The Clear in ‘09

With the Dreams of Dr. Sardonicus on the turntable I resume tapping on this electronic tablet. Clarity is a level reached by few. It gives one the ability to see through reality in a new way. As to whether there is any dogmatic truth to any of it, that is only known by some wooden idol on some far away Island. Underneath every wooden statue are the Islanders that created it. Behind it, around, all over the Island. The idol sees all, and hears all but remains d & d and blind to it all. We stand among it and from it seek all the answers to it’s eternal life.

When we look into the depths of our soul we see nothing. There is only interpretation and its lense is thin.  I imagine this large wooden statue off on some far away Island-lost within the Horse latitudes. Within this wooden statue-large in scale-resides the ultimate dogmatic truth. All other systems of belief are erroneous in my imaginary belief system. Let’s say everyday I work toward making my imaginary Island real. My belief system becomes reprogrammed by the mega-data with which I bombard my sensory ciphers and censures. Soon my imaginary Island becomes real to me and now I feel it is my duty, my task, the uber-undertaking of my life; to enlighten others to the truth that I have found. Suddenly I, the witch doctor seek power. I look for others like myself to become my allies, I look for others who I feel are easily controlled to be my humble servants. I analyze all the master/slave psychological widgets in our modern and not so modern society. I master them, I utilize them. In the end I build my Island just the way I imagined it. I lead the Isrealites out of Egypt on to my Island. It is than that I proceed to systematically enslave them. All epistemological and metaphysical knowledge becomes controlled and censured. I build the huge wooden Idol but it is really me that I am building. In my little fantasy have I created a new religion or have I become God?

It is with these thoughts I will leave you on this brilliant early summer’s eve. I am know pleasantly, somewhat lightly intoxicated with a few Shiner beers from some German town in Texas. Not only is everything bigger and better in Texas, but they also got everything down ther’. As for Scientology and my little Island-they could be one in the same. I have become clear-my little graven image is the real McCoy-all your stuff about heavan and hell and all the virgins you get is pure cockamammy. You will fall down at the gates of what your belief system calls hell, you’ll cross the River Styx Like River Phoenix on some bunk designer heroin. YOu will be humbled and forever enslaved by my wooden Tiki Totemic Thunder Falcon Earth God. It’s face appears underneath its feathered outer costume and peers at you, eyes yellowy and bloodshot and wants your life stuff so it can feed its Monster Ego. Long live the Wooden Island Statue God. Clarity is mine-the clarity of Scientology. PS. this is for you and your checkbook to read before the next retreat.

All Praises! If Elron has re-incarnated-please give me a call-it’s lonely out here in bwain dwamage land!!!!!!!!Being the only one of sound mind I am sounding off…It’s Wednesday night, June 3rd, 2009 and it is three days until the 42nd anniversary of the anti-christ’s second coming. (unfortunately he died in a tricycle accident at the age of three-go figure…..)