Love, Hate, Rinse, Repeat

During our internment at this psychotic and deluded mass of human sewage, the head psychotic spent a lot of time displaying his extreme mood swings, ranging from inconsolable temper tantrums to depressions so deep, he would all but disappear.

During his explosive ranting and unrelenting displays of raw and unrestrained anger, Bill Duby would unload his frustrations directly on the people he depended on the most: his followers.

In our quest to please the cult leader we took his abuse so we could do a better job for him the next time.  The problem was, there was a next time, another next time, a time after that and another time to be named later.  The abuse never ended.

Despite the abuse, so many of the loyal members tried their level best to appease Bill.  Even though that was an impossible task, like Sisyphus pushing that damn rock up the mountain, the attempts to look good in Bill's eyes went on and on.

I remember one of Bill Duby's tantrums.  Bill caught wind of an argument between a husband and wife.  Those of you who are married, were married, are about to be married or heard about marriage know spouses have tiffs, like, all the time.  My wife and I went back and forth on the color of the kitchen for over a year until we wised up and hired a decorator to do it for us.  I figured if the decorator fucked up, my wife would yell at him.  My wife figured if the decorator did fuck up, she would yell at me anyway.  Married life...

Anyway, this marital disagreement Bill Duby caught wind of concerned the taking of a vacation.  One spouse suggested "Hawaii".  The other suggested "fuck that".

Not a big deal.  Marital disagreements get worked out.  Especially vacation disagreements.  As I was recovering from a really bad bout with a fungal infection at the time, I didn't catch Bill's entire meltdown (was trying to take in some steam or something in the back yard).  However, I do recall hearing the wife saying something like "I just don't want to go, Bill" and Bill Duby beginning one of his unrestrained tantrums about marriage this and "fuck you" that.

As Bill turned on his heel to storm back to his apartment (a bad move as Angela was there waiting to pounce on him) the husband trailed behind him explaining something I couldn't quite make out.  Bill suddenly turned to face the husband to say whatever it was he wanted to say, waving his arms in the air, face as red as one of Robin's hate letters.

I don't recall exactly what he said but I do know it was something about Bill being pissed off the wife wouldn't take a va-ca to the island paradise with her husband.  I forgot to add, this marriage was one of the many Bill Duby boasted he had arraigned through whatever complex and convoluted legerdemain he thought he conducted.

Through his crazed ranting, raving and otherwise psychotic tirades, Bill alternately blamed this affront to his deranged concept of matrimonial bliss on the wife, then the husband, then the wife, then the husband, then whoever else he saw in the room.

That marriage was maintained to some degree - for a while, although the couple lived apart for much of that time.  Bill planted rumors about the husband being "healed" in all-night sessions of waterboarding so a miraculous reconciliation would soon happen.  The husband in particular wanted to please Bill so he would sit and take it, while Bill poured water down his throat.  Incredibly, as the husband tried harder to look good in the eyes of his tormentor, the wife was displaying a rare and unacceptable amount of independence.  Unacceptable, that is, only to Bill and the witches.

So unacceptable was the wife's independence to Bill, one night he threw her across his knee yanked her pants down and spanked her into submission.  I saw this happen.  So, if you think that is a "embellishment" well... Cee-Lo you.

At any rate, I guess it was then the couple made an attempt to at least look like they were getting along.  

However some time after Bill Duby's timely death, the marriage collapsed and the spouses went their separate ways.

Believe it or not, I've met several ex-members who still hold Bill Duby in esteem for one thing or another - while they bemoan Bill's habit of lashing out at anyone for imaginary reasons and making people do nutty things just so he could have a good laugh.

One of them is mentioned above.

That person is not the only one, of course.  My wife and I have heard from people who want to "heal" one or another of us for various reasons - usually the same reasons Bill had for "healing" us from independence, self-determination and the freedom provided by providence and the Constitution of the United States.  These new age carbon copies of Bill Duby never realized they were attempting the same methods of mind control and spiritual deception Bill was so skillful at.  Unfortunately for them, what Bill did so well was something they couldn't pull off no matter how hard they tried (and they tried really hard).

Apart from their failures (which are plentiful) the one thing they have in common is they acknowledge in various degrees that Bill was demented, deranged and somewhat psychotic. They also point out Bill had areas of vast wisdom and experience that were not only helpful but deserve recognition and admiration.

Things like the chihuahua epidemic that hit SRF.  Bill's knowledge base about little yap dogs came on so abruptly, it was clear to me he had acquired it by the seat of his pants.  Kind of like your kid knowing every damn thing about an iPhone overnight just before he gets you to buy one for him and pay his $135 bill every month.

Not just his doggie data but Bill's questionable business skills, his propensity to use Robin as a garage for his penis without her really wanting it there, his shady, murky and unverifiable life achievements - all the things I expose here (with proper verification, of course) have been criticized as anything from exaggeration to damned lies.

I guess the critics forgot to read the "with proper verification" part.  My opinions of Bill and my commentary thereof has been formed from my own true experiences, the true experiences of others or shared true experiences.  What part of "true" do the critics fail to understand?

For the critics, it seems that what's true is false and what's imaginary is real. You can't blame them - that's what they were taught at SRF.  For them, the brainwashing and thought reformation was not only effective, it was complete.  They hold on to the fantasy of a perfect spiritual being in the form of a middle-aged man with a pot belly and a pockmarked face.

I've heard from ex-SRF-ies who excoriate Bill Duby in every possible manner describing him as everything from asshole to xenophobe (I can't think of an appropriate word starting with "z", or "y") but in the same breath, defend his superior knowledge, abilities and superhuman accomplishments.

For those of us who have breathed the fresh air of freedom and have regained our independence of thought, our image of Mr. Duby is something like the way a dog views a fire hydrant.  To those who still find truth and meaning in Duby, his image remains as a religious icon as well as the things he proved he was not: teacher, counselor, mentor and companion.

The ex-members who still cling to a beatific image of Duby are apparently the ones who succumbed to his mind control in a very profound way and have been, as yet, unable or unwilling to step out of the artificial bounds of the perverse thinking taught by Duby and into the unlimited universe of freedom.

It may be the fear of the unknown that keeps them in the isolation of their own delusions.  Maybe it's the comfort of maintaining the thinking they are familiar with.  Whatever the reason, the cause has got to be the skillful persuasion, clever manipulation and willful persistence only a con man or used car salesman would apply to those he would want to exploit.

  

The Bridge on the River Ellsworth - What Have We Done?

My God... what have I done?

Now before I get into this post, I'd like to remind the hair-splitters about something: what I am writing about is what I recall.  If you recall something different about a situation I write about, that's your right to believe.  Just remember, it's my right to write what I recall about the Academy for Psychic Studies, the Witches of Ellsworth Street, the psychotic founder Bill Duby or whatever else - even if my recollection is different from your own or even if I describe things differently from you.  I'd look forward to seeing those events in your own blog, though.

