The Academy for Psychic Studies - Kangaroo Kourt

Why name them?  You already know who they are.

Kangaroo Court

Those accused of crimes against the people of the state have the opportunity for a fair trial (due process of law) as guaranteed by the fifth amendment of the Constitution of the United States.  Even if you are facing a complaint from a private party, you still are entitled to protection guaranteed by the fifth amendment.

I know the fifth is usually perceived as "taking the fifth" and refusing to provide statements that may incriminate you but it says much more than that.

When due process of law is not provided (where the accused can defend himself and may confront and question his accusers) those judicial proceedings are called a Kangaroo Court.  It's called a Kangaroo Court because it leaps over the correct due process of law and jumps straight to the conclusion - which is generally presuming the unfortunate defendant is guilty until proven innocent and not allowing any evidence to the contrary

Even military tribunals follow due process, even though, per the constitution, they don't really have to.  It's the right thing to do.

As we have all seen, the right thing to do isn't the Spiritual Rights Foundation's forte.  In fact, to the leaders of the Spiritual Rights Foundation, the right thing to do (when viewed from the basic morals and values we were taught as good citizens of the United States) has not a thing to do with fairness but has every thing to do with whatever the hell one or more of the leaders feel like doing, no matter if it's right, no matter if the followers are adversely affected and no matter if there is no reason to do what they want to do in the first place.

The first thing that popped into my mind was an incident where Robin Dumolin was shocked to find that the old, expired food she was planning to push off on the unsuspecting membership as a nutritious and delicious dinner casserole (for 6 bucks a spoonful) before it walked off on its own went missing.  By using her superior and highly developed psychic powers, she knew instantly the name and motivation of the perpetrator.

A member who I'll call "Kenneth" was accused of eating the furry, dripping and infested slop from the refrigerator while Robin's back was turned.  Immediately, Kenneth's status within the iron gates of the cult went from less-than-good to subterranean.  He was demeaned as a low-life thief who preferred to steal the hard-stolen food of the Spiritual Rights Foundation's money-making enterprise than buy a decent meal of his own.

As Robin didn't actually see Kenneth steal food from her, she couldn't really say he did it.  However, it didn't stop her from saying he did.  And she ordered that padlocks be installed on all of her refrigerators immediately.

In classes, workshops, meetings, readings, healings, and whatever else the slave-masters had us do, we were reminded that Kenneth was the worst low-life known to mankind and that he and he alone would have the unmitigated gall, greed and disdain for the personal property of another to have literally raided the SRF refrigerator and steal the rotten, crappy food Robin was planning to con us into paying for.

I remember speaking with Kenneth at that time.  He said very clearly to me "I did not take food out of their damn refrigerators."  When pressed that was all he could say, knowing he can't prove a negative.

That wasn't a problem for the SRF leadership, though.  Kenneth's inability to prove his innocence just proved he was indeed guilty.

So from that day, Kenneth was treated like a felon.

But what really happened?

One of the hangers-on at the Spiritual Rights Foundation is a somewhat eccentric elderly man who occasionally attends a class or workshop but spends most of his weekends cleaning up the considerable mess left in the Spiritual Rights Foundation storage areas.  The bank of SRF refrigerators (now padlocked) were lined up there, holding toxic waste and other tasty items to be served to the unsuspecting membership.

One weekend, the eccentric man hobbled up to Robin Dumolin and croaked: "Reverend, I'll need you to unlock those refrigerators so I can take out all the bad and expired food"

Robin Dumolin: "huh?"

Eccentric man: "I've been cleaning out the rotten and expired food from the refrigerators for weeks now.  haven't you noticed there's more room in the refrigerators now?"

The padlocks were quietly removed but Kenneth remained in the doghouse.

Why?  Because at the Spiritual Rights Foundation, fairness isn't about truth.  It isn't about justice either.  It's all about snapping to attention and carrying out orders, no matter how wrong.  It's all about making sure the leaders retain the illusion of perfection and all-encompassing knowledge and wisdom.

They don't give a damn about what you or anyone thinks.  The SRF Kangaroo Kourt always hands down the correct verdict and appeals are unnecessary. The SRF Kangaroo Kourt dispenses punishment the old-fashioned way: they just beat the living daylights out of your soul, your, self-respect and every ounce of humanity you ever had.

And as Kenneth as a convenient target, he was on the receiving end of the Kangaroo Kourt time and time again.  No matter how thin the evidence.  No matter how wrong the verdict.  No matter if the crime was indeed the responsibility of another.  He was demonized over and over again and subjected to awful dehumanization, characterized as more animal than man, more insect than human.

Kenneth's treatment was far worse than necessary.  Even on the SRF relaxing and rejuvenating Weekend Retreats, where the gathered faithful would otherwise quietly unwind and recharge, he was treated like a disease and portrayed to those who barely knew him as a Judas, an insect, a turncoat and worse.

His is not the only story.  Many of us (me and basically everyone I knew there) faced the SRF Kangaroo Kourt at one time or another.  The Kangaroo Kourt met in secret, reviewing secret evidence, using their psychic powers to question witnesses through the ether and rendering a verdict and punishment unknown to the accused until their SRF "friends" confront them with their transgressions and demand penance.

Did anyone escape the wrath of the Witches who sit on the Kangaroo Kourt bench?

No.

Someday, sooner or later, you'll be on trial.  And someday, the Witches of Ellsworth will hold their tribunal of evil to decide your fate without even considering giving you the opportunity to speak or defend yourself.  If they like you, they will listen impatiently before you are given the command to shut up and accept your ostracization and complete isolation from the rest of the brain-damaged membership.

If you are given the chance to redeem yourself, be sure you can afford it.  Your debts to SRF will have to be paid in advance (of course, your account balance will mysteriously show you still owe money), your dedication will have to be shown in excess and the evil influences of life - your family, your spouse and your career will have to take a back seat to your nights, weekends and holidays slaving for the Witches of Ellsworth for no pay, no appreciation and no recognition.

I think I'd rather face a tribunal at Guantanamo Bay.  At least the weather is nicer.

The Amazing, Unending Classes at the Academy for Psychic Studies

Someone asked what it's like to take classes at
the Academy for Psychic Studies.

Well, now you know.

The following article is quite likely the one the Academy for Psychic Studies hates the most.  First, because it's all true.  Second because, well, it's all true.

