The Academy for Psychic Studies Mind Control and The Spiritual Rights Foundation Cult

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

2012-03-02T00:10:00.000-08:00

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.

Love, Hate, Rinse, Repeat

2012-03-01T01:20:00.000-08:00

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.

Step One - You aren't alone.

2012-02-29T21:00:00.000-08:00

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

2012-02-29T20:47:00.001-08:00

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

2012-02-29T20:30:00.010-08:00

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.

2012-02-28T19:18:00.000-08:00

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

2012-02-21T00:35:00.000-08:00

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.

2012-02-21T00:26:00.001-08:00

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!

2012-02-21T00:22:00.000-08:00

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 Shenanigans

2012-02-15T21:05:00.000-08:00

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Looks like the Witches of Ellsworth Street are up to even more shenanigans.

Take a look at the above public record. It shows that Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva have transferred their farm in Bethel Island, CA from themselves to the warm and nourishing arms of the Spiritual Rights Foundation.

To most, that would be a charitable act to assist a worthy cause.

However, as Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva are respectively the Vice President and President of the Spiritual Rights Foundation and control all the cult's assets, you might not see this action as quite as charitable as they would want you to see it.

Both Robin and Angela were pissed I out'ed their personal ownership of the farm we were told was owned by the Spiritual Rights Foundation. Since then, they quietly tried to cover their tracks by transferring the farm to SRF.

Unfortunately, that act is a blatant act of trying to hide their sneaky ways - and a cheap, amateurish act at that.

So what's the difference when you transfer real property from your ownership to the non-profit corporation you not only control, you presumably "own" through stock ownership?

Sounds a lot like "piercing the corporate veil" to me.

What that term means is: there is a fine line between what is corporate business and what is personal business. Same thing for personal vs. corporate property. In order to keep things legal and proper, corporate property and business must always be kept separate from personal property and business. A failure to maintain separation can result in the corporation being declared your own sole proprietorship, which carries a lot of crappy consequences.

It's no question the Witches have been lavishing themselves with corporate credit cards as well as having their own credit card bills paid by the Spiritual Rights Foundation, Inc. Now that they have transferred personal real property to SRF, they've gone into a whole new level of shenanigans.

So, how to you think this will affect the sale of the Blue Sky Ranch in Bethel Island?

I don't know either but I believe someone, somewhere will start asking questions if they find in a title search the property went from personal ownership to ownership by a corporation operated by the very same individuals who owned it personally.

Let's hope that happens.

Until then, I'd better watch out how much I say "shenanigans".

Blue Sky Pipe Dream

2012-02-13T22:18:00.000-08:00

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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?

A Guest Post:: Work Will Set You Free at the Academy for Psychic Studies

2012-02-13T21:54:00.001-08:00

Our first Guest Post is from "Anonymous".

I think you'll find this post interesting and informative.

At the Academy for Psychic Studies, there is a strong emphasis on performing manual labor or other "work" for the benefit of the cult and its leaders.

The work was usually called either a "love project" (meaning you were expected to use all your available free time working for no pay in furtherance of an Academy for Psychic Studies commercial enterprise or the benefit of the leader's property holdings such as the "Blue Sky Ranch" in Bethel Island CA, and you'd better "love it" or else...) or (and this is for real) a work "party", where you could "party" with your fellow inmates toiling in the blazing sun or freezing cold.

The work assigned (sorry, that should be "agreed to" - my bad...) by the men was generally construction work involving a great deal of manual labor . The work assigned (sorry, that should be "agreed to" - my bad again...) to the women ranged from clerical work to lighter construction tasks.

Of course, the work was closely watched - not for quality but only for its quantity. Most slave labor projects at the Academy for Psychic Studies (which, I guess, was all of them) were completed in somewhat less than professional quality. Some looked like one of those DIY project gone wrong you would see on HGTV. Others, like the "self-help" recordings were nearly good-looking but had enough flaws to have that amateurish patina to them.

But, the work all got done. Not well done, but somewhat done. The Academy for Psychic Studies' Health and Wealth recordings were all completed even if no one purchased a single one of them (and these days, few even consider Health and Wealth recordings for anything but overpriced drink coasters). The rooms were painted and renovated for new students who never arrived.

At the "Blue Sky Ranch" the farm houses, all built on swampland, were remodeled and renovated by inmates of the warm and nourishing Academy for Psychic Studies concentration camps in preparation for relaxing weekend psychic trance retreats. Of course none were paid for their labor.

And when those relaxing and rejuvenating retreats were held for the benefit of those who worked for free to create that blessed retreat space, they had to pay some $300 have a day of relaxation. In their infinite wisdom (and because some of the SRF inmates still had a few bucks hidden under the mattress) the leaders would allow no one onto the "people's farm" unless those people were working or paying. Later, those farm houses were seen sinking, consumed by the swamp. I guess God has a sense of humor after all...

Help me inaugurate this guest post by adding your comment or a story of your own. Remember, you can email it OR use the anonymous drop box on my MSN SkyDrive.

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Arbeit Macht Frei -the Nazi slogan meaning “work sets you free” was put over the gate to the concentration camp.

At SRF they follow a similar slogan with their work projects. Every weekend or sometimes during class times they would put you to work as a slave.

There was no reward (or pay) from the cult for doing this; actually you were treated worse for doing this work.

What was the reason for these work projects? A very simple reason: free labor that was used to benefit the cult leaders directly.

They even had the gall to lie and say that you were working on your own place implying that you would be taken care of when you retired.

Many slaved working on their Blue Sky Ranch in Bethel Island only to find out that it was the personal property of the cult leaders. As many find out the hard way, you are used for free labor and thrown away as if you were a McDonald’s hamburger wrapper, all at the whim of the Cult Leaders.

If you questioned all this work they would say that you were becoming more spiritual by doing your work projects. That was hard to swallow when you realized that all the Cult Leaders themselves never lifted a finger except to record how much work you did and even dispute that you didn’t work enough.

The actual slogan they have hung in their school is “Freedom is the Essence of Life”, and then they would explain to you that you needed to work in order to become more free,

When you noticed that your friends were becoming poorer and were being stolen from there would be a Staff meeting to tell you what a scumbag you are which was how the Cult leaders publicly humiliated any people that they feared were not following their wishes.

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I guess you can say at the Academy for Psychic Studies, not only would work set you free, you'll work for free as well. But of course, work is an important part of your spiritual growth and unfoldment. And since your spiritual growth and unfoldment is an eternal process, you'd better roll up your sleeves and get to work.

One woman there suffered from Multiple Sclerosis. We all knew it. So did the leaders. Instead of giving her accommodation for her illness, she was given trance after trance after trance to believe she wasn't sick - only stubborn. This woman would drive hundreds of miles a day at the leader's orders and would work like a woman possessed (and I suppose we were all possessed - by devils in dresses). After many years of this beneficial trance and working for the cult day, night, weekends, holidays, sick days and vacations to achieve spiritual growth and unfoldement despite her illness, she died.

I just read the infamous "Arbeit Macht Frei" sign at Auschwitz has been stolen.

Now we know where it wound up...

The Academy For Psychic Studies - Guest Post: Sink or Swim

2012-02-13T21:46:00.001-08:00

SUNDAY, MARCH 7, 2010

Today's Guest Post comes from "Anonymous". And for you Academy For Psychic Studies blog police, that means "without a name". That also means: I don't know have this author's name and this piece was not written by me.

So in short, you tin-can cosmic cops can go back to the Witches of Ellsworth and tell them you aren't getting anything out of me except another rolled-up newspaper whacked on their hairy noses.

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For those who are interested in this post and real news and opinion, I'll give you a little fill-in: Bill Duby fleeced yet another widow out of a valuable asset while still in mourning. The "Blue Sky Ranch" was purchased from a woman who lost her husband suddenly at a fire-sale price. The "Blue Sky Ranch" wasn't owned by SRF at any time. The officially recorded deed says the "Blue Sky Ranch" is actually owned by Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin - respectively the President and Vice President of the Spiritual Rights Foundation (AKA Academy for Psychic Studies). Oddly, this dysfunctional duo transferred the "Blue Sky Ranch" to the Spiritual Rights Foundation in 2010.

Confusing? Yeah, I'm scratching my head too.

Unfortunately, while the transfer may have been intended to show the public the Blue Sky Ranch in Bethel Island is the blessed and holy space of the Spiritual Rights Foundation, a title search (and my winning legal case against them) shows the property was purchased by the Witches of Ellsworth Street well before it was transferred to SRF.

Transferring this property to a non-profit corporation controlled by the same two women who owned the Blue Sky Ranch in Bethel Island CA in the first place looks pretty unusual to say the least. If you were someone who had no information, no experience and no knowledge of the Witches and saw the property was transferred from Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva to the non-profit corporation THEY OPERATE, well, if you weren't a little leery, you'd deserve to face the subsequent shitstorm without an umbrella. Those who do know them aren't leery - we're either shaking our heads in disgust or heaving a glass across the room in exasperation.

Some of it is because of this looks like just another one of Robin and Angela's hare-brained and transparent schemes to make their practices look good on the surface, it's also because all this time, all the time Robin Dumolin and Angela Silva owned the Blue Sky Ranch in Bethel Island, we were told it was "the people's farm" and we people were responsible for it.

Although the Blue Sky Ranch currently looks a bit on the dilapidated side what with the weeds knee-high, fences sagging, paint faded and peeling and buildings looking more than a little weathered, it wasn't because there was no attention paid to the premises by the followers of the Spiritual Rights Foundation.

From the day the deal was closed, we lowly followers gave money, worked, paid to attend retreats, worked, paid to have weddings, worked more, paid to feed animals, worked our evenings and weekends, paid to purchase farm and construction equipment, worked on holidays, paid for construction materials, worked even more, paid for landscaping and even had to haul away garbage as a way to pay back the cosmic debt we owed to the Spiritual Rights Foundation, which Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin helpfully brought to our attention. As those two operated SRF when they owned the Blue Sky Ranch, I guess it's not hard to say who was really benefiting from our back-breaking spiritual labors.

I personally installed floor coverings in the main house - tiles for the first floor of questionable legal status and parquet flooring for the second floor where a dormitory was located. No, I wasn't paid a dime nor was I ever offered even a thin sandwich but I would have liked to have admired my work by staying in the dormitory overnight. Unfortunately, the windows there were so small (only wide enough to stick a hand through) spending a night there was something like a night in San Quentin.

Still, despite the demand from the Witches to provide free labor to the Blue Sky Ranch, we worked, and worked and worked until we were so exhausted from work we looked forward to staying up all night plying our psychic skills to repel psychic attacks on the ranch.

So after we expended all that effort, time, money and more money on a farm "the people" of SRF could not and never did own, the thought of seeing it sink into the swamp of the Sacramento River Delta is a satisfying sight.

There are several more stories of the Silva/Dumolin farm. As they turn up, they will appear on this blog. And if you have one (or many) go ahead and send it. You can stay anonymous.

You can send your Guest Post (information about that is here) via email (address is on my profile) or by dropping it off on MSN SkyDrive .

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The cult had purchased some land on the Bethel Island, CA that they wanted to use as a farm animal wholesale business. The basic idea was to buy goats and horses wholesale at auction and sell them retail to the public. The cult leader Reverend Bill would boast that he could buy a goat for $30 and sell it quickly for $90.

Bethel Island is a small city located on the Sacramento River Delta. It’s basically a swamp that floods in the rainy season and thick with mosquitoes in the summer. The soil there is soft because it is next to the river and the ground water is close to the surface because it is next to the river.

The farm land the cult purchased was located on a flood plain. The previous owner rolled a mobile home on it for a residence many years earlier. Reverend Bill called his farm The Blue Sky Ranch.

Everyone who bought a property on Bethel Island knew that they would have to raise their houses to be legal with the local zoning unless they had been grandfathered in and already exempt from this law. All the neighbors raised their houses on stilts to make them above the flood plain. Because the previous owner put his mobile home on the lot before the ordinance was passed, he was grandfathered.

When Rev. Bill died, he had been fighting with the Bethel Island government saying that he was exempt from raising the mobile home. His only reason was: he should be exempt because he didn’t want to do it and if he did it, it would make him look stupid because he was too careless to research the local ordinances before he bought the property. Is egomania a good reason for exemption?

Now that he was dead, it was up to the Witches of Ellsworth to fulfill his vision of a profitable ranch animal business. They had to make the mobile home legal by raising it on stilts. Unfortunately, they couldn’t order their cult members to do it because nobody knew how. They needed a contractor who knew how to do it. They would have to spend some of their big bank account (which they hated to do).

Most people would find a good local contractor and make a good deal. This is not the way the cult leaders think. They are used to total control and soaking their cult members for free labor and all their money. First on the leaders minds was getting the better part of the deal and leave the contractor holding the short end of the stick.

They did find a competent local contractor, a nice guy who thought that they were honest like they carefully presented themselves. He went to work building a foundation.

They didn’t leave him alone to do the work, though. As he worked, the local contractor was distracted by a parade of cult women in shorts and low tops. They were very friendly to him. The women brought drinks out to him and stood up close so he could get a good view of their female charms.

Most of the women were not beauty queens but the Witches of Ellsworth just wanted smiling women wearing short shorts with bulges they could jiggle (and that jiggling was not exactly in the most attractive of places - ed.). He invited them over to his house for a pool party. As a group they accepted.

Somehow the cult had persuaded these women that it was their duty to encourage the contractor to work harder than he had to. Those women were convinced if they could show the local contractor a little bit of themselves he would do more for the money the Witches of Ellsworth were paying (which was money they got from the followers). The Witches thought they could get a lot more work out of the contractor and maybe he would forget to charge for some of his work. What happened was completely different.

When the contractor figured out they were not really that interested in him but what they could get out of him, his enthusiasm for the project waned. The time line on the project slipped and the house was not raised even 6 months later.

The cult leaders fumed because their tactics had backfired. They bad mouthed the contractor around the cult and painted themselves as the victims. When the house finally was raised 7 months later, the cult leaders insisted that a second staircase be included in the project. The contractor built the second staircase, assuming that he would be paid.

Instead of paying him, the cult had one of their culties (who was a contractor but not qualified to do the job) meet with the local contractor and insist that he was not entitled to be paid for this addition to the contract.

The cult contractor insisted that he was knowledgeable about the cost involved and that the cult was being overcharged. The local contractor argued but they refused to pay and threatened to spread unfavorable reviews of his work. Finally he relented. Maybe the cult contractor made him an “offer he can’t refuse”?

After over a year, they had their mobile home on stilts and all they needed was to have some of their cult workers install their plumbing and drywall for free. Easy to do, they had brainwashed them to be willing slaves.

Sometimes evil deeds fall apart. This one did.

Shortly thereafter the staircases began to sink into the mud. The foundation cracked at first, then started sinking. The soft soil and high groundwater of the Sacramento River Delta made it too soft to support the house. The cult leaders were in a funk. They might have to spend more money to fix it or they would have to let it keep sinking.

They were so desperate to have their easy life (where everything was free) they even resorted to asking for opinions from the work slaves on how to do the work for free. Nobody could help, though.

Meanwhile there is a safety hazard. Anyone who uses those staircases could be hurt because they are gradually getting weaker while they sink into the swamp. The cement slab is cracking and sinking. Soon the whole house could sink. Anyone in the illegal second floor could get hurt when it falls.

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Considering the women Angela and Robin threw at the hapless contractor, I wouldn't really think of it as the use of womanly charms. I'd think of it more like the dog humping your leg - not only is it annoying, your next step is to tie the bastard up until you can get it to the vet.

It's clear: Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin are beneath using nothing to their advantage and their antics catch up to them sooner or later. Had they operated on the up-and-up, would you think the outcome might have been more favorable?

Sure, but what's the fun in being a stand-up straight shooter?

There it is, everyone. It would seem reasonable to any of us that the "Blue Sky Ranch" is in a bleak and untenable situation. But since Angela and Robin are so determined to realize the demented vision wrought by their lover and spiritual husband, they are too deluded to pull their heads out of the Bethel Island swamp to see how that vision is sinking as fast as the building they raised.

Most of us would try to cut our losses and swim out of that money pit as fast as can be done. However, since the money tossed into this pit isn't Angela and Robin's, and because the names on the deed are Angela and Robin's, I think you would agree the owners aren't too concerned about the depth of that money pit.

A soil test and some good engineering (which is a wise move before spending tens of thousands on a construction project on swampland) would have revealed the true ability of the soil to support a structure and would give a good construction engineer the data needed to design necessary supports and compensate for settling.

However, since the Witches of Ellsworth were too focused on fulfilling a warped and unrealizable vision to concern themselves with the realities of the natural world and because the local contractor is just going to do as he is told and cash his check while he can, I am not surprised to see that farm in Bethel Island sinking into the swamp.

I hope the rest of the place sinks with it.

Kim Jong Duby

2012-02-10T22:51:00.000-08:00

I'm glad I never saw this. I guess

Robin is glad she never saw this either.

After taking a look at psychdoctorate's blog on the Berkeley Psychic Institute, I ran across the entry on "Gaslighting".

The wikipedia definition of "gaslighting":
Gaslighting is a form of psychological abuse. It involves an increasing frequency of systematically withholding factual information from, and/or providing false information to the subject, having the gradual effect of making the victim anxious, confused, and less able to trust his or her own memory and perception. A variation of gaslighting, used as a form of harassment, is to subtly alter aspects of a victim's environment, thereby upsetting his or her peace of mind, sense of security, etc

In SRF's zeal for control or their members, news from the outside world or events were always interpreted for the members. Reading, watching or listening to the news was not exactly forbidden but was discouraged. Listening to such information was said to "get into your head" and would disrupt your spiritual growth. The leaders would interpret the news and relay that information back to the membership.

Since the founder would always say "God doesn't let the left hand know what the right hand is doing", he would always give incomplete, contradictory or incomprehensible instructions and information.

Many couples (such as myself and my wife) were separately told conflicting instructions and information. Women were told that men were not to be trusted under any circumstances - all men except the leader Bill Duby, that is. Men were told that women could only make emotional decisions and that they were to be the "head of the woman" by any means necessary.

All of the leaders would give different and conflicting depending on who they gave the information to. If a student resigned or was expelled, the real circumstances of their departure was never revealed. However, many different stories about them were circulated to the members. We would hear of former woman students "she was more interested in men" or "she was more interested in buying clothes" or "she could not blow her family pictures". Men were treated less kindly, with things like "he is just a taker and not a giver", "he has wolves in his space", "his energy is bad and we can't trust him" were some of the things said about male ex-members.

The truth was always obfuscated. History was conveniently revised (a great example was Bill's personal history). Events were given an official interpretation - an interpretation that had little with reality or reason.

We've all heard of the exaggerated and fabricated stories concocted by the loyal Apparatichiks of fine democratic dictators such as Stalin, Nicolae Ceauşescu, Kim Jong Il. Now we can add Kim Jong Duby to the list.

I've never been there, but I think I know what life in North Korea is all about. A Dear Leader. An impossible personal resume that no follower dare challenge. Supernatural skills that are unverifiable and unwitnessed.

And there was the fear: The constant fear of being called out as a fraud. The fear of being labeled "Judas".

The fear of the repercussions.

Those in cult-owned apartments found themselves constantly wondering when the cult leadership would present them the "opportunity" to move. Occasionally, these moves were favorable. More often, though, the move was from one rat-bag apartment to another, smaller one. Some found themselves moved from a semi-comfortable bedroom to a less private and even less comfortable portion of living room, separated by only a thin curtain - a curtain that you would have to provide yourself, if you wanted a modicum of privacy.

I've known members abruptly evicted from their apartments and housed in trailers, decrepit motor homes or unceremoniously dumped in the back yard with only a sleeping bag. Once removed, those members (always men) were not let back into the buildings for more than brief periods, even in the middle of winter or in stormy weather.

While manipulation of information was subtle, the physical relocation and disorientation was sudden and severe. Married men were in constant fear of being removed from their homes at any time by the wave of a leader's hand.

