Resurrection of the Space Gods

22 04 2008

Mummies, equally incomprehensible and not yet convincingly explained, stare at us from the remote past as if they held some magic secret. Various peoples knew the technique of embalming corpses, and archaeological finds favour the supposition that prehistoric beings believed in return to a second life, i.e. a corporeal return… Drawings and sagas actually indicated that the ‘gods’ promised to return from the stars in order to awaken the well-preserved bodies to new life.
Erich Von Däniken, Chariots of the Gods





Iron Man Review- Is it awesome?

14 04 2008

About a week ago I got a call from my friend who works at Greater Union cinemas, asking me if I wanted to see the premier of the new Iron Man film. I said yes (followed by about 20 exclamation marks). I should probably start this review off with a confession- I love comics. I love superheroes. And I love films based on superheroes.

Only problem is that most superhero films are, basically, crap. They’re guilty pleasures for me- Spiderman was okay, The Hulk was interesting, X-Men started well but nose-dived at 3- the problem is that when it comes to live action, it’s hard to avoid something that looks like a big budget version of Power Rangers. In my opinion, the most successful adaptations have been animated- The Incredibles and Bruce Timm’s Batman and Justice League series and- wait, before I get into my uber geeky dissection of the film I should tell you it’s awesome. Probably the best live action superhero film I’ve ever seen, and my friend (not a comics fan, although she has been known to enjoy a bit of R Crumb) loved it too.

Why was it the best? It’s partly the concept- the idea of a superhero in a robotic suit is more plausible than gamma rays and spider bites and kids from Krypton, and translates beautifully on the screen, the visuals inspired by the very excellent art of Adi Granov. The special effects are fantastic, with action scenes that reminded me of the awesomeness (expect a lot of that word, I had a big weekend and I’m running on caffeine) of Transformers and the Terminator films.

But unlike those blockbusters, this film has both a heart and a brain. Iron Man was originally written in 1963, the year that America entered the Vietnam War; as Tony Stark he was a millionaire playboy, inventor and arms dealer who created his suit after being captured by the Viet Cong during a weapons test. In 2008, with America is embroiled in the eighth year of a war many are comparing to Vietnam, this film has a very contemporary subtext.

Superheroes are an especially American mythology, combining that nation’s superpower status with its earnest desire to do good; Iron Man turns what was a straightforward comic about one man battling the Red Menace into a surprisingly nuanced meditation on the arms industry and the great responsibility that comes with great power. Stark is a lone dreamer in the mould of Thomas Edison, whose idealistic genius is contrasted with the amoral corporation which sells weapons to terrorists behind his back. He represents the American interventionist dream, fighting only to save lives and undo his past wrongs, using über-advanced computer targeting to take out hostage-grabbing villains with their guns to children’s heads; but living in the shadow of the nuclear bomb his father created.

But if that’s not your thing, don’t worry, the film never bashes you over the head with its point, and there’s plenty else to enjoy

If you’re a geek like me you’ll love the references to SHIELD (no Samuel L Jackson Nick Fury unfortunately), an appearance by the butler Jarvis as a computerised voice, the Moneypenny-esque tension between Pepper Pots and her boss- a little love story that walks the line between too much and too little very nicely, the cover story involving Iron Man as Tony Stark’s bodyguard, and a cameo by Stan Lee, without which no Marvel adaptation would be complete. (And I may have seen Condoleeza Rice in the background in a ballroom scene, but that can’t be right, can it…?)

For non-geeks, the plotting is tight, the pace is gripping and cast is… um, awesome. Robert Downey Jr puts his charisma to good use in the title role, alternately as a loose-living playboy with foreshades of alcoholism and a brooding hero out to do good while he still can. In several scenes he convincingly delivers dialogue to robotic arms, which is something of a feat. Gwyneth Paltrow is a nice counterpoint as Pepper Potts- haven’t seen her in anything in a while, but she gets some of the best scenes, and avoids being the token Love Interest for the most part. Jeff Bridges, The Dude from The Big Lebowski, is miles away from that role, but makes a great villain.

I was going to attempt a deconstruction of the themes in the film, but I think it’s getting too late for that, and they’re not too hard to spot. So I’ll just give you my final thought and rating.

