serve their purposes and how were they re-defined?

How about these:

Prosperity - is getting what you need when you need it.
So, whenever you got a paycheck or won some money at Las Vegas, you had to give up a good portion of your hard won cash to the leaders at the Spiritual Rights Foundation.  What for?  Well, it was because God gave you that money so you would learn how to tithe to your church!  See, you got money at exactly the moment God wanted you to give to Angela and Robin!  See how prosperous you are?

I am fathering (or mothering) your children from above.
That way, you won't mind when I take your children away so I can buy them all the toys they can carry, fill them up with all the greasy, salty and unhealthy fast food they can eat and take them to all the most fun kid stuff I can find so while you are working late at the church late at night for free, I can tell them how YOU are an inadequate parent.

Be neutral.
Sit there and take it while I scream in your face so loud that spit flies in your face.  Stand still and grin while I go through your pockets for any of your money you may have kept for yourself.  Be happy and thankful while we tell lies to your spouse and child that drive them away from you.

How about others?  I've been exercising my urge to purge these idiot phrases from my vocabulary so I don't remember them all.  Drop them into the comment field, OK?

As far as the Spiritual Rights Foundation's overall vocabulary is concerned, at best they are stuck in the 70's.  No, not the 80's.  The stinky, ratty-haired, dirty, brain-dead era where everyone tried something new not because they had learned about it and thought it through - they did it to piss off their parents.

I think I never saw so many people speaking, walking and sometimes looking a lot like those from the 70's.  In fact, I recall one person who appeared to me to be an aging hippie was actually younger than me.  That person embraced the time-freeze at SRF so well, they were able to convincingly present themselves as a member of a generation they were never a part of.

While this person has left the confines of the evil SRF cult, they still extol the blissful atmosphere of the cesspool and praise the sunshine, patchouli oil scent, long peasant skirts and just mellowing out maaaaaaaaan.

Anyway, combine their deliberate misuse of language to serve their needs with their inability to improve and update their vocabulary and you get a micro-world with it's own language that has a meaning unknowable to those who have a brain left and not understood even by those who created it.

Of course, we who have no evil motives use language to communicate clearly to the established standards of language - like using the dictionary definitions to clarify our speech.

But the Spiritual Rights Foundation and the Academy for Psychic Studies use language for a completely different purpose.

We who have been there found out the hard way.

No, their language didn't re-define our universe, clarify our minds, sharpen our intuition or heighten our senses.

We found our minds clouded from the ever changing definitions of the principles.  Our intuition was dulled from having to re-define and re-structure ourselves.  Our senses were dulled from the lack of sleep, the demand for excessive work, and the never-ending classes that droned on and on from early evening into the next morning.

That had to be the real purpose: to break us down, to make us submissive, to create a receptive and accepting atmosphere for the evil principles and for the mind control they needed so much to continue.

Like a horse, once we were broken, our controllers could ride us as hard and as long as they wanted.

Looking back on all that has happened over the years, I am not at all surprised that Rev. William (Bill) Duby had to perpetuate his own brand of mind control on his followers.  He had to do it so he could feed the two hungry bears named Angela and Robin, as well as his on insatiable appetite for all the creature comforts and expensive toys he wanted.

It's ironic though, that Bill Duby dropped dead at an early age and was didn't have all that long to enjoy his farm, his luxury RV, his satellite TV and all the gold coins, custom Harleys and Cadillacs that a wealthy man could have.

Bill did advise his two wives to close SRF down, break apart what's left and start over if he died.

They didn't.

So as interest in SRF declines and as the credibility of the Academy for Psychic Studies swirls down the toilet, Bill's sister wives continue to fiddle while their empire crumbles.

If these two were really so devoted to the principles and teachings of their lover, master and teacher, why didn't they break apart the Spiritual Rights Foundation as directed?

They say they want to maintain a place for psychic and spiritual people to gather, teach and learn.

They left out the part where you have to pay to attend that place and that you have to give free labor to that place and they left out how all that money goes to two women and only two women.

The money it takes to maintain the SRF sewer is fairly low.  Even with declining interest, they can survive.  So if there is a huge profit, why is it that the congregation pays a ton just for the privilege of showing up and working for free?