One could be sent to SRF's Siberia for a determinate time or sentenced to an endless journey through the SRF gulag. It all depended on how the leadership felt that day.

But in the end, members were subjected to an endless merry-go-round of packing and unpacking; moving in and moving out; having roomates and living alone.

I'm not surprised that the people there are incapable of making wise decisions. Apart from having crappy role models, after twenty years on a merry-go-round how could you see straight?

Talking out the side of your mouth

2012-02-09T23:03:00.000-08:00

Hey, Cee-Lo must have heard
Angela's inspirational speech!

One of the things we heard often at the Spiritual Rights Foundation is to "let go and let God". We were also told often to let go of the painful past; love yourself first, then try the world on for size; judge it today, wear it tomorrow.

And this profound homily often related by the holy leader Angela Silva: "fuck you".

If you are an SRF-ie, I am sure you are wondering why a decrepit heathen infidel such as myself would dare to quote such pearls of wisdom in a derisive atmosphere such as this blog.

It is because, only in this blog is there an environment where deconstructing the pithy and unenlightened dicta vomited by the Spiritual Rights Foundation leadership is possible. Besides if you are reading this blog as a current SRF-ie, I'll just borrow Angela Silva's inspirational homily: "fuck you".

Have any of you noticed that the down to earth homilies we ex-culties endured were applied so rigidly to we underlings but not so much to the leadership?

Ever notice that we got hammered hard if we said anything even slightly critical about a fellow member? Meanwhile any of the leaders could say whatever they wanted to whomever and at any time.

Do any of you remember being embarrassed, demeaned or insulted in front of everyone? And who was the one doing it? Can you see their faces?

Did the leaders judge you? Did they ever hold against you what they held against others who look, sound or resemble you in some minor way?

When did any of them "let go and let God"?

Did they ever take their own advice? Did they ever live by the same principles they wanted us to live by?

Or did they often say "don't throw the baby out with the bathwater" as they threw insults at you and rummaged around your pocket for lunch money?

Ever catch them lying? Ever hear incomprehensible and nonsensical justifications for their bizarre actions?

Yeah, so it's not much of a deconstruction. But I'm not in a deconstructing mood tonight, I think.

But how about it? What kind of hypocrisy and double-speak do you remember coming from the current leadership? How about leaving a comment describing that?

Let us know what those are. Or, maybe reminisce and reflect on your own. Either way, if you look at those crazy statements as I have, you will probably have one of those moments. Like that time when you realized girl in sixth grade didn't come to your house because she was interested in you, it was because she wanted to copy your homework.

Guest Post: Total Despair Is On The Air

2012-02-08T19:35:00.000-08:00

Robin, it's a fucking radio show -
say something!

In honor of the upcoming first anniversary of "Total Prosperity" finally going off the air, I am re-posting this excellent parody of that perverted radio show.

Today's Guest Post is from "Anonymous" and it's a good one.

The Spiritual Rights Foundation ~~has~~ HAD broadcast their radio talk show "Total Prosperity" on KEST radio for some 20 years every Tuesday morning at 10AM. Until his death, Bill Duby was the permanent "guest" every week he felt like being there.

Thankfully, this waste of the public airwaves is off the air but when it was on, the show consisted of some small talk among the "hosts" peppered with the incoherent spiritual drool of the permanent guest. Bill's ramblings on his world view and delusions kept the show interesting as well as the odd back-and-forth between him and the "host", his Bishop.

It's odd because many of us noticed they engaged in the kind of exchange that you'd find between a married couple.

Even odder, Bill's wife and life partner (yeah, TWO women, not one) were usually present on the show while it happened. Neither said a thing about it for years.

"Total Prosperity" is WAS a call-in radio show, inviting people to call for a free psychic reading that sounded exactly like the reading they gave a different caller the previous week (and each reading generally took less than a minute of air time before the "hosts" slammed the phone down on the bewildered caller).

The topics of each show varied from "family programming" to "can you unhook?" to whatever came to mind as they rambled and fumbled through the show.

In all the time I was present for the broadcast and in all the shows I listened to I never heard any caller ask a question that was on-topic. The announcement that people could get free psychic readings on the air drew callers who asked questions about their personal relationships, their work life, their home life or why their car leaked oil. There's not a damn person I remember who had a question that was on-topic and there was a good reason for that.

The topics were so thick and so incomprehensible, I don't ever recall really understanding what in hell the "hosts" and their "guest" were talking about.

Judging from the callers questions, I bet none of them did either.

It's an expensive broadcast costing a ton to broadcast. You didn't think KEST was paying the Spiritual Rights Foundation to air that mess, did you? SRF was able to find a sponsor for a short time but as there was no way to know how many people were really listening, there's no way a sponsor wanted to buy a commercial on their show. That wasn't the only problem: apart from the air time, a special phone line must be maintained to connect the radio room at SRF HQ to the station.

So if "Total Prosperity" is so expensive to SRF, why keep it going?

The radio show is was seen as the gateway drug to the Spiritual Rights Foundation and the Academy for Psychic Studies.

High priced classes and workshops conducted by the Academy for Psychic Studies designed to introduce people to the anaesthesia of SRF mind control are always featured. In fact, I recall a hand-written sign in the radio room instructing all radio participants to promote classes, workshops, retreats and special events while on-air. Especially the ones that cost a lot of money to attend.

This post from "Anonymous" digs down below the surface of the "Total Prosperity" radio show and gives us a picture of what the show might be like if the hosts were indeed as candid and honest as they present themselves.

I say to anyone who is listening to "Total Prosperity" or who may be interested in listening to just call in every Tuesday and ask for a reading about your love life, your work life, your trip to the supermarket or what the hell is that stuff on my shoe and why does it stink? They love calls. Even those that just take up time on air.

The more you call, the more excited they get that people are listening. The more they think people are listening, the longer they will pay for air time.

The more they pay, the less cash they will have to sustain their reign of exploitation.

So call in, have a Totally Prosperous Day and ON WITH THE SHOW...

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Total Despair:
A Satire of What SRF has to sell, I mean offer its lone few listeners...

Debbie: Welcome to Total Desparity I'm your host Debbie aka "Debbie the spy", "The liar".

My guest today is Angela Silva aka "LeoFire, The Molesters wife"...How are you today?

Angela: Excellent!

Debbie: and Robin Dumolin aka "Scroogette"...How are you today?

Robin: [shrugs]

Debbie: If you'd like us to con you into coming to our crypt, give us a call at 510 549-1991 and we'll give you a reading on the air....

"Angela, What does it mean to be psychic?" ...

Angela: It means be naive, gullible , pliable, vulnerable, in other words, the perfect dupe for us to use and abuse.

Debbie: "So if we can get them in the door, with a come on that we have a free and open to the public healing clinic, we can then size you up (read) and find what classes might be helpful for you and your "spiritual unfoldment". Then we can work on your subconscious and break down the barriers, hack open your psyche and gain access to the pin number to your bank account"

Angela: Exactly!

Debbie: "In the words of Rev. Bill...Marvelous"!

Debbie: "We have beginning classes in meditation and healing coming up, where we can get you started on the road to bleeding dry your life, bank account and ultimately your self worth, while pretending to help you in your life."

Angela: We can also put you to sleep with our Monday night hypnosis clinic, so we can hypnotize you, then laugh when we talk about you with others after we tell you your session is confidential. Did we lie about the confidential part? No! You are made in the image and likeness of God, so it's OK if I tell everyone about you and laugh about it because if you don't like it, fuck you.

Later after you've graduated into the year class and later in the ministers class, we can brow beat you and pressure you into taking the once a month trance retreat weekends for a mere $200. It used to be $300 but we understand its a rough economy out there right now. But once the economy rebounds, we will raise it back to $300 again, just like the banks raising their interest rates and the oil company raise the price of a gallon of gas when they see fit. In fact, I see a rebound coming now, so sign up for a $300 retreat before we raise it even more!

After being in the "year" class for "8 years" instead of the nine months your agreement says, (that way we can bleed you even more and have years to add fines and penalties called an "Opportunity For Learning" to punish you for anything we want - like the Happy Meal we got our Golden Child didn't have the toy she wanted) you will become a minister!!! Even before you even study the bible!! You don't need to study the Bible because we don't either!

We will then keep you in minister's classes the rest of your life, so we can practice our hypnosis on you and slip in a post hypnotic suggestion or two of you being unfulfilled and needing to take more and more sessions and classes, workshops, and retreats at the Spiritual Rights Foundation, until you get screwed so much you start thinking about suicide like all the old ministers did.

Debbie: Yes we can help you in all aspects of your life "trust me" - all the people I screwed trusted me too!

Angela: Marvelous!

Debbie: Unfortunately, you can't have the teaching that we had with our founder Bill Duby, because he would keep you up for classes that went into late night hours or sometimes lasted for days and pound on your psyche saying what a terrible person you are. After he tore you full of new orifices, he exploited you by saying how you need to keep feeding SRF everything you have of value so you can have this teaching..

Like your time...Your energy...And most importantly, your money, inheritance, stocks, bonds, precious metals, relationships with your children.

Especially your children. He loved children in a very special way - just ask Angela's daughter!

He wanted it all, so he'd have your fellow classmates, outside strangers read you and tell you how much of an asshole you are in your life, and how with his direction, the people will help you feel better for a price.....YOUR SOUL!

But now our classes are comprised of whoever answers our Craigslist ad, internet prayer requests, a local ad in an East bay newspaper, or this radio show to gain new victims..ur...I mean new students so now, we can say you're an asshole and you need to pay us to make you feel better (until we call you an asshole next week).

Angela: You might just be the next dumb turd we have in our beginning classes or lab rat in our hypnosis clinic. Or why not, just sign up for the year class if you make at least $50,000 a year or more. We want your money..ur, I mean we want you and your money here at SRF.

Debbie: Ok, looks like we have a phone call. Hello your on the air. Whats your question?

Caller: My relationship is at a standstill can you see whats going on?

Debbie: Hold on a moment...........I see you need a few woman to tell you what you want to hear. I think Robin may be seeing something too...

Robin: [shrugs]

Angela: Yes, I see the same thing...It looks like you definitely have it together, and all you need is someone like myself to direct you in your life and help you separate from this relationship,.....Unless your partner wants to join you in taking classes, if he makes good money... Then I see it would be very beneficial for both of us...ur...I mean both of you. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Caller: Yes

Angela: How many?

Caller: Uhhh... 2

Angela and Debbie together: GOOD!

Robin: [rubs hands together]

Angela: Stay on the line so we can get all your pertinent information like their names, where they go to school, the color of their eyes and clothing size so we can plan how to steal them from you, Ok?

Caller: uhhhh... Ok

Debbie: That's all the time we have for today. Just a reminder, we have a full ministry of cd's and mp3 downloads or podcasts of all our radio shows, topics of everyday problems and their solutions, at prices that are way higher than this crap is worth! Just call Health and Wealth.. Our one of many shill businesses to get income with: 1 800 642-WELL.

Or what we like to refer to it as 1 800 642-SUCK!

HAVE A TOTALLY PROSPEROUS DAY!

Academy for Psychic Studies and Scientology

2012-02-06T22:37:00.000-08:00

Hey, I had a random thought: did anyone recall Bill Duby corralling us for hours of trance then in his usual post-traumatic rambling began to talk about principles somewhat related to Scientology then blurted out: "You guys didn't know you were learning Scientology, did you?"

And related to that, wasn't there a plaque with a black background and etched golden lettering on a medium brown wooden base that honored both Lewis Bostwick and L. RON HUBBARD?

Or maybe that is one of my projections...

I know people who swear they heard Bill Duby say he was teaching Scientology. I recall it, but maybe not as clearly as they.

Any of you who do recall, please leave a comment. It will make a lot of things make sense. And if Bill did indeed teach Scientology, I don't know what to say about THAT.

I'm hoping you would. Leave a comment. And let's see if there really is an SRF/Scientology connection.

Stop the Silence

2012-02-06T22:27:00.000-08:00

That symbol was a rallying cry in the 80's. Back in the day, people with AIDS and HIV were not only very sick, they were left on their own without the help they needed and without representation in the government and society they needed to help them survive.

I'm sure you know how that was handled. I hate to think about it, much less write about it. Although I will tell you something that was a fairly common attitude at the time. I was dating a girl in Southern California. One Sunday, we attended church with her parents. Just before the service, we were conversing and the subject of AIDS came up. Her mother turned to me and said, "We believe AIDS is God's punishment to the gays" and left it at that. No, I didn't date that girl much longer after that.

Back in the day, we as a society chose to keep the issue of those with AIDS and HIV a secret - as if you could catch it by talking about it. The White House senior staff advised our president, Ronald Reagan, to take no position and to stay silent. By speaking out, the president could cause a national controversy and a loss of his conservative political base, they counseled.

It wasn't until some time later, that President Reagan and the First Lady realized revealing the issue of AIDS was an issue of simple decency. It was their duty as America's First Couple (and that of the President) to preserve human dignity - especially to those with AIDS. So, they responded. They spoke out in favor of providing support and funding to help those with AIDS.

Once the issue of AIDS was supported, the public respond with new supportive attitudes. President Reagan approved millions to fight the disease and improve attitudes. The ultra-conservative Surgeon General told people to use condoms to protect themselves and agreed he had to help do something. New treatments for HIV/AIDS were developed in a fairly short time and those infected were saved from a terrible fate. Many of those with HIV infections were able to maintain a normal life.

I can't imagine what would happen if the Reagans remained silent. How would the epidemic of AIDS have progressed? How many lives would be lost?

Before I wrote this blog, I had to deal with my own state of silence. I had to deal with my own sense shame and the acceptance of personal punishment sent from above. I had to deal with my sense of staying invisible and my fear of inciting controversy and the possibility of losing people who I once knew.

What woke me up was the sense that I was like a can of soda sitting in the sun - it wouldn't take much to make a fountain happen.

And fountain it did. As I said earlier, I saw this blog as a kind of internet graffiti - sometimes seen but rarely noticed. And for a while, that is what happened.

I have evolved this blog from my own need to vent to creating a public service. Giving the other side of the story to an otherwise unsuspecting public. Revealing the true events the Spiritual Rights Foundation does not want anyone to know and speak the true insight the Spiritual Rights Foundation would otherwise suppress.

And we have stood tall in the face of the petty tyranny displayed by the Spiritual Rights Foundation. SRF filed a lawsuit intended to silence us. They failed. We successfully defended their despotic and maniacal action to suppress us. By doing so, we have defended YOUR rights to speak the truth; YOUR rights to speak your mind; YOUR right to associate with whom you please.

Still, of all of us involved in the SRF quagmire, only a few have dared to speak out in various ways through the news media and their own publishing activities.

But many remain silent. They sit like that can of soda on a hot day, waiting for someone to pop the tab so they can vent the unrelenting pressure.

I know that pressure. I know the pain of having to contain the outrage, the pain, the sense of unfairness of the rule of petty tyrants.

And know many who feel the same.

Maybe someone like you.

If you want to say something but are afraid of rocking the boat, think of this: how much of a spell is the Spiritual Rights Foundation keeping you under?

You may find the spell is nothing more than a man behind a curtain.

Are you afraid of repercussions? I'll tell you this: they have nothing on anyone.

Especially you.

There is a group of many people who blazed the trail for you and defeated the petty control tactics, the outlandish behavior and the abuse. Several brave parents brought their stories to the news media and the courts. They restored their relationship with their children and healed the damage wrought by SRF.

I fought a frivolous suit and successfully defended your right to speak your mind.

If you want to speak, if you need to speak, now is the time.

The only question is: what would you like to say?

You can speak for your own healing.

You can speak to get the SRF monkey off your back.

You can speak to help others who may fall into the cesspool of abuse as we have.

You can speak out publicly. You can speak in private. You can speak to a professional. You can speak to your friends, your neighbors, your family.

Speak out to someone. Find someone who will listen and someone who can help. Some of those people are listed on the right side. Speak with them. They will listen.

You and I have suffered through the unrelenting pressure to hide. The fear of disclosure, the shame of being deceived.

And even now, the Spiritual Rights Foundation tries to exert the fear and oppression only a despot can engender.

To capitulate will begin the silence of your mind, the submission of your spirit, the suppression of your voice that will certainly lead to the death of your soul - a death at the hands of a cult.

A death at the hands of petty despots.

If "freedom is the essence of life", would you continue to hide silently in the darkness or emerge from the shadows to embrace life in the light of truth?

Will you conduct your own act of decency and come out of the shadows to restore your own sense of human dignity and preserve the dignity of those who shared your experience?

It's your choice now.

Are you content to allow your soul to die?

Or will you emerge and live your life?

Many of you might prefer to remain silent. Some of you may think you must remain silent.

Of course, you have every right to be silent.

I will leave you with this thought, though:

SILENCE = DEATH

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Here are comments from the original post:
Anonymous said...

Here is a scene that is an example of what Mike is talking about: Bill Duby, the cult leader, went on for hours, talking about me in the third person to the class about how sick my soul was and comparing me to others who “stole money” from SRF and who were now “asleep,” or in other words, in a state of spiritual death. He painted all those who had left SRF as having fallen into karmic ruin, or as power-tripping fools whom he had completely defeated mentally, or as people who had basically become psychologically debilitated or insane from messing with the teaching.

When we heard this, part of us was vengefully delighted that we were doing so much better than those who had left, and the other part of us was full of dread and determined to never suffer such an unthinkable fate.

Rev. Bill often said, “I am happier here in my misery as a prisoner of the teaching than most of you are in you freedom.” During his usual monologue, he occasionally got Rev. Ang and Robin to say something devastating about me, and sometimes addressed me directly for an answer. They went on to tell their plans of what they were going to do with me. As they talked about me in the third person, I found some distance between myself and them.

I was shaken beyond my capacity and knew this was not right. I knew at this point that I would have to leave. The thoughts of the horror and hatefulness of the place were growing stronger in my mind, but concurrently I still thought Rev. Bill was an authority and that he had spiritual power.

It was strange how the two antagonistic thought patterns coexisted in my mind. Because I still feared Rev. Bill as an authority, I was deeply doubtful and concerned about my own moral standing with God.

This is where the two diametrically opposed thought patterns started to merge and I would have to sort it out, one painful, fear-filled thought at a time. I was desperate. I had to find a way out of this nightmare.

July 16, 2009 1:46 AM

Mike Kawahara said...

Thanks Steve.

You spoke out about your experience and revealed the truth about the abuse, lies and cruelty you endured. By doing that, we have seen you regain your life and find the strength to continue.

I found Steve and others who have been candid about their experiences with SRF and have been open and communicative about their disappointments, anger, frustrations and guilt were more able to find healing and recovery - things they longed to receive from the very cult that abused them.

To stay silent about the abuse is the beginning of a long, difficult road. To maintain the lie, to keep up appearances, to "fake it until you make it" works like a Vycodin for your soul. You might feel good for a while - a long while even. But that issue remains, the pain returns and you'll need another dose - putting you on the destructive cycle of pain and healing SRF used to exploit and control you.

Staying silient about your plight continues the SRF trademark of hypnotic control, leading to the death of your soul and the elimination of your spirit for life (YOUR life).

To speak out may be rocky at first, but with the support of others who share your experience, you will find the road will be easier to navigate.

You will find you can life your life and enjoy it.

You can live your life without fear.

Please see my post about our pledge.

Our hands are open and the coffee pot is on. And we won't make you pay for a cup.

I'll even pick up a nice, fresh bag of Peet's for you and a dozen Krispy Kremes.

Joy makes some mean baklava as well. It's all yours.

Marilyn Daily Junkins said:

I left SRF 19 years ago after 7 years of tyranny.

The last two years, after I was "ordained" were brutal, horrific years of shame and torture where I felt I was living in two worlds without anyone to whom I could really talk; who could really understand what I was going through. I knew I couldn't speak with Angela, Robin, Debi or Bill ... they would only make me feel worse, or demand money to heal me.

What a relief when I left SRF and discovered my own inner healing over time.

