Today's Title: Entitlement

Happy Days: Robin Dumolin found her new husband!

Now she's looking for a bottle of poison...

You know, when there are two people in the world who think they can have whatever they want because they want it, there's got to be a reason why.

I mean, who grows up thinking like that?  Oh, right...

Well apart from that, how did the Witches of Ellsworth Street gain a sense of entitlement so strong, they had no qualms about doing things like demand money from their followers to pay for things they wanted (and could afford anyway), pay for things their Golden Child wanted (which the Witches could afford anyway), not pay for things they needed like a new public image that would at least take the stink off their cesspool and do crazy shit like file a sure-to-lose lawsuit and build illegal construction that would certainly be reported.

I won't be doing the Sigmund Freud thing and look into their childhoods and parentage.

I'll just start the story from point of hook-up.  It's when the Witches of Ellsworth Street got themselves in with a street hustler, card cheat and madman.  That guy, of course, is Bill Duby.

According to Bill, one of his friends came up to him and asked if he would get a woman out of the "nut house".  Bill said he had no idea it was Angela Silva but went to get her anyway.  After that fateful event, according to Bill, he "couldn't get rid of her".

As Bill became more and more psychotic he traveled along the path of spiritual enlightenment.  One of those events involved Angela.  According to her, Bill took her by the hand as they embarked on a trip into the light.  Bill took her out of her body.  The walls of their ramshackle apartment appeared to be breathing, Angela claims she was up in a high corner of the room and could see her own body lying on the bed.

Someone calls that a psychic enlightenment.  I call it an LSD trip.

I have heard that description from several people who took LSD - walls breathing, their spirit floating while they were lying down.  Worst of all, that trip kept coming back long after the LSD wore off.  Something in their noggins switched.

Paradoxically, Bill claimed over and over again he would have to tie up Angela and beat her to unconsciousness to prevent her from using drugs.  Also paradoxically, Bill would tell tales of Angela pulling a gun on her ex-husband after he imprisoned her in their home and beat her.  How Bill managed to avoid getting shot is anyone's guess.  Actually, how Bill figured out Angela pulled a gun on her ex and how she came to get a gun at that time was anyone's guess as well (although Angela is said to keep a rusty .38 Special in her home currently).



After establishing his psychotic school, Bill Duby was awash in young women eager to please their spiritual leader.  Maybe a little too eager.  Two young women were notable.  They were named "trouble one" and "trouble two".  I don't recall who was who but I do know the names of one of the trouble twins.

Robin Dumolin.

Bill's next tall tale was the time he says he saw Robin.  She came in with another man (who was related somehow to another notable former member - I don't remember who) and was said to be either married or engaged with him.  Robin was also said to be somewhat of a nerd.

Bill claims Robin was being mistreated by her lover and Bill, being the kind, gentle and caring man he is, swept Robin off her feet, expelled her lover from SRF and introduced Robin to a whole new level of mistreatment.

Unfortunately for us, that involved Robin being elevated to the position of Vice President of the Spiritual Rights Foundation, under Angela Silva as President and over us as no-account shitheels.

Now, Bill's master plan was complete.


With the Witches of Ellsworth Street firmly implanted as the not only the co-leaders of the Spiritual Rights Foundation and empowered to do whatever they damn well pleased, the Witches were also Bill's full-time cohorts.

In order to keep his followers following, Bill used his con man skills to weave a tale of spirituality so convoluted and so esoteric, no one could understand it.  So of course, if we couldn't understand it, we weren't as enlightened.  If we weren't as enlightened, we have to listen to him even more.

However, the one thing Bill could not endure was the task of keeping his flock right where he wanted them.  That required muscle.  Psychotic muscle.  When you are taking money from your marks, your really don't want them to think you are taking their money.

So, Bill assigned that task to everyone else.  Especially his two cohorts.

What was worse (for us anyway) was Bill's inherent paranoia.  As Bill was taking Social Security payments for his psychiatric diseases he was afraid his income would be cancelled if he made money from SRF.  Of course Bill totally missed that he could make one hell of a lot more on an SRF ministerial stipend than his 800 dollar SSI payment - and it would be tax-free as well.  Fucking idiot...

As that explanation made no damn sense to me at the time, I wondered what in hell would keep him out of the SRF businesses while spending whatever he damn well pleased on whatever the hell he wanted.