As for having fewer details than you would like - all I can say is I have other things to do than write out all activities that occurred before during and after a certain event.  Those who read this blog do as well.  While these posts are long for a blog, I certainly don't want them to get stupidly longer because I have to satisfy someone's desire to describe every event in real-time detail.  That is an impossible task anyway.

All that being said, I'm going to write about something we are all going to hate.  You may even hate reading about it.  I don't like writing about it either, if that's any help.

So if you aren't ready to see the kind of light that might bring you closer to humanity and nearer to the true purpose of Karma - the knowledge of your impact on the people and society interconnected to your life and your acceptance to conduct yourself with compassion and understanding, I guess you'd better bow out today and wait for the next time I blow a load online.


I remember watching The Bridge on the River Kwai by David Lean, with Alec Guiness as the lead.  It is a story about a Japanese prisoner of war camp somewhere in the jungle, housing British soldiers.  Apart from that tune the Brits whistled (the lyrics to which are something like: "Hitler has only got one ball...") there is line spoken by Alec Guiness at the end of the picture.  I'll tell you what it is at the end of this post.

The British prisoners were led by Alec Guiness.  As the commanding officer of the POW's, Guiness took most of the heat from his captors.  When the Japanese demanded he lead the prisoners in building a railroad bridge so more supplies can be brought to the Japanese troops kicking British ass, Alec Guiness gave them the finger and wound up tortured, beaten, starved and confined in a "hot box".

That treatment finally broke Guiness who led his troops to build a magnificent railroad bridge for the Japanese Army on which battlefield supplies would soon flow to the front line.  Unfortunately, those supplies would guarantee a steady supply of bombs and bullets to the Japanese and Allied troops would be slaughtered. Despite this obvious fact, the POW's took great pride in building the bridge and became somewhat miffed when British commandos arrived with dynamite to blow the damn thing to hell.  Guiness tried his best to subvert the commandos.

During the ensuing fire fight where Japanese soldiers, British Commandos and British POW's were being shot dead, Alec Guiness looked around and in a moment of realization said something like "My God... what have I done?"

It was his moment of clarity, his time of reflection as we called it.  It was Alec Guiness's time to realize all he accomplished was in the name of and for the purposes of perpetuating an evil and destructive agenda.  Worse, he participated willingly and with enthusiasm and verve.

Still unsure about his next step, Alec Guiness made it to the last remaining detonator wondering what to do.  Before he could push it, he was shot - landing right on the detonator's plunger which ignited the dynamite and destroyed the bridge.


So, that might not be the way you recall that picture but it's what I remember.  Anyway no matter how our recollections diverge, you might want to keep in mind there is a point that is bigger than who or what shot whom.

Here's what I am getting at:  like Alec Guiness, we found ourselves at the hands of tormentors who wanted what they wanted and would do whatever they felt like doing to get it.

How many of us were subject to the Witches' Kangaroo Kourt where your punishment was assessed before your conviction was assured?

How many of us were coerced into doing certain tasks or creating certain items for the hope of a reward that never came?

Were you also an unwitting participant in the construction of a bridge to deliver even more psychotic weapons to use against free and independent people?

Of course you were.  We all were.  Some who left are still at it.

Now, how many of you have come to that moment of realization that all you did, all you were compelled to do, all you thought was in the best interest of you, your friends and the world as a whole was used for the purpose of perpetuating evil?

Have you had that moment when you said "...what have I done?"

Of course, it's a major moment - one that requires courage and conviction.  It's a moment that requires you to honestly look back at all that happened and honestly say you participated.  It takes the strength of character and the recognition that you are connected to the society around you and that connection creates an impact whenever you take an action that effects society.


It takes someone of character, someone of deep honesty and conviction and it takes accepting the responsibility to acknowledge that your cult involvement has impacted society and that you accept the duty to take steps to make amends.

Although we were all under the influence of a psychotic conman and his two insatiable and despotic Witches, it was us who carried out much of their evil agenda.  We were the ones who have attracted the new people into the spiritual abyss.  We were the ones shooing away the cockroaches and keeping the dirt out of sight to our recruits.

Were we responsible for knowing and recognizing the flaws in the belief system?  Are we to blame for the exploitation?  Can anyone point to us as the root of the Academy's evil?

Obviously not.

However, while we were not the origin of the immoral and psychotic practices of Bill Duby, the Witches of Ellsworth Street, they did abuse and exploit us to help them maintain their iron grip on not only their slave labor pool but to help them show a false image of happy, enthusiastic and bright faces to the public.

We were told to make a public announcement supporting the crazy things the Academy did in the name of healing.  We were compelled to give praise and thanks to a reckless, psychotic conman whenever something favorable happened in our life.

Were we the ones who created the spiritual cesspool on Ellsworth Street?

No.  We didn't create it but we did help it live.

Now that the Spiritual Rights Foundation's breathing is becoming ragged and its pulse weak, it is up to us to pull them off life support, and ensure they are not resuscitated.

For the good of the world, for the benefit of mankind, this psychotic organization must be shut down and the damage it has done to the world must be repaired.

That is where we have a responsibility.

As we were compelled to sing the praises of this corrupt organization, it is our responsibility to inform the world of the damage done and potential for even greater carnage the Academy for Psychic Studies can inflict on innocent souls.

It's up to us to heal that damage.

Reconciling ourselves to our unwitting role in this con game, undoing the psychic damage and repairing relationships damaged by our own relationship with this psychotic organization are the tasks to be carried on our shoulders and ours alone.

As for returning the stolen property and money - that's a burden to be borne by the Witches of Ellsworth Street.

Joy and I gave the Witches the beating they deserved.  It was hard work and facing the specter of those evil and gnarled countenances wasn't frightening as much as it was disgusting.  I nearly vomited many times after I pictured them both feeding at the spiritual trough like sows in the pig pen.


Few of my colleagues of this spiritual cesspool possess the courage to accept their own responsibility to mend the rifts they created.  As these activities necessarily include an acceptance that cult membership isn't something you be able to forgive and forget, that cult membership is a permanent part of your being and that acceptance of your role in the creation, growth or maintenance of an evil cult has impacted society is just more than my contemporaries can deal with.  After all, we came into the Academy for Psychic Studies because we had something we were trying to get away from.


For the most part, we succeeded in getting away from whatever we thought was pursuing us.  The problem is: the things we learned at this cult had us forget our pain or suffering or whatever but it never really went away.  We never really stopped running and we never really forgot.  The few responsible ex-members around can tell you that.  If they don't, you'll know they haven't got the courage to be honest with themselves.  Without courage, places like the Spiritual Rights Foundation will continue to spawn more and more Witches of Ellsworth Street.

Those of you with true courage can continue the trail blazed by the people who came before you.  You know who they are: just Google "Spiritual Rights Foundation" and besides the names of the Witches, you'll find several familiar names.  Pick up where they had to leave off.  Don't allow this psychotic organization to take another breath.