Even after all this time, I was so glad to find Mike and Joy's blogs and to learn that I was not alone in my experience.

Thank God the two of you, Steve, and Mason, all had the courage to speak of your experiences and free yourselves from the bondage of Bill's mind.

I hope that the others still there can find the way out and SRF can be disbanded without ruining any more lives. Friend me at Facebook to get my email address.

Drop Dead Divas

2012-02-06T22:20:00.000-08:00

Well, the diva part isn't a question with these two...

Well, it looks very much like the bell is tolling for the Witches of Ellsworth Street.

Their tax haven is starting to crumble and their cash cows have decided there are far better pastures than the weed-infested and dilapidated confines of the Academy for Psychic Studies compound in Berkeley.

It's now well-known that the two most eager and formally-loyal members of the official Academy staff were not only doing well with their respective hypnosis practices and healing consultations, they were also being squeezed hard by Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin to turn their heads and cough up enormous cuts of the revenue they earned without Angela and Robin investing one thin dime or offering even one moment of labor to help.

Of course, those of us who have seen Angela and Robin in action know they really like to make buckets of money by sitting in a comfy chair and intimidating their victims into "agreeing" to a business arrangement that profits only themselves, then adding even more threats and intimidation if the money hose starts to slow down.

The way Angela and Robin conduct their "business" practices is so much like the Mafia, I'm surprised there aren't hit men out for anyone who isn't paying those two a tribute.

That Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin (especially Angela) do all the mean, nasty and idiotic antics the can think of to instill fear and intimidate anyone who won't go along with their program of exploitation is legendary. Every person who has been involved with the Academy lately has felt they were giving more and more and more and getting less and less in return. Even those who were staunch supporters of the Witches of Ellsworth and those who have helped stir the cauldron were not spared.

Students read on their contract the Clairvoyant Training Program would last less than or about a year. Instead the CTP would extend from one year to two to five and up to a decade, depending on how much control you were under and for how long you can pay for it. After you realized you spent tens of thousands and wasted a decade you'll never get back... well, maybe you'll write a blog too.

People who found success on their own were pressured to give more and more of their earnings for the Witches' cauldron of evil. One person had a thriving business. His business thrived so much, he was compelled to give more and more and more of his earnings and profits to the Witches, who in return would give him, uh, well, I guess they really didn't give him anything. They did goad, cajole and finally threw a barrage of insults at him to not only make him cough up the Benjamins, they had him work for them for no pay as well.

The bishop's child had been keeping a horse on Angela and Robin's farm with Angela's permission and knowledge. When the bishop finally had enough and pulled the ripcord, Angela retaliated by demanding the horse be removed from her farm immediately or she would take it to auction where the animal would be sold and turned into dog food. She also threatened to liquidate all the horses kept there as well - that they would all wind up in a can of fido food didn't matter to Angela.

After over a week of hard work by the bishop's daughter, the horses were adopted and taken to good homes.

That wasn't enough for Angela. Once informed the horses were removed, Angela demanded she be paid any money realized from the sale of any animals. It didn't matter to her that most of the animals didn't belong to her, Angela wanted the money anyway.

Anything, anyone, any animal having even a slight association with Angela Silva will find him or herself having to fill Angela Silva's open palm for something, real or imagined - usually imagined. Angela does not accept credit cards and checks will be accepted only after your funds are verified. To her, whatever she sees, whatever she wants, whatever she believes she can get away with will be consumed and converted into cash to pay off her Macy's card.

When we hear people who succeed in their own businesses are compelled to pay out a big cut of their income to the Witches for no good reason besides "It's God's law." somehow, we never really questioned it. Oh, did I say "God's Law"? I meant "Bill Duby's Law". my bad....

But now we do question it. We question why the Witches think they can get away with it. We question how they can get away with it. I think there will be more people asking how and why shortly. Maybe they will be the last of the faithful or maybe it will be someone else.

Whoever they may be, those questions will have no concrete answers until the Witches are called to task and compelled to reply.

As the Witches and the Academy in general won't speak publicly about a damn thing anymore, there's really no way to see or hear what their positions on anything happen to be. However when it comes to reaching in your pocket for your lunch money, they have only one answer: because we can.

They can because their spiritual lover and founder of the Academy for Psychic Studies was a con man. He set up the con and they profited from it. He told them they were entitled to collect money from every follower in any amount and for any reason. He was the one who made them vow to put "business first" by collecting money and operating their warm and nourishing environments with the kind of ruthless pursuit of profit that would make Donald Trump proud. Kind of an odd mission for a non-profit church, don't you think?

I found it telling that the Witches complained their "business" began to drop off because of what is said in this blog. Again, complaining to a court that their non-profit church was "losing money" kind of takes the blush off of their position of being a warm and nourishing kindergarten of spiritual growth, doesn't it? It does characterize them as an organization that puts money first, kind of like BP ignoring the safety of their drilling operations because there's no money in being safe.

You have to wonder just how they see the purpose of their organization. Is their purpose to be warm and nourishing to those who seek solace and understanding or is it to warm and nourish two insatiable women who have sold out themselves, their children, their siblings and their very soul to achieve a position of power over those who are by and large good and decent people who are happy to serve and happy to give.

And you have to wonder why Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin would abuse that position for their own personal gain.

Oh, right... it's for the money. my bad...

Quick Hits: The Devil Always Sends a Woman - or Two

2012-01-31T21:51:00.000-08:00

During our imprisonment at the Academy for Psychic Studies we heard a hell of a lot of nutty and weird things from the leaders and their sycophants. One of them was "When all else fails, the Devil will send a woman."

When I heard it, it was spoken directly to me by the Academy's Bishop. It was in reference to a woman they didn't want me to have any association with. Unfortunately, it blew back on the fuckers as I wound up marrying that same woman.

Now think about that. "When all else fails, the Devil will send a WOMAN"?

Was that one of them or TWO of them?

I guess the devil was having a really bad day if he had to send both Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin to conduct shakedowns for payola and monetary tributes, lure children into their gingerbread house, demean and dehumanize the very people who they depend on to sustain their larcenous habits as well as make an effort (albeit a lazy one) to advance an agenda that was nothing more than pure self-enrichment.

I'd expect one of them would be sufficient to carry out a demonic agenda but since we are talking about Angela Silva (who God graced with a fourth-grade education and behavior to match) and Robin Dumolin (who has forever polluted the ecosystem by presenting the superficial and unsubstantiated crap she saw on Oprah as her own academic revelations), I guess the devil would need to use them both as neither are competent enough to sufficiently serve the devil by herself.

However, each of them is sufficiently EVIL to serve the devil all alone.

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At the end of our combat situation with the Witches of Ellsworth - the one where they lobbed a legal spitball and we answered with a legal bunker-buster, the Witches' attorney sent email indicating his clients would be willing to work out a settlement.

Of course, my gut-level, emotional reaction was "no fucking way". The Witches' attorney was having a very difficult time answering our Special Motion to Strike and Demurrer - so much trouble he was practically begging for a continuance so he can run around in circles for a few more weeks before asking for even more time. It was clear we had them on the run, in fear and unable to see how they could continue. It was also clear at that point their lawsuit against this blog was absolutely nothing more than an unsubstantiated claim of defamation (embarrassment, sure but embarrassment is not necessarily defamatory) and a transparent attempt to frighten me into closing down this blog using an illegal lawsuit we were sure to defeat. It was the Witches' temper tantrum gone way out of control and my emotions called on me to pursue the Witches as they have pursued all of us - ruthlessly, relentlessly and without mercy.

Fortunately, I realized my base emotional reaction to kick 'em while they're down was nothing more than the kind of emotional tantrum the Witches of Ellsworth Street displayed time and time again to dominate and control the men, women, young men, young women, husbands and wives who were unlucky enough to be in sight of them and that they were convenient targets for the Witches' to degrade someone with a semblance of self-esteem. Children were spared as they were needed to deliver degrading messages to the Witches' victims.

That revelation was the main reason I agreed to, in fact relished, a settlement. With our agreement to their offer of settlement, we can show who really had the upper hand and who was showing restraint, mercy, objectivity and true neutrality.

While we were working out the settlement, I made an offer (one that was probably insane on my part but I thought generous) to keep a permanent link on every page that points to an Academy for Psychic Studies response to this blog. The response itself would reside on the Academy's server but this link would allow the Academy to control the presentation, amend the content as needed and give them more prominence than they were expecting (or deserved). Essentially, I was offering more freedom than they would have had otherwise and gave them the chance to create a more benevolent image for themselves.

Of course, the Witches responded with an insult. They wanted to have the opportunity to post on my blog themselves (and that is something they could always have done - they didn't need a lawsuit to get it) and were too dumb and too bound to the emotions of anger and fear of exposure and their minds clouded with the hormones of stress that remained after their monthly three-week religious retreats to the spa. So I just let them have their way, knowing the things they asked for were things that would work against them sooner or later.

As it turned out, the Academy's ~~head~~ only remaining goon posted their response as a comment on the only page he could find and there it sat unnoticed. Because as I was at full liberty to continue posting, the Academy's response was lost - buried behind all the articles I couldn't post until we spanked them out of their tantrum.

The settlement allowed the Academy for Psychic Studies to post their lame response to whatever it is they were upset about (mainly that they couldn't read well enough to notice I was asking them to make a direct response well before they filed suit) and gave me the opportunity to go back to court to obtain an order declaring me the prevailing party to the suit and awarding me my legal expenses.

I did. I got it. Per the Superior Court of the State of California, I AM the prevailing party and the Witches HAVE been forced to pay my legal costs.

Thinking back, wasn't one of the principles of the Academy to begin no action unless you were in a "neutral space"? Weren't the Witches and the psychotic founder fond of pointing out how someone's actions were motivated by no more than the need to fulfill an emotional need or were driven by an unnecessary and unproductive emotional reason? Weren't we warned actions borne from emotion were doomed to failure?

Why then would the Witches of Ellsworth Street initiate an ultimately ruinous act because they were enraged at one individual for talking about their idiot practices and afraid of what might happen when anyone finds out about them? Why was it the Witches were continually motivated by how they feel and expressed as much hate, fear, vengeance and larcenous activity as a villain in a space epic?

As usual, the rules imposed on you, me and all the rest of the wretched followers of the Academy for Psychic Studies were never intended to apply to the psychotic founder or especially to the Witches.

It kind of puts the Witches emotional outburst in the legal system in a whole different light, doesn't it?

Academy for Psychic Studies - So Stupid, It's Amazing

2012-01-30T22:01:00.000-08:00

Robin Dumolin has added business genius

to her legal genius and

scholarly intellectual accomplishments.

A Quick One Today:

I was noodling around the interweb for something called "blowing roses". Yeah, I know you were expecting me to search for some other kind of blowing but you'll have to take my word for it this time.

I landed in the United States Patent and Trademark Office which has registered a trademark for "Blowing Roses" by none other than Robin Dumolin, who was working on behalf of the Spiritual Rights Foundation.

Here is what was registered at the USPTO:

Click to Enlarge

if you have a strong stomach...

Yep, it's that infamous VHS video we foisted on an unsuspecting public and we were coerced into buying so the leaders can perpetuate our nightmare of mind control at home as well as behind the prison walls of the Academy for Psychic Studies.

Now as with all media, the VHS video "Blowing Roses" had its days of fame. Unfortunately it was longer than I would have liked. Fortunately, as the old VHS stand-by began to give way to the DVD revolution, "Blowing Roses" had a hard time making the transition to digital. In fact, I don't recall ever seeing "Blowing Roses" ever in a DVD case. If you look at the "Health and Wealth" e-commerce site, you won't find it there either.

"Blowing Roses" had its heyday up until the early 2000's when sales fell as DVD became the format of choice and people were letting their VHS decks start gathering dust. That's about the time "Blowing Roses" began gathering dust as well. By 2003, "Blowing Roses" had blown through it's run and was no longer desired by consumers.

So when I spotted this record at the USPTO, I knew I had to laugh. I just wasn't sure for how long:

Go Ahead, Click to Enlarge.

You know you want to.

I had to blink several times before I could believe Robin Dumolin, business genius, intellectual superpower, psychic-ly gifted clairvoyant and incomparable expert on legal matters did something so fucking stupid, stupidity would have to be re-defined to accommodate her inexplicable action.

In the year 2003, Robin Dumolin paid $600 to renew a trademark on a product they were not selling.

Yep, you got it right. Robin Dumolin paid $600 to protect a trademark on a product that they not only sold so few of, paying for a trademark registration was not worth the time or money when they did it the first time, she compounded that idiot move by paying even more to renew the trademark when the product was essentially dead.

Now in 2003, there was a long-standing international agreement called the "Berne Convention" which gave products like "Blowing Roses" copyright protection for free. If you wanted US copyright protection, you'd fill out a simple form and pay about $25 for 35 or so years of protection. Trademarks are generally used for products that are established as a market leader or that have such a long product lifetime you can create related products to complement your original one. Why Robin Dumolin decided to pry $600 from the grip of her gnarled fingers when she could have protected the video and the title "Blowing Roses" for free boggles the mind. However, she did it.

In case you need more proof, take a look at the declaration of use letter Robin Dumolin signed in 2003:

You Gotta Click This!

Those dot-matrix numbers on the declaration that looks like the cash register receipt you get from the supermarket is pretty much a receipt from the USPTO for $600 and it is dated as of 2003 - when there was no one buying the original VHS version of "Blowing Roses" and the resident video and computer experts at the Academy could find no way to convert it to DVD (I know this as I spoke with the guy trying to do it; yes I did know how to do it at the time and no I wasn't about to give the guy any of my help).

Besides, by 2003, the "Health and Wealth" line of products were so dated and unattractive, the public had little interest in them. A sale was a rarity and some of the items were being hawked on Ebay for idiotic prices that couldn't even cover the cost of listing.

Paying $600 for eight years of trademark protection when you don't have a product to sell and no one was buying it anyway is either pure clairvoyant genius or the action of a drooling idiot.

I'll be sending Robin a bucket to hang under her chin.

Now I am sure you are asking why would I or anyone rub the face of saintly and benevolent Robin Dumolin in the mess she made. Revenge? Vengeance (which I guess is the same damn thing) or maybe it's the deep, unhealed psychic wounds inflicted by an uncaring and ignorant world on my spirit and body.

Hell no! When was it that Robin Dumolin, Angela Silva or Bill Duby ever let even an minor inconsequential error on anyone's part go unnoticed, unpunished and un-excoriated in public? Considering all the public floggings and waterboardings we witnessed over the years, I think we all know the answer.

So this exposure of the idiotic, reckless and brain-dead actions of Robin Dumolin can't possibly be vengeance.

It's justice.

Academy for Psychic Studies - Piling it Higher and Deeper

2012-01-29T15:25:00.000-08:00

As there are no more culties to work at the Blue Sky Ranch,

Robin Dumolin and her friend are forced to work it themselves.
And it looks like Robin dragged a follower's child along

to shovel the stuff she's full of.

Looking back at my internment at the Academy for Psychic Studies, it amazes me how much unmitigated BULLSHIT flowed from the mouths of Rev. William Duby, Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin. It was equally amazing (again, looking back) how they were able to use deception and idiotic and unprovable crap to make both Bill Duby and the Witches of Ellsworth Street look not only holy and on a spiritually elevated plane of existence, they were utterly unabashed about amplifying an event to cement their grip on power and on the minds of their followers.

I recalled the event where Rev. Bill Duby supposedly survived a serious bout with Type II diabetes. Our information was Mr. Duby drank some kind of herbal health remedy which triggered a massive diabetic incident requiring serious medical care. It was also said this incident was among the worst in medical history - which would result in death for a person less enlightened and less able than Bill to handle the severe energy of illness.

That no one ever saw the man in the hospital or saw his health records, nor had they seen any evidence of him being seriously ill (the bottle of medicine to treat diabetes sitting on Bill's desk does NOT indicate Bill's condition was serious) was never ever discussed. That the Witches and Bill were the only source of the story was never brought up for question. We just took it for granted that Bill was indeed as ill as he said - just like we all took it for granted Bill was a chihuahua expert (which one commenter still believes).

Bill's claim - and SRF lore, has Bill claiming his blood glucose levels were well over 2000 mg/dl, the highest ever seen by the medical staff and it was only Bill's spiritual strength that allowed him the chance to survive it.

Bill first claimed he was suffering from Type 1 diabetes - the insulin dependent type. However, I never saw him with insulin and syringes. He took pills. Now, I know a few people who have Type 1 diabetes. They never go anywhere without insulin. One of them had a insulin pump implanted in her abdomen. I know - I saw it frequently. Don't ask how I saw it or what I did with it. Later, he seemed to modify his claim saying he actually has Type 2 (non-insulin dependent) diabetes for which he only has to take pills. I know that as well, as he kept repeating Type 2 diabetes to me like a mantra.

It's utterly impossible to have Type 1 diabetes then abruptly have Type 2 diabetes as those conditions have completely different causes (genetics and environmental trigger vs. eating crap food and not exercising) and come from different processes in the body (you can't make insulin vs. you are eating so much crap, your body can't process and detoxify it). As there was intense secrecy over Bill's condition, there's no way of knowing what that crazy bastard really had.

While it is possible in theory to have a blood glucose level of over 2000, there's just no way anyone can verify Bill's levels were that high or if he took the actual level and edited it to serve his own purposes. That secrecy thing still floated in the air. If you asked a question, you would be pummeled until you were no more than a grease spot. I personally believe, based on his habit of telling tall tales, Bill's blood sugar wasn't quite that high - but it was probably pretty damn high anyway.

The actual blood sugar level aside, that Bill amplified his health situation and exploited it to consolidate power and influence over his captive flock leaves a stench over the whole incident.

Recall the atmosphere at the Academy for Psychic Studies at the time. People were running around in circles, convinced there was some kind of psychic attack on Duby, the Witches and the Golden Child. Energy work abounded. All followers, newer ones and veterans of the abuse alike were scrutinized for any dark energy and poor attitudes towards the Academy and all it stood for. Those who were seen as dark servants of evil were immediately singled out.

Now look at the aftermath: the troops were rallied, alliances were formed, loyalties were tested, those with the dark energy of evil were not only singled out, there were stripped bare and drawn and quartered in front of the gathered followers so their disease wouldn't contaminate the premises.

A global energy clean-out was prescribed. All those affiliated with the Academy were cleaned out - of money as well as energy. So, I guess that's the real reason the troops were mustered.

Anyway after Bill was released from wherever he was hiding out, he diagnosed everyone with diabetes. To anyone's knowledge, no one actually had diabetes.

That didn't stop Bill from insisting everyone in his line of sight march directly to a physician for a blood glucose test whether they needed it or not. Bill proclaimed those who were identified as holding dark energy be marginalized and immediately transported to the local emergency room for a blood test that could have been easily done at a routine physical. Concerned followers purchased tests, special diets, herbal remedies and other useless items to control a condition they never had. All in all, thousands of dollars were wasted for the quack remedies and unneeded medical expenses.

After Bill completed his grand rounds and diagnosed everyone he saw with diabetes, he approached me as I was chugging some water on a warm day. Bill said thirst was a sign of diabetes and asked what my blood sugar looked like. My reply: I just got a physical with a complete blood work-up. All my blood chemistry is completely within normal range. The look of disappointment on his face was unforgettable.

I guess his days as a diabetes doc were numbered after that. There was no talk of diabetes ever again.

By then, Bill's perverted objective was reached and the damage done: wives were convinced their husbands were suffering from diabetes and were ascribing all manner of character flaws and personality disorders to not just their husbands but all men they encounter due to diabetes. Even when physicians and laboratory results proved no medical problems, Bill and all the Academy women persisted in their assertion the men were stricken with diabetes and the odd and annoying behavior only they saw was the result of said disease. Bill had succeeded in creating so much tension in relationships and among the followers using his own disease as a conduit, his grip on their reality and his Witches' grip on the followers money was assured.