Not even one of the commenters would say none of this is true.  They only whine about people left at SRF being "hurt".  Oddly, that same commentator admits to seeing "the hypocrisy" himself.  It's a shame he didn't want to talk about "the hypocrisy".  I expect that if he did, he'd be in for a big dose of "hurt" when the Academy found out about it.

I think the people doing the "hurting" are not present on this blog or anywhere outside the wrought iron gates of the Academy.  I write an account of the real-life happenings at the higher levels of Academy teachings.  We know it's all true because we've been there and we saw it.

When the Academy for Psychic Studies made their failed attempt to sue us into silence, they could not point to an untruth here, they could only complain that I called their place "a prison".  But in the opinion of many a prison is exactly what the Academy is.  

Please take this account and make of it what you will.  And take it with a grain of salt.  If those healings, readings, six-week classes do it for you, enjoy them!  Just go into the higher levels with your eyes wide open and your heart true to yourself.  

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The Academy for Psychic Studies is the arm of the Spiritual Rights Foundation that was formed to provide spiritual education to the public and its members.

Most of us had encountered the Spiritual Rights Foundation by way of the Academy for Psychic Studies. I have no idea why it makes sense to have a organization of a separate name to conduct spiritual education. The Academy and SRF were actually one and the same.

Classes and workshops were presented in the name of the Academy for Psychic Studies but oddly, the instructors were all ministers ordained by the Spiritual Rights Foundation. "Donations" for classes were paid directly to the Spiritual Rights Foundation, not the Academy.

Basic classes were six weeks long. Workshops, only two. Six week classes cost $140 at last look, two week workshops were $60. Those prices may have changed up or down. Probably up.

The six week classes teach the techniques of grounding, running energy and blowing roses among other topics. While there was strong emphasis on learning the basic techniques, the fundamental theory, the basic spiritual principles, were never presented. Apart from saying that the meditative and visualization techniques made you feel better, there was no real presentation of how this all works. No explanation other than it moves bad energy from your space. No sense of how these techniques are based in theological, medical or any other theory. You just had to take it on faith or leave.

Beaten into our head was the saying: To those who believe, no explanation is necessary. To those who do not believe, no explanation is possible.

I'll add this: To those who ask why, no explanation is given. To those who are asked to explain, you, well, ummm, errr... just get the fuck back in your goddamn body and ground you fucking transmedium.

Once you received training in the basic techniques, you were now eligible for admission to the prestigious Clairvoyant Training Program. In the CTP, you will develop the skill of reading the color and picture contained in the human aura and make interpretations based on what you see. The training cost some $2000 to join plus some $250 a month, over $75 a month (in lieu of performing monthly hours of word), expenses related to "field trips", fees for "retreats" as well as related expenses such as gas and meals (the training schedule is rigorous enough that there is little time for more than a quick gulp of fast food much less a healthy meal and you tend to be in the road a lot, travelling to fairs and other events to have your psychic skills paraded in front of the public).

The unofficial name for the Clairvoyant Training Program was "the year class". As originally conceived, the CTP was to last just about a year. Over time, the "year class" began to elongate. it went from a year to eighteen months to two years and eventually to as long as the leadership wanted to keep you there. My contemporaries and myself were in that class for over a decade.

As before, the need to practice the techniques are reinforced almost daily. But the spiritual or psychic basis for the need to conduct that kind of technique was never disclosed. Nor did anyone have the courage (or maybe insanity) to ask. Our job was to sit in trance and learn how to put the techniques into practice.

Only after I looked at the blog and YouTube page by Psychdoctorate did I realize the basic techniques of running energy, blowing roses and grounding were indeed the basic foundations of mind control and mental illness. With Bill Duby being there to encourage and inspire us to continue to practice and intensify our dedication in the program, we were under his spell without even knowing it.

He said often that he did not want to have a program like that at the Berkeley Psychic Institute where people went through in two years. He wanted to have a community of people instead.

Bill got a community all right. And we got a prison. Leaving was strongly opposed. Staying "in the energy" by remaining in the "year class" was encouraged daily. Even if that "year class" took more than a decade. Staying in the class (and under Bill's control) was emphasized so much that we were led into exercises intended to eliminate the desire to be anywhere but in class.

Even though the door was open, we could not leave. Our hearts, our minds our very sense of self was controlled by a madman named Bill Duby. The Clairvoyant Training Program was just the thing he needed to accomplish the mind control he desired.

Once released from your indeterminate confinement in the CTP, you would be presented with a ministerial title. And yet another class. The minister's class.

The minister's class was originally intended to train ministers in the art of psychic ministry. The teachers there were usually senior ministers - those who had been ministers at SRF and who rose through the ranks.

It became a forum to study the works of Emanuel Swedenborg and whatever Bill Duby was reading at the time. Again, everyone was required to purchase the materials and learn the contents by rote without any reason or explanation. Costs for the minister's class were higher than the Clairvoyant Training Program. A higher initial payment, higher monthly payments, a more demanding requirement to work for the cult, more demands to attend special events (many "SRF parties" were not only mandatory for ministers to attend, the ministers were also required to purchase from the supermarket food and drink to provide for this event with money from their own pockets).

The minister's class lasted a lifetime. Or at least your lifetime as a minster of the Spiritual Rights Foundation and teacher at the Academy for Psychic Studies. Many would prefer to make that lifetime as short as possible and bailed out before things got worse.

The rest stayed in the hope of achieving the enlightenment and satisfaction that being a minister can bring. Those people "advanced" to the Academy for Psychic Studies "Revelations Class" taught by the founder, Rev. Bill Duby himself.

Like the other classes at the Academy for Psychic Studies, the Revelations Class began as an attempt at biblical education. The class was formed to study the contents and meaning of the Book of Revelations in the Bible. Like other classes, Revelations Class required substantial payments. And like the other classes, the "Rev Class" degenerated into something completely different. Something scarier and sinister.

The fact is, Bill saw betrayal and deception everywhere. Everywhere but himself, that is. And there was no better place to find the true Judas of the cult than in his own Revelations Class. Ministers who served Bill and SRF were roasted in front of their peers. And that roasting was not in fun as the Friars Club would. It's more like being sandwiched in a George Foreman Grill.

In Steve Sanchez's book "Spiritual Perversion" he writes:

In Revelation Class that night Rev. Bill started berating the ministers for being phonies and not promoting the Academy. This scared me, and I finally acknowledged the constant underlying feeling that I needed to do something about it. I really didn’t want to be part of the class

In Revelation Class and others, ***** was berated heavy-duty two or three nights a week. He was in a strange position. He performed several important functions for the Academy, but he was looked down on by everyone.