There are several ways you can help the Witches refrain from even more exploitation of unknowing and unsuspecting people without committing the felony you might have in mind.  Make an appropriate report to law enforcement or regulatory agencies.  Drop links to this blog whenever you see some former or remaining member speak highly of the Academy.  Activities like those will give the public our side of this demented story as well as put the Witches of Ellsworth on the radar and under review to right at least some of the wrongs they committed with glee and enthusiasm.

You might remember we were told if one person is healed from our enslavement, it would be worth all the hard work.


Now, you can save a soul from enslavement and it won't take much work at all.  It just takes a small message and a link.  

Step One - You aren't alone.

The Witches won't let a guy have even a minute's peace.

One of the things a lot of Academy for Psychic Studies escapees think is that no one else has the same experience as they.  In fact, I'd bet several of the recently-departed are trying to go about their business like nothing ever happened.

What that's all about isn't much of a mystery.

Not only is it painful to recall and face the treatment, it takes courage.

Courage is something not exactly a human trait the Witches of Ellsworth Street wanted to encourage.  In fact, their standard operation was to intimidate and strike fear into the hearts of those who would dare to even question their iron grip on their followers and the evil operations of the Academy for Psychic Studies.

The recently-departed are the hard core who have been with the cult for anywhere between one and two decades.  They are the ones who's personal courage, conviction and personal values have been slowly eroded.  

So now if you ask about their experience, many of them will either not want to say a thing or will speak in wistful tones about their warm and nourishing time at the cult, looking over their shoulder to ensure Robin, Angela or the Bishop isn't nearby and hoping the person they are speaking with won't rat them out.

No one wants to admit they were duped.  No one wants to live life as a victim of a predator. Everyone would rather forget about a crap experience - especially if that experience included techniques that cause you to forget a hell of a lot of good, bad and meaningful experiences.

Those who face the facts and can "own it", those who can personify and accept who they are and what has happened are those who are the true survivors.  The below clip is from the film "Join Us", which has a topic, circumstances and personalities that are eerily familiar:

Blue Sky Bullshit

Imagine this guy in a minister's robe...

While we were entombed in this spiritual shit house, the Witches of Ellsworth, the Bishop and all of the brain-dead followers told us over and over again our spiritual leader was not only a spiritually perfect being, he knew every damn thing about any damn thing.  

Not matter how obscure, no matter how useless, Reverend Bill Duby was the authority on all things that matter and if he wasn't an authority on a topic, it didn't matter - which explains why Bill kept trying to dodge the law and knew not a damn thing about it.  Come to think of it, Angela and Robin don't know a damn thing about it either.  No wonder every time they try to pull a not-so-legal stunt, it blows back.

So, if you knew more than Bill about a topic that mattered (like maybe how to keep your marriage together or keep a steady job so you can feed your family), you'd find leaders, followers, your kids, everyone else's kids and Angela's fucking chihuahua saying not only are you stupid, your information is inferior to the divine and spiritually enlightened information of Bill Duby.

I keep thinking back to times when Rev. William Duby, the psychotic founder of the Academy for Psychic Studies, would posture himself as the ultimate authority on all things of any importance.  Things like the nature of relationships between men and women - never mind he divorced his first wife to cavort with Angela Silva, then dumped Angela to "marry" Robin Dumolin, then some years later stated with false remorse and honest anticipation his want to "divorce" Robin Dumolin, all while living with Angela Silva instead of Robin.  

So, I guess that kind of three-way relationship makes Bill a relationship expert as no one else is stupid and reckless enough to carry on an affair while having an affair.

Bill Duby would also present himself as an expert and visionary whenever the need arose to squeeze his followers for money.  One example was the infamous Blue Sky Ranch in Bethel Island, CA.

While Bill grew up in various foster homes around the East Bay and later (after a short stint in the Army) spent a lot of time in the gambling halls and dark streets of Emeryville as a card sharp and street preacher, his background was no barrier to Bill being a farm expert and authority on buying and developing real estate.

Bill spent a good deal of time showing me pictures of a farm he claimed was similar to the farm where he spent his childhood.  Bill reminisced about the beauty of the farmland in Upstate New York and told me quite a bit about it.  Imagine the look on his face when I said I spent a good deal of time in Upstate New York and lived in Pennsylvania farm country.  Imagine the look on my face, when years later, I discovered Bill Duby was never anywhere near any damn farm in Upstate New York or anywhere else.

I would have burned Bill in effigy but the bastard was already dead by then.  My consolation was his ashes were scattered all over the Blue Sky Ranch so not only were the Bethel Island winds blowing his dead ass all over the delta, the farm animals were doing to him what he was doing to us.

Bill's warped and deranged vision for the Blue Sky Ranch was to develop the property into a corporate/church retreat resort and maintain farming/livestock operations while keeping his two Witches in the cheap-ass trailer home the previous owner left behind and allowing his followers to park their recreational vehicles on the premises so Angela could throw them out at any time.  

As Bill pushed his followers to put his demented dream into reality, he became the expert on all things related to farming, construction and property development.  Bill directed all manner of construction and wanted his vision to be manifested in his way and his way only.

There was the infamous 12-foot fence he ordered erected.  Soon the building inspectors ordered it removed as it was twice as tall as allowed.

There were the Tuff Sheds Bill ordered for all manner of things he wanted to house in them - like animals who needed far less accommodation than an expensive Tuff Shed and more space than a Tuff Shed provided.

Bill ordered his followers to purchase dozens of trees as their gift to "the people's place" and provide slave labor to plant them, only to see the trees dry up and whither.  Come to think of it, it wasn't just the trees that dried up and withered.  The followers weren't far behind.  It never occurred to Bill to buy one or two trees and make a test planting, nor did it occur to Bill to do some research and see why there weren't many trees growing in Bethel Island (it was the weather and soil conditions).  

Old, dilapidated trailers were ordered so the followers providing slave labor would be housed well away from Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva - and so they can be hauled away quickly if a neighbor complained or if Angela had someone to dispose of.

Since Bill claimed he could buy a farm animal for $30 and sell it immediately for $90, hundreds of animals were purchased with the intent to raise them for market.  Under Bill's expert guidance, more than 90% of those animals (mostly goats) died before they reached maturity.  Attempts to raise other animals such as horses and even exotic animals like llamas never saw success.  

Oddly, after dozens and dozens of kid goats were exterminated through stupidity, Robin Dumolin was said to have made the Eisenstein-ian discovery that baby goats should be fed goat's milk rather than the supermarket milk that was ordered for them.  Robin's amazing feat of deduction was accomplished when she made a phone call to the UC Davis Veterinary School, where a kid from 4H said "uhhhh.... you're feeding supermarket milk to goats?  Lady, did you ever fucking hear of goat's milk?"  One wonders who ordered supermarket milk for kid goats and why an idiotic, obvious observation was treated as pure genius.  Oh, right.  They were cult leaders.  My bad... 

