The Academy for Psychic Studies - Total Fucking Bullshit

Yeah this is a recycled article.  So sue me.
However, you do get a bonus.  I've added a piece on how the creed of the Academy for Psychic Studies resembles none other than the BPI - the Berkeley Psychic Institute's own creed.  Look for it at the end of this post.

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OK, so grab yourself a big bottle Pepto and the hangover-pack of Tylenol before you read this thing.  It would help to be near the bathroom or a bucket, too.

It's the idiotic "Divine Creed" of the Spiritual Rights Foundation - which is now masquerading as Academy for Psychic Studies in Berkeley and San Jose, CA.

Now, this creed is allegedly the foundational document, the cornerstone, the fundamental doctrine and belief set of the Academy.  There are only a few problems:

1. It's incomprehensible to anyone with a normal mind.
2. Reading it causes motion sickness.
3. The Biblical references are totally WRONG
4. No one recalls any leader at SRF following any of this fucking bullshit, much less understand it sufficiently to explain it (which is impossible per reason 1).

So, after downing the appropriate doses of Pepto Bismol and Tylenol, I'll make a quick de-construction of this collection of vomit and other body waste.

To start, here is the entire Diseased Demonic Deranged Dilapidated Divine Creed, courtesy the Internet Archive (which means I didn't link to your website because it isn't there, you fucking SRF troll).

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Our Divine Creed

(The Divine Creed of the Spiritual Rights Foundation, Inc.,
a California non-profit religious church organization
 located in Berkeley, California, USA.)

(1)  We the children representing the Church of God, believe in principle our motto that FREEDOM IS THE ESSENCE OF LIFE.

(2)  And, as an ordained ministry of His Worship hereinafter referred to as the SPIRITUAL RIGHTS FOUNDATION, do joyously adopt in absolute acceptance that no person, place or condition upon this heavenly planet has intellectual, philosophical or moralistic right to interfere with the DIVINE PROVIDENCE granted unto us by the supreme authority of ALMIGHTY GOD.

(3)  Furthermore, no Country, foreign or domestic, entities of this earth planet, solar system, or any other extra-terrestrial system shall prevail in bearing false witness against us or intervene in the mission which our FATHER-MOTHER GOD has willingly talented us to unfold for the benefit of HIS GRACE in all human kind.

(4)  WE the children of HIS LIFE are ordained by HIS GRACE, to worship in HIS LIGHT of reality and come to personally experience the eternal freedom of limitless space, timeless endurance, never-ending acceptance, everlasting patience, and continuous comprehension. First, seek the Kingdom of Heaven, and its righteousness, and then all things shall be added unto you, says Jesus.

(5)  To a mystic with eyes turned inward to infinity and cosmic consciousness, His words are not only simple but veiled in great meaning. Spiritual freedom creates no ideologies, no isms, no dissenting philosophies, no moralistic interpretations which divide, corrupt and destroy communication between human souls.

(6)  No governments are upturned, no faiths cut down by the sword, no sects or types eliminated. Only a personal revelation between the cosmos and a living soul, which flames quietly, bringing a lifetime of contentment and a realization that nothing in this world is worth exchanging for that attainment.

(7)  This is our meaning of serenity which peacefully surpasses All human understanding.

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(1)  Now, maybe a couple of followers believed "Freedom is the essence of life" but not a damn person understood it enough to explain what the fuck that pithy motto means, no leader could explain it either.  I think you can also say, no matter if they understood it or not, they didn't believe it anyway.

(2)  Basically, this paragraph says to anyone outside SRF:  FUCK OFF.  Anyone who does not fall for the con game Bill Duby played on so many had better stay out of the way or Angela Silva will come threaten you, dehumanize you in front of as many people as possible, defame and debase your character at every opportunity before slamming you with a baseball bat and laughing as Robin Dumolin goes through your pockets to grab loose change and your grand-dad's gold watch, dances on your body then takes a piss on you.

(3)  Basically, this paragraph says to the government: FUCK OFF.  No court of law representing an earth-bound government shall challenge the sacred halls of the Spiritual Rights Foundation with allegations of illegal activity!  No court or government can say we kept children truant, that we induced children into trance for nefarious purposes , that we push forward unfounded lawsuits and interfere with the family court, that we engage in dangerous and illegal construction practices and, and, and... oh shit, that all really happened, didn't it...   and I guess we had to pay a lot of fines and attorney fees because we lost every legal action we got involved with and we have to pay a lot to fix the illegal construction, sooooo.... Well, FUCK OFF anyway.

(4)  Well now... first, the cats who wrote the Bible didn't exactly say what Bill wrote in his idiot missive.  In fact, Luke said (basically): don't worry about eating or getting a set of duds - get an understanding of God and all of that stuff will be there for you.  So, that's why people at SRF went hungry, had old and bad clothes, crap cars, lived in ghetto housing, and basically scraped and scrimped every day for every thing - they were chasing physical stuff because Bill told them to do it while God was looking down saying "SERIOUSLY?  CAN'T YOU PEOPLE FUCKING READ?"