FINAL THOUGHT

I’m not much of an Iron Man expert- I knew him mainly from The Ultimates- but I’ve taken advantage of my Marvel Online subscription in the last few hours to read the first dozen or so comics with him in them, and the film is very faithful to them- updating the action from Vietnam to Afghanistan, of course, even reproducing the original hulking, grey armour as Iron Man Mark I. Unless director Jon Favreau was lying to me, the screening here in Sydney which I just got back from was one of the first in the world; and I think there’s something fitting given the similarities between Iron Man and Australia’s favourite outlaw, Ned Kelly.

Iron Man and Ned Kelly- Separated at Birth?

RATING: 9/10

Being in the same theatre as Robert Downey Jr, Naomi Watts and Rove McManus is probably responsible for some of my gushing, but I’m hard pressed to think how this film could have been better, something that is very rare for me. I’m happy that I finally have a live-action superhero movie which delivers on all levels. If the public at large loved it half as much as I did, I’ll still love it twice as much. And I’ll be able to look forward to a sequel.





Space Gods Bring Love

10 04 2008

Space Gods Bring Love

Text taken from The Maitraya by Raël (Claude Vorilhon).





Are You A Starseed?

10 04 2008

Are You A Starseed

Text taken from The Starseed Quiz, with slight alterations.





Space Gods Bring Love

8 04 2008

The second sketch in the series that started with “Are You A Starseed?” This one takes text from “The Maitreya” by Raël. The book is free on the Raëlian website (although you have to give them your email address); it made me think about the differences between Raëlism and Scientology; both Hubbard and Raël claim to be Maitreya (the future Buddha), and claim that they represent the culmination of Buddhist teaching. The claim is pretty arrogant in either case, but at least Raël’s main teaching is love, and he provides it for free.  Hubbard’s seems to start off from self-centred improvement, grows into to esoteric gobbledygook and will hurt your wallet from day one.

I wasn’t sure whether I should post this, partly because it’s a pretty lazy sketch, and partly because I finished the actual painting based on it earlier today; if all goes well I should be able to scan both of the paintings tomorrow and post them online.  I’m thinking of doing them as a triptych; only problem is I can’t remember what the third one was going to be; must be those bodily thetans interfering with my memory.  I think it might have been something to do with the Exopolitics Institute... that or The Environment.

In other news, managed to find both Voyage to Venus and That Hideous Strength from C. S. Lewis’ Space Trilogy; I found the first one, Out of the Silent Planet, too, but I remember it being a far inferior book to the later two, so I decided to skip it.  I’m looking forward to rereading them now I know a bit about Olaf Stapledon; Lewis’ villain is based on him.





Starkids

6 04 2008

Part 1 The Starchildren

The skull you see above this post was found in Mexico, 60 or 70 years ago by an American girl, in a cave near her village. It was found along with the rest of its skeleton, which once belonged to a child approximately 5 years old; beside it were the remains of an adult woman. The American girl kept these remains until her recent death, and they passed along until they reached the hands of a couple, also American.

The skull has is obviously deformed, with a cranial capacity larger than that of an adult (1600cc, 200cc larger than a fully-grown adult’s).[ref wikipedia] The back of the skull is flattened, and the optic nerve is at the base of the eye-socket instead of at the back, and seems to lack frontal sinuses. It is a strange skull, and to one group, The Starchild Foundation, it is clearly one of three things: “ (1) a pure alien Gray type; (2) a Gray-human hybrid; or (3) the most bizarre human deformity since The Elephant Man.” If it turned out to be either of the former, this skull could well turn out to be the most amazing discovery of our times; Lloyd Pye, an “alternative” knowledge expert, and the lead figure of the Starchild foundation, arranged for DNA testing.

