He’s into science fiction, he’s really not very sane
He’s got a lie detector that cures all kind of pain,
He’ll make you take his courses and claim to cure the lame
He’ll make you think all kinds of stuff until you believe the claim
And you’ll never be the same
Livin la Vida L Ron
you know you can’t resist
livin la Vida L Ron
His enemies are on a list
livin la Vida L Ron
your family won’t be missed livin la vida L Ron
Unknown to himself, God was pointing a gun to his head but, since the gun, it’s trigger and the will to pull it, all consisted of the same eternal substance or at least we’re inextricable concepts within the same thought – this was an attempted action destined to fail. I though maybe one day God would pull the trigger and wondered what would become of the trigger, the gun and the will. Would it leave behind nothing but a smoking pistol for which there would no longer be any will to use, or would this action make him whole again to embrace the meaninglessness of inexplicable existence.
I suppose in seeing God as the line madman ( with no one to understand him but himself) bent on autodestruction, I subconsciously saw the synthesis of my own former self destructive, maybe even self-hating past and my
(This is in the preface of the first book – to be continued at a future date).
I saw that despite the human desire to be one with God, God was not at one with himself – he longed for death but being begotten not made could not end and could not end his loneliness. Instead through a process of inscape and escape he generated a fantasy – investing himself, investing ourselves (or at least the parts of us that are him) in a multitude of life.
He invented a game, perhaps a lie with his other half. God is not good, the devil is not bad, they are separate faces of the same coin – the same being but multi-faceted and they both personify different ways of playing the game and ending the loneliness.
The game represented a drive towards the total disintegration of the mono into the polly and was a catalyst to provide separate identities which could understand each other.
Unknown to himself, God was pointing a gun to his head…….
Admittedly this is just one man’s story – it only could be one man’s story as not only was it thought he was “Clear” some even said “I think he’s L. Ron. ” in saying that countless have suffered in this way but just not as intensely and for as long.
The true industry of death yet to be revealed. Better for those who believe and have not seen. To all my comrades – keep her lit and keep helping others out of the trap
Currently available on Amazon in print and Kindle editions. So far the only victim/ survivor of covert street dianetics to break our enforced silence. To all you countless heros.