Bill started teaching from the “other Bible,” ... He was reading about how the giants had perverted and corrupted the holy church of heaven, but then he said, “*****, every week you come in here spewing hate with a phony smile on. That perverts the church. You are getting fatter and lazier because you are in denial. Always in denial, everything is always someone else's fault. All these bitches are complaining about you, saying you are always late and don’t want to pitch in and do any work around here. They resent that, and rightfully so. You hate the farm, don’t you?” ***** didn’t say anything but her face twisted in confusion, pain, shame, and anger.

Bill continued, looking back deeply at *****, “You are getting fatter and lazier because you are in denial. All that anger is making you puff up because the body is psychic. It has to have some way of protecting itself from YOU, the resident spirit. Your body is going to hate you for doing this. You need to get some exercise out here. All these other people are doing it. They are all busy. Some of them have kids, too. They manage. You know what the energy is, don’t you, *****? You guys forget—I can read!”
He was starting to boil, and then suddenly said with intense fury, “I can read SHIT up a gnat’s ASS! You stupid motherfuckers! But you guys don’t believe it, do you? I’ll tell you what the energy is, since you don’t have the courage to admit it. I warned you all many times, every time I have to solve your problem for you, you lose the spirit of self-discovery and I take a piece of your soul energy.”

The above excerpt illustrates the every day occurrences in the Revelations class. No real exploration for meaning, no discovery of revelations and no bible study. Just the spewing of vile, perverted and delusional hate and degradation.  For what purpose?  To deflect blame and guilt onto the members.  To create an atmosphere of shame and yearning.  As an abused child will work to gain approval with his or her abuser, the battered and bruised members remained, hoping they would be dropped a crumb of praise or acknowledgment.  They never got it.

After Bill's death in 2001, we all expected that much of the intense and insane behavior would end. However, it didn't. The Revelations Class remained the pinnacle of verbal abuse and degradation - even with Bill pushing up daisies.

Angela Silva and Robin DuMolin made the attempt to fill Bill's shoes and continue his legacy of insanity and unrestrained hate in the Revelations class. Person after person related the verbal abuse vomited from the mouths of Angela Silva, Robin and Debi in the safe environment of The Revelations Class.  But since the mind control Bill practiced was his and his alone, their attempts fell flat. Since they are pretty dense, it took a while for them to notice how much Bill's spell was falling away from all but the most weary among the members.

The disaffected now-ex-members were not only weary of the abuse but also emotionally drained and run aground on a rocky financial coast.  After waiting for years for the abuse to end, members began to ask themselves when it would end.  They finally realized the abuse had the opposite effect from what was intended.

The subjects of the attacks woke up to the horrifying treatment levied on them.  One by one and two by two, they walked out the door.

So, if you do decide that now is the time for a class at the Academy for Psychic Studies, decide carefully. Based on what I and many others saw and experienced, taking more than the basic classes resulted in more than the spiritual enlightenment and inner peace we were promised.

In fact, my recommendation is to get no more involved than a free healing and a copy of a newsletter. You can start the barbecue with the newsletter. Or line the litter box with it.

And the free healing is good for a laugh.


A few observations:

The Year Class - it lasts a decade

Minister's Class - it takes a lifetime

Revelations Class - you want to take your life

The Academy for Psychic Studies - You Have to Give to Live

...and if you don't, SRF will make you wish you were dead.

Well, since no one is left at the Academy for Psychic Studies

this Christmas, Robin Dumolin won't have to

buy socks at the dollar store for presents.

So I guess I'll send her a stocking-stuffer -
a sock from the dollar store.
She'll get the other of the pair next year.

Charity.

It's a common activity for most churches and one that the church, clergy and congregation look forward to performing.  Charity is one of the purposes of any church.  Neighborliness, acceptance, support and comfort are a few others purposes of a real church.

None of that was practiced at the Spiritual Rights Foundation and the Academy for Psychic Studies.

Those of us who were there know the church itself never gave to anyone.  Not one nickel of Robin and Angela's pile of nickels, dimes and quarters were ever distributed to the needy.  And those of us who have participated in this blog have stated that Spiritual Rights Foundation members who hit hard times are directed to the welfare office or given the locations of day laborer pickup spots before they are thrown out of their church-owned, rat-infested, dilapidated apartments.

But if there is no charitable activity at SRF, why then was the envelope passed around every time the faithful gathered?  And what was that envelope for? 

At times, the envelope was passed to raise money for worthy causes such as The Red Cross or other organizations.  That happened, oh, I believe maybe ONCE.  Or twice over the course of the twelve or so years I'll never get back.

Uh, anyway, the envelope was passed around for other, alternative worthy causes.  Causes like:

• Bill Duby's birthday presents and party.  And Bill Duby's un-birthday present.  And Bill's near-birthday present.  Or for Bill's it's not really his birthday, but since you have some extra money lying around we want it so Bill can pimp his Winnebago.
• Angela Silva's birthday bash and Queen-Sized present.
• Robin Dumolin's birthday party where she feigns modesty while scrutinizing the value of each present "voluntarily offered" her.
• The birthday of Bill's child - the one who has her father's mind and (at least, used to be) the heir-apparent of the cesspool.  I hope when it comes to having her father's mind, it skips a generation.
• Farming equipment, feed, construction supplies, vehicles, upkeep, downtime, payments, under-the-table wages for the illegal immigrants working on the SRF farm - sorry, the "SRF farm" thing is incorrect.  It's actually Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva's farm.  I proved that in court conspiracy-heads.

I could go on with details but you get the idea: the only charity, the only giving, the only beneficiaries of the generosity of SRF's congregation are to those at the top of the dungheap.  Those people are Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva.

And Bill until he thankfully dropped as dead as a fly soaked with RAID.

If the Spiritual Rights Foundation and Academy for Psychic Studies would have matched the donations made by the congregation, maybe it wouldn't be so bad....

Well, it wouldn't be if those donations were sent to Haiti for earthquake victims or to Appalachia so kids can go to a decent school or to their own city so the hungry and homeless may live with basic human dignity.

What we saw was an envelope stuffed full of the follower's hard earned cash.  We saw how everyone was closely scrutinized as the envelope was thrust in front of them.  The leaders never praised those who gave but shamed those who paused before they gave or used the money to buy groceries or replace worn-out shoes.

