Anyway, while I was stuck in front of the TV watching people get whipped to an inch of their lives, made to do things they would never would have thought to do so viewers can take pleasure in watching their bodies move in unusual ways, I realized it was the "Biggest Loser" on the big screen and not porn.
Of course my mind works in wonderfully warped ways. Tonight the perverse thought conceived in my noggin and emitted onto the interweb is how the bodies of the Academy for Psychic Studies followers, "staff" members and founders changed as they delved deeper and deeper into the depths of the psychotic miasma they call "meditation".
As I was watching "The Biggest Loser" while handcuffed to the sofa, I realized there was a certain corpulent turd who has been one cheeseburger away from a triple bypass for years. Many others found themselves gaining extra poundage as well.
The psychotic founder, William Duby, was no exception. When he started his psychic cesspit, Duby had a fairly trim body, reminiscent of the athlete he used to be. At that time, Duby had been practicing the idiotic crap he learned from the Berkeley Psychic Institute for only a few years.
Some years later (and not that many after he began using the BPI bullshit) Bill Duby started to lose his athletic form and traded it in for a beer gut, pockmarked complexion, thinning hair and other such reduction in this formerly svelte appearance.
So, what's the connection?
Well, as sitting motionless for hours contemplating how your ass will be kicked if you move prematurely, or what would happen if you piss your pants because Robin Dumolin is standing nearby with a cat 'o nine tales blocking the door to the shithouse leaves little time to prepare a healthy meal or get some fucking exercise.
It never failed. Those who entered the demoralizing and perverse practices of the Academy for Psychic Studies entered with their bodies one hell of a lot thinner (and their wallets a lot fatter) then left with their bellies hanging over their belts and the cult goon chasing them to pay the account balances that mysteriously grew and grew with unknown charges and were never credited with payments.
You could tell who were most affected by the sedentary lifestyle: they were the people who were healthy and fit when you saw them for the first time. After years of sitting, eyes closed, the only activity the waving of hands in the air and feeling up an imaginary rose, after years of eating only fast food on the run because the spiritual lifestyle requires you being on the road to be paraded for public ridicule, eating idiotic amounts of chocolate because Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin encourage you to satisfy your spiritual urges by buying dozens of Hershey bars from their vending machines, the slim and attractive neophytes became fat, discouraged and bitter seasoned vets (but highly psychic ones).
You would think the head psychotic would encourage his lame followers to abandon the destructive lifestyle that caused ruin to their health.
Yeah, you might. The dead bastard did insult anyone with so much as an extra ounce of poundage and singled out those with beer guts matching his own as being so possessed , the unfortunate victim's body was trying to protect itself from the resident spirit's evil nature.
Of course, Bill's own corpulence was dismissed as psychic protection against the evils committed by his followers as his own spiritual presence was unimpeachable (under penalty of death).
So think about it: if you were practicing something that made you sit on your ass for hours a day, if you worked a "voluntary" schedule sitting around writing idiotic and incomprehensible missives, if your schedule were so filled with useless tasks and travel to decrepit and dilapidated places meals were whatever you can get at Burger King's drive-thru window, you'd make yourself a Michelin Man in no time.
If that is the case (and you know that is true for the Academy for Psychic Studies) why in hell would anyone engage in something that unhealthy for you?
Oh, it's for the two minutes of spiritual enlightenment you get just before you have a heart attack.
My bad...
Wow, that shoop above. Ouch.
ReplyDeleteI am saddened to see what has happened to Rick Greer. I was an apprentice cook at Saul's while he was just beginning with the academy. I was just beginning my career as a cook and a few of the tricks he taught me I still use and pass down to others.
I always wondered why he and the guy in our kitchen from BPI wouldn't talk to each other even though they seemed to be into the same shit. :D
He used to be a nice guy once, not a BFF, but someone I liked, but then, cults are notorious for making shitheels out of nice folk. The rest they make poor. I hope he can overcome the fate they have provided him with. He probably told me his childhood nickname about the time Duby got it out of him performing what scientology calls 'finding one's ruin'. That confessed pain such as that has been used to turn him into what he is now makes me rage inside.
The academy might not have taught scientology to you in a literal sense, but the spirit is the same. The litany of abuses is absolutely identical in all but scale. Whoever has no already, might want to check out the articles/boards at xenu.net or ESMB. The bait and the spiritual technique are different, but the way they extort money is exactly the same. Bill must have learned Hubbard's lesson well. "Make money. Make others make money for you"
I am glad for those who are out. But for the grace of god...