Of course, there was the interminable and pointless fight with the county.  Bill's old trailer home was required to be raised above flood plain.  Bill hated parting with money but he hated being shown up and told what to do even more.  He sent people to attend local council meetings, speak with local attorneys, review local ordinances.  Since the council meetings didn't have much relationship to his situation, the attorneys said the ordinance was pretty damn clear and as the followers couldn't really understand how to read the law, those efforts didn't get him very much.

Bill Duby's had everyone he could reach running in circles or asking the same damn people the same damn questions over and over again.  Things like asking county officials for clarifications of the ordinances hoping for a loophole (to which the officials said over and over: "the law says you have to do this, so get off your ass and do it").  When I looked around to see what kind of mischief Bill was undertaking, there were at least four people involved in some kind of "research" or other kind of pointless activity related to Bill dodging the law.

Bill went around in circles himself.  As he would have lost prestige if he lost his bid to avoid compliance with the law and worse, he couldn't sell a property he just purchased.  There was no real way for Bill Duby to come out looking like the authority and development genius he made himself out to be if he did the right thing and complied with the law.  Bill complained and stonewalled, complained and stonewalled more and ducked and weaved while he complained and stonewalled, blaming everything from the lack of support from his followers to the "old boys club" at Bethel Island for his troubles.

Then he dropped dead.

From that point, the Witches of Ellsworth pressed forward the demented vision of Bill Duby.  Not well, but they did it anyway.

The crap double-wide was raised up on stilts even if the concrete slab it rested on wasn't up to the task of holding it up.

Slaves were whipped and beaten until construction on the illegal dormitory and living areas were completed.

Outbuildings were placed, animals were purchased, raised, killed and buried and every week, there was the envelope - the envelope where followers were told to show their loyalty through a generous donation of cash, check or credit card.

Thanks from the witches was non-existent.  No one I know recalled that the Witches fed their slaves even a sandwich or anything at all for their work.  They were only told to give more so that more animals could be murdered or building supplies wasted.

Sill after all the work was completed, Angela had visions of renting the grounds out for corporate retreats.  When it was pointed out a corporation was more interested in digs far more posh (which may have been me laughing my ass off when she said something about it), those dreams were dashed.  So after that, Angela believed her illegal structure was suitable for housing foster kids and troubled teens who could benefit from working their ass off at her ranch while the county paid her a pretty penny.  When it was pointed out accreditation, qualified staff as well as safe and legal quarters were required, that plan was quietly dropped.

So why is it, the vision of the Blue Sky Ranch went unfulfilled?

Because it's not so much a clear vision as it is a hallucination.

 

The Manipulator's Manual

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Couldn't have said it better myself...


If you have had any kind of exposure to Rev. Bill Duby, you were one of dozens who have experienced or witnessed Bill's attempts to manipulate thoughts and actions in an attempt to fleece his wretched followers out of their worldly possessions, fill Angela Silva or Robin Dumolin's cauldron with cash or work their asses off to enrich the Witches of Ellsworth street for no pay at all.

When the warlock dropped dead long after leaving a wake of destruction, the Witches made their own attempt at manipulation - emulating the warlock's wicked and demented practices and idiotic, unreal expectations of returns on his investments upon the unfortunate followers. However, as Bill's sometimes-subtle and sometimes-direct threats of physical hostility could not be attainable by the Witches of Ellsworth, the Witches relied on psychological degradation, personal insults and not-too-subtle threats to whatever remnants of your own esteem may remain.

The Witches would also enlist as much help to conduct their warm and nourishing healing treatments as they could muster. You would find your children, your spouse, your colleagues, your pets, the rodents and other vermin scurrying around in your Witch-owned apartment would pummel you with the same demeaning and dehumanizing treatment as the Witches. We've all seen it and we've all experienced it. At the Academy for Psychic Studies, relationships are not intended to cement a bond between two persons, it's used to maintain the influence, control and exploitation an individuals by exerting as much fear and intimidation within the relationship.

Look at all the relationships that formed at the cult. Look again at all the arranged marriages ("arranged" by the cult leader Bill Duby himself) resulting from those relationships. How many of them endured? Uhhh... nearly none. How many experienced the kind of conflict that is even more extreme than any Jerry Springer couple?   I guess... all of them. How many of us found ourselves in the spiritual dog house for weeks, months, even years, after a "counseling" session conducted by the psychotic madman Rev. William Duby or one of his Witches? Ummmm... everyone.

Even alone, you'd find somehow the "right" person comes into your life - someone who urges your complete devotion to the church and the evil despots who lead it. It wouldn't take long before you find the affection you could receive in your relationship was somehow related to the time, money and free labor you gave to the Academy for Psychic Studies, Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin.

While we saw the connection, we never found the will, the determination to remove ourselves from the manipulation and find freedom from the perverted influence of Bill Duby and his Witches of Ellsworth Street.

Of course, Bill and the Witches do no wrong. Even when the Witches administer heavenly punishment to those who interrupt their Witch-ly cash flow or inadvertently make a statement that causes the other wretched and deluded followers to question the Witches motives, the verbal waterboarding, the isolation the Witches impose on their target, the process of tearing away every shred of that person's humanity through the Witches making none-too-subtle displays of hatred, the only path to forgiveness with the Witches is a public display of self-criticism, profuse apologies, the surrender of all your worldly possessions and an indeterminate sentence of reform through labor at their Blue Sky Ranch.

Of course, those who receive such warm an nourishing treatment deserve every bit of it. After all, no one should question the Witches' motives as they pick your pocket while they slap you in the face. None should dare protest as their children are slowly lured away then later snatched from their arms when the Witches need someone to demean a victim. Not a soul should ever speak of the Witches' mistreatment and exploitation because neither Robin Dumolin nor Angela Silva have so much as a slightly crooked bone in their bodies.

Even when the experiences of the Witches' victims point to maltreatment and exploitation the Witches continue to deny the followers were treated with anything more than warmth and nourishment. As the Witches conducted a rape, looting and pillage of their follower's personal resources, the observation that losses in follower's fortunes increased as the Witches' fortune expanded was denied by everyone under their spell.

So of course the Witches of Ellsworth do no more than support the well-being of their followers. As the Witches say they are such warm, nourishing, kind and loving fairy godmothers there would be no reason to raise any doubt or express any criticism for their humble and charitable efforts to enlighten those who can have the boundless generosity only the Witches of Ellsworth can dispense.

That is why the Witches of Ellsworth fight those who would tarnish their pure and benevolent image. The truth that the Witches cheat no one and deprive none of their assets or children, that the Witches have given so much to raise the vibration of those who can have their heightened awareness and spirituality is all you need to know of their kindly and beneficial motives.

If you believe that, I'd like to share whatever it is you have in your pipe.