(5)  Apart from the clear paradox of having a church whose teaching includes the ideologies of ancient Hindu and Christian theology, Bill Duby was not exactly a man of simple words.  Well, I guess when he cussed someone out for the umpteenth time that day, it's pretty hard to maintain a rich and varied vocabulary.  So, routinely calling women "bitch", "whore" and "cunt" while giving them a good slap to remember their place shows an economy of words and a meaningful purpose.  Besides, how many of us had Bill and the Witches of Ellsworth Street give us one set of information and our spouses something completely different so they can be sure to keep our marriages divided?  OK, put your hands down.  I can't count past a thousand.

(6)  Considering what has been happening to SRF the past decade or so (see #3 above), Bill Duby and the Witches of Ellsworth Street learned the hard way they couldn't possibly go up against the government, parents determined to keep their children safe, practitioners of free speech or the building inspectors.  However as far as their hapless followers go, anyone not of the spiritual demeanor required by Angela Silva, anyone not demonstrating the appropriate obsequious attitude demanded by Bill Duby and anyone who doesn't arrive with enough money in their pockets for Robin Dumolin to pick will find themselves at the point of a spiritual sword handing over their worldly goods and giving their physical labor to the leaders.  Well, at least no government, sects or faith have been upturned, eliminated or cut down by this CULT - the CULT does get cut down pretty well, though.

(7)  This idiotic and utterly incomprehensible missive certainly surpasses all human understanding.  Oddly, though, if what you wrote surpasses all human understanding and you are presumably human, I can see how you came to write this crap (by way of chemical enhancements) but how would you understand enough of your writings to not only teach it to others but use it as the fundamental doctrine of your psychotic church?  Oh, it's because you're psychotic.  My bad...

  

That's enough for now.  If you need me, I'll be taking some extended throne time.

If you listen carefully to the lyrics in Viva la Vida, there might be some kind of similarity to the events embroiling the Witches of Ellsworth Street and their current travails:

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Creed to Creed

Here's the official creed of the Berkeley Psychic Institute courtesy Psychdoctorate's blog (and I'm the guy who added the emphasis):

We of the Church believe in limitless space, timeless endurance, never ending acceptance, everlasting patience, and continuous comprehension.

"What if a man gain the whole world and lose his own soul?" asks Jesus.

To a mystic with eyes turned inward towards infinity and cosmic consciousness, his words have great meaning.

Psychic freedom creates no ideologies, no isms, no dissenting philosophies which divide, corrupt and destroy communication between human souls.

No governments are upturned, no faiths cut down by the sword, no sects or types eliminated; only a one to one contact between the cosmic and a living soul, which flames quietly, bringing a lifetime of contentment and a realization that nothing in this world is worth exchanging for that attainment.

Now, here's the Defecation the Spiritual Rights calls it's "Divine Creed":

We the children representing the Church of God, believe in principle our motto that FREEDOM IS THE ESSENCE OF LIFE.

And, as an ordained ministry of His Worship hereinafter referred to as the SPIRITUAL RIGHTS FOUNDATION, do joyously adopt in absolute acceptance that no person, place or condition upon this heavenly planet has intellectual, philosophical or moralistic right to interfere with the DIVINE PROVIDENCE granted unto us by the supreme authority of ALMIGHTY GOD.

Furthermore, no Country, foreign or domestic, entities of this earth planet, solar system, or any other extra-terrestrial system (WTF?) shall prevail in bearing false witness against us or intervene in the mission which our FATHER-MOTHER GOD has willingly talented us to unfold for the benefit of HIS GRACE in all human kind.

WE the children of HIS LIFE are ordained by HIS GRACE, to worship in HIS LIGHT of reality and come to personally experience the eternal freedom of limitless space, timeless endurance, never-ending acceptance, everlasting patience, and continuous comprehension. First, seek the Kingdom of Heaven, and its righteousness, and then all things shall be added unto you, says Jesus.

To a mystic with eyes turned inward to infinity and cosmic consciousness, His words are not only simple but veiled in great meaning. Spiritual freedom creates no ideologies, no isms, no dissenting philosophies, no moralistic interpretations which divide, corrupt and destroy communication between human souls.

No governments are upturned, no faiths cut down by the sword, no sects or types eliminated. Only a personal revelation between the cosmos and a living soul, which flames quietly, bringing a lifetime of contentment and a realization that nothing in this world is worth exchanging for that attainment.

This is our meaning of serenity which peacefully surpasses All human understanding.

Of course, the ambulatory colossal turd serving as the Witches of Ellsworth Street's sycophant, hit man and yap dog would point out that several of the paragraphs are different, the identical paragraphs are such only in language (so their meaning would be completely different because of Bill Duby's superior psychic powers and con man abilities) and besides, only the spiritually aware of the Academy for Psychic Studies would be able to understand it.

So, the fact that none of the spiritually superior ministers of this mentally deficient cult could explain the deteriorated creed no matter how many times they were asked should not indicate this creed is a steaming pile of shit.

Nor would the fact that Bill Duby stole all the scripts and fundamental philosophies of the Berkeley Psychic Institute give rise to suspicion that he also stole their creed, despite the incontrovertible evidence.

No, as the Academy for Psychic Studies unleashes a continuous barrage of tall tales describing Bill Duby's dubious psychic achievements and memories of Bill's imaginary relationship with Lewis Bostwick (BPI's founder) there wouldn't be a problem calling BPI's creed just an early version of the Academy's.