Just like the chihuahua craze where Bill positioned himself as an expert on a topic he barely knew, he used the opportunity to press forward a secret and perverted agenda using another topic he knew not a damn thing about. Rev. William Duby amplified and perverted a personal situation to reinforce his evil control over this followers and cemented his Witches' stranglehold on the assets and influence of the followers.

But that was all done in the guise of spiritual enlightenment and his dubious psychic prowess in identifying the energies that ruled our bodies.

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Courtesy of Spiritual Perversion, here is a short account of the weekend Bill realized he had diabetes and found a way to stay out of sight and create havoc on what was said to be a weekend of trance and relaxation:

Everyone wanted to get out of there, but when all the beginning people had left, Ang called an emergency ministers meeting. We were commanded to attend. Ang admonished all the ministers for falling apart and being too dependent on Rev. Bill and not upholding the teaching without him. During the meeting we found out Rev. Bill had had a diabetic convulsion when he drank a bottle of some kind of new age cough medicine concoction Robin had made for him.

Ang said in severe tones, “His blood sugar count was up to almost 2000, which was the highest the nurses had ever seen. The doctor said he should have died with blood sugar that high. He didn’t die because his body can handle so much energy and because he has so much psychic power. As psychics we have to be aware of the energy on the planet. The planet is going through a transition, or in other wards, a growth period. Rev. Bill was under intense psychic attack from the astral planes. All weekend Robin and I were working on healing the planet, and healing Rev. Bill. The dark forces that can’t have it were trying to destroy Rev. Bill because he is one of a few enlightened people on the planet. You ministers let the dark forces run rampant through your spaces, competing with each other, backbiting and whatever.

“Mason, I don’t want you to ever talk to the women the way you did during the retreat in this house. We have to bond together now and show greater dedication to Rev. Bill and the teaching if we are going to survive. Those of you who can’t have it can leave. Rev. Bill is under a great deal of stress and has suffered. For now on I don’t want anyone coming to him when he is trying to relax at the computer upstairs. His room upstairs is his sacred space and you have to show him total respect. You women don’t be going to him to solve your little problems. You know how he just gets set off.”

It was clear Rev. Bill had coached her on much of what to say. Later Rev. Bill told us the same thing, except in his more intense and detailed way. After he had berated all of us in class, he called Mason to his back apartment to talk. Mason was very tense and on guard. He tried to stay on his best behavior because he knew he was the bad guy. Rev. Bill started speaking to him from his bed in buddy mode about diabetes and how Mason was exhibiting many of the systems of it. Rev. Bill said that Annie agreed with him and had confirmed that Mason showed many of the symptoms. Mason said that he felt tired and worn out but he didn’t think he had diabetes. Rev. Bill became very intense and began to rip into Mason for his inability to “hear him” and for his disrespect for women and the teaching.

“You are going to lose everything including your soul if you don’t listen to me on this one.” Rev. Bill told him. “You need to go the hospital to get checked out for diabetes.” Mason disagreed and tried to leave the room. Rev. Bill went into a fury, and some of us saw them as Bill followed Mason out onto the porch. We saw Rev. Bill yelling and Mason throwing his hands up, angry and resistant.

This was the beginning of the end for Mason. Rev. Bill characterized him as a full-on Judas. Rev. Ang confided in me—and others, one at a time—that she hated Mason because he was causing Rev. Bill a lot of stress, which was partly the cause of Bill’s diabetes. We all agreed with Ang. We felt Mason deserved to be shunned for his “selfishness and disrespect” and for “delighting in entertaining dark forces.”

Rev. Bill went on a crusade about diabetes. He taught us all about the symptoms of it and how most of us had them. He had everyone checking their blood sugar counts every day. At his suggestion, several people bought little diabetes kits to test their blood sugar. This all seemed a little weird, even pathetic, but as usual we were all eager to please him. He even started a cafe downstairs that served a properly balanced meal that the hospital recommended for Rev. Bill. Rev. Bill said he had Type 1 diabetes and the rest of us were borderline Type 2. I wanted to laugh at it all, but I needed to show my support too.

The day after he came back Rev. Bill asked me how I felt and I told him I felt tired and out of sorts. He sat down and took time to talk to me about all the symptoms of diabetes. Rev. Robin came in and sweetly reminded me that I had promised to fix her kitchen sink, so I left to work on it. As I worked on her sink, Robin kept zipping back and forth walking in her swift, focused manner. I loved it when she stopped in the kitchen for a time and talked to me. The friendly attention from an attractive woman did me wonders. After a while Rev. Bill came in and again gave me special attention, even confiding to me about how it was in the hospital for him. He said I had several of the symptoms the doctor had talked about such as being tired, pissing a lot, blurry vision, and so on. He told me that I could spend the night at the Academy for a few more nights to be in the healing energy. I didn’t particularly want to do this, but it seemed like a warm and approving gesture on his part, so I did.

The next day he came in and asked me how I was doing in a friendly manner. I told him I felt tired. He said, “God I feel this weird pain in my chest and my first chakra. Have you felt that? What is that energy?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I‘ve been kinda feeling that too.”

He ran through the diabetes symptoms and claimed I had at least half of them. I acted concerned, as it seemed very important to him. He insisted that the best way to cure oneself was to get hooked up to the IV units at the hospital. I told him I didn’t think that was necessary, that I was basically okay. He kept pressing the point. He said I could stay at the Academy a couple of more days till I felt better. I really didn’t want to do this.

Both Linda came Bill became more intense in their insistence that I needed to go to the hospital and get checked out. When Rev. Bill said, “Linda, you really need to take care of this man; his ego is getting in the he way of common sense,” Linda jumped on the bandwagon, demonstrating great concern, and they both kept up the pressure. I objected saying it wasn’t necessary and the hospital would end up sending a big bill. I knew Linda agreed with this because she was always freaked out about money. But Rev. Bill said, “Money means nothing when it comes to your health, and besides, hospital bills are the last thing creditors go after. You guys have no havingness. You don’t believe I’m clairvoyant.”

I felt horrible, but I finally agreed to go. Linda took me.

Over the next week Rev. Bill kept up the pressure on me, and we went to three different hospitals. I seemed to have been chosen as some sort of guinea pig in his mind, although he was doing the same thing with the others. He coached me, in the presence of Ang, Linda, or Robin, on the right way to talk to the hospital staff so they would be concerned enough to hook me up to the IV. Linda took me each time, but the results of the blood sugar tests were always normal. The last time they actually took me in, but the doctor found no basis for hooking me up to the IV, and I couldn’t persuade him to do so. This was such a horrible waste of time and money, and I felt wasted.

When we came back from the third hospital, Rev. Bill said, “You almost had it. Why can’t you just fake being sick, Steve? You need to be more convincing to get in there. You need this, but your ego just won’t let you get into it. Show him how to do it, Ang. You can’t acknowledge how sick you are and show it for the same reason you can’t go into trance—you have to be in control. To go into trance you have to be able to give up control. I’ve told you that a thousand times, but you can’t learn. You got your family in your head. Your brain stem is shot.” He became very heated and kept trying to get me to practice faking it. At this point I simply refused. It reminded me of being in my parents’ room one time as a child when they were trying unsuccessfully to get me to emote what my problem was; I felt too shamed, guilty, and embarrassed to do anything. I knew what he was trying to get me to do was absurd; I knew that even Linda didn’t want to go to another hospital with me, though she wouldn’t say anything.

Rev. Ang, Linda, and Robin were in the basement room while Rev. Bill kept working on me hour after hour. When Rev. Bill went to take a piss, Ang took me outside and said, “Steve, can’t you see this man is very stressed out? Can’t you just go along with this for his sake?”

“Ang, I am not sick. The tests are okay, it’s not necessary, and it’s a waste of money.”

She said, completely sincere, “Why don’t you just pretend to be sick to take the stress off this man?”

“That’s ridiculous!” This was so absurd I laughed. It was so unfair. I was fascinated by her blindness. She just got mad at me. She had meant it and refused to see anything wrong with what she said. In that moment I mentally shifted further away from her and all of them. I told them I wasn’t going to the hospital anymore, and that I was going to go home now.

They all got upset, but I took off and walked the two miles back to my apartment in the middle of the night, leaving the car with Linda. The next day at Rev. Bill’s behest I got word from Ang through Linda that I was being taken off of everything. They said I was too stressed out and my ego was out of control. For two weeks they said I should just stay at the Russell Street property and not go off it. I was supposed to just rest; I was not to go to work at Liberty, not to go to Santa Clara, not play basketball, not go to the movies, not go anywhere. Linda would take care of Santa Clara and make sure I had food; Don would take care of Liberty.

This was a sad, depressing, lonely time. My life was a nightmare. I couldn’t let them do these things to me, but it was all set in motion. I wanted to work and see people. That’s what kept me sane. I sensed the stupidity, humiliation, and insanity of my life, but it was excruciatingly painful to face it. I was devastated, lonely, and lost. I got away a few times to play basketball, take a walk, or get something to eat.

I slept a lot during this time when I was supposed to stay on Russell Street. One night I had an awful nightmare that repeated itself with variations. I dreamed I was captured by enemies. I was an officer being held in an underground place by three men, and at first it seemed I was going to be let go. But when I woke up from sleeping in my dream, I found myself bound up. They had wrapped my whole body in large bandages that were very tight. I was terrified. The wrappings over my face made it difficult to breathe. I could get air only slowly and with much effort. I painfully needed air, and I panicked. What was worse, the bands around my chest didn’t allow my chest to expand far enough to take in hardly any air. I couldn’t get enough air to satisfy my body. My arms and legs were wrapped so I couldn’t move them. It was maddening to not be able to breathe. I was suffocating and felt like going insane with rage toward my captors. I was enraged at the humiliation of my helpless situation. I wanted to struggle against my wrappings and my captors, but this caused intense pain, so then I pretended I was okay. I couldn’t breathe. My only recourse was to be very still, but I felt a horrifying humiliation of being faceless, as if my identity were being erased. I woke up from this dream in a fog. It caused a tired ache in my head that lasted a long time.

After two weeks I was allowed to go back to work for Liberty and to my Academy in Santa Clara. I felt tired than before.

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The whole diabetes episode, once exposed, amply displays the insane control exerted by Bill Duby, the complicity engaged in by his Witches and the unwitting enablement conducted by the followers (especially the wives).

Bill was so insane and so ignorant of a topic he believed he knew expertly, he attempted to manipulate Steve Sanchez into "faking" the results of a lab test as if Steve were taking the DMV driving test. Worse, Angela Silva was complicit in Bill's insane demand and worked to push Steve into a waste of time and money that could have adversely affected his health - an unneeded treatment for a diabetic crisis. Even worse, they pressured Steve's wife to go along and ensure he went with the program. The situation is more than a shocking use of undue influence: that Steve could just talk a physician into an unnecessary treatment for a condition that didn't exist was just plain stupid and potentially dangerous.

Any physician who ordered a treatment for a diabetic emergency when no such condition exists is conducting malpractice, plain and simple. That's not my ego talking, it's common sense and one of the legal standards for determining malpractice. Even if the physician "hooked up" a bag of IV saline to Steve, he had no good reason to do it. Would you want to have a doc like that in practice?

Further, what would you think of a "minister" and his spiritual wife who coerces someone into a unneeded medical treatment only because they want him to do it?

Yeah, I thought so.

The Academy for Psychic Studies - Whatever you call it, it's still a cult.

2012-01-29T13:45:00.000-08:00

I guess David Berg is helping her

do her monthly cancer check.

Rev. William Duby would always diffuse the claim his cult was actually a cult. Bill would make plays on the word "occult" (spelling the word "oc-cult") or using the Webster's Dictionary or an arcane historical definition of what a cult happens to be.

Bill would frequently say (even in print!) he didn't care if anyone called his cult a "cult" because everyone is already in a cult. He would define families, schools, places of employment - all the things we participate in every day as a "cult". Even his attorney would parrot the claim that everything else is a cult as well. Of course, neither Bill nor his attorney would ever directly answer whether or not the Spiritual Rights Foundation and it's subsidiary the Academy for Psychic Studies was a "cult" or not.

Bill took extraordinary steps to deflect and re-direct any inquiry into whether he was a cult leader or not, never answering yes but never saying no either.

I know there are many idiots who rely on that same technique to dispute claims that one group or another is a cult or not. They are either too deluded to see that Webster's only defines words in the context of general language usage or they have a purpose to deflect attention from the modern, accepted definition of "cult".

People like William Duby and others like him have a stake saying a cult is no big deal. He would frequently say he never set up a cult - he set up an anti-cult because it has radically different practices than the cults of our families, schools, workplaces, places of worship, supermarket or dance hall. He would tell us his cult was a better cult because it's not like any other cult - but it's not really a cult.

In fact, many "cults" say the same, then turn around and sue for defamation when anyone calls them a cult. Certainly, the Spiritual Rights Foundation filed a lawsuit claiming they were offended that I call them a "cult" and that it's not true anyway. However, their attorney was quoted in print saying "To a person, anything can be called a cult." essentially throwing a bucked of dishwater on their complaint. Bill Duby's incoherent ramblings saying he's got a cult because every other group is a cult anyway and it's kind of not but really is a cult just nailed that coffin shut.

So, I decided we should take a look at what makes a cult and how modern social science defines a cult.

That definition is, of course, very different from what you'd find in Webster's. So all you social science wannabe's who are going to cry out I don't know what the hell I'm talking about when you read the below, keep in mind that I have an education in Sociology. That's the study of groups. A cult is a group. Therefore, it's OK for Sociology to define a cult. You can ask the professional Sociologists (especially those who study cults) about it if you want. Clue: Sociologists are found in Universities. Those are schools. You know, those places you don't like anymore because they make you think and it makes your brain hurt - you fucking SRF troll.

Unfortunately, those culties who really need to read that above paragraph will ever understand what we all do: that there IS a definition of a CULT and that definition is well accepted and is under continually under review.

And those of us with experience with groups of this kind can tell we have seen and have been affected by the characteristics for a long, long time.

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Marcia Rudin's 14 Common Characteristics of a Cult

Members swear total allegiance to an all-powerful leader who they believe to be the Messiah.
Rational thought is discouraged or forbidden.
The cult's recruitment techniques are often deceptive.
The cult weakens the follower psychologically by making him or her depend upon the group to solve his or her problems.
The cult manipulates guilt to their advantage.
The cult leader makes all the career and life decision of the members.
Cults exist only for their own material survival and make false promises to work to improve society.
Cult members often work full time for the group for little or no pay.
Cult members are isolated from the outside world and any reality testing it could provide.
Cults are anti-woman, anti-child, and anti-family.
Cults are apocalyptic and believe themselves to be the remnant who will survive the soon-approaching end of the world.
Many cults follow an "ends justify the means" philosophy.
Cults, particularly in regard to their finances, are shrouded in secrecy.
There is frequently an aura of or potential for violence around cults.

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How do those criteria map onto your experience at the Spiritual Rights Foundation?

Didn't we have to acknowledge Bill Duby and Angela Silva as spiritually perfect beings?
Didn't we have to sign bogus documents swearing we wouldn't disclose what happened to us?
Wasn't Bill Duby's supporters fond of reciting his Duby-ous achievements?
Weren't we told we had to turn off the "critical factor of our conscious mind"?
Weren't we told to "get out of your head" and accept the teaching?
How many of us were led to believe we would find something completely different from what we were given?
Weren't we all dependent on their "healings", their recognition? Weren't many of us dependant on their rat-bag housing? Didn't we hear that we were part of an elite spiritual community? Weren't we dependant on that "support" system for our daily life?
Weren't we tricked into accepting that the holy leaders of this dysfunctional and worthless organization knew how to run our lives better than we did?
How many of us were taunted with "don't you want to give to your church"?
How often was "the envelope" passed around whenever a group of people were assembled?
How did you feel if you didn't give "your share"? What was that song they sang every church service? Wasn't there a line about how you should not "renege a bit on what you ought to pay"? How did that feel? Were you feeling as guilty as the rest of us?
How many men were messengers or construction laborers? How many women were housecleaners?
How often did Bill say the men "went into 'business' for themselves and the women cleaned houses"? How many of us had our careers go down the tubes?
Didn't the leaders live in comfort and drive luxury cars while we had crappy cars and sweated out the end of the month, hoping we could eat?
Did anyone get paid for working on "the farm" or creating materials for "Health and Wealth"?
Wasn't news from the world interpreted for us?
Didn't Bill give us the "enlightened" view of the world?
Weren't the faithful few cloistered behind wrought iron fences?
How many of us lost our spouses, children and had our family ties destroyed?
How many women were cursed at, insulted, demeaned, abused? How many of the children? How many of the men? Who's family came first? Certainly not yours.
Didn't Bill Duby tell us we are working on ourselves for the "next world" not this one?
How many of Bill and Angela's insane tactics were truly for the benefit of their followers and the world?
Did anyone know how much money came in? How much went out?
What happened to the rest of it? Where is the money we lost there? How much money is in the leader's real estate holdings and how much money went into providing a comfortable lifestyle for the leader's family? No one but the leaders know.
When one of the SRF members says on the radio that he was more than tempted to come down to my home to "deliver a healing", how much potential for violence would there be?
How about "Santa"?
Given Santa's behavior, given how aggressive he was with his child and other members, given that firearms are present among the cult members, what conclusion would you have?

I don't know. Maybe this is a helpful, beneficial and benign spiritual organization. So maybe it's not a cult.

If you believe that, you may be a current cult member. If you are not, I have a bridge to sell you.

But if you do believe that the Spiritual Rights Foundation is a cult, just take a look at their "American Spirit Newspaper" of the inspired writing of Rev. Bill Duby. It's on the web right there on their site.

You'll find plenty of data there and plenty of support that even the Spiritual Rights Foundation has to believe it is a cult as well.

It's a planet for slow learners

2012-01-28T15:56:00.000-08:00

Crap! Wrong Picture!

This is the one I really wanted. Doggone this interweb thing...

Actually, I guess the first one wasn't so bad after all.

It's a planet for slow learners.

It's another one of those endearing homilies we heard at the Spritual Rights Foundation almost every day. We never heard what it meant - that was said to be evident. We did wind up hearing it a lot.

I never recalled seeing any examples of what constitutes slow learning. Well maybe when I reflect on the wasted years I spent there. I did see a recent example, though: I'm reading the absurd cease and desist letter sent us by the Spiritual Rights Foundation.

First, since the SRF attorney, William J. (Will) Rogers, filed this letter in Superior Court as part of an idiotic libel complaint, it is public record. I and every other American are free to post, read, email, copy, print or use it to wipe up cat vomit.

Second, you'll see how low these people will stoop to silence the people's side of the story.

Third, in case you are afraid this letter caused this blog to close or become restricted in its activities, I can tell you: the cease and desist letter FAILED, the lawsuit filed by the Spiritual Rights Foundation FAILED, the plaintiffs were legally declared FAILURES and said plaintiffs were forced by the Superior Court to pay money to ME. The court also declared ME as the prevailing party.

Now, on with the - uh, well, here's the letter:

His first paragraph is:
"The defamatory statements are numerous and wide-spread throughout your media. Your frequent and blatant references to SRF and ISHI as cults are actionable as libel. Your statements that Rev. Robin and Rev. Angela "scheme" to take money and property from church members, and that they "enrich" themselves from church funds, and that they are "continuing [Rev. Bill Duby's ] legacy of insanity and unrestrained hate", are false, offensive, and constitute libel."

The term "cult" was one that the SRF CULT brushed aside long ago. Here is a quote from the guy who wrote the above:

Petaluma attorney Will Rogers, who represents the Spiritual Rights Foundation, argues that according to the dictionary definition, any organized mainstream religion could be called a cult. "To one person," Rogers says, "the Catholic Church can be considered a cult." -- East Bay Express, "Consider the Children" By Will Harper, October 10, 2001

So, the guy who wrote that it is libel to say SRF is a CULT, is on record saying: Who gives a damn if you call SRF a CULT? So's the Catholic Church!