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Speaking of sharing, Steve Sanchez has contributed this addition:

Hi Mike, great post. Simple and clear. The information about manipulation is good advice. I valued not so much in regard to the cult, but from the way my wife after the cult treated me. It helps me and probably others to have this kind of information so we can identify better how to deal with it.

One of the hardest things for me to deal with after the PTSD of the cult is conflict. I am much better in many ways, but trauma and reaction cause agitation and fear, and i can't help feeling it. I can't help it when it is a personal real situation. 

My ex was a terrible, compulsive manipulator but hardly even knows it. it is true that you can't change the manipulator, but one can identify it and learn to not be inwardly manipulated as best as possible, or identify when we have. 

We all tend to manipulate when we are triggered, because we regress back to an emotional state of the past or childhood, where we are motivated by desperate self-protection and survival. So there is a very powerful emotional drive that keeps us acting out the same pattern and not being able to change it. The real trouble with this comes when we have such a addition to this emotion that it displaces our ability humble our self to something higher.

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The Manipulator's Behavior Defined

Manipulators are very good at controlling others. Their behaviors consist of flattering, threatening, making you feel guilty, and demeaning you. You may get confused over a period of time because they use different tactics to best fit what they want at the time. If you often feel stressed and resentful after spending time with this person, you are most likely dealing with a manipulator.

The manipulator's behavior defined:

Flattery. Manipulators will pour on the flattery when they think it will help them work their way into a person's life. Manipulators use flattery to pull in unsuspecting prospects. Every time you turn around they pour on the compliments, sometimes to the point of being ridiculous.

Threats. Threats can be subtle or they can be severe. Some threats may include refusing to allow family members to see the children, divorce, and even suicide. In many cases these are just empty threats because manipulators are bullies on the outside, but cowards on the inside. However, never take a threat lightly and always take the proper precautions to protect yourself.

Guilt. Manipulators will make you feel guilty if you try to call them on the carpet. They are never wrong in their eyes and in most situations you cannot win against a manipulator. They play the victim and place the blame on everyone but themselves. You will find yourself constantly apologizing when you haven't done anything wrong. The best thing you can do is not deal with a manipulator at all.

Demeaning. When things don't go their way they will try to tear you down. They will call you names, talk bad about you to others, and sometimes even physical abuse is involved. The manipulator will try to wear down your self esteem so that you will become dependent on him/her. Most manipulators have terrible self-esteem issues.

Tips on dealing with a controller or manipulator.....

*When you recognize that you have been controlled or manipulated, distance yourself from the manipulator and his/her agenda.

*You should know that you cannot change them. You can only change your reaction to their bizarre behavior. (Many times you don't even realize how bizarre their behavior really was until you are away from it for a while.)

*Have the self-respect to stand up for yourself and do not let the controller take away your independence any longer. Life was meant to be enjoyed with a person who respects you and allows you to be yourself.

*Don't blow off the opinions of your friends and family. They have your best interest in mind. If everyone who cares about you is concerned about your relationship, trust them. You may be under such control that you just can't see it for what it is. Once you get away from the manipulator you will begin to see it for what it truly is.

*Know that people like this rarely change and probably the best thing for you to do is remove yourself from this type of relationship and not look back.

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Just remember: the Witches say they learned at the foot of the master.  We all know who that master is and we know what he mastered.

Con men don't change their stripes and Witches never stop stirring the cauldron.  

That's all the reason anyone needs to keep their eyes open and keep their minds to themselves.  Relinquishing either to the control of the Witches and the last of their goon squad (you know who that is: the corpulent, rotund, baggy-eyed sycophant who tries to charm new victims while quietly seething about you, me and most of all - this blog) is the first step towards handing over all you have and all you may acquire.

Especially your soul.

 

The Academy for Psychic Studies - Little things, big trouble.

Me in my youth today (I'm the guy driving fast on drugs while
getting my wing-wang squeezed and not spilling my drink).

 Me today in my youth.
Forever a Republican.

Aren't Road Trips the greatest?

We've all got stuff going on in our lives.  Some things in the past, some current, some are yet to come.  Not all of them are pleasant but I'm sure you have found they can all be overcome.

In fact, most of us find those little issues in life tend to go away with only a little effort and pass quickly.

Unless you make too big a deal out of it and let those little issues become big, burning daunting problems.

The Academy for Psychic Studies say they are there to help you "blow pictures".  Those "pictures" are just things you may believe or may be memories of those little issues in your life.  It's true that some things (maybe a major trauma like being assaulted or spending a decade in a cult) can take up a lot of your consciousness.  Those kind of items need serious help from serious professionals.  The psychotics of the Academy for Psychic Studies just aren't prepared to help you with those things - so, you'll be told to just forget about that trauma and hand over your wallet.  And forget about seeing the professionals too, while you're at it.  You won't have money left for them anyway.

Among the Academy psychotics, the little things get amplified - amplified into major traumas that only the psychotics can cure.  And you may have been laughing at them at all these years, telling stories about those exploits over a beer with your frat brothers, watching them laugh so hard beer comes out of their nostrils.

Let's say you were a wild man in your younger days.  Let's say your dad had a cow that time you jacked his BMW M5, packed it with girls wearing next to nothing then drove it into a tree after you beer bonged a six pack.  You and the girls were unhurt, the M5 looked a little ugly, that beer smell took a long time to get out of the leather seats and who the hell knows how the cops didn't find you.  Still, dad messed in his Donna Karan suit trousers and passed out. You never even got to second base with the girls.

(legal note: I cannot confirm or deny the above is autobiographical.)

OK, so most of us hearing that tale (the frat boys, at least) would laugh our ass off and would give you the appropriate amount of  "dude, you kick ass!" and "didn't you even get a motorboat from the hotties?" while wishing we had the balls to do likewise.

Not the psychotics at the Academy for Psychic Studies.

Even if that incident was well in your past, even if you got married, began driving your Volvo no faster than the speed limit and started hating on your teen about the dangers of beer bonging with naked hotties (well, maybe not that part), the revelation of your youthful indiscretion (which you have to admit, if you survived it, you'd have to be living a charmed life) would be interpreted as trauma of the highest order that has burned a permanent scar in your persona and spirit.

That incident would have triggered a slew of psychic healings, readings and endless classes and workshops costing hundreds to thousands of dollars.  You'd be told that "education" was what you need to heal the psychic wounds, the spiritual shortfalls and your psychic insult to the tender sensibilities of Angela Silva and  Robin Dumolin.

Your quest for salvation will rest in the warm and nourishing hands of the Academy for Psychic Studies.

The problem is you will be sent on a quest that has no purpose, no benefit and no end while those warm and nourishing hands rifle through your pockets for your lunch money.

The incident you and your frat brothers laughed at will be used by the psychotics to keep you exactly where they want you: yearning for spiritual perfection.  Yearning for the relief to your tortured soul and forgiveness you'll never get and never needed in the first place.