I mean, if the Academy stole all the things BPI taught and if Bill and the Witches perpetuated the lie that Bill was like a son to Lewis Bostwick (rather than the pest and psychotic he was perceived to be) why not steal the BPI creed while you are at it?

Close Encounters

Here's a message even the followers 

of Rev. William Duby can understand.

If you have the unmitigated nerve to take a look at the Academy for Psychic Studies' Facebook page, you might notice something.  It's pretty fundamental, actually.

Of all the pictures they plastered on the page, of all the unadulterated bullshit they slather everywhere, of all the turds of insanity they have defecated, they missed something.  It's something that is obvious to us, apparent to them but not something the casual visitor or the brain-dead follower will notice.

Take a look at the pictures: not one of them illustrates any goddamn thing from the Academy.  Is there one picture of the building?  Are any of the staph members represented there?  Certainly you'll not see one picture of the Witches of Ellsworth Street.  No pictures of anyone in activities.  No pictures of anyone actually engaging with anyone.  No pictures of anyone doing a fucking thing.

And those of you jackholes who are scrutinizing this blog for technicalities: there are no fucking videos, audio recordings or any printed materials, notes or other text either.

If you are a prospective victim of this cult, I have to ask you: if these people are unwilling to reveal themselves in their own public relations materials, if you have a hard time seeing what is behind the iron gate, if the warm and nourishing people at the Academy want you to pay for their garbage in advance before they tell you what you can really expect, would you really trust them?

Take a look around.  The head honchos have a habit of staying in their residences eating KFC and throwing the bones into the yard for their lackeys to sweep, spending their follower's hard-earned money on idiotic junk found on QVC and using their phones to call in ass tear-ings to whoever has the bad fortune to be the floor supervisor that day.  When they do appear, it's for an event so special, the 5 remaining followers arrive early enough for Robin Dumolin to deliver whippings to the women and stage special latex fashion shows for the men before the special evening propaganda meeting and bedtime story.

So if the leaders are so important that their appearance is the most special and revered event in the Academy for Psychic Studies power-packed calendar of crap, you might think "What in the hell kind of place did I run into?".

You have got to know the answer:  it's a cult.

Not that the Witches of Ellsworth Street are your typical cult leaders.  Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva inherited their positions from the psychic founder William Duby.

No fair saying Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva were duly elected.  As everyone knows, an election at the Academy for Psychic Studies is like an election in North Korea.  The result has been determined before the ballots were printed, there is only one candidate per office and anyone not voting for the recommended candidates are identified for special psychic reform sessions of smelly women and emasculated men keeping you confined in a room until you see the light and change your vote, succumb to psychosis or just plain die.

At any rate, dissent will be addressed by the Witches' Kangaroo Kourt with all the fairness and judicial restraint as Kim Jong-Il at his weekly beer blast and orgy.

While the witches aren't the typical cult leaders and lack the same kind of apparent spiritual insight, connection to higher powers and overwhelming powers of bullshit, they devote themselves to the pursuit of higher awareness by attempting to get you to pay more and more and more for classes, recordings and so much other garbage, until you have handed over not only your life savings but you children's college funds as well as your grandmother's silver tea set.

It is simple, really.  Like too many other practitioners of psychic con games, the Witches of Ellsworth Street put their own worship of money well before any concern for your spiritual well-being.  Like all psychic con artists, they were eventually found out.

As this new year of prosperity begins, the Academy for Psychic Studies has unleashed their infamous series of expensive classes that can change your thinking to clean out those thoughts that prevent your having-ness and prepare you for the coming prosperity only the Academy can bring.

Never mind the Academy defines prosperity as "having what you need, when you need it" and not having enough money for a comfortable and happy life.

As Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva need their cosmetic surgery, trips to the spa, shopping sprees, monthly vacations to wherever they want and they need it right now due to their follower's failures to do their bidding, you might say Robin and Angela are indeed having what they need, when they need it.  Too bad the same can't be said for the followers.

The followers still scrape from day to day, shelling out hundreds of dollars a month in voluntary donations for classes Angela (as the director of spiritual education) requires them to take, hundreds more for monthly mandatory retreats the cult goon "requests" they attend (if they don't, he'll eat a bean burrito the size of a small child and fart until your living room smells like animals died there) and hundreds more for the tithe demanded of all followers or Robin will don her special leather outfit and show you what happens to bad boys who don't tithe.

A hundred dollars at a time, the followers are tapped, tapped and tapped out.  What they receive is nothing more than more demands for money.

So it's no wonder to me that there are only 6 followers remaining from what was a robust team of 40 or so.  It's also no wonder the heir-apparent of the cult bailed out of the cult when it became obvious she was being screwed as badly as everyone else.  No wonder their most fanatical followers walked out too.  Even less wonder that the last ones left are old, tired, and pretty much beaten.

Kind of hard to recruit new members when your team looks like they need a nursing home, a triple-bypass and a team of people to make them look presentable, isn't it?

That must be why this fucking cult is floundering and I, for one, will keep up the pressure and keep our side of the story in the public eye for as long as the Academy for Psychic Studies continues to shill their poisonous agenda.

Shock The Monkey

One of the things many of those who have survived the evil experience we have suffered at the Spiritual Rights Foundation is a long lasting fear of the unknown and a mortal dread of becoming a useful and vital part of the world around them.