For Bill, after he was accused of molesting Angela's daughter, he made payoffs to his accusers so he can keep his ass out of San Quentin and his potential cellmate out of his asshole.  According to legend, Bill resigned his SRF directorial position and maintained a distance from SRF's business affairs so he would officially have no assets.  That maneuver would discourage any lawsuit (for just about any reason) as it would be not worth the time and expense of filing suit against a man who has nothing and has little prospect of having anything.

Gee, I guess I have to feel great the Witches tried to sue me and Joy.  That means we have enough net worth to hold the Witches' interest.  And they say they don't try to take people's assets...

Anyway, with Bill out of the SRF business picture there was practically no one who could keep a leash on the Witches when it came to using SRF money.  And boy did they use it.

Bill would proudly announce how his women were well taken care of and that we low-life shitbirds need to follow his lead and do likewise.

What Bill didn't say was his women were taken care of by our money and our labor.

Bill used his manic tears to envision new money-making ventures for "SRF".  Without exception, these ventures were headed by one or both of the Witches of Ellsworth Street.  Also without exception, these ventures were providing the Witches with money while the Witches did little to no work.  And if the SRF enterprise Liberty Construction is a model (and I'm sure it is) a percentage of the income (that's not profits, it's income before expenses like wages are paid) went directly into Robin and Angela's cauldron.

While all this skulduggery was going on, Bill made wild and likely exaggerated claims that Angela had superior spiritual powers and such a connection with God Himself that she was second only to St. Peter in piety and psychic wisdom.

I forget what he said about Robin.  Probably "pay her, or else..."

Bill's wild and too-true-to-be-real stories about his Witches not only elevated their status in the eyes of the followers but inflated the egos of the Witches to the point where we had to serve their wants and needs far before our own needs and aspirations could be fulfilled.

Who needed a new car?  The followers had to do it the hard way and settle for whatever they could get for their meager budgets.  The Witches could buy any new car any damn time they wanted.  Clothes?  Followers were literally buying off-the-rack at the Salvation Army and Goodwill.  The Witches shopped at Macy's and other fine department stores.  How about real estate?  Only the older couples who owned their homes well before they were entrapped at SRF held real estate.   The rest could never even come close to owning a home -  at least not until they could escape safely.  We know the Witches held the SRF Blue Sky Ranch.  Who knows what else they are holding.  Oh right... all the real estate SRF owns.

While Bill's followers were routinely going broke, his Witches were routinely getting their hands on more money.  Angela was famous for dropping a gigantic, thick envelope in the tithe basket (to inspire the shitheels to give more)  - then fishing it back out when no one was looking.  Robin was regularly seen counting money.  We thought it was her job to keep the money flowing for our well being.  Actually, she kept the money flowing for her own well being.

The Witches traveled in comfort using Bill's luxury RV or one of their luxury cars.  They provided slimy and barely-edible slop for the followers while they dined on steak.  Expenses for health care, dental work, even Angela Silva's botox and facelifts were hardly a care for the Witches while the followers depended on assistance from the public health system.

Life at the top of the SRF garbage heap was good.  So good, there should have been no need to rock the boat and risk sinking the ship.

Unfortunately, that's not how the Witches think.

Despite their comfortable position, the Witches craved more and more and more:  More money.  More power.  More adulation.  More compliance.

And it's that level of greed that is the Witches' downfall.  Their hunger for money and their urge to abuse their position power to manipulate even their closest comrades was intended to spur their victims into working harder and motivate them into doing all the idiotic things necessary to put them back into the Witches' good graces.  That, of course, is impossible if you think about it.  And instead of motivating the followers for even more work, more money, more running in circles and more loving support, it just motivated followers to walk out the door, leaving the Witches standing alone at a leaky cauldron.

The events of the last few years have borne that out.  What with the church bishop and head of their formerly lucrative ISHI Hypnosis scam leaving due to the Witches cutting her monthly stipend to zero and her share of ISHI Hypnosis revenues to less than one fifth (and recovering by way of charging rent on the bishop's church-owned apartment as well as other charges) with their most enthusiastic female follower running like hell and their general membership crashing down to a single digit, I'd have to say the Witches of Ellsworth Street have been demonstrating what they have been doing well for years: taking advantage of people and pissing them off.