We saw how few prospered.  We saw how only those who left the cult would own their own homes and drive comfortable but practical cars.  We saw how those who remained lived in fear every month over when and how much would be demanded from them

The envelope.  Thrust in front of every person.  A psychic camera hidden inside, reading your "giving attitude" and frequently misinterpreting your need for personal survival or your need to reach a personal goal as not just wisdom or practical frugality, but parsimony, miserliness, selfishness and greed.

Ironically, those viewing the camera's image often said "what you read in a picture is your own dirty mental image pictures."

If their statement is true or even if they mearly believe that statement is true (with no need to prove it) what does it say about those behind the camera when they see parsimony, selfishness, greed?

And what does it say about Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva when they are the ones who have "seen" those "bad attitudes" among their followers?

And why is it that the only ones who have exposed greed, selfishness, laziness, parsimony, miserliness, vanity, wrath, envy, pride and overall unwelcome behaviors are the two women at the top?

I say: "he who smelt it, dealt it"



What other tales of greed, or stories of greed or recollections of more greed do you have?   Did anyone else see through that psychic camera lens?

And (as disgusting as this image may be) did anyone see the empresses have no clothes?

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 Urge to Purge

One of the things that got the Spiritual Rights Foundation madder than my wife seeing bird droppings on her car was the fact I call SRF a “prison”. They pointed it out prominently in their useless legal complaint. Unfortunately for them, there is good, honest evidence that the Spiritual Rights Foundation uses psychological and emotional blackmail and mental torture to retain control over their unsuspecting followers.

When I pointed that out to the world, the Witches of Ellsworth wailed and cried about the unfairness of it all while trying to stick a psychic dagger in my back. Fortunately, I was wearing body armor called the California anti-SLAPP law.

Not only was leaving the Spiritual Rights Foundation discouraged, the founder insisted on using his SRF subsidiary, the Academy for Psychic Studies, as the main tool of confinement. The Academy for Psychic Studies is the “school” operated by the Spiritual Rights Foundation and is the gateway drug into the Spiritual Rights Foundation.

Those taking the “beginning” classes were subjected to mild mind control. Actually, they were warmed up and conditioned to receive more intense control when they progress into the upper levels of “training” at the Academy for Psychic Studies. If you look at psychdoctorate’s blog and YouTube pages, you’ll see how that is done. For us, though, the secrets of the “beginning classes” were still locked away and not revealed.

We never knew that the comforting and quiet meditations and psychic techniques were intended to lull us into a somnambulant and compliant state that allowed even the most headstrong among us to fall under the spell of hypnotic mind control.

Even though we were under the spell, the leaders of SRF (especially the founder, Bill Duby) took no chances. Whenever someone woke up from their slumber, realizing they were living a nightmare, the leaders seized the opportunity to gather students, staff and ministers for a long trance session to “clean out” the urge to live a life of freedom and accept the exploitation, abuse and humiliation of staying in their control.

There were times where some of us were directed into trance exercises intended to erase the urge to leave SRF. I recall more than one occasion where Bill Duby or one of his wives led the introductory level of the Clairvoyant Training Program into a trance intended to purge the urge to leave the cult behind.

I remember one trance session in particular where Bill came in to “teach” to the class. His timing was impeccable: just the week before there were several defections from the Clairvoyant Training Program and some of the ministers were also slipping away. Bill was concerned about keeping his grip on those who remain, while simultaneously throwing tantrums about his declining enrollment.

Bill led the class into a trance state, putting us into the blissful and somewhat energizing state he sought. Then Bill told us the urge to leave SRF never to return would arise in our “space”. He continued to say when that urge reached the point where you had to leave the building, you were to jump out of your chair and head out the front door. However, we were to go no further than the front porch before we turn around and go back to our seats.

One by one, the students leapt from their seats and bolted for the door. Moments later, they calmly returned. Bill repeated this exercise over and over and over again until the students were literally too damn tired to get up and run again.

Now that we were physically as well as emotionally exhausted, Bill proceeded to his next step. He led us into visualizations of the calm and peacefulness of the Spiritual Rights Foundation and then punctuated the calm with images of frightening and disturbing imagery of the outside world.

It’s not the only time Bill Duby used fear to conduct control and enforce loyalty.

So often Bill would rant, rave and throw tantrums about the fearsome and hateful outside world that we expected it almost every day. And we expected that leaving the Spiritual Rights Foundation would be a fate so fearsome and damnable that we did our best to suppress every urge to walk away.

In his book Spiritual Perversion, Steve Sanchez writes about the intense emotions surrounding the thought of leaving the Spiritual Rights Foundation and Bill Duby's dire prediction of the consequences of life in the real, uh that is, the free world:


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I was suddenly seized with intense fear; my heart pounded fiercely and my body was shaking. The trees, street, and walkway around me started swimming. I felt like I was walking in slow motion with a camera on me, and I was about to cross an invisible line into hell. I felt that Rev. Bill and Ang could psychically see what I was doing, and that the heavens were recording the moment that I passed the line of no return. I almost went back in to undo the deal, but I didn’t. I took a deep breath and stopped to think. I decided to risk hell. I knew Ang was personally screwing with me, and my pride and anger wanted to do something about it. Yes, I had to do something about it. I had to fight for myself. Shaking, I went to get into my truck.

The next time I took money on a side job it was scary, but it was a little easier. I remembered that Rev. Bill used to always say, “The first time you steal something it’s hard. The next time it’s hard but a little easier, and then it keeps getting easier and easier. The same kind of thing happens when people leave here, like with **********, *****, and ***** and the rest of them.” Then he said with devastating heat and anger, “I guarantee you this: if you people leave, you will do just like them. First you’ll stop reading! Then you’ll stop running your energy! Then you’ll stop grounding!

With each step your information is lost—it’s erased! You gradually go back to sleep, and I’m telling you! You are a hundred times worse off than if you had never started this. When you go to sleep, it’s spiritual death; it’s exactly like a heroin addict who cuts his wrist because he can’t get another fix. When he cuts his wrist he doesn’t feel pain, he feels euphoria as the blood drains out of his fucking body! When you give in to the spirit of the world, you feel euphoria. It’s got you. You are “sealed” at that vibration like it says in Revelation. The dark angels come up and take you down just like those shadows took the evil guys down in the movie Ghost.”