I've seen people who are scared for no damn reason, people who won't speak about their experience even after eagerly shilling the cult on the public airways and the internet and people who hang onto the thought that doing anything in the public interest or because it is morally right doesn't apply to the Spiritual Rights Foundation only because the Witches of Ellsworth Street might consider it vengeance.

On hearing that sentiment, my first thought was "fuck the fucking fuckers".

After that, I thought there might be a reason for the reticence.

Well think about it...

While we were confined inside the iron gate of the Academy for Psychic Studies, weren't we required to exhibit the kind of "energy" and "vibration" acceptable to the leaders?  Wasn't that enforced by whoever the corpulent turd of the day happened to be?

Think about what happened to people who didn't exactly fit the expectations of the leaders.

I'll tell you one of them:
I was sitting in the shithole the Academy called the "basement space" clearing my own basement space of the kind of crap essential for the conduct of a fulfilling life.  I guess that's why the Witches of Ellsworth Street wanted it cleared as the only fulfillment valuable to them is the fulfillment of their cauldron with as much money as you have.

While practicing the mind control methods the Witches loved to perpetuate, I heard the infamous Reverend William Duby conducting a session of spiritual and loving healing with a follower using more profanity than even I could possibly use in a sentence, more threats to conduct bodily harm than a prison gang and more idiotic reasoning than anyone with a good education and moral upbringing could have ever imagined.

Duby had asked for requested demanded a home makeover, complete with hardwood flooring, cedar planking in the closets, a steam room as well as other such bling to the modified double-wide he shared with Angela Silva.

When the follower (who operated the sham enterprise "Liberty Construction" for Angela Silva - who in turn, received a cut of "Liberty Construction" revenues before expenses) balked, citing the cash position of the sham company (and implying if Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin would stop dipping into the company pot, there would be plenty of benji's to accomplish Duby's demand), Duby went ballistic and entered his own unique method of healing through personal degradation, physical threats and forced labor.

That's just one of the stories.  Of course, you might say once Duby kicked the bucket and who's ashes were scattered at the "Blue Sky Ranch" for the goats to piss on, the Academy became a gentler, warm and nourishing place.

Seriously?

What with Angela Silva demanding more money to support her botox treatments and Robin Dumolin demanding money to buy leather suits, whips and special boy-toys, things not only got intense, they were getting strange.

I remember the ministers of this spiritual cesspool were gathered together one fateful evening to receive another of Angela Silva's rant and raves.  That Robin Dumolin was out of sight only meant she was oiling up a whip and sandpapering her strap-on.

During this session (where you needed to apply a large glob of Vaseline beforehand) Angela  announced to the faithful ministers that she had overheard one or two of them conveying information that was outdated or otherwise inaccurate.  Never mind Angela never did something sensible like create a handbook or binder of up to date Academy policies - that would make changing her mind and doing whatever the fuck she wanted more difficult.

In response to the perceived misdeeds of the few, Angela prescribed that ALL ministers are henceforth forbidden to speak to any person who has come to the Academy for Psychic Studies for the first time unless that minister is selling an overpriced class, worthless psychic reading or idiotic self-help product.  Any other communication would require approval unless that communication was in the context of a reading, in which case speech was allowed but only if it is not too much so they can pay more for another visit where you still can't talk to them but you can say something in a reading when they pay but if you say too much she will issue a OFL of an undetermined amount.

OK, makes sense to me...

Anyway, that single act of confusion and despotism created an atmosphere of not only fear but paralysis.  No one made even a simple decision without asking Angela Silva what should be done.  Class instructors regularly had to consult with Angela Silva about answering questions posed by the students - should an answer be given, and what would it be.  

One such event happened after I out-ed the infamous church service where the Bishop herself announced that the Academy for Psychic Studies and Reverend William Duby are the incarnations of "Jesus Effing Christ".  Shocked students of the demented "Year Class" soon asked their instructor if the Bishop really did say that and did she mean it.

The instructor ran to Angela Silva in a panic - how can this be answered?  Angela's response: "tell them I listened to the whole tape and found she never said that".

You see, the truth was never Angela's strong point.

So was life at the Academy for Psychic Studies.  Confusion, paralysis and fear were the order of the day.  We all wore doggie shock collars around our necks.  We tread lightly around the precepts and perverse value system of the Academy for fear of the shock that would come if we got too close to the border or if Robin Dumolin pressed the button on the remote because she was bored, we would get a thousand volts burst through our lame asses.

No wonder everyone is still scared.

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 ISHI Hypnosis Shuffle

One of the many things there we were "encouraged" to participate was hypnotherapy certification. This course of training and certification cost some two thousand dollars and resulted in a big certificate printed on parchment proclaiming that the bearer is a certified hypnotherapist.

The training was conducted in day-long classes held over a series of weeks. The training was part lecture and part practical application. There was a lot of practice with fellow students and many practice sessions. Not much in the way of books to read outside of a binder labeled "BASIC STUDENT MANUAL" and a spiral-bound book of scripts. The BASIC STUDENT MANUAL was created and issued by the National Guild of Hypnotists (NGH) and was available from any of the NGH-recognized hypnotist training programs. One of the script binders were written by a local hypnotist, not affiliated, trained or otherwise connected to ISHI Hypnosis. The other was a standard set of scripts, also issued by the NGH. I don't recall seeing any material originally developed by ISHI Hypnosis. It appears that the study material would have been available anywhere.

