Scientology

From: Bob Minton <bob@minton.org>
Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 22:06:39 -0400
Message-ID: <CmkSOF+xMdKxuAPi6Ux5Qa+YPsRy@4ax.com>

On Sat, 23 Oct 1999 18:47:08 -0500, noscieno@aol.com (NoScieno) wrote this wonderful piece of poetry in the thread Lisa Foundation Rejected in Clearwater with message id <38124906.0@news2.lightlink.com>:

Mirror mirror, on the wall,
Body Thetans itch and crawl.
Xenu nuked me long ago,
in non-existant volcanoes
I did not know this before now,
L. Ron Hubbard showed me how.
You don't believe me, I can see -
you haven't gone through OT Three?
Well, you'll find out soon or late,
then you'll know just why you hate
those who mock this silly fable,
tailored to destroy the able.
The eyes, it's said, mirror the soul.
Why are yours like lumps of coal?
Dimmed by endless Auditing,
dreams of Thetans taking wing
with Total Freedom to soar sky-high
and bank account squeezed bone-dry.
But worry not, or so you're told,
you're applying Tech of Gold.
Ensconced at Flag, and safe forever,
Standard Tech gives you the lever
guaranteeing your eternity
sacrificing this-life misery.
But no, you say, you're very glad.
The Bridge to Freedom can't be bad.
You're released from engrams mocked up
and never heard of Intro lock-up.
Those stories that the SPs tell
are only lies designed to quell.
You'll not be swayed nor spirit dissuaded
by those you know are just degraded.
Your religion is much derided,
the path that you alone decided,
is a threat to one-life-believers
who compulsively knock down achievers.
Mirror mirror on the wall.
You must be strong, and mustn't fall
like an infant from a cradle -
to your whole track would be fatal,
any doubts or misconceptions
not rooted out with no exceptions.
Millions that have gone before you
prove that Scientology *is* true!
Those who fail are insufficient
and lack your fortified committment.
No answer can there not be found
in voluminous tech that Ron expounds.
Look deep into your eyes this morning,
as you shave those whiskers aborning.
Is that confidence you see?
Or do those eyes cry desperately?
When no one's there to witness you,
does a small voice out of the blue
whisper "what if it's all lies?
What if there is no prize
awaiting when you drop the body?
Is it deception, cheap and shoddy?
Have you sold your soul (or Thetan)
to a manifest of Satan?"
You've taught yourself to shun that voice
by persuing your path of choice.
By now it's an instinctive reaction,
"knowingness" brings satisfaction
to your analytical mind -
the reactive one is left behind,
but never very far, it seems.
It's in your conscience, in your dreams.
You ignore it's peevish nuisance,
yet you can't deny it's presence.
Command Intention, Hubbard's will,
yet anon that voice will not be stilled.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
one day it will show you all.

snip >Nosey