Refund and Reparation

So we couldn’t touch the gods of the Greek hierarchy. They’re above touch. And one would be insane if he thought of himself as one. We could not touch the so-called spirits of the early Arabic literature and Persian literature, Hindu literature because they’re evil and abandoned and eschewed by every man. And we couldn’t possibly touch ghosts, could we?

From Charles Brockden Brown, the first American novelist, who called the attention of the literati of Europe to America – the literary people of Europe were quite amazed at the end of the 18th Century to find out there was an American who could write. That American was Charles Brockton Brown and he wrote ghost stories. And they are ghost stories of such a nature as to make Edgar Allen Poe get kinda pale and green. They’re really wild.

And that was something you mustn’t be.

The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow – the most horrible thing in that was a ghost. Uh… they make a movie that has a ghost in it, and the ghost is either sad and disappointed, or he has to haunt someplace. And the ghost is always sad and he doesn’t have a body and he’s always this that he doesn’t have a body. And a body is so important and so on and so on and so on.

They boobytrapped the literature. This thing start to sum up as to why your thetan is apt to move out into a vacuum of ideas for himself? Well, they have been writing about bodies as attainable and desirable, and as the hero and heroine of the piece, and the gods as untouchable and only the insane ever believe they are anything like gods or spirits. And as the spirits as either evil or utterly lost.

And this has been said with the finest brushes, with the best words and with the most thrilling music and the finest statuary in all this whole line called the MEST universe. The best skilled minds of this whole universe have devoted themselves exclusively toward keeping people interested in bodies. They’ve sold you out.

That’s right. You should have about the same level of regard for that sort of an operation as you have for Benedict Arnold.

The only way anybody could ever be made to do anything in the MEST universe at all was to interest him, in some fashion or another that would keep him on the treadmill. And even the slave in the presence of some big, vague, thin promise of an aesthetic such as a play, such as a circus that he might go to, such as being permitted to assist in some pageantry, even a slave would go on living in a body in the hope that he could obtain some aesthetic sensation.

And so a collar could be placed upon him.

He didn’t do what was obvious that he should do, which is simply lie down and die – just back out of the head and give this thing a stiff push.