We were told that certification was accredited by the National Guild of Hypnotists and was sufficient to engage in the practice of hypnosis and hypnotherapy. Starting one's own practice was mentioned but mostly, participation on the ISHI Hypnosis clinic and continuing education was encouraged. Hypnotherapists practicing in the ISHI Hypnosis clinic were not paid (even though clients coughed up fees for treatment) and continuing education classes were actually regular ISHI Hypnosis training classes opened up for "graduates".

After the arduous process of practice, study (most of which was memorizing hypnosis scripts, not studying theory) and sitting in lectures, the certification exam was administered. That exam was a fairly large document with pages and pages of questions, some multiple choice, some short answer. There were so many questions, it took some two to three hours to complete it. Once you passed that exam, you would be a real, certified hypnotherapist.

I took that training. Once the training was finished, I took that exam. Once the exam was over, I was presented with a certificate proclaiming me as a Certified Hypnotherapist and was presented with materials for membership with the National Guild of Hypnotists with the blessing of ISHI Hypnosis.

There was one problem, though: I failed the exam.

That's right. I failed.

On the day of the exam, I was running a fever. I was sick to my stomach, had a pounding headache, coughed frequently, was sore all over and somewhat disoriented. I obviously had the flu.

The text started to take on that moving, shimmering quality that you see after your third boilermaker. Not only did I not have the answers, I couldn't even understand the questions! I left about 20-25% of the answers blank. BLANK! The rest, I guessed at.

At best, I estimate I got 75% of the answers right - ONLY if ALL my guesses were correct. And if they were, I think my next stop should be a Keno table. More than likely, I got half or fewer of the answers correct.

I never knew how I actually did. No one ever got back their test. No one. And to my knowledge, no one ever failed the certification exam. No one. There was no provision for a second pass after a failed exam - no one needed a second chance. I recall that everyone who took the ISHI Hypnosis certification course was, indeed, certified.

So, if you failed the test, would you complain? Probably not. There was so much encouragement and reward for participation in the ISHI Hypnosis training program you just could not fail. Literally. What are the odds that 100% of those taking a certification exam passed on the first try each and every time?

I didn't complain. I never practiced hypnotherapy either. At least not on my own. I was required to practice in the ISHI Hypnosis clinic for no compensation, though. If my test results were as dismal as it appears (and by leaving much of the answers blank, I'd say that was pretty dismal) you wouldn't want me putting you into trance no matter what that parchment said.

But that leads me to a question: If I failed miserably but still obtained certification, how many others failed? How many of them have received certification despite failing their final exam? How many of them are in practice today?

Would you want to receive hypnotherapy from a practitioner who has not fulfilled the requirements for certification? Would you trust an ISHI Hypnotherapy graduate with your mental and emotional well being?

If you do, give me a call. I'll trance you. No guarantee that I can get you into trace. Hell, there's no guarantee you'll come out of trance even if I could get you in it!

I wonder if ISHI Hypnosis graduates have come out of their trance?

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Secret Psychics

Gee, if the Academy for Psychic Studies had fundraisers like this...

Found the article below at: http://tinyurl.com/6jg2s7m

The article below is an editorial written by Mitch Horowitz and is a great use of Steve Hassan's BITE model for identifying a cult or controlling group.  Mr. Horowitz describes the Academy for Psychic Studies so well, I'd swear he was right there with us.

It's probably the best description of our experience at the Academy for Psychic Studies I have seen.
The key is secrecy.  Keep the goings-on behind the iron gate a secret.  Be sure the members don't find out what is happening a the top of the heap.  Never allow anyone from the outside (like a journalist) to look behind the gate - unless you have complete control over what they do and do not see.

Yes, we did have an extreme leader and extreme leader-etts who kept the Academy on it's mission of exploitation.  Sure, information from the outside was controlled, our thinking was modified, our behavior closely modified and our emotions were controlled with the taunt to "stay neutral" while we were tortured, humiliated, blackmailed or pummeled with insults and deeply degrading healing sessions that were more like an interrogation at the hands of the Gestapo.

The founder, Bill Duby was fond of saying "Don't fuck with me when it comes to money!"  The Academy's finances were a dark secret.  They had money.  A lot of it.  They got it from their followers.  The Academy for Psychic Studies never released an annual report nor were anyone besides certain members of the Board of Directors were allowed to know where the money came from and were it was going.  Maybe those select board members were the ones raking it in for themselves.

How could we say this?

Did we know how the leaders (who had no jobs) could tell us they were poor as dirt but were able to drive luxury cars?  Were we told how Bill Duby could acquire apartment buildings, a farm and other properties while he slumped in his chair moaning about how broke he was?   Did anyone know how it was possible that the leaders could use Academy money to pay for whatever the hell they wanted?

I remember accompanying Bill Duby and Angela Silva to an RV dealership.  Bill wanted a new RV.  The one he wanted cost over $60,000.  Bill made the deal on the spot, then asked to use my phone, explaining he had to call a board member to say he's making the purchase.  Obviously, the deal was already done so the board member couldn't do a damn thing to object anyway.  When he returned from his shopping spree, Bill told everyone he mocked up his new toy and that he bought it personally.  There was no mention that he used church funds to buy it and I was too smart to talk about what actually happened.