These images haunted my mind because I was starting to have thoughts of leaving. It was strange how charged these thoughts to leave were; I couldn’t even begin to approach the thought of really doing it. The avalanche of consequences in my mind were unthinkable. My will to move on them was easily and quickly drowned in a sea of guilt, self-condemnation, and fear of hell. To leave was like walking off a cliff into a hellish abyss. I had to hide these thoughts not only from the other members, but from myself and God.


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The urge to purge the Spiritual Rights Foundation from your spiritual belly would come up now and again. But as you see, they used fear, intimidation and the tactics of a playground bully to maintain control.

Lest you think all that died with Bill Duby's timely demise from a cardiac arrest, think again. The fear of anyone and anything outside the sacred circle of the Spiritual Rights Foundation looms large.

And as it always has, the Academy for Psychic Studies instills and enforces the demented and perverse sense of loyalty demanded by the leadership.

How a psychic school could become that perverted and controlling is well beyond the understanding of good and decent people.

But perverted and controlling is exactly what it was intended to be.

Your journey with the Academy for Psychic Studies starts with a free healing. Go try them out. You won't pay until later.  Maybe too late.

Santa Claus Rage

I'm going to relate an experience I had at SRF. It involves a certain individual who I will not name. The intent here is not to expose that person's behavior or cause embarrassment, but to illustrate and give some background to SRF's response and one of the ways that they discourage good medical care.

Some years ago, the Academy for Psychic Studies operated a Santa Claus booth at a local Christmas Fair. I attended as often as I could. We would let any kid sit with Santa and charged a few bucks if the parents wanted a picture. I got to take pictures of dozens of the cutest kids in the world sitting on Santa's lap. It was a great time for me.

We had guys rotating as Santa, as the fair lasted some 10 hours and that's a long time to sit in a Santa suit. Usually we would have them sit for no more than an hour as that suit gets pretty hot. Steve Sanchez was one of the booth's more popular Santas. He just had a way of engaging the kids and making them feel like they were with Santa Claus himself. He would do a deep ho-ho-ho and a hearty Merry Christmas while ringing his sleigh bells. The kids would run to him and wouldn't leave until they had given him their whole Christmas wish list for the next ten years. Taking pictures of the kids sitting with him was a lot of fun.

One of the guys playing Santa was truly a maniacal member of SRF. This fellow was a hard-core and fairly new student in the basic level of the Clairvoyant Training Program (which I attended) and frankly, he scared the crap out of me. This guy not only took every single class that was offered, he listened to the SRF-published recordings and watched all the videos while not in class. His "dedication to the teaching" made him a very popular guy there. The church leadership held him up as an enthusiastic learner and that he was succeeding practicing meditation and induced trance states. Every unattached female (and a few attached ones) were eyeballing him for a mate and a few were making moves on him. He not only scared the crap out of me, he had a certain way of making me feel like crap when in his presence.

At the Christmas Fair, he pulled nearly a double shift in a hot Santa suit. Instead of doing the ho-ho-ho and Merry Christmas thing letting the kids come to him, he'd try to persuade kids to come sit on his lap. He would shake a basket of candy canes, tell the kids "Hey, it's Santa! Come sit on my lap". He'd even work on the parents, speaking to them directly to drop their kids on his lap. There weren't a lot of takers, as I recall. Hell, if I were one of those parents, I'd pull my kid out of there as quick as I could.

Why he was so aggressive?

After the fair closed for the day, I had dinner at a local steak house with "Santa" and an SRF minister. While tearing through his Porterhouse, old Santa there went on and on about how it was his calling to be the real Santa and he was to bring to message of the spirit of Christmas to the parents of the kids he was pulling in. He went on to talk about how he saw that people were getting a "healing" from his presence as Santa and punctuated his speech with a hearty "THAT'S BECAUSE I'M SANTA CLAUS".

Whoa.

The minister present (perhaps wisely) said nothing.

I finally had enough. I had to do something to get his feet back on the ground. So I said to him, "Maybe you can let those people find their own Spirit of Christmas. It will be a lot easier on you." He said something that I couldn't understand then went back to ripping up his steak, miffed at the affront to his ego.

I thought it would be a great time to head for the Men's room. While I was gone, (as the minister present related to me) "Santa" leaped from his chair, reached across, grabbed the minister by the shirt with both hands and while pulling him over the table and his half-eaten steak bellowed:

"YOU'VE GOT TO OWN YOUR MINSTER SPACE AND SHUT THAT GUY UP!"

The minister then went to the Men's room himself. Not to find me, but to check his underwear.

Two days later, "Santa" went berserk at the SRF headquarters saying that he was sent to save the church from evil influences (probably me) and while running through the building, worked himself into a frenzy shouting about the tidal wave of evil spirits and other threats to SRF and society and that he would be the one to save SRF and the world. He was then quickly heaved out the door. He was left on the street, pounding on the gate shouting about his mandate to save us from evil.

I was not there at the time, so this is a second-hand account of the event. I did hear from several people, including my wife, talking about that event and how scary it was. So, I guess I wasn't the only one who was scared by "Santa".

Now, anyone with a brain would have looked at this event would think: "psychotic episode" - a serious medical event, and would immediately dial 911 for the psychiatric emergency team. He could get the help he needed and you would truly have saved a soul.

But no one at SRF believes in psychiatry or in mental illnesses. So no call was made and no help was obtained. It was blamed on the usual cast of evil spirits and he was just dismissed from our world.

I learned that Santa had a reputation for somewhat disturbing behavior. At one time, the founder said that he could not handle Santa and that it was now the membership's task to keep him in control. He did have a history of drug abuse and some behaviors that ranged from unsavory to potentially dangerous. He was also in a extraordinarily contentious divorce with his wife. 
The court allowed Santa only short, supervised visits with their child due to some concerns about the child's safety. The stress of all that was huge.

I once came to SRF, entering from the rear and going into the basement (as we lower-vibration students who were constantly on the shit list were asked to do). As I approached to basement door, I heard a loud, animated and very angry voice booming from the room. It was Santa, on the phone, bellowing about his frustrations about his divorce and child custody battles.
Santa was working up to this momentous event. Psychosis happens more often that not when someone is under a lot of stress. I saw that happen three times by the time I was 26 years old. It never left my memory.

Later, after a cooling-off period, he was allowed back in to SRF and was given some conditions to observe. Apparently, they realized this fellow had been through a very bad divorce with severe problems with visiting his child. He lost his house in the divorce and was living in his car. There was nowhere else he could go where he could be accepted.