The skulls have been dated to about 900 years ago; and mitochondrial DNA testing shows that the woman with whom the Starchild is buried is not its mother. But as to whether its an alien, or alien hybrid, the kid has normal X and Y chromosomes, indicating that he was probably fully human, and a boy. But where does that leave the alien-like head? [1]

A child with hyrocephaly

The most obvious solution is hydrocephaly, a condition where cerebrospinal fluid builds up inside the brain. In children, where the bones of the skull have not yet fused, this results in the skull enlarging dramatically, altering not only its size but also the position of the eyes and nose. So does this explain it? Not quite. Lloyd Pye points out that there is a dramatic difference between a hydrocephalic skull, where the expansion is uniform, and the Starchild skill, with its odd, pointed shape.[2]

The answer is to be found in another collection of weird skulls. I first found out about these through one of Erich Von Daniken’s books. All over the world, from Egypt to Peru, to Australia to North America, strange, elongated or heart shaped skulls have been found. Described variously as the remnants of long-lost hominids, antediluvian giants or alien hybrids like the Starchild, I used to think they were well-made fakes. Turns out they’re very real.

A living example of head-binding

As demonstrated by hydrocephaly, the skulls of infants are very pliable. Certain ancient society’s figured out that by binding or tying boards onto their heads, children could be grown, like bonsai kittens, into eerily alien-like shapes. The Mayans are the most well-known examples, with their flattened foreheads, but others, all over the world, practiced more or-less dramatic examples, a practice that continues in some places into the present day.[3] Tellingly, the Choctaw and other Native American peoples in the region where the skull was found practised head-binding. Even more tellingly, the woman buried with the Starchild had a cradle-board flattened head.[4]

Lloyd Pye and his Starchild

Individually, neither cradle-boarding nor hydrocephaly can explain the Starchild; together, they do make a very convincing case, despite Lloyd Pye’s somewhat disingenuous claims to the contrary. Now if only he would stop playing with the poor kid’s skull…

The comet Kohoutek

Part 2 Starseeds

That might have be the end of that, but for the fact that the unusual Hydrocephalic skull of an ancient Amerindian has found itself the poster-boy for a movement of equally alien, but less visually dramatic, origins. The origins of the Starseed movement, alive and flourishing online as any google search will tell you, seem to date back to 1973, when Timothy Leary, psychologist and counterculture icon, received a psychic vision; possibly with the help of other four other telepaths in Folsom Prison where he was incarcerated on a charge of possession of illegal drugs. His piece describing his vision is heavily symbolic, a rush or revelations and musings, almost undecipherable; the gist seems to be that the coming of the comet Kahoutek symbolised the potential opening of a New Age.

Life is an interstellar communication network. Life is disseminated through the galaxies in the form of nucleotide templates. These “seeds” land on planets, are activated by solar radiation. and evolve nervous systems. The bodies which house and transport nervous systems and the reproductive seeds are constructed in response to the atmospheric and gravitational characteristics of the host planet, the crumbling rock upon which we momentarily rest.[5]

He was probably talking loosely about Panspermia, the hypothesis that life could have been brought here from space, tiny bacteria living in meteors which would crash into planets like our own and then bloom into life, evolving over time into the complex eco-systems we see today. But between 1973 and today, others have interpreted this passage differently. Although the specific beliefs of those who think they are Starseeds, and those who work with them vary considerably, a rough background might look something like this:

the Comet Kahoutek in 1973, and the Hale-Bopp Comet in 1995. These two comets were a symbol which was used by the Oneself to depict the arrival of The Star Children onto the Earth Plane. They depicted for us, in physical space, the opening of an Energy Gate (Kahoutek), and a closing (Hale-Bopp), which announced to us that something very special had been completed in the unfolding of Earth’s Master Plan.

Something very similar happened with the appearance of a bright star which shined over the birthplace of Jesus, as witnessed by The Magi (wise men, astrologers, magicians). These mystical researchers knew how to read the physical environment, so they could see the deeper implications of what was happening. Our “Star Kids” came to us over a period of years, in overlapping generations, riding the Golden Ray of Cosmic Christ Consciousness. They are Generations X, Y, and Z………….and they carry within them the seeds (Multidimensional Software and Concepts) of Meta-Human Consciousness.

A “Star Child,” by this criteria, would be defined as someone who was carried in through the Kahoutek-Hale-Bopp Energy Stream………….would be most likely a member of Generation X, Y, or Z………..or someone who has had a significant energy “upgrade” experience to reconnect them to this source. They could also have such an upgrade by experiencing a one-on-one encounter with some being or beings who exist beyond the boundaries of our human “box.” [6]

Living among us, then are potential saviours, beings possessing alien spirits, DNA or every hyper-DNA, depending on who you believe.

