Close Encounters

Here's a message even the followers 

of Rev. William Duby can understand.

If you have the unmitigated nerve to take a look at the Academy for Psychic Studies' Facebook page, you might notice something.  It's pretty fundamental, actually.

Of all the pictures they plastered on the page, of all the unadulterated bullshit they slather everywhere, of all the turds of insanity they have defecated, they missed something.  It's something that is obvious to us, apparent to them but not something the casual visitor or the brain-dead follower will notice.

Take a look at the pictures: not one of them illustrates any goddamn thing from the Academy.  Is there one picture of the building?  Are any of the staph members represented there?  Certainly you'll not see one picture of the Witches of Ellsworth Street.  No pictures of anyone in activities.  No pictures of anyone actually engaging with anyone.  No pictures of anyone doing a fucking thing.

And those of you jackholes who are scrutinizing this blog for technicalities: there are no fucking videos, audio recordings or any printed materials, notes or other text either.

If you are a prospective victim of this cult, I have to ask you: if these people are unwilling to reveal themselves in their own public relations materials, if you have a hard time seeing what is behind the iron gate, if the warm and nourishing people at the Academy want you to pay for their garbage in advance before they tell you what you can really expect, would you really trust them?

Take a look around.  The head honchos have a habit of staying in their residences eating KFC and throwing the bones into the yard for their lackeys to sweep, spending their follower's hard-earned money on idiotic junk found on QVC and using their phones to call in ass tear-ings to whoever has the bad fortune to be the floor supervisor that day.  When they do appear, it's for an event so special, the 5 remaining followers arrive early enough for Robin Dumolin to deliver whippings to the women and stage special latex fashion shows for the men before the special evening propaganda meeting and bedtime story.

So if the leaders are so important that their appearance is the most special and revered event in the Academy for Psychic Studies power-packed calendar of crap, you might think "What in the hell kind of place did I run into?".

You have got to know the answer:  it's a cult.

Not that the Witches of Ellsworth Street are your typical cult leaders.  Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva inherited their positions from the psychic founder William Duby.

No fair saying Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva were duly elected.  As everyone knows, an election at the Academy for Psychic Studies is like an election in North Korea.  The result has been determined before the ballots were printed, there is only one candidate per office and anyone not voting for the recommended candidates are identified for special psychic reform sessions of smelly women and emasculated men keeping you confined in a room until you see the light and change your vote, succumb to psychosis or just plain die.

At any rate, dissent will be addressed by the Witches' Kangaroo Kourt with all the fairness and judicial restraint as Kim Jong-Il at his weekly beer blast and orgy.

While the witches aren't the typical cult leaders and lack the same kind of apparent spiritual insight, connection to higher powers and overwhelming powers of bullshit, they devote themselves to the pursuit of higher awareness by attempting to get you to pay more and more and more for classes, recordings and so much other garbage, until you have handed over not only your life savings but you children's college funds as well as your grandmother's silver tea set.

It is simple, really.  Like too many other practitioners of psychic con games, the Witches of Ellsworth Street put their own worship of money well before any concern for your spiritual well-being.  Like all psychic con artists, they were eventually found out.

As this new year of prosperity begins, the Academy for Psychic Studies has unleashed their infamous series of expensive classes that can change your thinking to clean out those thoughts that prevent your having-ness and prepare you for the coming prosperity only the Academy can bring.

Never mind the Academy defines prosperity as "having what you need, when you need it" and not having enough money for a comfortable and happy life.

As Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva need their cosmetic surgery, trips to the spa, shopping sprees, monthly vacations to wherever they want and they need it right now due to their follower's failures to do their bidding, you might say Robin and Angela are indeed having what they need, when they need it.  Too bad the same can't be said for the followers.

The followers still scrape from day to day, shelling out hundreds of dollars a month in voluntary donations for classes Angela (as the director of spiritual education) requires them to take, hundreds more for monthly mandatory retreats the cult goon "requests" they attend (if they don't, he'll eat a bean burrito the size of a small child and fart until your living room smells like animals died there) and hundreds more for the tithe demanded of all followers or Robin will don her special leather outfit and show you what happens to bad boys who don't tithe.

A hundred dollars at a time, the followers are tapped, tapped and tapped out.  What they receive is nothing more than more demands for money.

So it's no wonder to me that there are only 6 followers remaining from what was a robust team of 40 or so.  It's also no wonder the heir-apparent of the cult bailed out of the cult when it became obvious she was being screwed as badly as everyone else.  No wonder their most fanatical followers walked out too.  Even less wonder that the last ones left are old, tired, and pretty much beaten.

Kind of hard to recruit new members when your team looks like they need a nursing home, a triple-bypass and a team of people to make them look presentable, isn't it?

That must be why this fucking cult is floundering and I, for one, will keep up the pressure and keep our side of the story in the public eye for as long as the Academy for Psychic Studies continues to shill their poisonous agenda.