Those who wanted a bit of the good life that was denied them for decades were so degraded and exploited, they finally answered the alarm clock and jumped in the shower.  Their awakening allowed them to see the Witches as exactly who they are: mean, evil and greedy (I guess that could be the names of the remaining SRF board members).

I think it's telling that the only remaining active board member is an endomorph whose own lack of character is legendary; and his own lust for power and vengeance is fed by his obsequious loyalty to the Witches who simultaneously reward and exploit him.  Bill Duby kept talking about "birds of a feather" or in his terms "like attracts like".  With a board of directors as homogeneous as this, you can expect you'll be treated like dirt.

But that really illustrates how the Witches think: when two women are elevated to the level of gods, when their positions allow them unabated power over their followers and when those women abuse their power only to gain advantage over their flock, it's more than a situation of uncontrolled and unrestrained despotism.  

It's more like the Brides of Frankenstein have got loose and are dragging their monster behind them.

The Academy for Psychic Studies - Ejected

At the Academy for Psychic Studies, it costs to stay,

it even costs to get thrown out.

One of the rare blessings the Witches of Ellsworth Street can bestow upon their weary flock is the blessing of being tossed out the door of the Academy for Psychic Studies.

Now of course (as is their usual practice) that ejection from that spiritual haven is made with as much trauma as they can possibly muster.  The unfortunate victim is generally summoned to a private meeting in one of the cult's torture facilities with the Witches or their hit-man so they can hear first-hand how he or she has failed in their spiritual duty to keep Robin Dumolin's day spa treatments paid for or Angela Silva's QVC account in the black.

Some are tossed because of the relentless pressure to pay more and more and more.  Others are expelled for reasons that make no damn sense at all.

I've known of people being shown the door just because they are "not teachable".  Translation: "you still have a mind of your own".  Mostly, they aren't dumb enough to accept all of the psychotic ramblings of the Academy for Psychic Studies and worse, they don't shell out the ridiculous fees demanded to participate in more psychotic training and mind control.

Quite a few people are told "you are too powerful for the place".  What that means is: "we don't really know why we don't like you, but we don't like you". There's not much to say after that.

Two such people were a couple of gals who were pretty much from the inner city.  You can tell from their dress and demeanor.  While they were treated with suspicion, I actually liked them and spent some time with them.  Maybe they weren't all the cult leaders wanted in a follower but they seemed good enough to me.

When Angela Silva got a cold call from a mortgage broker, she immediately believed those two paid a ton of money to enroll in the Clairvoyant Training Program for the purpose of stealing Angela's mail and making a fraudulent loan application.  If you think about the circumstances, you'll see that was just plain idiotic.

Why pay money to steal mail when you can come around to a healing clinic for free to steal mail?  Why would they give Angela's phone number to a mortgage guy if they wanted to get the money?  And as this happened during the mortgage mess, why didn't Angela Silva, psychic extraordinaire who can sniff out a lie a mile away, figure out it was just another scam call?

Nope.  Angela Silva ordered the two gals to be ejected immediately and the bigger, fatter and obnoxious males were dispatched to intercept the two at the door and tell them "you are too powerful for the place" and chase them down the street to the door of the Berkeley Psychic Institute.  No kidding. We were told to send the two to BPI.

People were ejected in gruff and perfunctory manners regularly.  Being told they are too powerful, unteachable or just plain un-liked.  Some were just shown the door when the were too overwhelmed with personal issues to spend all their waking and sleeping hours doing the Witches' bidding.

Every one of them paid the price upon ejection.

Bills for imaginary unpaid debts continued to be sent.

Some report bills were sent to their mailbox monthly and out of some sense of duty, they were paid.

Others paid an even bigger price.

The sense of betrayal, loss and humiliation at the manner of their ejection triggered PTSD symptoms, depression or other mental or emotional conditions.  Some still struggle with those issues.

A few try to hang on, attending the sham "church" services or the useless "healing clinics" in the hope they may find some redemption.  Of course, they attend whatever events they can and pay out whatever is demanded of them. Even with the regular payment of hundreds of dollars a month, there's no redemption - but the Witches cash the checks anyway.

Some try to re-enter after their ejection.  None of those people ever stayed.  I guess the second time around opened their eyes.

I know of one person who left somewhat disappointed as their experience with the cult was much less than desired.  Nice call.  However a few months later, that person returned saying all her friends were in the cult.  Her involvement in the cult took so much of her time, her usual circle of friends abandoned her.