Bill's own personal history was also distorted and exaggerated.  Bill's accomplishments were much more than any one person could have achieved in the time he had.   Computer programmer, construction expert, soldier, father, husband, preacher, gambler, lady's man, businessman, prophet, scholar and spiritually perfect being were only some of the claims he made.

Why was the public history of Bill Duby so fantastic and superhuman while the truth behind the tall tales told an entirely different story?  And why was any question or doubt about the supernatural accomplishments of the leaders met with an overwhelming wave of degradation and hostility from the leaders and their deluded followers?

Take a look at this comment from a former member:

Anonymous said...
I know many secrets at SRF and would be oh to happy to tell everyone who reads this, including those who are on the fence still at the cult. 

1. Rev. Bill molested a person who was associated with the church. 

2. Rev. Bill took money out of the donation box for his own needs. He would take out all the large bills and leave just the dollar bills in there. 

3.When Rev. Bill took his name off all the legal documents regarding the whole corporation including all umbrella companies, he did so to not draw attention from the IRS, and any possible future lawsuit regarding molestation case against him. 

4.Rev. Angela and Rev. Bill were lovers then Rev. Bill dropped Rev. Angela full time after she got jealous over Rev. Bill's attention towards Rev. Robin. Rev. Angela went out and got drunk and picked up some stranger in a bar for a night of self destructive behavior. Oh yah, she was on the board of directors of the church. Nice example! 

5. Rev. Bill made sure that all properties and assets associated with the church, are to benefit two people and only 2 people....Rev. Angela Silva and Rev. Robin DuMolin. So, if they want to pull the plug at anytime, they would walk away with all the assets.

If they sell off the many properties, or liquidate any stock or bonds bought with church monies, they would go to Rev. Angela Silva and Rev. Robin DuMolin. 

NO ONE ELSE IN THE CHURCH, INCLUDING THOSE WHO ARE NOT ON THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS GETS A DIME! 

Any student who is going through the training right now or in the future doesn't get a thing. 

Any current or past minister associated with the church doesn't get a thing if the place goes under. 

And believe me, many old and new ministers don't know this! 

Those who do know, are so conditioned to look the other way, because if they spoke up they would get verbally beaten down and isolated. 

They were told to shut down the place and start again with all new people. 

The current church bishop basically is a yes man for the two current top leaders, so not to catch the heat from above. Nice....! 

Piling on is an art form at the cult. If you don't agree or are put into a position not to agree with the agenda, you are isolated and verbally abused in the staff meetings once a week, or at the beginning of each month. But this is called cleansing of the bad negative energy that is in the church. Trying doing an exorcism on yourself first! 

Its like OJ saying when acquitted for murder, "I will look for the real killers". Yeah on the golf course, in Vegas and the bars you frequent. Try looking in the mirror. 

The same goes for the negative energy in the church building, try looking in the mirror before you hold a staff meeting to dispense with the made up negative energies you did a reading on...oh clairvoyant one.....What a made up con of cons! 

No different than the televangelists claiming something bad will happen if you don't cough up some money. Extortion through guilt, emotional blackmail and verbal abuse. 

Happy Holidays everyone, and hope you learn from these accurate insights.

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And how about this one from a student (who thankfully got out before she got cooked alive):

Anonymous said...
So much for the sick and psychic. What a joke this place turned out to be. I was a student in SJ and witnessed what only perceived as hanky panky and arm twisting going on during the school break periods at night. That Rev. Steve was always under stress and felt like this place hardly ever had any students. That Sandi person I remember taking classes from, and in hindsight, I wished I could hug her now, as she probably needed one or many. 

Wow, I came up to take some classes in there Berkeley school and had a few encounters with these woman that are talked about. 

Rev. Robin seemed cold and calculating like a space alien scanning you, wanting to know if your intentions are threatening or peaceful. 

Rev. Angela seemed like a hot wind bag and phony. I didn't know why all the talk was about getting a reading from her or taking a class from here. I was bombarded with advertisement for her so called gift and insight. Seemed like she was one of those lady gypsy scammers who bilk large amounts of money over time form victims who want to believe. She did seem to exhibit signs of drinking or years of drug taking. 

Rev. Bill seemed like a inmate that welcomed the newly incarcerated. Scanned you up and down and wondered if he can use you to do his bidding. I'm glad this guy is not around anymore to lay waste on the rest of the poor people continuing to find fleeting thoughts of nirvana in a house of pain. 

December 26, 2008 8:23 PM

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The thing most stressed with us was to keep our light for ourselves.  We were not encouraged to go out and talk about our experience at the Academy.  In fact, it was forbidden because we might "blow people's mind" if we did.  That the Academy for Psychic Studies tried to silence me with a lawsuit that blew back in their faces (where I forced them to pay my legal expenses while retaining my right to free speech) should tell you a lot about their quest for secrecy.