The stress on this guy was enormous. He was having a very hard time because of his divorce but still came up with enough money to buy everything SRF. Seeing an opportunity, they told him that if he would settle down and be humble, he could stay. He later returned the favor by signing over to SRF a plot of land he owned. Whether that was part of the deal, I don't know.
Santa's return was kept quiet. No one knew about it for a while. It later leaked that Santa would return. Back to the Clairvoyant Training Program, where I was still a student. One night in class, a fellow student (somewhat concerned about safety, I think) asked about him and his status. It was confirmed that Santa would return and that certain conditions would apply. It was also said that although he was not yet finished with his fundamental-level training, he would advance to the higher level of training immediately. There was a palpable sense of relief in the class upon hearing this news. He scared the crap out of us all.

He made it through fairly quickly, graduating as a minister. All graduates were given a final exam known as the Ordination Review Board. We were all present at this event as it was touted as a "validation of your knowledge". Basically, it was just theater. Bad theater.

"Santa" took that review. Despite some strange and incomprehensible answers to the questions posed and despite not knowing the basic tenets of the teaching, he passed. Bad theater indeed.

In the days following, several people commented on how bizarre the "Santa" ordination exam was. There was doubt that he was ready to be a minister. More telling was that each person said "that was the scariest graduation I have ever seen here".

Well, now I can feel I was right all along. He scared me from the beginning.

He's still there and he is teaching classes and doing whatever other work the church asks of him. They say they chased all the wolves out of his space and he is clean.

I wonder, though. Had that call to the psychiatric emergency team been made the day he had an episode, would he have still scared the living crap out of everyone through his behavior in the following years? Wouldn't some treatment for the enormous stress, delusions and uncontrolled behavior been in order? This guy wasn't just acting out, he was in pain. Mental pain. And he needed more help than a place like SRF can provide.

Well, to SRF medicine can't help. Prayer does. Meditation does. But "Santa" was praying and meditating and learning all the SRF techniques available. And he was practicing with all his might and consuming all his time with it. So, with all that learning, all that devotion, all that practice and all the validation that he is doing it right, how does it happen that techniques that are said to be beneficial aren't? Why is it that a man could be driven to a psychotic episode by faithfully using calming and soothing meditation?

Margaret Singer described a condition called "relaxation-induced anxiety" that is recognized by the American Psychiatric Association. This happens when someone meditates and sees uncomfortable or disturbing mental imagery or may have physical pain or other discomfort. She cites cases where people can enter psychosis and delusions from practicing meditation. Some can meditate for a few minutes without problem, some cannot meditate at all without problem.  I'll bet "Santa" continued to meditate and enter trance states while experiencing psychosis because he didn't know any better. It probably made things worse for him and likely put him over the edge.

The same meditation and trance techniques are still in practice at SRF today. And all ministers, including "Santa" practice them faithfully.

The wolves may be in hiding.

The Academy for Psychic Studies: Psychic-ology 101

This article is from the Bohemian newspaper, distributed in the Sonoma County area. I have excerpted it with a link to the full article.

It pretty much speaks for itself.

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From The Bohemian

http://www.bohemian.com/metro/01.02.08/cover-0801.html

Medium Cool
By Vrinda Normand

The New Year is the busiest season for psychics, and Silicon Valley has a lot of them. Even true believers are always on the lookout for fraud, and Santa Clara's Edward Carrion wants to protect the psychic consumer.

"I hate people that rip off other people," he says.

So he's doing something about it. He created a free educational resource on his website (readingsbyedward.com) called "Psychic Consumer 101." There you'll find easy-to-read tips on what a psychic is, how to tell if a self-professed psychic is the "real thing," and how to tell if a psychic is "using you."

"Silicon Valley has the highest concentration of psychics that I know," Edward says. "The energy of readings here is huge." Downtown San Jose, he adds, is a major "reception center" for the other side. If that's true, then you're more likely to find a good psychic among the crowded phone book listings, websites and hippie fairs in the South Bay.

Still, Chapman warns, the same trend also invites wannabes who see the profession as an easy moneymaker, especially when the economy is struggling.

"Anything in the psychic realm can be misused," Chapman says.

I gathered lots of practical tips to be aware of if you plan on being a psychic consumer this year, but the most obvious and understated one was this: trust your gut feeling.

So I decided to find out about becoming a little psychic myself.

The Academy for Psychic Studies is tucked into a tiny office space off Lincoln Avenue in San Jose's Willow Glen neighborhood. On some Saturdays, the school advertises its presence with balloons and a sidewalk sign offering a free psychic consultation. 

The Academy's website includes a list of its classes, from beginning meditation to advanced aura reading. On Tuesdays, it welcomes members of the public to an open, complimentary "energy healing clinic."

Unfortunately, the Academy does not welcome members of the media, and refused to speak with me for this article.

"We're not interested because that's not what we're about," a woman from the Academy told me before she hung up the phone (and before I could ask why). The school also requires that visitors sign an agreement promising they're not investigators or journalists .

…be very wary if they respond defensively or try to hide something from you. I told Edward (author of "Psychic Consumer 101") about my strange experience with the Academy for Psychic Studies in San Jose. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are they so afraid of investigation?" A trustworthy psychic, he added, is willing to be transparent and should even let you record the reading."

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The Academy for Psychic Studies - Tit forTat

Did you say tit for tat?

uhhh... TAT!

A short one today.

Back in the day (actually just a few years ago) when there were a few people left who could walk and chew gum at the same time, the psychotic Academy for Psychic Studies taped a series of idiotic shows for distribution on local community access cable TV channels.

The two on-camera "talent" spent 30 minutes rambling, fumbling and otherwise appearing like turds or idiots, spouting the benefits of the psychotic Academy on a show named "Paranormal Connection".

Lucky for me, I pulled the EJECT handle just before this mess was produced, sparing me the kind of public embarrassment you'd have when you step in dog shit.

Too bad for the people appearing on "Paranormal Connection", they will have to spend a lot of time scraping their shoes on the curb.

"Paranormal Connection" no longer runs on cable community access.  Partly because there isn't any interest in producing more of these nauseating shows, partly because I used the Academy for Psychic Studies' own video, audio, print and online materials to crush them in court - causing them to cancel all broadcasts of "Paranormal Connection" but mostly because almost all of the people who appeared in these examples of brain-rot have quit the cult.

I preserved one of these worthless shows. So if you would like to see what "Paranormal Connection" used to be, you can follow this link:

https://vimeo.com/55195340

I won't embed this video here for reasons that are all my own.  Take a look anyway.  You might recognize someone.