Libel is the action someone can take if a person tells a lie in writing. There's a lot more to it but that's it in a nutshell. We know that Robin and Angela don't have jobs. We know that the church is paying them a stipend. That, I don't have a problem with. I do know that as soon as someone gets a little bit of gain in their life, Angela and Robin have their hands out.

As soon as she was sure I would receive a modest inheritance, Angela reinforced the concept of the tithe. After I was gone, she ranted and raved that I left because I wouldn't tithe my inheritance to the church. I didn't tithe because I had serious doubts about what the money would be used for. It certainly would not be spent on me.

Instead, I saw lots of money going into church operations that had little to do with serving the church itself. Operations like the venerated Blue Sky Ranch.

We thought this ranch was "the people's place". A place for relaxation, meditation and recreation. Instead, we were told we were not welcome at the Blue Sky Ranch unless we were working or paying. Isn't that an unusual policy for "the people's place"?

I later discovered the Blue Sky Ranch - always represented as church property, was titled to Robin and Angela in the Contra Costa County Clerk-Recorder's office. Many members of SRF, myself included, donated money to SRF for the purchase of the property and for maintenance. That money was paid to SRF, then tendered to someone to fund supplies and operations on a property Robin and Angela own. In fact, we donated money to SRF to support the purchase of the Blue Sky Ranch thinking it always was a church property.

I'm not the only one shocked and disgusted by that revelation. Everyone who heard it felt the same. I'm just the first to say it out loud.

Bill said to me several times that the church helped him attain personal prosperity and prosperity for Robin and Angela as evidenced by the nice vehicles they drive and their ability to buy anything they want. Bill bragged about having his women well taken care of financially. He told us we men were responsible for maintaining our woman's standard of living, which he demonstrated by showering his women with praise and riches.

Now, how in hell do you create that kind of wealth on a preacher's pay? And if you did, where did the money come from? The Lottery?

Do those two "scheme" to take property. Well, yes. Blue Sky Ranch. The Kawahara Residence.

Angela Silva said to the gathered ministers: "Goddamn Kawahara doesn't want to tithe (his inheritance to the church)". A yearly ten percent tithe to SRF (over which Angela presides) would bankrupt me in a short time. And as SRF conducts no charitable activity nor does it endow any members in long, dedicated service with stipends, I had a serious problem seeing Angela drive a Cadillac and own real estate while the rest of us bounced along in clunkers and swept cockroaches out of our SRF-owned apartments.

It's my money and I'll decide if I want to spend it on my wife and family or see it go to another luxury car for Robin or Angela. I chose family. Angela's outburst in front of the ministers shows clearly who she favored.

I know of others who lost property. And it's not just real estate. It's cash and other items given as a tithe. If could purchase land, own luxury cars and buy anything you want, travel as much as you desire and have no concern for your retirement and future while not working a day of your life, wouldn't your neighbors wonder how in hell you can do that?

As far as the unrestrained hate and so on, the snarl on Angela's face when she said to me "Sell that goddamn house!" was enough for me. Could you picture her face as she denounced me in front of the ministers? No one receives more hate than a person who doesn't give Angela money.

Others relate several times when Angela, Robin and even Debi railed with emotion so high it reminded them of the insane anger expressed by Bill Duby himself. The Revelations Class students faced the brunt of that behavior then and continue to this day.

Unrestrained hate is their way of healing, you know. And if you object: well, you are just projecting you own spiritual shortcomings on the pure and humble servant of the church spitting in your face.

False? Not when several people have told me all the things I relate in this blog. Not when my sources are from print or court cases involving SRF. And especially not when my sources are ex-members hungering for the chance to come forward without repercussions.

Libelous? Not a chance.

Offensive? Well, I'd be offended if my ill-gotten gains were threatened and the fresh young spirits I need to grow and sustain my dysfunctional organization never make it to my doorstep.

Besides, the First Amendment protects content a lot of people will find offensive. I mean, Jerry Springer is still on the air, isn't he?

Second Paragraph:
"The YouTube videos, some with pictures of Rev. Debi, are clearly intended to destroy Rev. Debi's reputation and business as a hypnotherapist. The references to Rev. Debi's daughters demonstrate a reckless disregard for the rights of others, as well as a disregard of common decency."

You know, I always wondered why Angela, Robin and Debi, demonstrated a reckless disregard of others or eschewed any semblance of common decency when they degrade, insult, ridicule, browbeat and otherwise berate the members of SRF and in some cases, their own life partners for imaginary and inconsequential infractions.

Maybe I should have some compassion for them. Perhaps I should understand their total lack of human decency and disregard for the rights of others are a product of emotional abuse, mind control from the evil influence of a madman. Perhaps their behavior is mere projection, or a result of receiving a vaccine as a child or watching too much Oprah?

Aww screw it. When was their own compassion any more than superficial? When was their own human decency any more than you would find in a crack house? When did you ever see them operate without a quid pro quo?

When they have to face the consequences and take their medicine, their bluster becomes silence. Their bravado turns to fear. Their inviolability reveals chinks in the armor. They become a giant with clay feet.

Debi was not at all bashful when KRON came to shoot a pleasant, breezy segment on her World Hypnosis Day. But come back and ask her about Steve Sanchez's book "Spiritual Perversion" or raise questions about how she conducts her hypnosis practice (as KRON did), she suddenly becomes camera shy.

And if a humorous YouTube video contains a picture of Debi Livingston-Boushey (the same picture Debi uses in her self-promotion materials and on the web) Debi is aghast.

Maybe she had a bad hair day when that picture was taken.

As for the intent to destroy the ISHI and Debi Livingston-Boushey "business" - when is providing information to an otherwise unsuspecting public, speaking out truthfully about your own experience and those of many others unlawful, indecent and libelous?

Apparently, it is to the squeaky hamster wheel in the noggins of Angela, Robin and Debi.

I guess they concocted their scheme while reading "Consumer Reports".

In Joy's blogs, there were no direct references to Debi's daughters, as claimed by Rogers. Basically, Joy described the situation the "kids" were in without using their names.

When Joy retold that situation on YouTube, those "kids" later revealed themselves by posting critical and outright hostile comments under their own names and identified themselves as Debi Livingston-Boushey's adult daughters At the same time, posts from others (who we believe were SRF members or their adult children) were left with similar threats and hostility. Presumably, those comments were left at the direction of the Livingstons.

The two daughters (both in their twenties - certainly well beyond wearing footies and Strawberry Shortcake undies; in fact, one daughter describes her favorite activity as "going drinking") never offered any kind of correction or told their side of the story.

Instead, they hurled personal insults at Joy then left their names and email addresses, daring others to respond using taunts, excessive profanity and invective. One such commenter even left threats to come to our home to deliver "spiritual retribution" in person. The others were satisfied with leaving the usual "bitch" and "cunt" comments to Joy.

Anyway, the comments left by the sisters were anything BUT an attempt to set the record straight. Instead, they focused their hate, their need for revenge and desire to silence any open commentary on the public lives of the very public Angela, Debi and Robin at Joy and myself.

The Livingston Sisters accomplished exactly what they wanted: Joy and her viewers felt personally threatened, I felt personally threatened and commentary on YouTube was chilled (that's a legal term, not a street colloquialism) to the degree that no rebuttal was possible.

It was because of the threats and unacceptable conduct of Debi Livingston-Boushey's adult daughters that all comments on the YouTube channel were deleted and the two adult daughters were banned.

The purpose was to restore a civil atmosphere for open discourse and stop the Livingston Sisters from their efforts to incite not just hostility but to create fear among the participants and compel silence through intimidation - just like their spiritual godmothers do all the time.

Unsaid in Rogers' letter was that Joy offered reinstatement to any banned party (including the Livingstons). All they had to do was promise to refrain from leaving threats. As of today, there has been no reply. (and as of today, Rogers points to Joy's statement that the Livingstons were banned for threats attacks and bullying, and Joy's offer to reinstate banned persons as "proof" that JOY posted all the statements that were actually made by the Livingston Sisters. If you can figure out what that does for Rogers and the Spiritual Rights Foundation other than make them look like exactly the things their ex-members and others say about them, please tell me.)

Given all that happened, maybe Joy has a case against THEM.

At any rate, the Livingston Sisters moved on to Joy's blog where they continued their attack on Joy using similar language and the same hostile and combative posture. Only this time, there were two differences: their posts only flirted with unacceptable and threatening commentary and they were neither banned nor were their comments deleted.

Since our blogs on Blogger is an open and public forum, there is no way to exclude an individual from reading or participating in your blog. If your blog is public, anyone can read it. Anyone can comment on it. You still retain the ability to approve comments but that doesn't stop someone from commenting or reading.

So in the spirit of Blogger, the Livingston Sister's choice words were left on the world-wide billboard of Blogger for public discourse. And boy did those two start hating it.

Their comments gained no support from their counterparts this time. Instead, after they left their taunts, their insults and basically pissed off everyone reading the blog, a return salvo was fired from the readers giving the sisters a taste of their own medicine. Neither Joy nor I participated.

I suppose the look on the Livingston Sisters' faces was something like the look on my niece's face when she realized that needle the doctor was holding wasn't going in her ARM.

I stepped in to tell the Livingston Sisters to stop acting like 5 year olds fighting for space in the sandbox and start acting like the smart young women they are. Joy stepped in to calm them down as well despite the degrading treatment she endured from the Livingstons.

To her credit, one of them soon realized what she was doing and made a polite exit. I was happy to see she came to her senses. She was always the smarter one. The other remained defiant, vowing to keep fighting. But we never heard from her either.

All in all, the "flaming remarks" the Spiritual Rights Foundation has alleged Joy made on her blog and YouTube channel were posted by the Livingston Sisters and others whom the Livingston Sisters may have directed to make those comments. Not Joy, not me not anyone else. The Livingston Sisters and their colleagues were solely responsible for posting hostile comments intended to intimidate other participants.

Third Paragraph:
"The acknowledgment by Ms. Butler that her blog and video contain "flaming remarks", and Mr. Kawahara's boast that he "takes the credit" for SRF's cessation of the broadcast of church services, demonstrate malicious intent. You cannot shield your malice with your disclaimers that your speech is protected under the First Amendment. The First Amendment has never protected malicious speech."

Here, Will got everything just plain wrong. It is as if he never read Joy's blog or YouTube channel. Or maybe his clients read them and told him what to say. Either way, it would turn out to be a very bad move.

As I just described, the "flaming remarks" were left on YouTube and Joy's blog by Debi Livingston-Boushey's own adult daughters and others believed to be SRF members or their adult children in a direct personal attack against Joy. Again, those comments never addressed Joy's statements but only insulted her with degrading and extraordinarily hostile and profane language.

In her statement, Joy only pointed out she had to remove flaming remarks from others and ban those who left them. She never made hostile or flaming statements to the members, staff or children of SRF.

In my "Drinking with the Woman at the Well" post, I joked that I turned the tables on SRF and commented on the craziest broadcast of a church sermon I ever heard.

When they learned of my commentary, SRF responded by pulling the plug on all broadcasts.

Now, the Spiritual Rights Foundation may have pulled their broadcasts because of what I said about them but it was their decision to discontinue them. And their action was in response to one person (me) standing up on only one occasion saying "what a load of crap!".

Well, if a broadcaster has to dump his show after only one person says at only one time: "this is a load of crap!", we wouldn't have Rush Limbaugh on the air.

Apart from getting the kind of feedback a public statement will attract, the absurdity of one person bringing down a whole series of live broadcasts is a better joke than I could have ever made. They are on shaky ground just on that alone.

What is even shakier, is Rogers tries to say SRF does not control their broadcasts - I do. I didn't know I was their boss but since Rogers says I am: Debi, Robin, Angela, YOU'RE FIRED!

Anyway, he got the concept of "malice" totally wrong. When a law student read his letter, she said "this guy is not very good at all." I told her "unfortunately, he graduated from your law school." She reached for a Tylenol.

In the context of the First Amendment, "malice" means the writer knew his statement was false or should have known it but wrote it anyway. And in context of the First Amendment, the actual term is "actual malice".

Jokes are not considered malicious.

Making a statement that someone finds embarrassing is not malicious.

Speaking your mind is not malicious.

The truth is not malicious.

All the above is malicious only in the mosquito-infested swampland of the SRF mentality.

The First Amendment does not protect "actual malice", it's true. But let's face it, even a first year law student knew the free speech exercised on this blog is anything but "actual malice". I knew that through many years of college studying for the bar - Clancy's Bar on "L" Street. In fact, I'm late for class now - we're studying the effect of distilled spirits on, uh, well... All right, we're going to slam some Jagermeister, OK?

At any rate, this blog IS an expression of free speech. The only ones who think otherwise is the leadership of SRF. Too bad for them, the Superior Court smacked them down as well.

Last Paragraph:
"You have ten days from the date of this letter to remove all references of my clients from your blogs and video posts. If you fail to do so, my clients have instructed me to assert all their legal remedies against you. The remedies sought will include injunctive relief, monetary damages, attorney fees, and punitive damages."

A few days later, we received a badly photocopied pile of papers about the thickness of a slice of baloney, crudely stapled.

Their muddy complaint asked for damages at about $700,000.00. There was a single page printout of my blog - of a post that had nothing to do with their complaint. There was a single page printout of Joy's YouTube channel showing absolutely nothing related to their complaint. And a copy of his idiotic cease and desist letter.

They also wanted to determine the identity of the anonymous posters (how they would do that was unstated) and for what purpose was also unsaid.

Our response was a Demurrer and Anti-SLAPP motion (which is called a Special Motion to Strike).

In support of those motions we clipped several articles in SRF's own American Spirit Newspaper, printed several pages of SRF's own website, reproduced several pages of news articles regarding SRF supporting what is written here, added legal documents filed by SRF which support what is written here, included legal documents filed by persons with court cases involving SRF members, attached our own written declarations of our experiences with SRF - well, you get the idea.

Our motions and supporting information were almost four (4) inches thick. We didn't include a single slice of baloney.

Making unfounded, unsubstantiated legal claims only because someone said something you didn't like (or maybe understand, in SRF's case) sounds very much like a reckless disregard for the rights of others and a disregard of common decency. Would you agree?

Our response, thanks to our brilliant and talented attorney, is intended to restore balance and affirm our rights by using the law as a shield, not a sword.

Judging from what happened lately, the SRF sword is getting mighty dull.

We have received a proposal of settlement from them. I won't say what it is yet but they want something they could have got without a lawsuit. In fact, I not only gave them the chance to have it, I said all along I wanted to give it to them.

We are engaging in some back-and-forth so we can settle this thing. And we do want to settle rather than go all the way.

There's not enough space to say all the reasons why we would prefer to settle rather than take them to the mat, but not a single reason is a concern of losing to SRF. It should be enough to say that we would consider a settlement for humanitarian reasons: mercy, restraint, reason and a true desire to allow SRF to live without having to endure legal process - even a process they initiated.

But, it take two to tango. We can't settle unless they work with us to reach a solution.

With luck and a little faith, they might reach a satisfactory conclusion. We are certainly trying to help them get there.

It's a planet for slow learners. And we are stuck with the slowest.

update: We won. They won't try to trample on your First Amendment rights any more.

New Update: they are trying to duck our demand to pay our legal fees. Not only will their argument not work, it can't possibly work. Film at eleven.

Even Newer Update: We got a court order forcing them to pay our legal expenses. As their tantrum cost them over $50,000.00, I would imagine they aren't going to pull a stunt like that again.

If you read this, get back in your body.

2012-01-23T23:22:00.000-08:00

My wife thinks I like Tori Amos' music...

I had a conversation with a person the other day. We talked a bit about pulling people out of the cult and what it would take to do that.

We decided that for now, writing this blog is the best first step. I'm tracking down agencies and other resources that can help out cult escapees. Those resources are in the Cult Recovery Resources page. But before they can be utilized, the state of mind necessary to want to leave a cult such as the Spiritual Rights Foundation has to occur. And we pretty much figured that has to come about mainly through this blog.

It's a responsibility I will undertake with solemn pride. One of the things that came up for me was a recognition that my writing is a little pithy and filled with vocabulary that is uncommon and thick. I was told to simplify and streamline my writing so that the average SRF-ie will be able to understand it. Please let me know if this is easier:

SEE SPOT RUN

RUN SPOT RUN

RUN RUN RUN

I'm not really saying that the average cultie or even the average SRF victim is of lower intelligence. I am saying that after years of receiving incomplete, confusing and contradictory information from the leadership, after years of personal debasement, after years of degrading and humiliating punishment (in the guise of healing and personal growth) one's mind can just stop working. The skills of discrimination of thought, personal initiative, basic personal values, deduction, analysis and logic seem to fall away like leaves in autumn. You stop using your mind because there just isn't one left to use.

Frequently, if you were to take a critical look at the information presented to you by the Spiritual Rights Foundation and commented accordingly, the usual reply was "you have to get out of your analyzer". Or if you were confused because the information was incomplete or contradictory, the teachers and leaders of SRF would helpfully say: "get back in your body" or "you need to ground" or " your transmediumship is wide open".

Now, none of these helpful phrases even came close to answering your question or settling the contradiction or completing the missing information. It did put you in a state of mind that stopped, even briefly, your critical thought processes. When you stop thinking critically, you are wide open to accepting that which you would not accept had you been afforded the opportunity to just stop and think.

You just react. You just accept. You sit down and shut up so you won't wind up with a psychic dunce cap on your head eating your lunch alone in the playground.

And if you want to be accepted by the leadership, your peers, the ministers and students, you'll join in when a fellow member is marginalized, debased, isolated and insulted. You are just thankful it's someone else.

There's no such thing as personal ethics at the Spiritual Rights Foundation. This organization tells all members to let go of their "false morals and ethics" so they can embrace a whole new set of morals and ethics appropriate to your spiritually enlighted persona. In my observation, I was being told to let go of the good morals and ethics that all of us who function in American society observe. You know, like love your neighbor, help a guy when he's down, play fair and clean up after yourself.

SRF would have you take advantage of your neighbor, kick a man when he's down, play dirty, and blame a mess on someone else.

So much for a new set of ethics.

As far as SRF goes, the less your mind works, the more they can get out of you. Did you realize that SRF bought a farm in Bethel Island, CA? And were you aware that the staff was required to pledge money towards the purchase of that farm? And, according to the county recorder's office official records, the actual owners of that property are Angela Silva and Robin DuMolin - your fearless leaders. Would you want to just give away your hard earned money so two people with no jobs can buy a farm? Would you ask who would own the farm?

No one bothered to ask. No one wanted to. Their minds were just turned off.

And even if you did ask who would own the property, what would you be told? "get back in your body"? "you need to ground"? "your transmediumship is wide open"? Would you have been told the truth? Have you ever been told the truth?

Now don't let me discourage you if you are interested in a spiritual organization like the Spiritual Rights Foundation.

If you do decide to join up with SRF, ISHI Hypnosis or anything related, leave your ethics at the door. In fact, leave your brains at the door.

But drop your wallet in the jar marked "SUCKER!"

The Amazing, Unending Classes at the Academy for Psychic Studies

2012-01-23T23:08:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the free healing is good for a laugh.

A few observations:

The Year Class - it lasts a decade

Minister's Class - it takes a lifetime

Revelations Class - you want to take your life

Tell me about the rabbits, George...

2012-01-18T19:48:00.000-08:00

Uh... I guess there's not much I can say...

There's something I just heard about lately. Honestly, it's serious this time - although the outcome makes me laugh my ass off. It's called the Dunning-Kruger Effect.

The Dunning-Kruger Effect says something like: the dumber you are, the more confident you feel in all you do. Conversely,the smarter you are, the less confident you are.

Here's an example: some dummy in Pittsburgh robbed two banks in a single afternoon. He did not wear a disguise nor did he do anything to hide his appearance. When he was arrested moments after the second robbery shocked the police found him, he muttered over and over: "but I wore the juice".

It turned out the man spread lemon juice over his face, believing it would prevent the bank's cameras from photographing him. In his case, belief was actually a delusion.

You see, the incompetent have no ability to recognize their own mistakes.

