Beans, Beans - The Magical Fruit...
OK, so this is what I really think about
The Academy for Psychic Studies
So during my usual perusal of the Academy for Psychic Studies' vacuous and intentionally condescending online defecations, I noticed one person in particular.
No, it's not Yoda. It's not Fat Bastard or Fred and Ethel from I Love Lucy either.
There's a hanger-on who's just hanging on. What the fuck she's hanging on for is anyone's guess. Well, maybe I can figure it out - or at least take a guess.
You see, this hanger-on is a aspiring filmmaker. She actually got a chance to make her own film. I actually got a chance to see it. That is 90 minutes I'll never get back. I was hoping to catch a nap while I saw it. No chance of that - I had nausea that kept me running to the bathroom.
So since the film thing didn't exactly pan out for this person, she was reduced to returning to her roots (such as they are).
She's one of, oh... ONE who's commenting on the Academy for Psychic Studies' Facebook page and she has the honor of warming a metal chair during the Academy's monthly "church" service. She must be the only one besides the six decrepit staph members at the monthly service. I wonder how she does it? You know, slipping out the back door before Robin Dumolin rummages around in her pockets while Angela Silva slaps her in the face.
Well, I guess she's used to Angela Silva slapping her in the face. She's the one who was told in no uncertain terms to stop participating in psychic readings and other acts of insanity unless she was prepared to fork over a couple large as a down payment to repeat the psychic education she had completed with distinction some years earlier, and pay out some $400 a month because Angela said so.
It's not that the hanger-on was found to be deficient in her psychic education - the Witches of Ellsworth Street found themselves a little light in the bank account and the hanger-on had some extra Benji's lying around.
That's the whole thing - you never can leave the Academy for Psychic Studies unless you are willing and able to not only turn your back on them but fart in their general direction as well. Whatever sign of weakness you may display, the Witches will be ready to pounce like a cat after a mouse.
And like a cat, they'll play with you again and again until you are exhausted. After a brief recovery, you'll be played with again, allowed to recover again until the cycle repeats. Your film sucks, and Angela will tell you to pay out a ton so she can help you heal the suckifying energy that caused your film to suck. Not that a lack of talent was the real cause. You can't con someone into paying you a shitpot of money if you say they are talent-less. You can if you tell them you can remove energy that blocks their talent-less-ness from expressing their true lack of talent, though.
So, I guess that's why the Witches insisted the hanger-on start paying again for classes she already completed.
Now as far as who's going there and who's new. Well, the answer is pretty much the same as always. People come in. People leave. You notice I didn't say they stay.
beans beans, they're good for your heart, the more you eat...
ReplyDeletepity about "winona" (I just finished reading "spiritual perversion" - RIVETING. steve wrote it with such honesty and bravery, thank you steve!!!). my only reaction is that it's just _sad_ she doesn't have better friends and family in her life - that she has to resort to re-entering the den of vipers that is SRF.
the fact that she was able to make that film - say what you will about it's quality - says something about her ability to achieve goals outside of SRF. I doubt those jerks approved of her doing such an involved project outside of SRF. i say again: what a pity.
my brief foray into that wretched place was because of her, but regardless, i had hoped that she finally saw it for what it is. it took me I think a couple of years to see that getting more involved there was a one-way ticket to nowheresville.
I remember that steve called me after I had distanced myself from the cult in an effort to get me re-involved, and I gave some non-committal answer. I was thrilled to find out much later that he had managed to get out himself, and in such spectacular fashion. "winona", don't you think _that_ would make for an interesting film?
One of the things I forgot to add was that Winona wasn't exactly encouraged to work in film. Well, only to the extent that she gave some equipment to the cult. It was her disappointment with her first film that led her back to the clutches of the cult. So, it's disappointment they prey on.
ReplyDeleteAs far as pursuing film as at least a hobby - you got it figured out already. "Why do something you failed at when you can come here to the cult and be a success?" they say.
That's pretty much what got her, I say. She's a hanger-on and will be forever - until this horrid place packs up and moves on.