When my good friend Steve Sanchez wrote his book "Spiritual Perversion", the Academy made similar threats for legal action.  "Spiritual Perversion" was still published and the truth came out anyway.
Steve and I are members of a small number of people willing to speak out against this cult.  Most take the threats, the shame, the emotional blackmail so seriously they remain in silence, huddling in the shadows in fear of a psychic attack that will never happen.

Yeah, the Academy for Psychic Studies' need for secrecy rises above all of their other needs.  Take a look at their website.  It's sparse and there's little real information about it.  The emotional control, the humiliation, the emotional blackmail, the information control and the deep shame we have all felt about being in this crazy cult are just the tools they use to keep the Academy the most secret of secret societies.

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When Does a Religion Become a Cult?

America has long been a safe harbor for experimental faiths. But the unorthodox can descend into something darker.

By MITCH HOROWITZ

America has probably supplied the world with more new religions than any other nation. Since the first half of the 19th century, the country's atmosphere of religious experimentation has produced dozens of movements, from Mormonism to a wide range of nature-based practices grouped under the name Wicca.
By 1970 the religious scholar Jacob Needleman popularized the term "New Religious Movements" (NRM) to classify the new faiths, or variants of old ones, that were being embraced by the Woodstock generation. But how do we tell when a religious movement ceases to be novel or unusual and becomes a cult?

It's a question with a long history in this country. The controversy involving Hollywood writer-director Paul Haggis is only its most recent occurrence. Mr. Haggis left the Church of Scientology and has accused it of abusive practices, including demands that members disconnect from their families, which the church vigorously denies.

To use the term cult too casually risks tarring the merely unconventional, for which America has long been a safe harbor. In the early 19th century, the "Burned-over District" of central New York state—so named for the religious passions of those who settled there following the Revolutionary War—gave rise to a wave of new movements, including Mormonism, Seventh-Day Adventism and Spiritualism (or talking to the dead). It was an era, as historian Sydney E. Ahlstrom wrote, when "Farmers became theologians, offbeat village youths became bishops, odd girls became prophets."

When the California Gold Rush of 1849 enticed settlers westward, the nation's passion for religious novelty moved with them. By the early 20th century, sunny California had replaced New York as America's laboratory for avant-garde spirituality. Without the weight of tradition and the ecclesiastical structures that bring some predictability to congregational life, some movements were characterized by a make-it-up-as-you-go approach that ultimately came to redefine people, money and propriety as movable parts intended to benefit the organization.

Many academics and observers of cult phenomena, such as psychologist Philip G. Zimbardo of Stanford, agree on four criteria to define a cult. The first is behavior control, i.e., monitoring of where you go and what you do. The second is information control, such as discouraging members from reading criticism of the group. The third is thought control, placing sharp limits on doctrinal questioning. The fourth is emotional control—using humiliation or guilt. Yet at times these traits can also be detected within mainstream faiths. So I would add two more categories: financial control and extreme leadership.

Financial control translates into levying ruinous dues or fees, or effectively hiring members and placing them on stipends or sales quotas. Consider the once-familiar image of Hare Krishna devotees selling books in airports. Or a friend of mine—today a respected officer with a nonprofit organization—who recalls how his departure from the Rev. Sun Myung Moon's Unification Church was complicated by the problem of a massive hole in his résumé, reflecting the years he had financially committed himself to the church.

Problems with extremist leadership can be more difficult to spot. The most tragic cult of the last century was the Rev. Jim Jones's Peoples Temple, which ended with mass murder and suicide in the jungles of Guyana in 1978. Only a few early observers understood Jones as dangerously erratic. Known for his racially diverse San Francisco congregation, Jones was widely feted on the local political scene in the 1970s. He was not some West Coast New Ager gone bad. He emerged instead from the mainstream Christian Church (Disciples of Christ) pulpit, which sometimes lent a reassuringly Middle-American tone to his sermons.

Yet every coercive religious group harbors one telltale trait: untoward secrecy. As opposed to a cult, a religious culture ought to be as simple to enter or exit, for members or observers, as any free nation. Members should experience no impediment to relationships, ideas or travel, and the group's finances should be reasonably transparent. Its doctrine need not be conventional—but it should be knowable to outsiders. Absent those qualities, an unorthodox religion can descend into something darker.


Mr. Horowitz, the editor in chief of Tarcher/Penguin in New York and the author of "Occult America" (Bantam), is writing a history of the positive-thinking movement.

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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What's up, dork?

So, I've been occupied with tons of Christmas cheer as well as a new smartphone.  The Christmas cheer thing I get.  This fucking phone - not so much.  That should explain my absence (well, that and Angry Birds).

While exercising my new found mobile prowess, I somehow stumbled across some writings from a dingy former inmate of the Academy for Psychic Studies.  This guy's corporeal presence may be on the loose but it became obvious his thoughts (such as they are) remain tethered to the iron gate of the psychotic academy.

I won't name him as his publically available writings are embarassing enough.  However, I can say he and his spouse are two of the Spiritual Rights Foundation's elite "Doctor Reverends".  Unlike the rest of the unfortunate recipients of this dishonor, he and his spouse wear their psychotic title with pride - somewhat like a drunk proudly pissing himself while raising a glass.

One such article helpfully points out that changing one's cirumstancesfor the better is as easy as changing one's perspective from gloomy to hopeful.  Such a turn in attitude will magically and effortlessly result in such life affirming advancements in finances and more, the power of positive thought cannot be disputed.