The Academy for Psychic Studies - Too Bored for the Board

During my imprisonment at the Academy for Psychic Studies (or at the least, indentured servitude) Angela Silva proudly announced that the California Board of Registered Nursing approved her very own ISHI Hypnosis as a Continuing Education Provider (CEP) for California's Registered Nurses.

As RN's have to update their skills regularly (for damn good reason) Angela thought such recognition would have nurses clamoring to take the ISHI Hypnosis training sessions and would be willing to pay through the nose for the privilege.

As usual, Angela fell flat on her botox-ed face.

The certificate pronouncing ISHI Hypnosis an approved CEP was framed and proudly displayed on the wall of the infamous "Center Room" of Academy for Psychic Studies HQ so we could all gaze upon it in wonder and amazement.

Personally, I wondered what kind of skulduggery, slight of hand and pure bullshit was offered to the licensing board and was amazed a two-bit, sleazy and otherwise un-American outfit could have obtained an official certification to teach hypnosis to the people whose hands our lives would be placed.

Apparently, Robin Dumolin saw a guest on Oprah pronounce hypnosis had helped her control chronic pain.  So with that unimpeachable reference and Robin's unparalleled skills as an administrator and academic, it was determined that nurses would be perfect to distribute the Academy for Psychic Studies' toxic drug of choice - hypnosis.

As nurses work with the patients who are in the most part cooperative (and if you had the HOT nurses I've had, you'd be cooperative indeed) pleasant and soothing hypnosis would be a perfect cure for all the diseases they might have sought medical treatment to address or at the least, enhanced medical treatment with a psychic and spiritual hypnotic remedy.  

Actually, that was probably the last thing on their minds - after drooling and rubbing their hands together with the thought of the money they could make.

What was never approached, asked about or even considered is how in the fuck would the Academy for Psychic Studies would convince healthcare professionals to give up their real CEP at places like, you know, universities for the mumbo-jumbo and complete crap served up at a ramshackle house in Berkeley's fraternity block where you were likely to have to dodge a vomiting Delta Phi.

No one even thought about how to communicate with the nurses.  No marketing effort was made and no one ever saw a nurse arrive for an ISHI Hypnosis class.

That, for me at least, seemed to be not the real point.  The certificate from the state licensing board was proudly displayed in the center room where inmates were indoctrinated and could have just as easily been located in a more discreet place while still fulfilling legal requirements.

Certainly, if the purpose of the CEP certificate was indeed to show the validity of the ISHI Hypnosis way to professional nurses and give them all the reason they need to throw down two large for worthless information, it didn't work.

On the other hand, you might say the purpose of the CEP certificate was to instill in the remaining few that even the State of California held ISHI Hypnosis in esteem and entrusted in ISHI Hypnosis the high responsibility of educating healthcare professionals and if you have a singe grain of doubt about that, Angela Silva will refresh your loyalty and devotion by cramming your face firmly against said certificate until snot runs from your nose.

Oh, so that's why they got it.


As with so many things in this nutty and fascist organization, the effort to renew the CEP certificate was just too much.  It expired in 2008.

Odd timing.  That's about the time this blog appeared on the scene and the lone ISHI Hypnosis hypnotist and instructor was crying about potential victims discovering from the interweb that ISHI Hypnosis was not only a facade for a horrifyingly evil and deceptive church, the reputation of the ISHI School of Hypnosis was in the toilet (although the instructor was still well regarded).

So maybe Angela sniffed the air with her now Michael Jackson'ed nose and realized if no consumers were taking the ISHI Hypnosis bait, neither would the professionals?

Fourth-grade educated Angela Silva having a moment of revelation?  Are you kidding?

So perhaps Robin Dumolin used the academic prowess acquired from the weaving and crayon art classes at the "special needs" section of the local community center to deduce renewal of the certificate was futile?

Seriously?

I think it's like this: in 2008, not only did the Academy for Psychic Studies begin a calamitous exit of formerly faithful ministers, interest in the place collapsed and the truth about what happens there emerged. That perfect storm put the Witches of Ellsworth Street into a perfect funk.  Their losing lawsuit was the icing on the cake.

That was the time the Witches of Ellsworth were so consumed in laying blame for their travails and taking all the revenge on anyone they could find, they literally had no time to think about proper administration of their operations nor could they find the inspiration to propel their evil agenda to the next level.

So maybe the Witches of Ellsworth Street did indeed have a moment of revelation - it was the moment they realized the ship was sinking.  In their despair, the only thing they had left to do was to re-arrange the deck chairs and have the band play on.

More likely, by 2008 the Witches were so bored and unmotivated to direct their energies into productive pursuits, they could not find the inspiration to turn away from QVC and Oprah to actually, you know, LEAD their nefarious enterprise

The psychotic founder, "Reverend" William Duby, led his naive flock from pasture to pasture, promising greater riches and fulfillment at the next pasture while he derided the current one - even though he never really used its full potential.

Why else did Freedom Estates, Liberty Construction, The Blue Sky Ranch and Sterling Rose Press fail to reach their potential?  What of all the failed businesses and ventures?  How successful was the William Duby business consulting company before it was dropped?  Did Duby sell even one goddamn car from his vehicle brokerage business?  Did he make one fucking penny from his real estate investment business?  Did the bookstore Duby purchased with his follower's money do any more than provide masturbation material for the homeless?

Of course not.  Those business require real business sense and steady management - two items sorely lacking from Bill Duby's skill set and totally unheard of in the Witches'.

Only the business that utilized the skills of a con man were successful. No wonder the Academy for Psychic Studies, ISHI Hypnosis and the Blue Sky Ranch became lumbering and unwieldy beasts when he thankfully dropped dead.

  

So I'm crazy. ...and your point is?

So now that I have been declared inaccurate, wrong, immoral, unspiritual, fattening and otherwise unhealthful, I've got nothing to lose by going for it.

What "it" is, is more background on the legal fight Joy and I won decisively.

I'm going to add selected portions of the Spiritual Rights Foundation's lame attempt to oppose our motion to declare we are the winners in the action and that Robin Dumolin, Angela Silva, et.al. are responsible for our legal costs.

I held off for a lot of reasons.  Most of which was to honor the request of those who were somewhat frightened and whatever else at the thought of Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin filing a fucked-up lawsuit.  Secondly, I somehow bought into the view that the lawsuit should be left somewhat underground, keeping the details out of the public eye.  Third - I don't even know what the fuck that is.

