The Oracle
Gold Meritorious Patron
Who am I?
Nobody important or with any power so please don't go into any hissy fit about the way my eyes see.
You will never know me, or see me, or be in a position of mercy from me so it is only a matter of interest for you.
I sort of see these forums as a grade zero process.
If you could say anything what could you say?
And people begin to say.
It doesn't bother me that Hubbard took drugs or lied about something or came up with solutions that did not work for me.
I walk into Wal Mart and see objects I do not want to buy.
I don't go to the customer service desk and bitch about what I don't care to be pleased by at the store.
Sometimes I buy food beyond the expiration date and do not throw a hissy fit at the customer service counter.
I don't care about uniforms or "proper identies".
I left a theatre when I was 14. Went in to a fancy restaurant to use the restroom and found a girl dying on the toilet from an overdose of heroin. The needle was sticking in her arm and she was leaned against the wall.
I backed out and went up to the bartender and told him. He said he would call 911.
I was living on my own at that time and did not want to get mixed up with the police.
I waited outside of the place for 20 minutes and no help came for the girl.
I went back in and asked the bartender what was up and he said he forgot in the busy lunchour and would call right away for help.
I went back outside and waited again for another 20 minutes and no help had come.
But, he was a grown up in a uniform in a respectable position of charge and responsibility so I trusted him.
I went back with the knowledge this human was dying and asked him why nobody was there to help her and he blew up at me!
"Listen you little bitch, I don't want to fuck up the lunch hour traffic!"
I ran out right away and began running down the block looking for a police officer.
I found one finally and got him to call for help and ran back to the restaurant.
Within five minutes an ambulance showed up with six or seven police and they dragged her out.
She was alive then but died on the floor in front of us.
That's when I got over the uniform effect.
Men with money agenda's.
It wasn't the first dead person I'd seen, the second from a heroin overdose.
I saw a guy die from it a few months earlier in a shooting gallery.
They carried him out in hallway and left him there.
I went to the corner and called the police to report it so someone would come and take the body.
Three days later I was still calling and finally the police officer blew up at me on the phone telling me how New York City police were overworked and since he was dead he wasn't a threat.
They came three days later after the body was all blown up and swelling.
Later, in the Sea Org, I saw 16 year old kids that didn't know how to drive put in charge of ruling the world. A.K.A. CMO.
I saw how fucking crazy they were.
I saw people in a trance. I saw peopled surrendered.
I overdosed from heroin when I was 15 in a shooting gallery in the East Villiage. Yep, whatever you can mock up from that sentance it was ten time worse, the whole package.
I was dead myself for all purposes and about to float on when I realized I had hit the bottom of low as low you can get. I was really familiar with the underbelly of existance.
I set a goal to rise above it all the way to the top and that make me come back to life.
So from there I stumbled into the why behind it all.
I made it from there at 14 to a clear by the time I was 21.
People bitch because Hubbard really didn't have all the proper credentials.
They bitch and blame him for all the fucking groupies that came along and put on a really poor act for a copy of him.
He was published writer and not perfect by any means.
I have met the most dangerous people on the planet and managed to see the good and humane part of them.
This is MY grade zero of these forums and maybe the last post I will ever make.
I saw him as the King of Gypsies with three feet into the magic, five feet into the "proper introduction into society" to make the magic known at all, and 100 feet into all other dimensions.
You could have taken everything he wrote and put it into my hands and I could have made something beautiful out of it.
I regret that I did not do all of that but trust in my own fate that it was not my mission.
Maybe you have the same issue.
I am sorry about all of us including myself that joined staff, contributed to this thing and fucked by dark forces etc etc.
In the end, better to have known than not is my final review.
I am sorry for those of you I have offended by my view of Hubbard as a great man and for those of you that once saw this possibility too.
MMaybe you have moved on to a place I did not visit yet.
I have known many many great men that will not apprear on your newstands.
If Hubbard had not taught me of all the blackness to come down on the Chruch I would not have beleived it with my own eyes.
He spoke of it many times.
I do not see him as the man who ought to be suppressed, harmed or attacked by me personally.
I've seen it from all angles.
I could not have said it with confidence before.
But the fucking science with the meter is just too hard facts to ignore.
Especially with the meter on solo auditing.
I saw things that surpassed my wildest imagination.
I saw things I would never had invented myself.
I even saw things that violated my reality.
But the science was there to lead me.
This is how far down we have sunk that we have to rely on science at all to prove things to us beyond out own knowingness.
If It were not for the science I could not have believed it.
I don't care if Hubbard took drugs or wrote advices that did not work out for the workers.
The fact that he knew of a kid locked in a chain locker and let it go by caused me to to never surrender.
That does not invalidate the magic he led me to.
Anyone could lay me out in public and make me look like a DB if they really put forth the effort.
Would that discount what you can feel about me?
I love Hubbard.
He is the glue that bought us all here together today.
Great men have great flaws.
I will not apologize for them or my love for them.
I have run the clearing course platens.
My love is not synthetic.
I love that he bought us all here together right now.
I am an explorer and so are you.
I know, you know, you wanted to be taken somplace new.
We have had a better life, than those who never knew.
If we beat up the scouts soon nobody will be left standing to lead us anywhere.
That does not mean I am a blind loyalist.
It just means I can appreciate the gifts.
It is all a gift to me.