So if you are a Starseed, how do you know? Well, chances are you won’t remember; you were born into a place (earth) which is “very dense, high in negative ego.” There are many tests and descriptions online; they have their differences, and their overlaps.

Some features are stereotypically “New Age”:

Do you enjoy thunderstorms?
Do you occasionally (or, more often) sleep in the nude?
Are you an avid reader?
Do you have a special fascination for pyramids?
Do you have a special fascination for mushrooms?
Does the word Atlantis ring some sort of bell in your memory?
Is the thought that you might contain genes from aliens seem positive?
[7]

Others go down a more supernatural route, pushing the Christ-parallels with miraculous events surrounding the Starchild:

The child’s birth was notable for there being a strange presence or figure in the delivery room. or an aura (glow) noted around the child or their crib.

Sometimes, when the child goes by an amber sodium-vapor-plasma streetlight, the light goes out, particularly if the child is emotionally charged

The child exhibits mental telepathy (silent mind-to-mind communication).

The child engages in actions, rituals or ceremonies of their own design which are intended to impart healing to a person, an animal, a plant, or a particular place on the Earth. = 1. [If the child has brought a completely-dead animal, plant, person, or ecological area back to life by such healing, then the score for this question = 5.][8]

The writer of the last question is a bit of a world-weary cynic; apparently performing a full, honest-to-goodness resurrection only gets you 5 points out of the 12 you need to qualify as a Starchild.

The most common pattern of questions, however, suggest a poignant feeling of alienation expressed by most starseeds:

You will have a feeling of un-belonging for much of your life. You will have noticed that siblings and children in other families have a “belonging” with their family that you don’t have. Somehow “fitting in” is something that never happens to you unless you find other Starseed. Then you will suddenly you feel “got” or understood and it feels wonderful.[9]

You like to escape into flights of creative fantasy and will build whole “ideal worlds” in your head. You are also drawn to the hallucinogenic experience to enhance this[10]

The child mentioned recalling his/her “other parents” out among the stars, or expressed a longing to go back to his/her “real home” out in the cosmos.[11]

You find yourself detaching from your old identity and are dissociating from your old way of life

You find your ego desperately trying to hold on to the old ways of doing things

You are experiencing discomfort… like your whole world falling apart [12]

Feel free to follow the links at the bottom of this post to find out if you are, in fact, a Starseed. But if the answer is yes, if you are an alien being, or some sort of hyrid, sent to live out an exile on this lonely planet, what next? You are here on a mission:

Wanderers are described as beings who have evolved to a point of physical and spiritual maturity, which compels them to compassionately reach their hands out to any entities in the universe who call for help. Ra further states that these individuals are from all reaches of the infinite creation. And they are bound together by a common and very singular purpose; to serve those in need.[13]

The obvious parallel here is to the concept of the Bodhisattva within the Mahayana tradition of Buddhism; like these beings, the Starseeds are higher entities who descent into the world of gross matter to help beings on a lower plane of consciousness, motivated by pure compassion. It’s one of the most beautiful concepts in Buddhism, and one that has been widely adopted by New Age movements. As we’ve seen in earlier posts, there’s been a temptation recently for people to try to translate metaphysical ideas into a scientistic form that they find more plausible; gods become aliens, heaven is becomes outer space. Richard Boylan, a Star Kid researcher, mentions Jesus, Moses, Buddha and the Baha’u’llah as Avatars sent by Star Visitors.[14] And in recasting religion as science, we can also recast science as saviour:

Humanity once had a healthy balance to future-fear. In the 30s & 40s, humanity held a high future-hope for 2000 becoming the Utopia-era created by advanced technology and science. Decade by decade the utopia hope has faded away. Now, I honestly believe that hope has replaced utopia with images of wastelands. The belief in science and technology has been replaced with blame – and yet, science/technology are just inanimate tools … There is still plenty of time to learn to use those tools correctly – as the first photographs of this planet taken by astronauts, awakened a planetary perception, a world-view of ecology – I believe, an even more evolved perception, a Universe-view of life, will be achieved once existence of our cosmic visitors becomes accepted and understood.[15]

So where does the Starseed idea’s appeal come from? Originally, the people diagnosed as ‘Starseeds’ were literally children; and the phenomenon is a variation on the Indigo Children movement which you can read about on Wikipedia. Children have always seemed uncanny, wonderful and wise beyond their years to their parents; seeing them as alien saviours is an understandable conceit.