So now, I'll send you a little about some of the things that went on during the lawsuit and a few of the reasons this blog is still here, unrestricted and able to get away with all the things I do: because (despite claims to the contrary) I have the right to speak about those things that are true and accurate in my memory, true and accurate in the memory of those who relate those stories to me and any damn opinions I express are totally protected by the same damn thing the Witches of Ellsworth Street hide behind every day: The First Amendment of the Constitution of the United States of America.

The first thing I'll show you is their ex parte (meaning the assholes got a hearing at a court without us being told about it) motion to shorten the time we had to respond to their idiotic lawsuit.

So we had to scramble to respond.  I know this.  I can tell you truthfully (with Joy as a witness and our attorney to back us up) that we spent many a late night and a couple of all-nighters getting the information we needed for our defense together.  We didn't sit down and write long and unnecessary declarations.  We collected the Spiritual Rights Foundation's own materials and used all of it to support our defense.  

I searched the web for up to 10 hours a day.  I scanned issue after issue of "American Spirit Newspaper".  I contacted former SRF members (many of whom were less than eager to support our defense) and parsed ISHI Hypnosis materials.  Basically, we took SRF's own words, rolled them up, smacked them on the snout with it then shoved it up their ass.

So of course, their attorney came back whining:

Of course, he didn't have a reason to dodge the huge legal boulder about to roll on his head, so he added statements from a couple of other people.  Actually, I think it wasn't really him who asked for these statements.  Take a look at who wrote them and what they said and you'll see:

Yup, it's the two who made all the ruckus on Joy's YouTube page and on her blog.  For some reason, they never did comment directly on this blog.  I wonder why...

Now, neither one is qualified to discuss the legal foundations to duck out of a legal obligation.  Neither even tried to talk about the legal incorrectness of ambiguity of pronouncing us the winners and SRF et. al. the losers.  Nope, they kept talking about something that was already determined was legal: they complained everything here is a lie and they were pissed off that their tantrums on Joy's blog resulted in her readers giving them both an over-the-knee, bare ass spanking in public.

I guess that's why they didn't want to comment here.

Still, even though they used two young women as human shields (two young women who were not parties to the lawsuit and whose statements were so totally irrelevant, it was laughable) the Witches of Ellsworth Street themselves made a statement that they were oh so forgiving and that they really didn't mean to file a lawsuit that costs tens of thousands of dollars to defend so because they really didn't mean it and they spent a lot of time praying during their mani-pedi at the day spa while deep in meditation at their religious retreat to Maui, they really can't be compelled to follow the law.

Let me show you how well that all worked out: Order! Order! Order of the Court!

Now I have always been at liberty to show you the actual settlement we had with the Spiritual Rights Foundation as the idiots never added a confidentiality clause.  I mean, if you just made an embarrassing settlement with a blogger who is presumably itching to rub a little more shit in your face you'd want to keep a settlement on the DL, right?  Not so if you are Robin and Angela.  

The same people who were eager to enforce silence in an illegal manner were too fucking stupid to realize they could have done it in a totally legal manner.

Wouldn't you think the public revelation of the private defeat of the Witches of Ellsworth Street was something they would want to avoid at all costs?  So why the fuck didn't they do what was reasonable and necessary to gain my cooperation to keep me silent?

Oh, because the Witches don't believe in reason and cooperation - they believe in impulsive and random outbursts to maintain domination.  My bad...

I literally laughed my ass off when I realized there was no confidentiality in the settlement agreement. I laughed even harder when I realized are so good at displaying idiotic behavior, they are constantly re-defining idiocy every time they do something they hoped would gain them power, control or money.  I mean, the bishop quit after they cut her stipend and reduced her earnings right?  The Blue Sky Ranch had to be torn up after some asshole informed the county the place was illegal - which resulted in a lowered market value, right?  And they still can't get anyone into their mind control classes, no matter how many attempts at re-making their evil image they conduct.

Given all that, why wouldn't they shoot themselves in the foot when they had a golden opportunity to keep things quiet? 

So take a look at this crap.  Basically, the bottom line is: SRF goes away and can't sue me for any other things they think I might have done to them (and I wouldn't put it past them to make a few things up), I get to keep delivering my own brand of assholiness to eager readers and I still get to go after them for trying buttfuck me with a limp dick.

Since they wanted to post a five page response, I figured it was a nothing give-away.  So I agreed to it, thinking there's no statement the Witches and the rest of the vacuous and deranged followers can say to make them look better than a steaming pile of dung.  The Witches did not disappoint.  This infamous response had all the reception they didn't want and none of what they were seeking.

During the negotiations, I actually told them I would link to them and post that link on every page.  That would allow them to control the content, receive more prominence (which would turn out to be more ridicule) and readers will be able to see the SRF side of the story.  I thought it was really generous.  Everyone else thought I lost my mind giving them so much.  I knew better though: as predicted and in perfect character, the witches considered it an insult and refused the best damn offer they would have received from anyone.  

So, they attached their two pages of random, pointless purulent discharge only demanding the opportunity to post it.  That they always had that opportunity and that I was soliciting their input was irrelevant to them.  They claimed their lawsuit was only intended to give them the chance to speak on this blog.  Again, another long stretch of the truth from the Witches.

Those dumbasses actually thought everyone reading this blog will have an epiphany after reading their statement and the unwary seeker will be so moved by their warm and nourishing attacks on we who were victimized by their greed and avarice, that the decades-long sordid and evil history of SRF would be erased and that Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva would be elevated to the level of saints carried on a chaise lounge papered with hundred-dollar bills.

I would have loved to see their faces when membership dropped anyway, they had to sell the fucking farm, their ISHI Hypnosis cash cow collapsed, their most eager female follower and their Bishop left to find a more fair environment.

Actually, I can imagine it - or I really don't need to as it would be the same scowling countenances displaying pure hate and frustration.  You might say it's kind of like when you tell your kid being denied Chicken McNuggets and Coke for every meal and instead being fed fresh vegetables, whole grain bread, salad and roast beef does not fucking constitute child abuse.

Anyway, I'd recommend having Robin and Angela sue your white ass because not only would you beat them, you will wind up costing them more money than they ever got during your imprisonment.  I mean, that's how it worked for me - except I cost them about five times what I lost to them when you add up their legal costs and all the Blue Sky Ranch goose shit and renovations I rubbed in their faces.

There's a lot more shit that can be rubbed in their faces.  How about finding a bit on your own?