You would think this "Doctor Reverend" is currently living the good life, driving a nice car, taking a va-ca whenever and loving life simply because he thinks well of himself and his aspirations.

You would if you shared what is in the "Doctor Reverend's" pipe.

His circumstances are no better than the average person and further, my observation is they are no better than our own post-college bohemian lifestyle (one I chose as it beat the crap out of working for a living).

It seems while the rest of us evolved and developed depite our "fuck the fucking fuckers" outlook, the positively positive "Doctor Reverend" has progressed to the point of treading water and maintaining the lifestyle we left behind after we discovered living like a fucking bo-ho, sucked hard.

As for the train of thought polluting the demented doctor's noggin, I'd have to say there isn't one.  If you have the stomach to read his writings, you may find a litany of aphorisms like "think positively so you will not be negative" among other wise and insightful advice.

What you won't find is any REAL insight or advice.  You won't even find what constitutes "positive" for the dickhead doc.

There is no original thought coming from the doctor's mind.  A quick review of his writjngs will sadly reveal what we all expected: the only fucking thing he can express are the empty and vacuous ramblings excreted from the deranged and psychotic mind of none other than William Duby himself.

That a well-intentioned but idiotic folower of the psychotic mystic is running around unchained is bad enough, that he is given apparent authority and legitimacy through an incorrectly used title and bogus doctoral degree from an unaccredited outfit while spewing worthless garbage that isn't even his own is frightening.

We all knew the Academy for Psychic Studies was founded to create mindless followers whose pockets can be picked and corpulent robotic minions who hold down the unfortunate while Robin Dumolin strip searches him and Angela Silva prys loose his PIN and PayPal password.  So, seeing an idiot who is sallying forth banging a drum hoping it would inspire us to reach into our pockets for a handout does not surprise.

In this instance, it just pisses you off.

HOLY TOLEDO!

The following was an anonymous comment posted on my wife's blog (you know, she's the one who shares Sarah Palin's lipstick).

This comment kicks ass in many, many ways.

The writer says all the things that everyone wanted to say at one time or another.

Buddy, I don't know who you are but I will say you have admirable testicular fortitude and my hat is off to you, sir!

And if this writer turns out to be female, I'll still tip my hat. But the fortitude would have to come from a different area, I guess.


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Anonymous said...

I had bad encounters with the very fat Rev. Angela Silva. She seems to be eating her way to the grave these days. She doesn't even bother to show up in the building, and when she does, she is there to dump on people.

I believe she is in a psychic panic once again, and wouldn't surprise me if they are systematically driving people out so they can pretend they have to close down shop for lack of support.

That is the plan, they are planning to retire soon and live off the millions they liquidate. I'm sure they know their days are numbered and their game only will anger those who were promised a place to retire, and will be left out on the street.

Another blimp squeezed into a male body is Rick Greer, who will drink the cool aid & make sure others are forced to drink it as well. I guess those guys are hanger-on's hoping to get some of the pie that the fat Rev. Angela Silva and ice bitch/prostitute for money Rev. Robin DuMolin will dole out.

Robin DuMolin and Angela Silva can't hold a job, yet demand the people who have 40-50 work weeks to donate another 30 hours of there time to answer phones on the bullshit, make it up as you go along psychic help line, do prayer requests, (for a donation), teach classes and get paid only if you don't owe the church anything.

Enjoy the money right now, because when you drop the body and have to look at yourselves, you will be in the society of people ordering you around and sucking your soul.

I heard Rev. Robin years ago specifically stayed away from her dying mother in order to give her so called (space) at the time of her death. Can you imagine that? Your mom wants you there and you specifically stay away.

I'm sure your daughter who looks like she's turning out just like you will return the favor. She will have already learned to prostitute herself out for money just like you Rev. Robin.

Hey did you know that the fat Rev. Angela Silva was locked up in the Oakland psyche ward 30 years ago? She is the spiritual sage that runs the place. Did you ever hear about the stories of her shoplifting to support herself and drinking and drug habit?

I only wish that you return to the life you crawled out from under and lose everything you have in your life right now. How about starting by giving back to the people you have lied to for all 26 1/2 years?

Your god daughter is going to be a gypsy psychic like you've become.

Rev.Rick, are you still telling people your fired up about losing weight and getting your diabetes under control, but still weigh 360 lbs and eating greasy, fattening foods that will blow out your organs and make your son fatherless before he turns 18?

Tough love you guys, because you always pounded it into us underlings for years.

Time to face the light.........Rev. Bill was a lying, child molester, con artist opportunist who had so much pressure put on him by the negative media, but more importantly Rev. Angela Silva and Rev. Robin who were his common law wives.

They help put all that pressure on him the last 5 years of his life. He got what he deserved, and hopefully the pressures of this blog and others who have taken up the mantle will force you through guilt to relinquish the millions you conned people out of, and give it back to them. They are the ones that made that place run and for a time great.

Angela and Robin are a couple of dried up cunts who if dumped out on the street would freak of having to go to work for a living. Quit pretending you are spiritual when you two old hags haven't done the true teaching in over 10 years!
December 28, 2008 6:14 PM

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Maybe now it's my turn to say "Jesus Effing Christ!"