So how about we just rub their faces in it - show them their mistakes and they'll realize how stupid they are?

That actually had the opposite effect. Dunning and Kruger tested that theory with students. As expected, the incompetent thought they performed well above average while the competent well underestimated their performance. Dunning and Kruger found when the incompetent students were shown how well the competent performed vs. the incompetent, the incompetent thought they performed even better than estimated earlier.

It turns out the incompetent were unaware, oblivious to what a good result looks like. So showing the incompetent his actual standing vs. a real result just reinforced the incompetent's delusion he did well.

Don't think grabbing the incompetent by the shirt collar and giving the idiot a good shake around the room will help, either. The incompetent have no way to become aware of their shortcomings until they become more competent. All you'll do by arguing with him is reinforce his belief he's a lot better than he is.

How about that?

Now how about the most incompetent of all: The Academy for Psychic Studies.

Despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary, The Academy for Psychic Studies presses forward with their own brand of psychotic information and their own brand of delusion.

Yes, they fervently, devotedly and unfailingly believe in all the things they teach. Their confidence in their teachings are so strong, so sure that the teachings must be true and they must have a warm and nourishing presence here on Earth.

If you believe that, I have a few lemons you can squirt on your face.

Look at the facts:

Membership has dwindled from nearly 50 active members to maybe 14 8 2 or maybe just the old guy who sweeps the grounds while cursing - ~~only a few~~ none of whom take part in Academy-sponsored activities regularly. The rest are just too weary to ~~keep marching~~ stick around.
Public interest in the Academy for Psychic Studies is at an all-time low. How many students attend the Clairvoyant Training Program? How many attend the ISHI Hypnosis Training class? How many members of the public attend any damn classes at all? ~~Nearly~~ none.
The Academy has been pulling back their public outreach efforts. Their newspaper is no longer published, the blog is abandoned, the YouTube videos are erased, the public-access cable programs are gone, the website says even less about them and presents them as even more secretive and isolated than ever. Their silence leaves this blog as the main source of information on the Academy. What idiot would want to do that? Oh, right... the Academy for Psychic Studies.
People are listening to our side of the Academy story. Despite the passage of time, page views on this blog have remained steady. There is just plain nowhere for the Academy for Psychic Studies to hide.

Of course, those facts are meaningless to the Academy. In fact, they are fully aware of all of the items I listed (how could they not?) but they remain ignorant and as unaware of their plight as an ostrich hiding in the sand.

Sure, reality has kicked them in the head and shook them by the collar. They lost their lawsuit against this blog. They face the reality that almost no one is interested in their poison. They are feeling the effects of mind control going out of control.

But like the idiots Dunning and Kruger encountered - hell like that lemon-fresh bank robber, the Academy for Psychic Studies are ever confident their psychosis is the right psychosis for a world in need of the psychosis only they provide.

Not only are they carrying on pretending nothing has happened, they remain iconoclastic and unwilling to make even small adaptations to their approach to make them more relevant and accessible.

Is there hope?

Well, Dunning and Kruger took those same confident but incompetent students and taught them how to solve the tests and problems given. It was like a light bulb turned on. The students finally realized how dumb they really were.

Only when the incompetent became, well, less incompetent did they begin the step of realizing their real standing in the world.

With some simple learning and education, the incompetent were able to embark on a path that would help them increase their awareness, raise their skills and become competent, humble, even considerate.

So I guess in the Academy for Psychic Studies' case, there is no hope.

The Spiritual Rights Foundation - This is your brain on SRF

2012-01-17T23:59:00.000-08:00

I think we all looked like this after a day with the
Witches of Ellsworth Street.

Today I am welcoming two new commentators to the blog.

"Anonymous" and "A person of Interest" have deposited erudite and insightful commentary befitting themselves as thoughtful and peaceful persons of spirit. They are so thoughtful, I could have removed them for cause.

I also know the following about them:

They were online from about 10:00PM to about 10:38PM Saturday the 22nd of August, 2009.
They share the same IP address: 76.103.87.108
IP geolocation shows they connected from the East Bay area - from the Oakland/Berkeley area or thereabouts.
Their ISP is Comcast.
There appears to be two of them. One browses with Firefox 3.0 on Vista and has a screen resolution of 1280 X 1024. The other also browses with Firefox 3.0 but runs on XP on a screen resolution of 1024 X 768.
It looks like Windows XP guy was the one doing the commenting. Windows Vista Kid did a little reading.
Vista Kid kicked it off by looking up my Blogger profile then going to the blog's first page. Apparently, Vista Kid is someone who may know me personally. The only ones in the East Bay who would look up my Blogger profile then comment on my SRF-critical blog are current and former SRF-ies.
They only read ONE of my articles, ignoring or unable to understand the rest (this seems like a pattern for the naysayers, doesn't it?). The other was a re-print from Provender, where they spent six minutes time reading (it takes longer to read when you have to move your lips, you know).

Here is a link to the Nasty Comments file folder. It holds a text file of the comments as they appear on this blog and a file of the blogging activities our two friends.

Despite the nature of the comments, I will keep them on the blog, at least for now. In fact, I think these comments (which are here, as well as listed below) should receive the attention they deserve. So, I decided to post them prominently on the front page for everyone's enjoyment.

These two commenters never quite figured out that nearly a hundred people a day read this blog and their comments aren't read only by the author - everyone gets a chance to see them drool and defecate on themselves.

Reading commentary like those below is something like watching a drunk vomit on himself. One the one hand, it is disgusting and somewhat frightening. But on the other, it's just so damn funny to see someone defile and embarrass himself in public, you just can't stop laughing.

As these spiritual and enlightened people are anonymous, I really don't know who they are - their true identity can be only be disclosed through a subpoena. However, the tone is much more aggressive than the comments left by others. I would guess the commentators are either as a member, a relative of a member or spouse of a member.

That makes for a pretty small pool of people to choose from. Add to that the stupidity of posting aggressive comments in a way that leave a clear track back to them personally makes the pool of suspects, well, pretty much the same.

These comments are juvenile, sophomoric, ill-advised and ill-informed. There's not much more for me to say about them. However, they do fit the pattern the other adverse commentators have: attack the messenger and ignore the message. It's a pattern with the Spiritual Rights Foundation leaders and those affiliated with them. The addled followers have been under the influence for so long, they just don't have enough functioning brain cells left to construct any kind of response but personal attacks and insults.

Steve Sanchez was personally horrified when he realized that kind of conduct was not only sanctioned but was embraced as a core doctrine of SRF-ie behavior. The SRF belief that they are "the spiritual elite" empowers the leaders and members to belittle and debase anyone outside their circle (as well as those within it) as sub-human infidels, allowing the morally guided SRF faithful to pummel their opponents with verbal abuse while ignoring the issues at hand.

The below comments should amply display the effects of that organization on the human mind and spirit. While I have no way of knowing if the below responses are official commentary from the Spiritual Rights Foundation (and presumably, they wish they could do this and get away with it publicly - but they settle for demeaning you behind the iron gate of the cult compound instead) it looks to me exactly like the kind of writing and attitude that comes from a brain addled from too much Spiritual Rights Foundation detritus over way too much time.

Somehow, I feel excited and vindicated with every hostile comment from an SRF-ie. After all, while every one of the commentators shout and cry about me concocting ludicrous observations about the destructive effects of the environment at the Spiritual Rights Foundation on the human spirit, their own comments easily give us all the support necessary to show my observations are right on the money.

The Spiritual Rights Foundation has always said, "don't play prove it". Oh, and "if you want to blow your own horn, use someone else's lips." So, I would like to thank "Anonymous" and "A person of Interest" (who may be the same person, actually) for providing support to the cause of Truth, Justice and the American Way represented in this blog and for the erudite and insightful commentary befitting themselves as thoughtful and peaceful persons of spirit.

It that a horn, I hear?

Update: one of these guys came back to where he left his comments on Sunday the 23rd. I think he or she was hoping to see me or someone else leave equally crude and juvenile comments. There aren't any on that page. However, neither of them has bothered to look at this post and it's a sure bet they've since left the cult and renounced their affiliation with it.

Typical. Their actions, their words never fail to disprove their posturing as enlightened and divine angels in human clothing. I give them the chance to speak and they always wind up with a foot in their mouth and a "kick me" sign on their back or for these two, they give the finger, fall on their face then piss themselves.

I would like to thank those who support the Spiritual Rights Foundation for showing their true colors in this blog. You have allowed me to illustrate my point without playing "prove it".

Interestingly as there are only TWO lame and mentally deficient followers left at the Academy for Psychic Studies and the "kids" of former followers are for the most part disillusioned with Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin, the odds the persons responsible have left the cult or are in the throes of resolving their unrestrained and ill-advised support of the cult with their current disgust of the cult's practices are pretty good. So once again, even while the addled and deluded brain-dead current and former followers of this cult continue to jump up and down while running in circles shouting at me to prove all the things I say here, their behavior and the cult's circumstances provide all the support I need.

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Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "How to gaslight for fun and profit. ":

You are a fucking Bastard! Go to hell bitch

Posted by Anonymous to The Spiritual Rights Foundation Cult at August 22, 2009 10:19 PM

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Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "How to gaslight for fun and profit. ":

Garbage, worst story ever, this is ridiculous, get a life!!!

Posted by Anonymous to The Spiritual Rights Foundation Cult at August 22, 2009 10:20 PM

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Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "How to gaslight for fun and profit. ":

I can't believe you've done this! Mike Kawahara, if you are so religious, why do you talk mad shit?

Posted by Anonymous to The Spiritual Rights Foundation Cult at August 22, 2009 10:21 PM

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Posted by Anonymous to The Spiritual Rights Foundation Cult at August 22, 2009 10:25 PM

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Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "How to gaslight for fun and profit. ":

This is how we know you dont have a life "Posted by Mike Kawahara at 12:26 AM " That's dam early!

Posted by Anonymous to The Spiritual Rights Foundation Cult at August 22, 2009 10:27 PM

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Why dont you write in a book like a normal person, instead of blogging about stuff that is not your business. Get the facts straight before you publish something like this to the public

Posted by A person of Interest to The Spiritual Rights Foundation Cult at August 22, 2009 10:33 PM

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Some Quick Hits

2012-01-17T22:13:00.000-08:00

I rounded up some short notes for the blog. I'd take them a little farther but I figured they would stand on their own.

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"Freedom is the Essence of Life"

That is the slogan painted on the wall and festooned on everything SRF. It was a key dicta. A fundamental concept. The basis for the teaching and belief system of the Spiritual Rights Foundation.

When asked, the leadership could not give a straight answer. They gave the slogan as the answer and the meaning is up to you.

When a student graduates to be a minister they are hauled before the Ordination Review Board (O.R.B.) to ensure the ministerial candidate has the necessary knowledge (which SRF calls "certainty") of the fundamental principles.

A lot of the questions were softballs. Things that were really easy to answer because of the clear and direct definitions of those concepts. Things like "how do you use (this concept)?" After ten years of indoctrination, you tend to know that stuff in your sleep

Occasionally, the candidate would get a real question that makes them think. A question that promotes deep thought and reflection. A question like: "What does the phrase "Freedom is the Essence of Life mean to you?"

In the Ordination Reviews I witnessed, none of the candidates could answer that question. Almost all of them mumbled or giggled or fumbled for words. Usually the answer was something like: "uhhh, freedom is like, you know, uhhh, life and uhhhhh, that's freedom and that's uhhh, you know, ummmm, essence errrr, I mean, the life errr, the essence of uhhh, you know, uhhh yeah that's it."

And that was it. Everyone passed the ordination review. No matter how incomplete and incomprehensible the answers.

That's part of the game. You were never given answers, only questions to fuel your own deep thought and reflection. And of course none of that deep thought and reflection ever really helped you to get the answers you needed.

Well, if you keep asking yourself a question to which you have no answer, what would your mind do after a while?

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I've heard tails of Bill's outrageous antics from various sources that made what's left of the hair on my head curl like Piglet's tail. These aren't just the goofy antics of a stand-up comedian (which is one of his claimed former occupations), they are more like the unimaginable acts you'd hear of in San Quentin.

They don't bear repeating here. A few have been memorialized by others.

I can see why there are people who are upset, even angered about that disclosure.

None of them would want to hear it. It's like finding out the Tooth Fairy is your dad; finding a dominatrix outfit in your maiden aunt's closet; discovering your kid watches FOX News.

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Our contracts for the Clairvoyant Training Program were for 9 month terms. Why was it that we were all kept there for one hell of a lot longer?

What makes it worth the money we paid?
Where did all that money go?

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Can anyone tell me what kind of charitable activities the Spiritual Rights Foundation conducted?
I mean, more than buying motor homes, luxury cars and real estate for the leaders.
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One of the more celebrated "retreat spaces" for the Spiritual Rights Foundation is their vacation house in Lake Tahoe. It came to them by way of a former member's largess. Or maybe he just dumped it on them. Well, the roof leaked, the floor was a mess and it needed a crazy amount of maitenance that no one could ever get around to doing. But other than that, it was a delightful place where you can't get a moment's peace unless you were sleeping outside under a tree.

Anyway, there were several weekend retreats held at the Lake Tahoe house. In preparation of one such event the leaders made some kind of arrangement with some person unknown to have the door key left somewhere at the house. When all arrived, the key was nowhere to be found.
So, instead of trying alternatives (trying to jimmy the door open, come in through a window, try the back door) they decided to call a locksmith to come pick the lock.
The locksmith arrived after some time, unlocked the door and let everyone in. Then he presented the bill. $200 for his time, travel and expenses. He was paid by the leaders, then left.
As soon as the locksmith left, the leaders approached the retreat attendees (who had already coughed up $200 of their own just for the privilege of being there) and demanded money to pay for the locksmith.
It didn't matter to them that it was not the attendees fault that the key was lost. It never occurred to the leaders to spend a couple of bucks for some extra keys and BRING ONE WITH THEM. And it wasn't even a consideration that the leaders who were ultimately responsible for conducting the retreat. They never took any responsibility for the issue at all.
All that mattered was that a key was lost, it cost them money and, by God, someone is going to pay. And those someone's are anyone at this event.
How is this even conceivable? There no proof any attendee lost the key.
It is because the leaders don't have to prove anything. They don't have to be fair to anyone. And they certainly do not have to work for a living like we of the Great Unwashed.
Instead, they demand money. Your money. To punish people who did absolutely nothing and for no reason except they were in a bad mood.
So, if you are considering joining those huddling in fear at the SRF gulag for a relaxing retreat weekend, bring some extra money, in case the leaders lose something else.

Wishing at the Well

2012-01-17T21:42:00.000-08:00

Some of you know the Woman at the Well has been gone for a while now. I held off commenting on that incident for a long damn time as I wanted her to have a smooth transition. I think she is on the right path for her and I also would like to wish her all the best in all her endeavors.

And even though the Bishop has a far larger burden of Karma, I would like to wish her well with her hypnosis practice.

I am absolutely sure most of you would rather burn her in effigy. However, I ask everyone to stop for a moment and help the ex-Bishop re-integrate into real life, no matter what you think about her past or present.

If you take a look at the ex-bishop's web site, you'll find not one reference to that den of iniquity we call the Academy for Psychic Studies. No references to the Spiritual Rights Foundation or Reverend William (Bill) Duby, Angela Silva or Robin Dumolin either. In fact, there's only a few references to her former life as a cult bishop. She is making the attempt to move forward - just like the rest of us.

I ask she be forgiven - that means I ask that we put our problems with her aside and she be given a chance to become a real person again. It's something the Witches of Ellsworth would have never done for her, and it's clear they never have done that for anyone. We have the chance to show to the ex-Bishop our humanity has been preserved and in many ways, enhanced despite our SRF experience. Let's give her the chance to recover hers.

I would admit, if the ex-Bishop falls back into her old habits of insulting and demeaning the people in her life, especially those who would support her transition to real life, I would rightly understand why you would continue to condemn her. After all, no one wants to be spit on when they reach out.

There have been many searches on the ex-Bishop's name lately. Some of them land here. If you may notice, I have removed as many references to the ex-Bishop as I possibly could.

I have no obligation to do that - apart from my own morals and ethics. I believe when someone has left their confinement at SRF, the process of reconciliation can start - as long as the departed also accepts some accountability. Karma includes the process of recognition of one's life and accepting the impact he or she has had on those around them.

And as the man said: "I dated Karma and she was a bitch."

The ex-Bishop and her spouse are living a life apart from the Witches of Ellsworth. We should celebrate their freedom rather than condemn their past misdeeds. However, that celebration, that forgiveness has to be accompanied by an recognition of the Karmic impact the ex-Bishop and her spouse have to us and the world around them.

What the ex-Bishop must do is a matter of personal revelation. Yeah, I know you would prefer to tie her in a sack and nail her on an anthill but let's not go there. Just as we discovered what we must to restore balance in the universal scales, she must as well and she will have to do it on her own time just like we have.

My way to restore balance in my own Karma was to start this blog for those who have left SRF, those who may join and those who remain. My price was to endure the legal temper tantrum of the Witches of Ellsworth and the occasional temper tantrum from ex-members who have continued to listen to rumor, gossip and just plain false third-party information about the contents of this blog. I swear, if I have to listen to yet another ex-member complain they heard or "know" there is content in this blog about themselves without ever having read a single word here....

My Karmic challenge has been completed while the Witches continue. I am sure the ex-Bishop's Karmic restoration will fall somewhere between mine and the Witches' tribulations.

I do expect to see many ex-members of this rude and dangerous cult to run the other way when they see she is on the loose. I saw that when I left it and I saw even more of it as I crushed the Witches in the legal system. For some reason, most ex-members of this evil cult continue to conduct themselves in fear and will deliberately avoid any other ex-members in order to avoid catching a disease or to avoid possible guilt by association.

I also would expect to see many who would like to become members of whatever church the ex-Bishop would want to establish.

Now before you wind up with an armload of ripe tomatoes aimed right at my head, you have to admit there would be people who would join her if that opportunity arose. No, I wouldn't as I have had my fill of Duby-isms.

But at least a few of the dearly departed escapees of SRF would. So would many current members.

So what's stopping her?

Money.

As the Witches have bled her as dry as the rest of us, there's just no capital available for start-up. Even with the Bishop and her spouse receiving free rent at the flea-bag the Witches consider their elite housing unit, the constant draining of resources have tapped the ex-first couple as dry as the Mojave.

And now, they have to start paying for their housing. Unfortunately, that rent is being paid to the same people who were bleeding her dry in the first place. Ironic - the Witches have drained you so broke you can't leave the confines of the iron gates of their compound so, you have to pay them rent which gives them an opportunity to replace the payola you refused to cough up.

Besides, as all of you who left SRF know, the Witches of Ellsworth begin the intensive smear campaign designed to instill fear of the outside world and loathing of the ex-member. I wonder what the Witches are saying about their ex-Bishop? Probably the same kind of vitriol and slander we all faced. Maybe that's why so many departed the open sewer of the Academy for Psychic Studies so soon after the ex-Bishop headed out the door?

So, if you would like to make a small investment in a church, I know of a couple who would be open to your investment. It won't be the ex-Bishop you'll be investing in, though.

But let's get real: for the good of society, for the good of your self-respect and for the good of all persons who believe in a higher power: don't let anyone start another damn church in the same vein as SRF, like the one a couple of psychic stooges have been trying to start for a few years now. Their biographies pretty well describe why their effort has failed so far:

In ****, I found my way to the Spiritual Rights Foundation Inc (SRF), a place that taught people about their “soul” energy. What I discovered, and experienced for mysellf, was that God is not on some far off planet, but in each one of us as our very soul and Spirit. And for the first time I was said hello to as Spirit, who “I” really am. I was taught about my own soul energy, and how I could love myself and find my own answers within. I began to have the “experience” that I had always been looking for.

