Re: Scientologists are aliens!

brotherblue93@hotmail.com (Blue Resonant Human, Ph.D.) wrote in message news:<2eddbb8b.0410211653.169d16e9@posting.google.com>...

Erotic Green Spores <gs@lios.apana.org.au> wrote in message news:<ckvej3$e4c$1@yoda.apana.org.au>...

Watch out or the evil thetans will get you!

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Quid veritas est, eh, mi amigos?

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All thoth interethted in Thetan and thtuff, pleath thee: 

http://web.archive.org/web/19980424201032/http://www.brotherblue.org/topics.htm#S

 Scientology, Church of
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  o An Confidential Scientological UFO OT-VIII Teaching 
  o Antichrist described as being L. Ron Hubbard by 
  o Christ described as "raging homosexual child molester" by 
  o Hollywood, Scientology, Satanism and Suicide 
  o Hubbard and Crowley 
  o Hubbard on Morality 
  o Hubbard and the Occult 
  o Lucifer described as "Galactic Federation Illuminator" 
  o Ritual Magic and Scientology 
  o SRI's Scientological Magickians 

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Da Lord Doth Work in Zany and Sitcom (or do I mean Sitchin?) ways! 

Last night as the coyotes cruised each other noisily in the back 5000
acres, the Implicit Realm decided to download to me a nostalgic urge
for the "good old days", which for this particular conglomerate of
cosmic forces and fast Chinese food were in the 1996-1998 period. Ah,
what a time! Art Bell was firmly upon his golden late night radio
throne, and people were mesmerized. We were going to form a group
gestalt that would find Da Trooth! The internet was a relatively new
toy, and alien adventures were not just the subject of comic books,
but were enacted nightly in a bedroom near you!

Even I, your humble author, had some sessions with the famous and much
grieved Lord John Mack in April 1995. He truly was a loving kind soul,
albiet rather naive at times about the ways of mankind. Strange, for a
psychiatrist, he sure seemed to have little respect for the moronity
factor in humankind and its desire to KILL rather than be taken from
the box. I suppose many dime store saints are like that, and the man
was a saint. We just lost John Mack, although mediums are cashing in
already - one claims that John is in communication with her. So far
his messages have consisted of "Testing, One, Two, Three, Testing". I
can picture John tapping on a astral microphone and saying "Is this
mike on?" Attention K-Mart shoppers, John Mack is about to speak about
the Blue Light Special on Aisle 666.

Well, anyway (I am fast losing my 15 minutes of fame here...), it
occurred to me to pop back into alt.alien.visitors after an absence of
perhaps 6-7 years. Amazingly, I find BrotherBlue still here! Screw the
old homilies - sometimes you CAN go home for a few moments, even if no
one recognizes you. I was wondering if the old Blueness was even still
on this plane of existence, since there were rumors of liver ailments,
hepatitis, an incurable alien strand of irritable bowel syndrome, et
al. I also wondered what had become of the vaste and detailed Brother
Blue website with its obsession with magik and secret societies (like
the Fraternal Order of Enron Executives with over 10 billion in
selected foreign bank accounts). Of course, now Skull and Bones has
gone mainstream, and a local chapter has openned up in a nearby strip
mall in Tucson. Sigh.......

Wow, the power of the internet. In less than 1 hour, the grand pappy
of them all (the Bro Blue site) was all at my fingertips. It had
seemed to disappear long ago when the server serving it decided no
longer to server!

Alas! One note of concern. Why has this great missive been frozen in
time? While we all enjoy period pieces as we grow older (and I am
quite enjoying being in my early 50's, gives so much more leeway for
being outside the box, now permanently retired and living in relative
seclusion in the desert with a life long partner and enough books to
prompt under-the-breath curses from the moving van people), I am
dismayed that this great endeavor now has a sort of Smithsonian
Institute feel. Why no new updates? Has the sacred text been
sanctified and fossilized by the Council of Nicea (operating out of a
San Diego biker bar?).

Yet the genre continues to morph, even if it seems (to this old sand
salt) that the energy has dissipated greatly.

Come on people. Just because the year 2000 came and went without
apocalypse or the summation of the ufo paradigm into nice neat bullet
items that even the reality TV ditto heads could understand doesn't
mean the adventure is over. I always thought the millenium was vastely
overrated anyway. As I told a friend "Page me if the apocalypse starts
while I'm at Home Depot".

The Phoenix area and Arizona in general, seems to be an undiscovered
treasure trove of ufo activity. I am sincerely shocked! I have hiked
into the Sonoran Desert with backpack and seen things that Stephen
King would find scary! And I am NOT talking about the tedious "God
Appointed George Bush our President" political advertizements (this is
the most brain-dead right wing political state I have ever seen -
Alabama without the southern accents and humidity). But on another
level, a lot is going on. Does Dr. Salla have his protractor and
statistical control charts handy to explain it all in linear terms?
Probably, but he is clueless, turning this adventure into a comic book
series (The good aliens, the bad aliens, the Greys, the Blacks, the
Blues, the Greens, the Reptiles - my favorites - the Blonde Hunks - I
used to be one long ago....that sort of thing).

Well, life goes on, and what have I got as souveneirs? Books with
titles like PENETRATION, CONNECTIONS, TAKEN,  THE THREAT, REACHING FOR
REALITY, COMMUNION, and SIGHT UNSEEN. Hmmmmmmm....all those UFO books
seem to sum up my life to this point! The aliens have my cell phone
number but they seldom call anymore. Geez - get a few grey hairs and
some chronic health issues they are out of your life - shallow little
sperm whores!

I intuitively feel that I am probably retired from the alien nocturnal
circuit. At one point they had my crying in great hacking melo-drama
in my car at 3:00 a.m. in a remote spot, wondering how the f***k I
ended up there, but with that familiar "Someone's been sucking me dry"
feeling.   Now my greatest fear at that hour is having to get up to
take a pee, and hoping I don't encounter a scorpion that slipped into
the house (the little dime size ones are the most dangerous).

Happy Trails to you, cowboys and injuns. 

Pseeing You In All the Old Familiar Places