So, I went to get my vision checked today. The doc was great. When he inspected my current lenses he said "do you really like these progressive lenses?"
Me: "they suck"
Doc: "Yeah. When you try to combine distance lenses with close-in lenses like that, it's a compromise and you can't see shit near or far."
That kind of sets up something I've been thinking about Bill Duby, his Witches and the unfortunate few who are still stinking up the place. Mostly, though, I was thinking about the crap Bill Duby spewed as his own psychic revelations and spiritual inspirations. It's all a compromise.
A hodge-podge of various teachings of diverse and varied beliefs all mashed into one perverse and idiotic mess of blurry and uninspiring crap.
Basically, for those who haven't seen the Academy for Psychic Studies brand of spiritual sewage, you'll find the stuff you flush is more attractive and truthful than the what you'll find at the Academy
OK, so there has been much said about what is taught at the Academy for Psychic Studies and its similarities to Scientology.
And for you turds who believe I mistook a plaque made in honor of Lewis Bostwick (Rev. Bill Duby's make-believe mentor - kind of like your five-year-old's make believe friend) for one in honor of L. Ron Hubbard, stop reading now as you could possibly go psychotic when you get to the rest of this post.
First, the obvious: "Reverend" Bill Duby was at the very least, enamored with Scientology. Bill often quoted L. Ron Hubbard's observation: to really make money, start a church. So Bill did - make money, that is. We already know he started a scam church.
Bill used some of the techniques his pretend mentor L. Ron Hubbard allegedly used. I say allegedly as I have never been to Scientology and I am damned sure Bill Duby didn't get any closer to Hubbard than he did with Lewis Bostwick - unless Lewis Bostwick giving Bill a kick in the ass counts as a close relationship.
After whipping up collective maniacal enthusiasm for one of his rambling psychotic delusions, Bill would go on and on about the evil disembodied spirits infesting our bodies and that those spirits were hell-bent on impeding your personal growth. Worse, evil spiders and malicious snakes were transported from other worlds in distant galaxies to trespass into your psychic space, causing harm in your "space" and repelling other psychotics who come to your aid.
As for the psychic readings, the positions we took (seated, facing each other) with the reader doing most of the insulting (I mean, provision of spiritual insight. My bad...) with the "read-ee" having to sit motionless while they have to inhale B.O. and farts was probably the only thing in common with Scientology. Those readings were pretty similar to the readings conducted in gypsy wagons.
As far as I can see (again based on what I see online, not from actual experience) Bill's opinion that otherworldly beings inhabit our personal space and that only he had the cure for our ills is the only damn thing I can see that is all that similar to Scientology.
Thank God.
Although Bill thought he was teaching Scientology (down to the point where he said on two occasions "You guys didn't know you were learning Scientology, did you?") he had no fucking idea what the hell he was talking about. I think Bill used the spectre of Scientology as a method to deceive us into giving Bill the kind of legitimacy he always wanted but could never earn using his own thoughts and delusions.
There are a few other things Bill was feeding us as well. Those things came from another place. A place without the sinister reputation as Scientology but also somewhat mysterious.
The Rosicrucians have a doctrine on healing the sick with some critters called "invisible helpers". These helpers are also without bodies but they work to cure the sick of their ills. Of course, helpers can only help remove illness and discomfort. Helpers need other invisible beings who are qualified psychic physicians or "surgeons".
And of course, the sacred symbol of the Rosicrucians is the rose.
Think back to when the Witches and the Psychotic Founder showed us all how to perform psychic healings. A rose in front of our flaccid countenance Allowing a healing guide to attach to one hand and a healing psychic surgeon to attach to the other.
That's not a Scientology-inspired technique. It's stolen straight from the Rosicrucians.
But what about the rest, you might ask?
The "advanced" psychotic delusions Bill Duby defecated onto his unwitting flock was nothing more than his take on L. Ron Hubbard's writings on Dianetics and whatever else, the dribs and drabs that the Berkeley Psychic Institute allowed him to see (before they heaved him out the door) and whatever crap Robin Dumolin saw on Oprah.
If you were to take the time to listen to all of the recorded digital discharge urinated from the Academy's publishing arm Health and Wealth, you'd notice a distinct similarity between all the materials - they just take a certain situation and tell you: you can heal, you are whole, you are perfect.
Just take one thing and repeat it a hundred times, it becomes truth by default. It becomes real only from repetition and the fact you can't get that goddamn earworm out of your head.
So what about all the crap spewed out by Bill Duby, the Witches of Ellsworth Street and the staph members who are experiencing a slow, painful death as they wallow in the mire of the Academy for Psychic Studies?
It's simple: it was crap from the day it was conceived, it stayed crap throughout its lifetime and not a damn one of them understands any of it.
Nor will they ever.
So it makes you wonder why the fuck anyone would believe it now or ever.
i can attest that the plaque hung near the fireplace during much of the 80s, paying homage to rev. bill's "teachers" l. ron hubbard, dr. gene scott, and lewis bostwick. flim-flam men all, to whose level he never quite rose...
ReplyDeletei remember that he had us watch a hollywood biopic about p.t. barnum. it seems like sometimes he gave blatant clues about his true nature: a scam artist.
does anyone remember a kid named "billy" who was purported to be rev. bill's "brother?" he hung around for a year or so during the 80s, than disappeared...
Yes, I do! When asked about his relationship to Reverend William Duby, Billy was famous for saying "same loaf, different oven". Billy was a half-brother of William Duby.
ReplyDeleteI'll go on about it more later but around the late 90's or early 2000's, Billy was on parole for a drug conviction and was taken in by his brother. Billy's antics were similar to his brother's even his habit of talking while walking out the room then returning to say even more.
After William Duby's death, Billy got some cash together and beat it the hell out of the den of iniquity for places unknown. The rumor was he went to Las Vegas to chase some woman.
Interestingly when William Duby met his timely demise, he was engaged in his usual comedic antics about Billy and a female member who had some interest in Billy. During the usual embarrassing missive, William said he felt light-headed, sat himself in his decrepit barstool and promptly dropped face-first on the floor.
People laughed while William lay prone and took action only after his face turned a deep shade of purple.
So, Billy was present as his brother's spiritual presence was snatched up by a higher power and flushed down the toilet of irrelevance.
I once got a phone message from a drunken turd one Sunday morning saying only "...Stupid... Fucking... Blog... (urp) (grunt)... Stupid... Stupid... (belch) (grunt)" The voice sounded like Billy's characteristic gravelly growl.
Who knows where Billy landed. My guess is he's back to the life of booze, drugs and whatever else. No telling what would have happened to him if he stuck around. Actually, he'd probably be screwed like everyone else.
so weird that the duby brothers were given the same name, and so amusing the right rev. was talking about him when he keeled over. i'm sure billy's "beast"-like behavior would not be tolerated in any other men in SRF.
ReplyDeletetheir father - I wonder what HIS story is? is his name bill too?? all hail the blessed loaf of duby senior...