Over the next **years I studied intensively at SRF, experiencing courses on healing, meditation and clairvoyance. It really opened my heart to want to give to others, what I had woken up to. During that time, I also went through their Clairvoyant Training Program, graduated, and became an ordained Minister of the school’s seminary. In ****, I received a certification in Hypnosis from ISHI, the International Spiritual Hypnotherapy Institute, in Berkeley California . There I learned to incorporate hypnosis into helping people to heal and to get in touch with themselves. In **** I received an Honorary Doctorate of Divinity.

What was most inspiring for me over the years I spent at SRF was my experiences with the founder, Rev. William Duby, who was one of my spiritual teachers during my studies at SRF. He really was a guiding light to me for many years; not only as role model in how to embody practical spirituality, but also as a mentor in how to live an upright and graceful life...

In ****, I decided to start *************. We realize that we are all sensitive, and although we may have many paths, there are universal tools and techniques that can help us all grow, unfold and tune into our own information within. Through our ministry and *******************, we wish to inspire people to learn about thenselves as Spirit, and experience the most abundant life possible.

Dr. Reverend *************

I attended classes at the Spiritual Rights Foundation Inc. (SRF), Academy for Psychic Studies in Berkeley California in ****. Later I enrolled in their Clairvoyant Training Program, graduated and was ordained as a minister of the SRF.

I continued my training at the Foundation by joining the Minister's Program as well as a special Revelation Class offered by Reverend William Duby, Founder of the Spiritual Rights Foundation Inc. During this time I also became an instructor, teaching people about spirituality, metaphysics and how energy works. I taught an assortment of topics ranging from meditation, healing, relationships, and energy classes.

During my time at the SRF I also co-hosted their online radio show, Spirit Talk Radio for ten years and made guest appearances on their live radio broadcast, Total Prosperity. I also wrote occasional articles for the organization's bi-monthly newspaper. And co-hosted their locally broadcasted (sic) television show, Paranormal Connection (sick).

In **** I became a certified hypnotist through ISHI, the International Spiritual Hypnotherapy Institute, in Berkeley California . My education at ISHI gave me an added insight as to how the human mind works, consciously and subconsciously with spirit. The training I received added a spiritual twist to what normally is a more clinical way of presenting hypnotherapy and it gave me better insight for when working with clients.

In **** I wrote my Ministers thesis and received an Honorary Doctorate of Divinity from the Spiritual Rights Foundation Inc.

Doctor Reverend **********************
Co-founder

Well, I am sure the world doesn't need another SRF. From the look of things, I'd have to say the world thinks likewise.

These biographies really don't really create an identity of the two "co-founders" as much as they describe how bound they are the Academy for Psychic Studies dogma, practices and psychotic thinking. All they do is talk about their dubious achievements at the Academy just like so many of the spiritually vacant and socially inept of the Academy who believe those who would believe their vitriol and defecation would only need to know they and the Academy are united. As there are no followers of these two deluded and confused "doctor reverends", it appears no one finds value in their association with the Academy for Psychic Studies.

Oh, and an HONORARY degree from an UNACCREDITED religious school is worth far less than the nickel Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin spent on the certificate. Would you believe either one of them had assigned tenured and degree'd staff to advise potential doctorates? Oh right, it's an honorary degree from an unaccredited institution so you get it if you pay enough. Besides, there aren't any tenured academic staff to advise on a dissertation but there are plenty of psychotic staff to do, well, psychotic stuff.

Now, would Angela and Robin have the ability and take the time to scrutinize and critically examine a doctoral dissertation (it's not called a thesis, as this "doctor of divinity" claims)? Well with Angela being educated only up to the fourth grade, and with Robin so absorbed with counting quarters and conducting shake-downs for her follower's lunch money, I would doubt it.

Now, there's no doubt either one of these two "doctors of divinity" ever receiving a college degree. Unfortunately, that means neither have one. As they haven't taken the steps needed towards an advanced education, how is it they can suddenly receive a legitimate doctoral degree without it? Oh right, the degree is illegitimate. My bad...

Oddly, the Pacific School of Religion is pretty much in walking distance from the gated confines of the Academy for Psychic Studies. PSR bestows legitimate and valuable degrees to students who have followed a specific course of study, have demonstrated a true understanding of their topic and have the ability to apply said understanding in an appropriate manner. I think you can see the Academy for Psychic Studies exercises no such rigor in their perverted and deranged educational programs. In fact, the only requirement for an Academy for Psychic Studies program is your willingness to keep paying the Witches for whatever they tell you to pay for.

There's just so much wrong with these bogus degrees, I can hardly believe it. First, there's no real committee to evaluate the papers. Second, there's no course of study outside having to translate a chapter of the Bible into incomprehensible garbage. Next, the standard and recognized title for a Doctor of Divinity is Reverend Doctor (name) or Reverend (name), DD.

There is a good reason for this. In context of a title, "Reverend" is an adjective - meaning it modifies a noun. The noun in this context is "Doctor" or the name of the "Doctor Reverend" which for example, may be "Idiot". So, these two would more properly called "Reverend Doctor Idiot" or "Reverend Idiot, DD".

Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin who have respectively earned a certificate of truancy from the fourth grade onward and a PhD in Oprah, have bestowed the title of "Doctor Reverend" on several of their demented graduates. Apart from the clumsy cadence of that title, it's incorrect, non-standard and absolutely unrecognized by anyone. Just ask those two nutty "Doctor Reverends"!

But even with that strange and nutty title (bestowed by two Witches who joined their master warlock believing titles are meaningless and used that excuse to denigrate, dehumanize and otherwise humiliate a man who held a PhD as well as any educated person) the recipients carry it proudly, believing a world who doesn't give a damn about the bogus and incorrect degrees handed out by the Academy for Psychic Studies really cares about their own bogus and incorrect "doctoral" titles.

For comparison, my father received an honorary degree from the California Polytechnic State University in San Luis Obispo.

Ask any computer programmer how cool CalPoly SLO is. The people I know from SLO can't stop talking about how much they LOVED it. And employers can't strop talking about how great SLO grads are to hire.

You have to understand that being given an honorary degree from a Cal State University is rare. An honorary degree from CalPoly SLO is even rarer.

But my dad got one. He got it because he was a student there with strong academic performance and active in student life during WWII until the government yanked him out to throw him behind barbed wire. As he later distinguished himself by earning a Master's degree from the Frank Lloyd Wright School of Architecture, where he was taught by Frank Lloyd Wright himself, and was an accomplished and highly regarded architect of well known buildings, it seems he more than earned the honor. Since he passed a few years ago, I had the tremendous honor of accepting it in his place. I have never felt so honored and I likely never will again.

So how much honor does an honorary doctorate degree from a worthless and dysfunctional cesspool of moral and spiritual iniquity like the Academy for Psychic Studies hold?

Yeah, I thought so...

That Damn Orpheus Movie

2012-01-17T21:39:00.000-08:00

I found that damn Orpheus movie online! Below is the real, honest to goodness bona fide version of that impenetrable French homage to the underworld we were forced to watch again and again and again:

Fooled you. This is Take On Me from A-Ha.
For all the good it did, we would have been better
off watching A-Ha than Cocteau.
At least you can dance to A-Ha.

For those of you who were spared the dreadful, boring and unenlightening experience of being forced to sleep through the Cocteau film "Orpheus" during your "Year Class" session, I'll give a brief roll-up of the "significance" "Orpheus" to has the Spiritual Rights Foundation.

According to the flights of fancy from Bill Duby's mind, on the spirit level, there are entities called "cosmic cops". These entities are attached to embodied spirits for the purpose to concealing the "pictures" and other personal characteristics of someone receiving a reading. It was these "cosmic cops" who were responsible for a psychic reader's inability to "see" a "mental image picture" during a psychic reading.

The cops were responsible for other items as well and the appearance of real cops near the site of a reading fair or jamboree was a sure sign that some of the victims of said fair would be somehow accompanied by cops of the energy kind.

To illustrate the effect and purpose of "cosmic cops", we Clairvoyant Training Program students were shown the film, "Orpheus" from the French auteur Jean Cocteau. The film is considered a classic and is either hailed as a magnificent conversion of myth and poetry to the screen or condemned as a total waste of film.

Either way, "Orpheus" didn't have a damn thing to do with "cosmic cops" or any other kind of entity from the astral plane or in fact, anything remotely spiritual. Cocteau intended the film as a modern adaptation of the Greek Myth of Orpheus, with characters passing through mirrors, which acted as doorways to the underworld. People passed into the underworld through mirrors either in a one-way ride or back and forth, traveling between the worlds of the living and the dead.

Two of the characters are grim, leather-clad motorcycle riders who represent the Princes of Death. When they show up, someone takes a one-way trip through a mirror. And Cocteau vividly illustrated that in "Orpheus".

However to the narrow mind of Bill and his many wives, the story wasn't about Greek Myth or flirtations with the underworld or even that of WWII Paris, where the picture takes place.

Bill became fixated on Cocteau's Princes of Death as the image of law enforcement officers since their costumes resembled that of motorcycle cops. The tall tale of cosmic cops was concocted from there.

Now, what "Orpheus" or leather-clad motorcyclists has to do with anything else on the cosmic, astral, or any other plane of existence or non-existence is anyone's guess.

What do I think?

I think that Bill had a tremendous ability to present concepts and ideas stolen from others as his own. His presentations of doctrine based on other religions, beliefs or wacky organizations (the Berkeley Psychic Institute was only one of them) had a veneer of lucidity to them and could pass as valid (but just).

But when Bill tried to come up with a new concept, one from his own damaged mind, he just couldn't sit still and concentrate long enough to build a plausible back story for it. Bill's weakness was simple: he could play a con but he couldn't create one.

As far as "Orpheus" goes, he needed an explanation for those times when your mind just goes on the fritz and you can't think of the one thing you wanted. My niece calls them "brain farts" and endlessly taunts the fart-er (usually ME). Bill called "brain farts" "cosmic cops" and after stumbling on "Orpheus" realized he can illustrate his concept with a thick and incomprehensible French movie.

Of course, Bill and his henchwomen presented the movie with such an air of mystery, exclusivity, and the sense that they and only they understood the true meaning and purpose of "Orpheus". We lowly students, who knew nothing about anything, were made to feel privileged to be given this holy, enlightened and deeply spiritual information.

After all, almost no one there spoke French fluently and my French is so feeble, when my niece says "Comment allez vous?" I can only croak out "Je vais bien, uh, El Pollo Loco." How could we really know what was going on in "Orpheus" and how would we know if Bill was telling the truth or if his brain was on an orbit around Mars?

In fact, as Bill not only spoke not one word of French and belittled and expressed disdain for any language apart from his native language: "bullshit", there had to be no damn way for him to understand any of this film. There's no way Bill would have taken the time to thoroughly review and research the film nor would be have been likely to compare and contrast the tall tale of "cosmic cops" with the myth and legend of "Orpheus" (which, by the way, isn't French at all - it's Greek) even if he had someone to translate it into bullshit for him. Oh right, he translated it into bullshit himself. My bad...

Well, as Bill claimed to be insane, Angela never made it past fifth grade and has a brain addled from too much alcohol and drugs, and Robin too occupied with counting quarters to care, how deep, meaningful and spiritually fulfilling could this information be?

But more important, you should ask yourself: what was the impact on your spirit and your mental well-being when you realized that watching "Orpheus" in your "Year Class" wasn't the learning experience you thought it was?

And how about those cosmic cops?

Me? I want my MTV. And A-Ha.

The Academy for Psychic Studies - Doctor, Doctor.

2012-01-14T22:10:00.000-08:00

So, I'm told I show too many hot chicks giving the finger.

Here's someone else not giving the finger

but you decide what he's really doing.

For this post, I thought I would drop in a post from our fellow SRF escapee from Sweden, Janehellen. It's about the doctrine used by SRF and other cults to pursue spiritual and alternative healing over established medical treatment.

Of course, we kept hearing "if you believe in the pill more than the prayer, you need both". Unfortunately for myself and others, that prayer didn't help worth a crap.

She also points out a sad fact: the leaders never really had to worry about their health as Rev. Bill Duby benefited from Medicare and the Witches of Ellsworth Street never seemed concerned about paying medical bills, probably as they had health insurance or just paid the bills from SRF's substantial coffers.

I also recall that the Witches afforded their chihuahuas the most comprehensive veterinary care available in the area. When one of the dogs had a hip ailment, it was given the kind of surgery, after-care and veterinary attention you would have seen given to few others.

In fact, we were all responsible for our own health care - except when the prescribed health care was you lying down while half-dazed followers waved their hands around you and belched. That's what happened to me. I figured they were measuring me for a coffin made of Angela Silva's discarded KFC buckets and checking to see if I had any cash on me before they tossed me into the hole.

No one was honored for receiving the health care they needed. There were people there who required replacement of major joints and eventually received surgery. Nothing was said about their medical treatment until they returned to recuperate. However, after the dastardly surgery was completed, the faithful few were gathered to administer healings to remove the medical energy from the recovering patient. I guess none of the real medical staff prescribed that particular treatment but as it was an edict from the leaders, it was treated like it was.

There was also one woman who had a debilitating disease called Myasthenia Gravis (which the spiritually-educated Rev. Bill Duby idiotically called "Gravenstien's Disease" - you know, like the apple) who was held up as an example of what the spiritually-pure guidance of the Academy for Psychic Studies can do for you. Bill went on forever decrying the multiple surgeries and medical procedures this woman experienced to treat her illness and noted that when the medical treatments stopped and his deranged spiritual treatment was allowed to run unabated, she showed a remarkable improvement in her symptoms.

Not said by Bill Duby was the medical treatments accomplished their objective and allowed this woman to live a more normal and comfortable life with fewer symptoms at about the time Bill was touting her miraculous recovery from his spiritual intervention.

Bill's own "recovery" from type-2 diabetes was said to be a miraculous recovery made possible only by his body's ability to handle the "energy" from a disease. That he changed his diet (somewhat) and began a course of medical treatment (which continued until his death) was never mentioned.

For a time, I was a fairly regular visitor to Bill's second-floor room where he conducted special healings and other perverted activities on whatever female he had his eye on at the time. On Bill Duby's desk, was a row of those amber bottles with labels from the local pharmacy. Pills. Some pills I recognized: ACE inhibitors for his high blood pressure, glucophage or something like it for his diabetes and something else I recognized for some reason but couldn't recall what it was for at the time. It stated with a "T". It certainly wasn't Tagamet. I later looked up the drug. It was Tegetrol, a last-ditch medication for the control of the manic phase of bipolar disorder.

A friend of mind developed bipolar disorder while young. He went through a lot of meds to get it under control. Tegetrol and lithium was the ticket. That's how I recalled the name Tegetrol.

So, not only did the Witches avail themselves, their golden child and their dogs of the best medical care available, Bill Duby was under constant medical care as well.

For a guy who told us the body responds to dis-eased thinking by getting sick itself, his body wasn't really sick as Bill's thoughts were pure and celestial or his body simply responded to Bill's own diseased, deranged, demented and maniacal mind by creating mental and physical disorders.

I'm betting on deranged and maniacal.

As far as any other SRF medical miracles go, there are several. Mine was one of them. Unfortunately, my miracle is one of great doctors and advances in medical care that just were not available in my parent's time.

So maybe the real medical miracles seen at the Academy for Psychic Studies were nothing more than the kinds of miracles medical science is able to produce for those who come to their clinic and follow their treatment plans.

Throwing away your medicines and getting psychic readings isn't part of the plan.

However, if you are of the bent to pursue those alternative treatments, just sign up for an ISHI Hypnosis session so you can be hypnotized to believe the ISHI $60 a session is just the ticket for your recovery from your dread disease. Follow up with a $150 six-week class session on whatever crackpot topic is being offered. Pay another $80 for a reading from the only resident psychic expert and gifted clairvoyant left at the Academy and he will wave one hand around you while the other hand stuffs a Big Mac in his mouth.

Just be sure your life insurance is paid up and you have made your final arrangements. A pre-need package from the local mortuary would be a good idea as well. Because whatever damage you did to yourself while the Academy for Psychic Studies' treatments are going on, your real doctors may not be able to heal.

As you read Janehellen's post, remember, as she is Swedish you have to show a little latitude with her English. So you SRF troll, no demeaning commentary about Janehellen being Swedish as not only have you purchased a well-used set of Swedish furniture on Craigslist that soon collapsed underneath you and have attempted to roll your substantial girth to the rhythm of a Swedish super-group, you will piss me off as I not only have new Swedish furniture that didn't come in a box and have two Swedish vehicles, each of which cost more than five times the POS you roll in, I have several friends in Sweden who are none too pleased with your lame attempts to taunt them about their way of speech, you fucking hypocritical, idiotic and deluded martinet.

lördagen den 14:e november 2009

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In SRF and other branches they demonize docktors and especially psyciatrists. I had a friend who was bipolar and she definetly needed medical help, but since I was brainwashed at that time I didnt tell her to seak help.

If you are bipolar your body needs litium or medicine to help take away the most difficult moodswings. Maby it was not my responsebility, like I have learned, but to live with and put up with someone thants bipolar is trouble. People that are bipolar can easily commit suicide and its one of the most difficult menal illnesses. I dont understand why they thought that they could heal everything or that medical attention was not nessecary. I know that the youngest child in the SRF family didnt get any vaccinations at all from 2 months to 1 1/2 yeras old at least, I dont think he got any after that eather. It´s kind of worrysome, for instance polio is very contagious and the reson people dont get it nowadays is because almost all children are vaccinated from it.

But not everybode, not at SRF anyway. I dont know if that the leaders trust the ´"supreme being" with their childrens life or what they were thinking. Where did all the money go? Everybode worked so hart at SRF. What does it cost to get a child vaccinated in bay area, mabye 20 dollars mabye and most probably you can get it for free in a free medical clinic. But the teaching was against medical care and gouvermental programs, they give a lot of negative energy.

A Really Quick Question:

2012-01-13T16:38:00.000-08:00

They should have got Emma Stone to stay at the Witches' Farm.

Every guy there would work until they drop.

So who's left at the Academy for Psychic Studies and how much longer will they last?

I figure about ~~eight~~ two people are still stuck in that cesspool.

Anyone have a better guess?

Who's still living in the Academy's Compounds? Who's coming to the Academy regularly?

We know there isn't enough people to teach mind control classes. I just wonder how many are left to hang around waiting for the doors to slam shut in their face.

Is it better to wait for the ship to sink or is it better to grab a life vest and take your chances?

Is it even worth it for those who remain to even think about an exit?

And what will happen when those doors inevitably close for good? How will the faithful few react to that?

And where will the Witches of Ellsworth Street go with their loot? Bermuda? The Cayman Islands? Luxembourg?

Or maybe they'll have to spend their end of days in a trailer sinking into the Sacramento River Delta?

What's your guess and how long do you think it will take?

While you ponder, take a look at this short video from Jeanette from Sweden. She's a Spiritual Rights Foundation escapee who has made it back to real life and her vid shows how real the Swedenborg church is and that it is anything but the mystical, foreboding and unapproachable spiritual information that Rev. William Duby said it was.

The Essence of Freedom

2012-01-13T16:32:00.000-08:00

Before he died, William Duby and the Witches posed for a picture

at the SRF penal colony the "Blue Sky Ranch" in Bethel Island.
Bill always did like cowboy hats...

So, I get all kinds of comments on this blog. Some are supportive and some are not. No matter the nature of the comment, I allow them all and contribute my own reply, if I can.

Usually, those replies are pretty short. I've recently seen this thing on my page entitled: ISHI School of Hypnosis and the Cult of SRF - what happened after World Hypnotism Day?

Anonymous said...
"I'm so sorry you feel the need to do his (sic). This is not helping you towards your own personal healing and growth. I think that the ISHI school is great.I pray that you will find something better to do with your time like taking care of yourself and healing from your past."

This comment apparently came from a woman with a well of axes to grind about something. So, I thought it warranted a special reply all its own. I've deconstructed the comment and added my own commentary for your amusement and edification.

"I'm so sorry you feel the need to do his (sic)."