Now all the persons I have seen leave the cult experienced a trauma and were in the grips of fear when they left.  It's the indoctrination of the cult that sets up that awful situation.

Not only did the psychotic founder expound on the dangers of leaving the cult, so did the Witches.  Their motivations weren't so much concern for your emotional health, they just wanted to make the prospect of leaving the Academy's atmosphere of mind control and exploitation so traumatic and daunting, anyone who escaped their clutches would have to pay in a manner that costs far more than money.

The final group who departed this spiritual shitheap were, as a whole, in fear of the outside world.  I know several who say they stayed because of fear.  Fear of the things freedoms provides.  Fear of planning their own lives.  Fear of making their own decisions.

One such person was gripped in fear until the Bishop made the decision to make her way out the door.  Now that person has embraced her own life and is living it to the fullest.  She's still damned afraid of retaliation by the witches, though and while I am sure she has read this blog, there's no way she'll ever acknowledge it.

And that is what awaits the new recruit of the Academy for Psychic Studies.  The love-bombing and good vibes the newbie feels at the beginning of his journey last long enough to ensnare his soule and capture his mind.  Then it is a life of indentured servitude and prostration to the whims of the Witches.  If you don't like that - well, there's the door and the world the Witches put you in fear of awaits to exploit and defame you just as bad as you'll find in the Academy.

When leaving an organization is more frightening than joining, when the prospect of being removed at a moment's notice for imaginary reasons is ever-present, what is the sense in joining in the first place?

And what would you think when a spiritual haven like the Academy for Psychic Studies creates the fear of leaving them, then uses that fear to ensure your departure is as traumatic as possible?

Yeah, I wouldn't want to join either.


  

The Academy for Psychic Studies - Turd Polishing

No matter what you do with the Blue Sky Ranch,

it's still a double-wide from the 60's

So, the infamous and decrepit Blue Sky Ranch has a sale pending.

Come on, it had to happen.  Final price has not been disclosed but I would imagine any offer would have to be well below listing price.  Why wouldn't it? The damn thing has been on the market for over a year and the areas that were gutted (thanks to my report to the county authorities) were unfinished as The Witches of Ellsworth Street were too pissed to think straight.

The ranch has, of late, been unkempt, neglected and just exploited for whatever value the Witches could extract from it - just like they do to the followers of the Academy for Psychic Studies.

Those of us who have lived through this nightmare can tell you:  it's a nightmare that must end and now, it will.

So many people broke their backs laboring in the hot delta sun or penetrating winter cold to fulfill a perverse and psychotic vision.  The promises of a place for rest and recovery from the pressures of the city were dashed when Angela announced all those who come to the Blue Sky Ranch were to be working or paying.  Any hope of a community where loyal ministers could retire for life in a cottage provided by the Academy sunk into the swamp faster than the trailer the Witches put on stilts.  A productive farm?  Not a chance.  The Witches killed more animals than they sold!

Some will look on the Blue Sky Ranch with fondness.  They also believe no one was taken advantage of either.  The rest of us are just glad it's over, never to be resurrected.

As for me, I'm glad I had the unmitigated balls to contact the Contra Costa Building Inspection service and report the illegal construction.  I was even more happy that it was ordered to be taken down.  Even better, I was happy to see that fines were applied as well as additional property tax because the Witches were more intent on obfuscation and concealment than being good citizens.

Now that the property is being sold, I have to address some of the people who claimed my actions were based in vengeance or some other kind of unwarranted motivation.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Your neighbor does some fucked-up-shit to his house (and one of mine did) that endangers the safety and integrity of your home or does some construction on the DL that allows him to do something totally illegal that will eventually fuck up your insurance rates because when his house falls over, it will take yours with it and your report to the city is an act of vengeance?

Eat me.

The construction activities of the Witches were indeed illegal and they were forced to remedy it - as well as pay fines and increased taxes.  Of course the consequence was a safe and legal building.  That a poor sucker thinking he's buying a nice ranch for himself and his family doesn't deserve to have a little protection from the Witches legerdemain never occurred to those who cry "vengeance".