It's how they keep you in control.  It's how they distract your attention while they pick your pocket.  It's how they insert themselves into your life and ingratiate themselves into your most valued relationships. 

Not all of us were wild men or women in our youth.  But trust me, they'll find something.  If they can't find something, they'll make it up saying they had an unimpeachable psychic vision of your indiscretions and that they and they alone hold the key to your salvation.

So many of us have those little things in life that are embarrassing but laughable.  Some are really minor, some a little more profound.  But still, time and the value of laughing about it with your friends and family healed the embarrassment.  Laughter is good medicine.  Why would you need the advice of trained psychotics to help you when you've already healed on your own?

If you do decide to join the Academy for Psychic Studies, just remember one thing before you reveal anything to them:  when you hear them laugh while you tell your story, they aren't laughing with you - they are laughing AT you.

Pink Prison

One of the more chilling chapters in the book "Spiritual Perversion" is the "Pink Prison" chapter. In it, Steve Sanchez describes an experience where he was watched at all times (night, day, in personal time and time with the cult) by a female member of the cult.

While as an employee of the church's "business", named "Liberty Construction", Steve made some deals that were probably somewhat on the shady side. He was driven to that kind of behavior by the low wages, high demands on his time by the church and even higher demands on his finances by the church.

According to what I recall of the events, Steve would present a bid to a construction customer as an employee of "Liberty Construction". After that bid was presented, he offered to do the work as an individual for a lower price. The customers would pay Steve (handing a check made out to him). Apparently, he used some of the Liberty workers to conduct the construction project.

SRF found out about it. That the workers may have been on Steve's payroll, not Liberty's, and that materials may have been purchased with his funds was besides the point. SRF's leadership were "managers" of Liberty Construction and were paid salaries and given a share of company revenues even though they did absolutely no work for the company. The idea that Steve cut into their cut must have been nurturing to their inner mobster.


Goodfellas Flashback:
That's the way it is with a wiseguy partner. He gets his money no matter what. You got no business? Fuck you, pay me. You had a fire? Fuck you, pay me. The place got hit by lightning and World War Three started in the lounge? Fuck you, pay me.

My addition: you took a cut to feed your family and get a decent salary to climb out of your ghetto apartment? Fuck you, you are going straight to Pink Prison.


A woman was assigned to watch him during the day as he conducted business for Liberty Construction. This woman was constantly on the phone to SRF headquarters receiving instructions on what Steve was to do and when he was to do it. No deviation from the script was allowed. Any situation that required a minor modification to the script (construction work can take more or less time than estimated) caused Steve's "prison guard" a lot of consternation that frequently resulted in shouting matches.

As he worked, his normal salary was confiscated by SRF to restore the leadership's cut of the pie. He was threatened with jail and was constantly berated as a "Judas" and was said to have a "problem with his brain stem". He was shunned and constantly subjected to humiliation in front of all the church members. People cursed him. The founders and directors of SRF went out of their way to ensure he was portrayed as a demon and that we must not associate with him.

The president conjured up "evidence" about his misdeeds through a trance state. I'm sure that is credible evidence for the District Attorney. At least credible enough to have them looking for guys in white coats. In this trance, she decided Steve would have to pay SRF $50K.

Steve was not afforded due process before his conviction and sentence.  This cult has no legal authority to administer punishment or to do anything more than complain about wrongdoing within the proper channels.  Restriction of church privileges would have been in order, but confiscation of a man's earnings by a private entity without due process of law is clearly not allowable.

So on no more than the hallucination of a Spiritual Rights Foundation trained Psychotic, Steve was convicted of a "crime" and sentenced to punishment in "Pink Prison" beign forced to relinquish everything he had and having his every move supervised, monitored, recorded and evaluated for signs of spiritual goodness or badness.

The SRF Kangaroo Kourt worked efficiently.  With a wave of Angela Silva's gnarled hand, Steve was summarily dispatched into the SRF version of hell, administered by loyal woman minions reaching for the approval of the head psychotics.

Here he was, being watched every moment of the day (I wonder how they handled him taking a crap? - did they at least have the decency to hand him a roll?) working for nothing, having his assets seized by the church (without due process) including his vehicle, bank accounts and retirement savings.

In an incredible event, a church member actually tried to forcibly take Steve's last $40 from his pockets. Sounds more like robbery by force than an attempt to collect on a debt.

His wife and daughter were being supported by SRF, effectively keeping them bound to the church. If Steve needed money to, say, eat or buy a pair of socks he would need to ask his wife (who generally turned him down). His daughter would constantly berate Steve saying he did no know what love is and for not knowing God. This kind of treatment had a great effect on Steve's mental state. Steve's daughter was under the spell of the church leadership and was actually taken aside and told all the things she later said to her father. Steve was devastated in a way words can't describe.

The pressure on him was unrelenting. Steve could not make a single move. He was reduced to making phone calls secretly to line up construction work for himself, just to make enough money to survive.

It was at that point Steve had to make the decision to leave and leave quickly.

Steve describes other situations where the leadership of SRF subjected him to severe psychological abuse, constant insults and one incident where other members of SRF surrounded him, chanted The Lord's Prayer (at the direction of SRF leadership) repeatedly to break his spirit.

One of SRF's tenants is to reject the "false morals and ethics" that we have all been taught since our childhood. Clearly, the leadership of SRF exhibited no sense of morality and disregarded any sense of humanity in their conduct. How's that for a peaceful and humanitarian organization like SRF?

Since they don't have rules there regarding their conduct and there is no moral code or ethics to guide and restrain their behavior, the leadership did pretty much as they pleased. And if you displeased them in any way, you will be subjected to humiliation in front of the entire congregation, berated and shunned from anyone whom you may seek support. Of course, any contact with outside sources for help is strictly forbidden (you have to agree to that in a written contract). The control is total and retribution for any insults to the church (which can be as simple as forgetting an appointment or making a statement not in line with SRF tenets) can be harsh.

Some years ago, a minister said to me she was "de-frocked", shunned and isolated because she was unable to meet the leader when summoned. She was made to accept "punishment" and was removed from teaching classes and other activities. She did have to keep paying for classes, though. Her minister status was restored after an appropriate period.

There is no wonder why Steve had to escape to save his life.

Now how many churches would place someone in a church-directed prison?

And what happens when someone with that much power over another is allowed to do as they please?


A Stanford University professor, Phillip Zimbardo, set up an experiment where students were isolated in a simulated prison. The student "guards" had full control over the student "prisoners". The prisoners were under the supervision of the guards at all times. Prisoners would have to ask permission to do even the most simple of things, like go to the bathroom. No contact with the outside world was allowed during the experiment. Unlike a real prison, there were almost no rules to temper the guards' behavior.