Yeah, so am I. But I and the countless others affected by the practices of this organization make it absolutely necessary to express the outrage we have all felt after hearing the lies and distortions we were fed. I've said before: this blog was created for a purpose. That purpose is to give those who left the Spiritual Rights Foundation and its related organizations the freedom to express what they could not at the cult. It is a place where they can speak without the crushing humiliation they experienced at the cult. It is a place where we can tell our side of the story. It is a place where seekers can make up their own mind.

In a perfect world, there would not be people who prey on others. There would not be people in desperate need to relieve themselves of the mental and emotional burdens placed on them at a cult. There would not be people who revise history and brush questions aside. Yeah, I wish there was no need to create and maintain this blog.

But I'll keep doing it for as long as there is a need and as long as the people who caused pain grief and misery keep hiding behind locked gates and dirty auras.

"This is not helping you towards your own personal healing and growth."

Uh... what?

If this person is as I suspect: a loyalist of the Ellsworth Street Commie Club, I would expect that kind of comment. We heard that statement (or something like it) any time we were engaged in an activity the cult did not like or understand.

Activities like pursue our careers, gain an academic education or socialize with family and friends - anything outside the limits of the cults understanding or approval. It's such a common phrase in the new age and cult world, it's become a rallying cry for them, anathema for the rest of us.

Actually, I have long wondered why the Spiritual Rights Foundation spent a lot of time and money pursuing this blog with laughable legal actions that fail miserably and with small pin pricks from anonymous commenters on this blog - just like the one we see here. Those commenters never made rebuttals to their commentary or engaged in dialog, even though it's available and encouraged. It's a hit-and-run tactic. The problem for them is when they run, we hit back. Hard.

"I think that the ISHI school is great."

Well, so does the Spiritual Rights Foundation. So did I until I realized what was happening behind the scenes. My experience there, along with the experience of others called the integrity of the organization into question. Perhaps you may be tempted to distinguish the behavior of the organization called ISHI Hypnosis from its founders and staff. But any organization is only as good as the leaders and staff.

In ISHI's case, there is direct experience from former students that have led them to question the integrity of the organization and those who run it. In the case of the commenter, she only offers up the statement "I think that the ISHI school is great.". She never said if she was or was not a student of ISHI . She never claimed our experiences are mistaken and our conclusions incorrect. Most important, she never makes any real attempt to tell her side of the story.

If she does have an experience that contradicts that of myself and others, why not tell it? Why remain nameless if your story is as true and candid as our own? If you are so proud of ISHI to be motivated to comment on this decidedly anti-ISHI blog, wouldn't you stand as tall as John Hancock signing the Declaration of Independence?

To this commenter, the declaration "I think that the ISHI school is great." is sufficient. Is it to you?

"I pray that you will find something better to do with your time like taking care of yourself and healing from your past."

Now this is an interesting statement. While the commenter chose to remain anonymous, this particular choice of words is quite revealing. It appears to be from someone with more than a passing interest in a religious, new age type of cult. This person repeats the concepts of "healing" and "growth" - two concepts all we ex-culties heard every day and nearly every hour at the cult. Notice I say we "heard" those concepts. Rarely could we see or experience those concepts for ourselves.

The fact is, the intent and accomplishments of this blog are exactly the things this commenter says you, I and all our readers are failing to achieve - healing, taking care of our own well being. I have heard from many of this blog's readers this blog has helped them understand what happened at the Spiritual Rights Foundation and through this blog they have been empowered to begin the healing process and discover the strength they need to free themselves from the bonds of cult thinking and take that step to take care of themselves in the ways ISHI and SRF would not allow:

Things like professional treatment from people who truly care and have real training - far more in depth than the ten days ISHI Hypnosis instructors received and with real certification and licensing for real, proven treatments.

Things like the freedom to associate, the freedom to speak, the freedom to think for yourself.

We now have the freedom to succeed in the career of our choice, live where we please and own property for ourselves and our loved ones - rather than work at the pleasure of the cult and encumber your property with the crippling debt of the cult's tithe.

We can care for those we care about without having to hear the phrase "you are not your brother's keeper" spat from the mouths of the leaders and ringing in our ears.

We have the freedom to love who we choose and put that bond before the cult. We can choose how we conduct that relationship. We can protect the cohesion of our families and defend them from those who work to inject themselves into our closest and intimate relationships.

We have to freedom to live.

And isn't it true: "Freedom is the Essence of Life"

We never knew the real meaning of that pithy aphorism while we attended the Spiritual Rights Foundation and ISHI Hypnosis.

It's all clear to us now - We broke free from the bonds of tyranny and deception. We got our life back. But those still disengage their thoughts from the Spiritual Rights Foundation can't imagine life without the cult. And they can't accept we can live without it either.

We are here to tell our side of the story. A story that seekers like us can use to decide on their own spiritual path. And many have made a decision - their own decision.

As always, my purpose is to present the side of the SRF story told from those who had been there, revealing our experiences with the Spiritual Rights Foundation and ISHI Hypnosis in a truthful and candid manner. Unlike the coercion practiced at cultic organizations like SRF, I encourage my followers to make up their own mind.

If you disagree with me, that is your right. And speaking up and speaking out is your right. The First Amendment lives and breathes right here. If you would like to post a comment just like the comment I quote here, please do. In fact, comments give me and those reading this blog the seed to have an open and frank discussion.

All comments are welcome. But as I warned in a previous post, it is an OPEN forum. Your comment may attract opposing comments that you may care to rebut. That's the nature of an open forum. That kind of environment is unusual and intimidating to the cult devotees. They will have to get used to it. It what the United States of America and the First Amendment is all about.

The Academy for Psychic Studies - Good Riddance

2012-01-12T16:57:00.001-08:00

Since pro lacrosse left San Jose, I found a new sport to watch,
and watch, and watch, and watch...

As I hear it from more than one source, the ranks of the Academy for Psychic Studies have thinned to 2 or 3 (depending on who you talk to). We could have all predicted this earlier but one guy hit the nail on the head when he left this comment a couple of years ago:

The ones with a little life left are leaving fast. No student can stand the stench of their denial. Pretty soon it will just be Robin, Angela, Rick/Ross huddled around an apocalyptic fire incestuously reading each and denying that the wolves are at the door. Every once in a while as spat breaks out like vultures fighting over a carcass.

I guess this guy is either psychic or he knew what was going to happen because it was all too apparent.

The Witches of Ellsworth Street tried their best but they lost a war of their own making. In the same way Hitler lost a war to dominate a continent and oppress an entire class of people, the Witches have lost their fight to dominate and oppress the people who would have happily been of service to them - if the Witches had shown humanity, compassion and fairness.

The complete collapse of the Academy for Psychic Studies may have reduced the risk of further shenanigans for now. However, it's not eliminated for as long as Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin have the opportunity and the means to advance their evil agenda, as long as they have the desire to regain what they have lost, the Academy and the Witches will remain a threat to society.

I for one, will maintain my responsibility to the public by continuing to present our side of the Academy for Psychic Studies story - knowing that tigers don't change their stripes nor do Witches ever stop stirring the cauldron.

I am sure we all hope this worthless and destructive organization will close its doors by New Year's Day. Even though the Witches of Ellsworth Street are two of the laziest, conniving, parasitic, exploitative and controlling martinets who are forced to rely on a corpulent, overbearing, incompetent boot-licking idiot and a guy who is so burned out, he doesn't care nor can he move faster than molassas on a Winter's day, I hope it would take longer than New Year's Day.

I hope it will be quite a bit longer - and longer is better.

If you will all take your minds out of the gutter for a moment (or perhaps I should) I'll tell you what I mean: it is in our interest to see the final few at the Academy continue for as long as they can hold out because every month they stay open is another month they go without any new victims - and that costs them money.

An operation that costs money is abhorrent to Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin as it reduces their chance to skim the revenues for shopping sprees and religious retreats to luxury spas and resorts.

Why the Witches of Ellsworth haven't abandoned their fast-sinking ship doesn't make sense to me. After all, they won't work to keep the place alive. They won't work for anything at all! Running for the hills holding bags 'o cash like women possessed does make sense to me.

On the other hand, there is a scenario I think does make sense. For as long as they hold income properties, as long as they have some kind of revenue coming in, as long as those properties have low maintenance costs (and if you've lived there, you know how low it is) they need a tax-free entity to funnel and launder the money through. What's that for, you ask? If you've been at the Academy, you would have seen it by now. If you haven't been there, keep reading. You'll see it clear as day.

When the legal owner of the income properties is a non-profit religious organization that doesn't even have to file a tax return every year, what's the chance the operators of said org have an opportunity to fudge the books? What's the chance the two people at the top are somehow getting some kind of tax-free income, tax-free housing, cars and other perks? What would the people who control every dime that is paid into the organization try to get away with, for as long as no one looks and no one talks?

Well, I think you see it now.

That the Witches of Ellsworth Street are awash in new cars, personal homes, brokerage accounts, overpriced crappy-looking knick-knacks purchased from QVC, expensive but dowdy clothes for themselves and only the finest fashions for the golden child are just the beginning. Have you ever wondered how Angela could just walk back to her home and come back with a wad of cash? Why would a small church have stacks of Benjamin's stashed in the leader's home? Every wonder how Angela's tithe envelope got so thick? Ever consider she has the ability to fish it back out of the donation tray and bring it back home with her? Don't worry if you didn't - I didn't either until I saw her do just that.

Think of the assets "owned" by the Academy for Psychic Studies: the Blue Sky Ranch is owned by Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin (which I proved in the legal system, we got the deed. it was made out to them), Freedom Estates is "managed" by Angela Silva and Robin Dumolin - in fact, ALL Spiritual Rights Foundation/Academy for Psychic Studies "businesses" and holdings are "managed" by those two and no one else.

The secrecy around the organization and financial structure of the Academy as well as the deliberate obfuscation of who benefits and for what purpose is legendary. When cornered, Rev. Bill Duby would lash out: "Don't fuck with me when it comes to money!" I took that to mean: don't ask how I stole your money.

Bill would also say you should not ask about where his ill-gotten gains went. Actually he just said: "Don't let the left hand know what the right hand is doing." or something else that didn't make sense. Well, I guess he meant: "keep your left hand behind your back while my right hand picks your pocket." Now that makes sense to me!

Somehow, some way, somebody who knows where the skeletons are hidden and what kind of skulduggery is being conducted needs to speak out. As they are now on the ropes and are gasping for air, why would you fear them? What kind of loyalty or assistance do you owe two witchey women who did no more for you than keep you alive long enough to drain your blood? Is it fair they watch Oprah all day while you do an honest day's work? Is it fair they earn a dishonest profit from your honest work?

In their weakened state, the Witches of Ellsworth Street are in no position to come after you. They have been defeated in the Superior Court of California and have withdrawn from the world like the cowards they are. They are in the same vulnerable state and in the state of fear, uncertainty and doubt as they have kept you.

Let's keep them there. For all that is true and fair, if you know more about the unsavory financial practices at the Academy for Psychic Studies, make a confidential report to the appropriate agencies. Most will allow you to report anonymously. Consult with a specialist, if you feel that is appropriate - unlike the Witches, they will honor confidentiality.

Even if you don't have knowledge, participate in this blog (anonymously if you like) or start one of your own. Trust me, it's worth it.

However long it takes, the longer the Academy for Psychic Studies' death throes last, the more psychic pain and suffering will be created by the Witches on the ~~few~~ two who remain. Of course, as the Witches' exploits have a really bad habit of blowing back on them, I wouldn't be surprised if the witches start experiencing some pain and suffering of their own making

Spiritual Deception at the Academy for Psychic Studies

2012-01-07T21:55:00.000-08:00

So while perusing the previous SRF website, I ran into the following:

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The Spiritual Rights Foundation All Healing is Awakening unto who you truly are

At SRF everything is designed for you to get to know yourself in a whole new way - as SPIRIT! You are a divine, perfect, spiritual being! The trouble is we've all been conditioned to believe that we are the body/personality, the name label we are wearing, the thoughts and the emotions that flow through us. This is a misperception (sic), and it causes us to experience our lives as being separate from our Source, the God of our Heart

This is the cause of every form of dis-ease on the planet. If you truly KNEW that you were divine and perfect, a child of God, could you be sick or poor or have anything wrong with you whatsoever? NO!

You can experience the healing right now by recognizing that what you've just read is true. If you'd like to learn more, come in and get a healing, and you may find life is much more fun than you ever thought possible

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It's an amazing thing, that statement. I have no doubt those people believe what they are saying. What I have a problem with is that the people who wrote this very statement have their own agenda.

The lure of knowing you are a divine, perfect spiritual being is just too strong to ignore. In the 90's when we were all feeling guilty for, well, just about everything that happened the decade before, it was good to know that we still had value somewhere.

About this time, we were suffering from a hangover from the 80's and accepting that the 90's would be austere and not so self-indulgent (and it was until the dot-com explosion).

Spirituality was in its heyday in the 90's and in the middle of the 90's there was a burst of interest in the Spiritual Rights Foundation from a bunch of fresh young faces from the San Jose area.

Joy and I were two of them. There were a lot more. Too many more.

I think we were drawn in with the lure of finding peace and enlightenment. We did at first. But as we "arose in vibration", we saw more and more abuse. More and more exploitation.

I can't possibly describe it all but all of us who have been there know all of it.

It's a tough thing to sit down and consider how and why I and so many other got into this morass. For me, at least, it's something I have to do. I have to know what it is that drew me in.

A charismatic leader and all the trappings of knowing something new and all the bright and cheery things we thought we could have. Not so much that my own life was so bad, but it was missing something. It was something I just cannot put my finger on. At the time, my job was full of pressure and I was tired of trying to just keep pushing forward. I was ready to gather my knives and Cuisinart and head over to the Culinary Institute of America for a major career change.

I didn't. I got waylaid by some hooligans on the way to the Napa Valley. It was the Spiritual Rights Foundation, Bill Duby and the Witches of Ellsworth - except at the time, they didn't look so witchy and the cesspool of spiritual perversion looked so attractive.

Once in the door, they had me. As I got more and more involved in classes and all the rest, Bill found something in me. I think it was that I knew computers and the internet in more depth than anyone he met. I was plied with a mention of running the SRF web operation, having people around me who wanted to create. Bill even dangled a woman in front of me.

The last part was probably the worst. This gal wasn't evil and actually she is very interesting, engaging and quite a bit of fun to be around. Her only problem was that she was so hooked into the SRF way and Bill, it became obvious that her intentions were less about me and more about pleasing her captors.

The relationship was bizarre. Bill was not at all hesitant to use sexuality to hook in and motivate the men under his control. My relationship with this person was formed in front of the entire church, during a "trance" session. He dragged me up in front of everyone, used his power of hypnosis or whatever you want to call it to pull this gal up with me and "merge" our "auras" into one.

It worked OK for a while as all infatuations do. But the constant attention on our conduct, the frequent interference from Bill, the humiliation of everyone knowing what we did and did not do caused the expected ups and downs in the relationship.

We never really meshed. I can't go into details, but those of you who saw it can fill in the gaps for me. It's a situation that is important to disclose and I encourage people to do that if you like. I just can't do it myself.

I simultaneously loved and hated her. Well, it was more like a cycle. Love. Hate. Rinse. Repeat.

It's no wonder I was in a state of confusion worse than I had ever experienced.

What's the deception?

It was a simple but devious deception: the bait and switch.

What would motivate a young man better than the prospect of getting laid?

Well, having been a young man I'd say.... nothing.

Bill being a consummate con artist knew that too. In my presence, he spoke loud and long about getting me the hook-up and touted his skills as a "spiritual pimp" generously offering up women to his hormone-infested men.

But to the women, he told a different story.

This girl was told to keep her knees so close together, she could squeeze a dime into foil. In my presence, this girl would alternatively ply her womanly skills then complain mightily that I was just trying to get between her legs.

Through it all, the Reverend William Duby proudly boasted to the dazed and battered followers in his perverted "Friday Night Trance Class" only he had the divine ability to manipulate a young man and woman to do whatever the fuck he felt like making them do. Did I say "divine"? I meant "deranged". My bad...

You all know I met my wife at SRF. That is possibly the only good thing I got out of that place. She was there at the time.

Bill made sure she stayed out of the picture. He tore her away from me and "replaced" her personality with a pseudo-personality that worshipped the "relationship" between myself and this other woman.

I had no idea this was happening. Neither did most people. And when I did find out, I was livid. Certainly, I would have gone after Bill if God hadn't beat me to it, striking Bill down with a cardiac arrhythmia in front of the gathered congregation. Well, that was good enough for me.

It was deception just like I describe that ruled the day-to-day life of the Spiritual Rights Foundation. You would be told one thing. Everyone else something completely different. You were always caught unaware, always lacking the information you need to know and always without a clue what was expected and what was and was not acceptable.

No wonder so many people were emotionally devastated after their experience. No wonder so many SRF-arranged relationships failed. No wonder why the rate of suicidal thinking and suicide attempts set a new world record.

Although Bill is long dead, the manipulation still exists. But in a more subtle, quiet way. Some of it is so transparent, the victims could see it for what it is and made their exit quickly.

But far too many remain under their spell. It's not just the only remaining porcine sycophant and boot-licker who still believes. Many of those who left the cult still believe Rev. William Duby is a spiritual genius and worship him and all the perverted things he said, did and imagined. Those are the ones who drank the Kool-Ade. Those are the ones who will struggle with themselves and with the people around them.

These true believers who believe in the master but not the mistresses are not only victims of William Duby's deception and the attempts of the Witches of Ellsworth Street to perpetuate the exploitation, they are victims of their own spiritual deception.

By worshiping their tormentor while acknowledging the abuse, by diminishing and minimizing the scale and importance of the daily horror of financial, mental, spiritual and physical abuse, these true believers are putting off seeing what they can't face - the truth.

For them, the trauma of realizing how bad things were and the depth of the spiritual deception is more than their tender constitutions can bear. In a way, it makes those who have departed and faced the pain, the anger and the deep, unrelenting embarrassment of being an ex-cult member through therapy or other means appear far more courageous and more honest.

Honest?

Of course. In order to deal with Rev. William Duby's deception, you have to be not only candid about the experience you have to be honest about how that experience affected you. That involves being honest about how you feel about Duby - not just the Witches of Ellsworth. As many of those who have departed can't do that, they'll remain under the influence of the most poisonous Kool-Ade there is: the poison of self-deception.

To have made the courageous step of not only realizing the emperor has no clothes but saying so as well is the beginning of a journey into a free life without the tether of paranoia and deception from the Academy for Psychic Studies. That freedom has opened a new world to them - a world of opportunities and not limits, a world of curiosity without trepidation and a world with the freedom and self-determination to maintain assets and earnings for yourself and your family and to maintain your personal relationships without interference.

It is a big step. It's a step so gigantic and meaningful for the recently-departed of the Academy, it's overwhelming. It's so overwhelming for them, they continue their own deception for a simple reason: self-preservation.

To acknowledge the ocean of deliberate and purposeful acts of deceit, the acts of exploitation would cause the dam to break and the flood waters to surge and drown them in sadness, anger, embarrassment, frustration and all the rest. To continue the deception in their own minds and refuse to acknowledge the very issues that caused them to leave the wrought iron gate forever or refuse to talk about anything but the happy, blissful memories of the cult may feel like the right thing to do on an energy level but no matter how far you kick the can - sooner or later, you'll run out of road.

I have little hope the recently-departed will see the light, bite the bullet and let those backed-up emotions to come out while they receive the counseling and treatment they will need. There are many things in play that will keep those who left in the last few years from making even a baby step towards freedom:

The daily pummeling Bill Duby gave them created a fear of facing up to their own fears.
The staggering reality they are not perfect, divine beings but no more than mere human beings.
The shame of having lost so much of their lives to a madman and his witches.
Exposure to and adoption of the intense paranoia of Bill Duby and the Witches.
Addiction to making bad thoughts go away with the wave of a hand and the closing of their eyes.

There's no wonder why a small core group of former believers just won't ever see what really happened at the Academy for Psychic Studies. The only wonder is if they'll ever open their eyes.