The specifics also represent an attempt to engage with modern youth in a way that is at least sincere, if not particularly sceptical. Here is Daniel Jacob’s description of Starseed society, which he sees on centred on a love of Gangsta Rap:

Each “gansta” has an inner-circle, and each member of that circle forms another circle, and so on. It is government by the locals, and distant politics and social manipulations only make sense if they connect to what is happening inside the immediate circle. It isn’t isolationism, really. It’s simply called FOCUS.

The ancient edict of Pagan Society was found in this simple law: “Do what you will, harm none.” Gangstas of today cannot yet adhere completely to this law, because the society in which they live is still very hostile and invested in property, principle, and prejudice. Indeed, their whole concept of themselves is incomplete, though it contains many helpful clues about what is to come. [16]

A more insightful point, though, can be found a few paragraphs earlier:

Ask a “Star Child” what she wants to be when she grows up. Her answer? “I dunno.”
[17]

A lack of direction is a widely observed feature of Generation Y; whether it’s real or not is up for debate, but I tend to think there’s some truth in it. I don’t think it stems from our cosmic mission; it’s more a product of the rootlessness, the celebrity culture and media overload of the modern world. As Tyler Durden puts it in Fight Club “We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact.” [18]

Returning for a moment to the Indigo Children, I should probably mention that an important factor in parents seeing their offspring as Indigos or Starseeds is a refusal to accept diagnosis of ADD or Learning Difficulties; they show the same dislike of psychiatry and its materialistic reductionism that L. Ron Hubbard and the Scientologists like to play on. One common aspect of Starseed quizzes addresses this:

The child is misunderstood by the school system, mislabeled “Attention Deficit Disorder” or “Learning Disability” (because s/he is bored, under-challenged, or put off by the “normal” children’s learning pace); or mislabeled “Hyperactivity Disorder” (because of fidgetiness in the classroom out of boredom, or because of their thoughts directed to more challenging subjects, or because the child is highly focused on a topic of interest and perseveres much longer than is considered “normal”); or mislabeled “Learning Disabled” (because s/he sees and points out the connections between the subject being taught and other subjects, (such as history-math-science-art connections) when the teacher only wants to hear about the one subject being taught.) [19]

All this doesn’t yet address the large number of adults who retroactively identify as starseeds (and if you’re too old to be a Starseed, you can still be Star-awakened according to Star Theology). The answer, I think, is in the prevailing theme of alienation found in the quizzes. The themes of feeling different from those around you, from your parents and friends is a feature of all of them, alongside vaguer symptoms involving high or low body temperature, weak or strong immune systems and other factors which allow any identity-seeking websurfer to find a correlation with their biography without too much hassle.

By identifying as a Starseed, or an Indigo Child, or a vampire, faery, anthropomorphic animal or whatever else, we can turn our fears of difference into positives; we can give a definite form to our vague sense of destiny; we ‘discover’ that we are not like others, we are better.

This feeling of alienation might be more common in the modern West than in the past (although there’s no real way of knowing) but it has always been there throughout history. Rather than trot out another reference to Gnosticism or Buddhism, the parallel I’d like to draw is with the idea the Catholic Saint Augustine expresses in the City of God. He describes Christians as peregrini, wanderers. They live in the world, but they are not of it; their true home is in the City of God, with their heavenly Father. Take away the specifics, and the language is eerily similar.

St Augustine and his mother, Monica

One Starseed describes his situation in a series of terse confessions:

I related very strongly to the book “E. T. 101.”

I’ve disengaged from my old identity and find myself detached from the human way of life.

I continue to have a very strong desire to serve humanity.