Zimbardo discovered that the guards conducted humiliating, sadistic and tortuous abuse of the prisoners. Not physically, but psychologically. Constant verbal abuse, insults and total control of their lives were practiced by all of the guards. Prisoners were made to wear hoods on their heads for long periods and were subjected to isolation, humiliation in front of other prisoners and were constantly lied to in order to mistrust and turn them against each other.

The prisoners first responded with rebellion, then passively accepted their fates. Even after the prisoners accepted the conditions, the guards continued their abusive behavior. Without the moral guidance of society and without the restraint of law and oversight, the guards dehumanized the prisoners and began to believe that they should abuse prisoners because they could. Even Zimbardo found himself going to extremes to continue the guards' inhuman behavior.

The experiment was ended about half-way through because a graduate student researcher saw it was becoming too dangerous and the abuse far too extreme.

Many participants suffered psychological issues after the experiment.

Fortunately, Steve maintained his sense of self and was able to run like hell from SRF before acceptance and severe psychological damage could be done. Unfortunately, others who suffered at SRF's hands were not so lucky. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is fairly common among ex-cult members.

Now, knowing all that, how does Pink Prison sound to you? Maybe a little like a prison in Iraq called Abu Ghraib?

But these sadists weren't wearing military uniforms. They wore the robes of ordained ministers.

I guess whether you carry a cross or a rifle, when you lose your morality, you lose your humanity.

Telling a Lie from the Truth.

We were often and regularly told our training was intended to tell the truth from a lie.

It is a great skill to have. Especially around the Spiritual Rights Foundation. Unfortunately while we were under the spell of SRF mind control, that skill shriveled up like our sex lives. So much unbelieveable crap came from the mouths of the leaders and their evil minions, the task of sorting out the truth from it all was like finding a needle in a haystack.

How many things have your heard from the Spiritual Rights Foundation leaders that turned out to be bald faced lies?

I remember one in particular. It was the Bishop and Robin's account of a television interview - the infamous KRON interview that caught Debi flat-footed.

Instead of making a spin of what happened (perhaps suggesting the unfortunate Bishop was ambushed and deceived, causing shock and apoplexy), Debi and Robin told the gathered Clairvoyant Training Program students Debi handled the situation with grace and aplomb. They went to say they completely disrupted the broadcast using energy techniques. The report aired after only a slight delay because the tape wasn't properly cued (and that happens a lot on every news broadcast).

Here's another: Lewis Bostwick was Bill Duby's mentor.

How about this one: The Spiritual Rights Foundation owns a farm in Bethel Island, CA.

One more: The Bishop never said the Spiritual Rights Foundation and Bill Duby represent the picture, the icon of "Jesus Effing Christ".

How many others were there?


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Some years ago, there was a series of TV ads for Isuzu cars featuring a guy telling tall tales named Joe Isuzu. As soon as he started spinning his stories ("Hi, I'm Joe Isuzu and this is my factory.") subtitles appeared saying things like "He's lying" or "Actually...".

Like many ex-members of the Spiritual Rights Foundation, I get flashbacks of the strange, horrible and demented experience there. Most are too messed up, traumatic and just plain scary to reveal here.

One such dream was interesting though:

I was sitting in a room with Joy and Bill Duby himself. We were having a conversation with him. Actually no one had a "conversation" with Bill. At best it was like a private sermon but usually, it was more like waterboarding.

Anyway, Bill began so spew things like "I never did that, I actually did..." or "I take care of people"; "I like people"; "I'm a giver."

As Joy and I listened in amazement to each statement (jaws dropped to our chest), subtitles popped up: "He's lying.", "Actually..." and "WTF?".

Bill was famous for his claims to channel anyone from God Himself down to the neighborhood wino at any time. This time, he channeled Joe Isuzu.

Or maybe, Joe Isuzu channeled Bill.


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When Angela Silva, Robin Dumolin and Debi Livinston-Boushey made an attempt to silence us through a baseless lawsuit I crushed like a cockroach, they claimed the things I say and the things the commentators say on this blog are untrue.

It didn't take long for them to turn tail and run, offering a settlement where they would abandon their claims against us in exchange for basically nothing.

Now if my blog and all the things revealed here is a lie, why give up? If their practices are so above-board, holy and spiritual and representative of the truth, it would be ME who would have to beg and grovel for a settlement. If this blog represented a lie or was based on a lie, it wouldn't be here anymore.

But what we know is Angela and Robin have a casual relationship with the truth. If information, facts make them look good, it's true. If not, it's a lie. And if someone asks about them, they don't just spin the facts (as any good politician would) - they just change the truth any old way they want.

If we are just misinterpreting their bad behavior as, well, bad behavior, what do their actions really constitute? Are their actions those of the man behind the curtain? Do we need to click our heels three times and say "There's no place like home."? Are they saying their lies are truths? Are they saying there is a deeper, inner meaning to their words and actions and we would be able to recognize them if only we had achieved their level of spiritual awareness and enlightenment?

Well if you are a thinking person, you may have encountered "Occam's Razor". That is the principle that says (in a nutshell) the simplest answer is most likely to be the correct one.

So instead of digging deep to extract the inner meaning of the words, acts and postures of the Spiritual Rights Foundation, why not keep it in Kindergarten and believe what seems apparent?

Because the simplest answer tends to be be correct one.


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I guess the skill of determining the truth from a lie is the best thing I got from the Spiritual Rights Foundation. It's a real shame I couldn't use it until I was long gone.

I hope you won't have to wait that long.

Unclean! Unclean!

One of the more annoying things about being trapped in the Spiritual Rights Foundation headquarters was the ever-present film of dirt, grease and other filth on the surfaces.  You just could not escape it.  The windows had a smoky haze on them - you wouldn't know it because the draperies were always drawn and the extraordinarily paranoid heavy black shades were almost always drawn over the windows making it impossible to see in or out.

The bathrooms were always bordering on barely-sufficient and gas station shit house.  I recall the smells of the  "downstairs" toilet and the smells of the main floor toilet were something between last week's forgotten leftovers and something the cat left on the porch.  Not quite enough to make your stomach lurch but just enough to make you pause before you entered.

The basement, where the "food" was kept was pretty much a disaster area.  The floor, always sticky with stuff you wouldn't want to think about.  The sparse furniture was generally filthy, the small sofa not only threadbare with sagging cushions, but a cloud of dust arose whenever someone sat on it.

Rodent traps and cockroach traps were laid everywhere.  In the main area, they were carefully (or not so carefully) kicked under cloth-covered tables so the public wouldn't see them.  In the basement, they were laid out for all to see.  No one considered that cleaning the premises and filling up the holes the vermin crawled through would have been a lot more effective.

Oddly, the spa was generally kept fairly pristine.  Well, no so odd as Bill Duby used it regularly and if he found someone's pubic hair floating in it, he'd throw one of his famous tantrums and use his psychic abilities to identify the owner of the hair so that he or she may be forced to suck the offensive materials up in their mouth.  The sauna was kept fairly clean as well.  It was required that towels be used to cover the surfaces and the heat kept on for a few minutes to dry and sanitize the sauna.