You, him, the whole fucking package.
T.I.
Nobody important or with any power so please don't go into any hissy fit about the way my eyes see.
You will never know me, or see me, or be in a position of mercy from me so it is only a matter of interest for you.
I sort of see these forums as a grade zero process.
If you could say anything what could you say?
And people begin to say.
It doesn't bother me that Hubbard took drugs or lied about something or came up with solutions that did not work for me.
I walk into Wal Mart and see objects I do not want to buy.
I don't go to the customer service desk and bitch about what I don't care to be pleased by at the store.
Sometimes I buy food beyond the expiration date and do not throw a hissy fit at the customer service counter.
I don't care about uniforms or "proper identies".
I left a theatre when I was 14. Went in to a fancy restaurant to use the restroom and found a girl dying on the toilet from an overdose of heroin. The needle was sticking in her arm and she was leaned against the wall.
I backed out and went up to the bartender and told him. He said he would call 911.
I was living on my own at that time and did not want to get mixed up with the police.
I waited outside of the place for 20 minutes and no help came for the girl.
I went back in and asked the bartender what was up and he said he forgot in the busy lunchour and would call right away for help.
I went back outside and waited again for another 20 minutes and no help had come.
But, he was a grown up in a uniform in a respectable position of charge and responsibility so I trusted him.
I went back with the knowledge this human was dying and asked him why nobody was there to help her and he blew up at me!
"Listen you little bitch, I don't want to fuck up the lunch hour traffic!"
I ran out right away and began running down the block looking for a police officer.
I found one finally and got him to call for help and ran back to the restaurant.
Within five minutes an ambulance showed up with six or seven police and they dragged her out.
She was alive then but died on the floor in front of us.
That's when I got over the uniform effect.
Men with money agenda's.
It wasn't the first dead person I'd seen, the second from a heroin overdose.
I saw a guy die from it a few months earlier in a shooting gallery.
They carried him out in hallway and left him there.
I went to the corner and called the police to report it so someone would come and take the body.
Three days later I was still calling and finally the police officer blew up at me on the phone telling me how New York City police were overworked and since he was dead he wasn't a threat.
They came three days later after the body was all blown up and swelling.
Later, in the Sea Org, I saw 16 year old kids that didn't know how to drive put in charge of ruling the world. A.K.A. CMO.
I saw how fucking crazy they were.
I saw people in a trance. I saw peopled surrendered.
I overdosed from heroin when I was 15 in a shooting gallery in the East Villiage. Yep, whatever you can mock up from that sentance it was ten time worse, the whole package.
I was dead myself for all purposes and about to float on when I realized I had hit the bottom of low as low you can get. I was really familiar with the underbelly of existance.
I set a goal to rise above it all the way to the top and that make me come back to life.
So from there I stumbled into the why behind it all.
I made it from there at 14 to a clear by the time I was 21.
People bitch because Hubbard really didn't have all the proper credentials.
They bitch and blame him for all the fucking groupies that came along and put on a really poor act for a copy of him.
He was published writer and not perfect by any means.
I have met the most dangerous people on the planet and managed to see the good and humane part of them.
This is MY grade zero of these forums and maybe the last post I will ever make.
I saw him as the King of Gypsies with three feet into the magic, five feet into the "proper introduction into society" to make the magic known at all, and 100 feet into all other dimensions.
You could have taken everything he wrote and put it into my hands and I could have made something beautiful out of it.
I regret that I did not do all of that but trust in my own fate that it was not my mission.
Maybe you have the same issue.
I am sorry about all of us including myself that joined staff, contributed to this thing and fucked by dark forces etc etc.
In the end, better to have known than not is my final review.
I am sorry for those of you I have offended by my view of Hubbard as a great man and for those of you that once saw this possibility too.
MMaybe you have moved on to a place I did not visit yet.
I have known many many great men that will not apprear on your newstands.
If Hubbard had not taught me of all the blackness to come down on the Chruch I would not have beleived it with my own eyes.
He spoke of it many times.
I do not see him as the man who ought to be suppressed, harmed or attacked by me personally.
I've seen it from all angles.
I could not have said it with confidence before.
But the fucking science with the meter is just too hard facts to ignore.
Especially with the meter on solo auditing.
I saw things that surpassed my wildest imagination.
I saw things I would never had invented myself.
I even saw things that violated my reality.
But the science was there to lead me.
This is how far down we have sunk that we have to rely on science at all to prove things to us beyond out own knowingness.
If It were not for the science I could not have believed it.
I don't care if Hubbard took drugs or wrote advices that did not work out for the workers.
The fact that he knew of a kid locked in a chain locker and let it go by caused me to to never surrender.
That does not invalidate the magic he led me to.
Anyone could lay me out in public and make me look like a DB if they really put forth the effort.
Would that discount what you can feel about me?
I love Hubbard.
He is the glue that bought us all here together today.
Great men have great flaws.
I will not apologize for them or my love for them.
I have run the clearing course platens.
My love is not synthetic.
I love that he bought us all here together right now.
I am an explorer and so are you.
I know, you know, you wanted to be taken somplace new.
We have had a better life, than those who never knew.
If we beat up the scouts soon nobody will be left standing to lead us anywhere.
That does not mean I am a blind loyalist.
It just means I can appreciate the gifts.
It is all a gift to me.
You, him, the whole fucking package.
T.I.
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