On July17, 1999, while in Miami on business, I was standing by the water next to my hotel. Towards dusk I saw an oval-shaped, white, stationary object in the sky. It hovered in place for about 45 seconds and then was lost behind moving clouds.[20]

Ultimately, his alien parents emulate the absent human ones they were meant to replace; playing a cruel game of hide and seek.

Believing you are an alien hybrid might be less healthy than recognising that some loneliness and displacement is an inescapable part of the human condition, which we all can face and overcome, but it is understandable. As one chatroom user put it “its a lonely life, being different.”

References

[1] http://www.theness.com/articles.asp?id=37

[2] http://www.starchildproject.com/Research_Hydro.html

[3] http://wiki.bmezine.com/index.php/Cranial_Binding

[4] http://www.starchildproject.com/Research_Cradle.html

[5] http://www.lycaeum.org/books/books/starseed/starseed.shtml

[6] http://www.reconnections.net/why_are_they_called.htm

[7] http://home.earthlink.net/~pleiadesx/starquiz.htm

[8] http://www.drboylan.com/starkididqstnr.html

[9] http://www.book-of-thoth.com/article1702.html

[10] http://www.book-of-thoth.com/article1702.html

[11] http://www.drboylan.com/starkididqstnr.html

[12] http://www.fromthestars.com/page143.html

[13] http://www.fromthestars.com/page142.html

[14] http://www.drboylan.com/revhxhomosap.html

[15] http://home.earthlink.net/~pleiadesx/chaptr5.htm

[16] http://www.reconnections.net/starchild1.htm

[17] http://www.reconnections.net/starchild1.htm

[18] http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Fight_Club_%28film%29

[19] http://www.drboylan.com/starkididqstnr.html

[20] http://www.fromthestars.com/page144.html





A Night with the Scientologists

1 04 2008

I went on an excursion with 3 friends tonight to the Scientology Office here in Sydney. I’m going to have to be careful that this doesn’t turn into a Scientology blog with all these posts on the subject, but it was a bloody interesting experience, in a surreal way.

The Office is open until 10pm every weeknight, and in fact was still well staffed when we got there around 7pm… apparently Scientologists don’t go home. We went from work, and after a few minutes hanging outside the door, giggling nervously and working out whether or not we should make up a cover story explaining our presence, we went in. Deciding to be straight-up, we just told them that we were just interested in taking the free personality test, and maybe see some videos. The staff were very friendly, and ushered us into the main room of their 5-storey office.

We sat in a little cubicle to do the test, a table with dividers set up to hide our answers. I went through a phase during adolescence where I took every online personality test I could find, so I consider myself something of an expert on the subject, and this had to be the weirdest one I have ever laid eyes on. The “Oxford Capacity Analysis” test is its official name; needless to say it has nothing to do with Oxford University. There’s a full version and criticism of the test here, but there were some particularly bizarre features that leapt out at me.

Do you get occasional twitches of your muscles, when there is no logical reason for it?

Apparently this question was pretty important, because a few questions later it appeared again with slightly different phrasing.

Does an unexpected action cause your muscles to twitch?
Other questions were obviously referring to political issues that must have exercised the imagination back when the test was written in 1960, but seem irrelevant and almost quaint today:

Do you consider the modern “prisons without bars” system doomed to failure?
Are you in favor of color bar and class distinction?
Are you opposed to the “probation system” for criminals”

Still others showcased L. Ron’s loose grasp of grammar and liberal use of inverted commas:

Do you ever get a ‘dreamlike feeling’ toward life when it all seems unreal?

Still more were slightly disturbing insights into the questions that he considered most pressing:

Would you use corporal punishment on a child aged ten if it refused to obey you?

Would it take a definite effort on your part to consider the subject of suicide?

If we were invading another country, would you feel sympathetic towards conscientious objectors in this country?

I’m not even sure where he’s going with that suicide one. Is he asking if we’d be likely to commit suicide, or just think about the subject? And I love the image of Hubbard, perhaps dressed in his Admiral’s outfit, maybe even leaning over a Risk board, and considering very seriously how exactly he would treat the conscientious objectors in that country.