After Bill's death, those facilities were somewhat less well-kept.  I recall seeing a dark ring around the spa, when I never saw one before.  Leaves and dirt found their way into the sauna.  The fish pond and fountain were nearly overtaken by algae and whatever other green gunk wanted to grow there.  The backyard, once the pride of the cult, began to take on a more shabby appearance with the sauna looking drab and faded, the spa cracked and leaking.

The cult is holding one of their spa and therapy weekends this month.  I would imagine the faithful few got a hard-sell to attend at gunpoint, as usual.  I think that is what would be needed  if the "therapy" equipment is in as bad a shape as it was when I last saw them.

The kitchen was always covered in a thin film of grease that smelled, well, a lot like kitchen grease.  The dust that constantly floated in the air stuck to this film regularly.  I recall one time when one of the ministers climbed up a ladder to clean off the kitchen ceiling fan (so who in the hell puts a ceiling fan in the goddamn kitchen - the grease just gets blown all around the room!).  As he cleaned, his wad of paper towels scraped off thick, gummy layers of grease-soaked dust.  The women in the area cleared out.  Maybe not so much from the disgusting nature of his work but maybe because they considered those who clean to be themselves unclean.

And that comes to the real topic of this post:  our own social leprosy.

How often has the leaders of the Spiritual Rights Foundation made every attempt possible to separate us from the evil and corrupting influence of society so we may adopt their own evil and corrupt influence?

Have we all been instilled with fear so we may reject the societal norms that would allow us to conduct a normal life?

Have we all been indoctrinated with suspicion of those who "can't have it" or those who are less enlightened than ourselves?

What has that done to us, and our own sense of identity with our daily society?

To the world, the members of a cult are truly unclean.  Unclean in the manner of shunning society and rejecting the norms and values that form the fabric of our human relationships.  Unclean in the sense that our own unclean thoughts and  beliefs made us not only think and act as the hapless misguided followers of a mad man and his corrupt women we began to appear the part.

After surrendering to the evil clutches of the Spiritual Rights Foundation, those who knew my past persona noticed a change.  They could not put their finger on it, but a change there was and it was somewhat unusual and suspect.

Those who facilitated the change in my persona and spirit celebrated that change as it furthered the leader's iron grip of the cult by consuming yet another hapless victim.

Never before were we so willing an eager to empty our wallets, bank accounts and sell assets for the favor of three greedy and evil charlatans.  Never before would we blindly follow an admitted mad man and street hustler.  We could not imagine entrusting our children to a child molester and wife abuser.

But we did it.

And the price we paid was our exclusion from society.

We have been forced to cover our faces to our upper lip, to chant Unclean! Unclean! in the presence of the public.  We have been marginalized as those on the fringes of society.

But not any more.

Our travails have defined our new sense of character.  Those of us who can stand tall and proudly say we have confronted evil and survived are now thriving in ways the cult had never imagined.  Those of you who read this blog, those of you who share this dark experience are stronger because of it.

This blog is less about me and more about you.  Your strength and your determination to right the wrongs and stand up for yourself where you could not before.

This is for those who seek the solace of knowing the SRF experience is a bad dream that ended upon your awakening and the comfort from knowing that only true evil will prey on the good and pure.

And those good and pure are people just like you.

Your strength is your salvation.  You do not need to stand on a soapbox and run on at the mouth as I do.  In fact, unless you really like to hear people shouting "shut the fuck up, you half-wit cultie!" you may want to be the strong, silent type.

But it is your inner strength that drew you away from the bowels of evil.  And that strength is leading you to the life you were truly born to live.

Blue Sky Pipe Dream

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So you can see what I am talking about...

This is it.  The infamous SRF farm is up for sale.

Only it's not SRF's farm.  It's Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva's farm.

At least, it was until 2010 when the above transferred their farm to the Spiritual Rights Foundation - which they serve as Vice President and President, respectively.  It make me wonder in who's behalf they are selling the property for.

The Bethel Island farm has been listed for about a month now and I am surprised I missed it as there have been quite a few search hits on it that landed here the past few weeks.

It's not so shocking this total waste of time, money, human effort and lives of countless farm animals has finally been placed on the block.  It is questionable that the asking price is close to $510,000.00.  In a down market where financing is harder to get than ever and buyers still wary of the over-built Bethel Island/Oakley area, I wonder if the Witches of Ellsworth Street will get anywhere near their asking price.

What's not apparent is the long, hard sweat of the brows of the SRF followers and their harder-earned monies were the engine that made the Bethel Island farm possible.

Since the Witches are unconcerned about the contributions made to their property (even if they transferred it to SRF in 2010, the true control of the property is questionable) I wouldn't hold your breath waiting for a refund of your contribution and back wages for your back-breaking labor.

We can probably expect the Witches will use the proceeds to shore up their flagging fortunes - or maybe use them for other purposes.

The receipts earned pickpocketed by the Spiritual Rights Foundation has pretty much collapsed.  The cult's only steady revenue source is the rents on the flea-bag apartments situated smack in the middle of gang country.  So, those revenues would be limited by location, location, location.  The smart thing would have been to dump those shit apartments and get something that costs less to maintain but brings in more rental income.  However, as the Witches still have the opportunity to exert some control over those who remain in their slum, doing the smart thing isn't the desirable thing.

Best estimate I can make is yearly SRF revenues are well under $100K and expenses for the Witches, the Golden Child, operating expenses for the properties it owns and whatever it costs to keep the remains of the San Jose operation alive until the lease runs out, eats up that much and more.  Considering how much it costs to keep a young woman who never learned the life lesson of work for reward in clothes, a car and whatever the hell else she wants on top of the Witches' insatiable hunger for ugly, crappy knick-knacks from QVC, spa treatments, vacations to foreign lands and buying dowdy clothes from upscale department stores, I'd guess the burn rate has been exceeding revenues for some time now.

So even if the Witches of Ellsworth were able to get their full asking price, taxes will eat some of the capital gains (it will that is, unless the Witches pull off a stunt to avoid paying their fair share - which I'd expect) the realtor will have his or her commission (which I'd expect they'd be squeezed to shave below their normal share) and all the expenses of selling will chop that gain into something more modest.

If the Witches' spending habits are as they have been, the gain that looked so nice when they got it will dwindle faster than they ever thought possible.

So I say: let's hope they get good money from this sale, then laugh our asses off as they spend it on their usual useless garbage.  We can laugh even harder as they scramble to sell another one of their crap properties to pay their over-used credit cards.

So, let's mock-up those sales!  Everyone send in a dollar to play that psychic mock-up game they called 666 spiritual baseball to visualize the Witches selling their properties and try to outfox the IRS!

I'll throw down.  Who's in?