Sure, I might have said nothing.  Someone would make an offer on the Ranch, find that financing was impossible as the building was not flood-safe and therefore disqualified from National Flood Insurance (a must for any mortgage lender).  Maybe that buyer would find private financing or would pay cash (which would make Robin Dumolin's withered clam dripping wet with excitement) and later discover he'd been had.  A lawsuit may begin but why make a hapless buyer suffer through legal process when he shouldn't in the first place?  Or maybe the buyer will just try to negotiate a lower price due to the illegal construction (essentially getting it for free)?  Are you kidding?

No.  The right thing was to make a report of illegal construction.  The right thing was to wait until the Ranch was on the market.  If the Blue Sky Ranch fell on the heads of the Witches, it's their property and their risk.  That, we can leave alone.

Putting one over on the public - not so much.

At any rate, this is another one of the Witches failed enterprises we will add to the long list of failed enterprises Reverend Bill Duby left behind.

And it is proof that the only profitable activity Bill Duby, Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin ever engaged in was fleecing their followers and keeping them under their thumb.

The Biggest Losers

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...

The Academy for Psychic Studies - It's not made up.

Dammit, Robin!  Get a wax!

...and hit the gym while you're at it!

One of the things I noticed very strongly when I see any videos, publications, web sites or any other damn publicly available promotional crap from the Academy for Psychic Studies is the dumpy, frumpy and unimpressive appearance of the unfortunate members thrust into the public eye.

When preparing for the all-important public display, Witch Angela Silva and her counterpart Robin Dumolin benefit from shopping sprees at Macy's, mani-pedis at the day spa, botox, cosmetic surgery, the finest make-up and only the most skilled hair stylists, affording them the most angelic and divine countenance for their photo or video shoot.  

The followers, however, are left to their own devices.

Most All of them have far fewer resources than the Witches, so their method of preparation for their public appearances is pretty much brushing the dandruff from their well-worn secondhand shirt, wiping their hair with gasoline to remove the grease and hoping the camera won't pick up their blemishes.

Take a look at the current Academy for Psychic Studies web site (and this link goes to the appropriate Google page - not the actual site you fucking SRF troll).

It won't take long to view the remaining staph members - there are only a few of them.  However, you'll notice something very similar about their pictures and very different about the Witches' pictures.

While the Witches have benefited from their image consultants and on-call makeup artists, the followers' appearance is nothing more than whatever they threw together in the 30 seconds they had before their picture was taken at gunpoint.

I'll have to say, one woman looks fresh-faced and takes fair pride in presenting a pleasant appearance.

The rest look like they rode a motorcycle through a hailstorm.

It's so illustrative of the vast divide between leaders and followers or in this case, Witches and their victims.

When you have the resources to present the kind of public image you want and have no responsibilities in the world except to beat your deluded followers into keeping you as carefree as you desire, you'll look as fresh as a newborn baby.

That's not just what we see in the Witches - it's an accepted scientific theory backed up by research.  I even wrote about it.

So it's no wonder that the followers look beat down, downtrodden and decrepit.

Wouldn't an extreme makeover been helpful?  Sure, if you could afford it.  These people not only cannot, they have been so brainwashed into thinking their outer appearance is meaningless they actually make their outer appearance as meaningless as it could possibly be.

Well in the warm and nourishing environment of the Academy for Psychic Studies, wouldn't the Witches of Ellsworth Street have been as charitable as they say and spent a few of their hard-stolen dollars to revive their flock and give them the appearance of vitality, prosperity and the attractiveness of, you know, living people?

As that would cost the Witches a few dollars on some nice clothes from the discount store, a beauty school student to practice makeup and hair styling on them and the annoyance of having all six of the fuckers in SRF HQ at once while a professional photographer worked magic, it was a non-starter.

Once again, the Witches of Ellsworth have used the whip when they needed to offer a carrot.

The small investment in clothes, makeup, a decent haircut and style have cost them more than the would have gained.  With the repulsive images of the followers in such contrast to the fresh-from-the-spa appearance of the Witches, more prospective victims will turn and vomit into the nearest trash can than reach for the phone for a reading or click through to a class signup.

As for what they might have gained, with appearance being important with the segment of the public interested in their targets, the frumpy and backwoods presentation of the staff members projects an image of lackadaisical and careless attitude to the public.  In the mind of the public, those who do not care for themselves would not care for the public.

So by their own public presentation  the Academy for Psychic Studies have shown once again how little they care for the welfare of those they serve and how much the Witches care for what they can get.

  

Slim Pickings at The Academy for Psychic Studies

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.