Anyway, after the half hour or however long it took us to fill that out, I was anxious to watch a video. The walls were covered with copies of Dianetics in every language you coud think of; booklets covering every subject from effective study techniques to the secrets of marriage. There were huge posters explaining the Reactive and Analytical Minds, the Tone Scale and the ARC Triangle; all things I had only ever heard of on the ‘net. In the background I could hear a video hagiography of the founder, and I got a bit excited hearing His Hubbardness’ voice telling in his own words the story of how he broke in a fiery horse (at age 3 from memory). He seemed to have quite a good speaking manner, which went some way towards explaining how Scientology got started. It might be a load of crap, but it would have taken some charisma to convince people to hand over their money in the quantities he did.

Unfortunately, the video watching was not to be (I think it was a paid session anyway, I asked to watch it later and the guy seemed a bit reticent and said he had to ask permission). My friend Stefan had noticed there was an ‘IQ’ test on the other side of the booklet, and asked to take it. So we all got stuck into another poorly worded, tedious test. This one actually seemed to have some of the trappings of a real test, although the questions were much more ambiguous and culturally-specific than most intelligence tests I’ve seen, and the 30 minutes given was a very tight fit, I only got 78 out of the 80 questions before the buzzer went off.

We all scored very high on the IQ test, I got 144, and much as I would like it to be so, I’m fairly certain from previous tests I’m more in the 120-130 range. Testing intelligence is a controversial subject from what I understand, so there could be room for error. My research on the net hasn’t cast much light on the test’s validity. This site claims it’s valid, which seemed like a satisfactory answer, until I noticed that the “expert” giving the opinion was a second-generation Scientologist and Operating Thetan. So if anyone has any real information regarding the Novis Mental Ability test, I’d be interested to hear it.

With that out the way, we sat around on chairs and had a read of some free literature. Actually, it wasn’t free, as I found out later; what seemed to be booklets each would have cost $7 to take home, and an awesomely strange book on Scientology Theology that contained exactly the sort of scientistic-metaphysical gems I was looking for (“Axiom 38: Stupidity is the unknownness of time, place, form and event“) was not even for sale; apparently it was given as a gift to “Premiers” and such. I thought of mentioning that I was an influential blogger, but I didn’t think it would fly. After about ten minutes (and a trip to the toilet which involved finding my way up a set of steps and through a labyrinth of books, CDs, cassettes and more posters) we each were assigned to a Scientologist for a debriefing.

I don’t remember my Scientologist’s name, I think it was Wendy or something similar. She was an English woman who had been in the church for about 35 years. I quite liked her, she seemed genuine and friendly, although her insistence that I should take a $32.50 course or buy a $26 book as my first exploratory steps made me a little concerned that her interest might not have been without ulterior motive. She explained the personality test and my results; although it wasn’t my worst point she seemed to focus in on my score in communication, which she promised that a week-long course could improve. I tried to shift the focus onto her and what she got out of Scientology; she responded with an explanation of Auditing, how working with a Clear I could empty out my reactive mind and become a happier person.

I’ll admit that I was tempted to try the course. Not because I was particularly convinced, but out of curiosity; I was starting to understand the appeal of Scientology. They had identified needs for personal growth and an understanding of the world, and come up with a superficially convincing answer, cloaked in scientistic language. My Theory of Cults (and religion in general I suppose) is that they suck you in by first of all coming out with Truths- insights about the world and human nature that have some real validity- here the idea of a Reactive Mind which, well, reacted blindly, and would have to be scrubbed clean to achieve happiness. Which seems pretty much cribbed from Buddhism, where I think (and I haven’t read up on it for a while) the idea is expressed in terms of blind clinging, aversion and craving. It’s far less nuanced than the Buddhist version, and once it gets dressed up in invalidated Psychological terms like Engrams & c. it become pretty unconvincing. But I could imagine that if I didn’t already know so much about Scientolog I might have been interested enough to try a session. Of course, once the cult gets you in with their initial insights, you’re expected to swallow the rest, whatever belief system they’ve built up, which in Scientology’s case involved parting with a lot of money and eventually believing in alien emperors and bodily thetans causing disease. Once I’d made it clear that I wasn’t up for that kind of thing (and maybe it was also related to my asking her if she’d met Tom Cruise), Wendy let me go, and I had to wait until my friends finished their debriefings.

Mansha seemed to get the most out of it; when the guy realised she was Indian, and had some Hindu in her, he let her know all about Scientology’s reincarnation stuff, which they were probably saving for later with us Westerners. He let her know that Hubbard actually based Scientology on Hinduism and Buddhism, and even gave her a free DVD (he may also have been hitting on her.)

While we sat patiently waiting for Mansha to finish, another friendly volunteer was trying to explain the ARC triangle and tone scale to us. He got into Scientology for the human insight, since he was in managing and needed solid People Skills. ARC stands for Affinity, Reality and Communication, the three parts that make up Understanding. Our guide spent a long time trying unsuccessfully to explain how knowing about them helped facilitate Understanding, but I was none the wiser by the end. Then he moved onto the Tone Scale, explaining that everybody could be given a number from 0 (Body Death) to 1.1 (Covert Hostility) to 6 (Aesthetic?!!). People could move either up or down, and could move one or more points (ie. pretty much anything could happen). I was left with the impression that this, like the rest of Scientology, was a mess of impressive-sounding phrases and diagrams that actually meant exactly nothing; Hubbard’s verbiage reminded me of nothing so much as the elaborate fantasies of a schizophrenic, more like Cubic Time than any coherent science or religion. And through it all the man explaining it tried to assure us that it was based on “discoveries”, on “science” and on “experiments”.

Mansha finally freed herself from her solicitous debriefer, and we left, accidentally going downstairs into what may have been a Secret Area for the speed with which they chummily shooed us out (the actual exit is quite well hidden, and far from obvious). I said goodbye to the bust of L. Ron, and we had a debriefing of our own on the way home.





Are You A Starseed? (Sketch)

1 04 2008

Are You a Starseed? (Sketch)

I’m done with my alien skulls for now (I’ve finished my notes for a post explaining the idea behind them, just need to actually type it up…).  So here’s a sketch I did for the next series of images.  The text is from http://home.earthlink.net/~pleiadesx/starquiz.htm





Homo Novis Baratharii (Juvenile)

1 04 2008

Homo Novis Baratharii

The Barathary Gland Is A Gland That Was Originally Inside Of The Cavity Of The Hippocampus Area Of The Brain … It Was A Gland In The Brain That Was Originally Connected To The Appendix And The Tonsils . The Same Way The Pituitary Gland Connects To The Thyroid Gland . What Was The Barathary Gland’s Purpose ? The Barathary Gland Controlled The Four Highter Senses That You Once Had . They Are ,( 1 . Telepathy – The Ability To Communicate Messages Or Thoughts From The Mind Without Using Verbal Speech , ( 2 . Intuition – The Ability To Know What Is About To Happen Before It Happens, ( 3 . Clairvoyance – The Ability To See Clear . Know What Is Going On In Another Place Or Room Without Seeing The Events With Your Two Physical Eyes , ( 4 . Psychometry – The Ability To Be AbleTo Tell Something About A Person By Holding And Object That Belonged To That Person . Why Don’t We Have A Barathyary Gland Anymore ? According To The Sumerians Doctrine . From Adam And Eve By The Great Sscientist Nergal Shar’etsar , Ninti , Enqi And Arishkegal Making The Adamites Nolonger AbleTo Communicate With The Eloheem ” God’s Randomly . Cain , Abel , Seth , Lubuwda , And Aqlimiyah Were All Born With Their Barathyary , But Like Their Parents , Adam And Eve , Their Were Surgically Removed Also . Enos Was The First HumanBeing To Be Born Without His Barathyary Gland , That Is Why He Is Referred To As ” Mortal ” Will We Get Our Barathyary Gland Back ? The Barathary Gland Will Be Reinserted In The Lower Part Of Your Chin Called The Sub – Mental Are Into Those People Who Are Worthy Of Retuning Home When Yashua Eloheem / God’s Come For Their Children
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Homo Novis Osiris

1 04 2008

Homo Novis Osiris

They had dome shaped heads… and cerebrums shaped like spiral staircases.
Stephen Harris