The following first appeared in the private email list IVy-subscribers,
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printed magazine, International Viewpoints.
New/old black magic, Part 27
by Phil Spickler
9 Mar 2001
So much to cover, and so little time!/ so little to cover, so much time!
Anyhow, hello and goodbye from someone to anyone. Here's a giant
thank-you to Bob (AKA Fat Bob) for sharing his amazing adventure with body,
with cancer, with Scientology, with modern medicine, and most of all his
powerful postulate. A definite WOW!
Bob had mentioned that Ron had had something to say regarding the
second dynamic and cancer. In zipping along with my failing data-retrieval
device, the one located in the forebrain, this is what popped up: in
discussing the sperm-ovum sequence (how 2D can you get?), it was pointed out
that once the aforementioned entities combine, the process of mitosis or
cellular division begins, and it's a tremendous explosion of cell division
and growth, proceeding, thank goodness, at a very high rate of speed; and it
seemed, if I recall correctly, that Ron had mentioned that this was one of
the characteristics of many cancers -- an explosion of cellular division and
growth, and that one might find the cure for, or the key to stopping what
might be considered the abnormal growth of cancers by Dianetic auditing that
successfully penetrated this period in the life of each human body.
Anyway, 'way back when, circa 1950, when Ron cheerfully announced
that cancer was a psychosomatic, he was of course striking a terrific blow at
the biggest and best-paying big-ticket item in the worldwide medical
establishment's array of diseases that it owns, and it does everything that
it can to protect its turf and the billions of dollars that go with it from
any of the inroads that alternative therapies may have to offer.
On the other hand, in spite of the monopoly, it also turns out that
there are a number of things that the medicos *can* do in the direction of
cancer that are sometimes extremely helpful, and even result in either
remission or cure. Especially of late, more doors are opening to other
possibilities for helping folks with cancer, and a small but definite window
of insight into the psychic possibilities for both creating and curing cancer
is today with us and growing. There are certainly even some doctors, even
groups of physicians, who take that possibility seriously.
Unfortunately and in the past, re Scientology, Ron had been in such
a terrific games condition with the medical establishment for so many years
that folks that kind of grew up or came to agree strongly with Ron, when they
needed to use the services of the medicos along with auditing to help their
physical problems, in some cases did not take advantage of such possibilities
until it was too late.
That's a story I'd like to see told in full some day, but not right
A theory that has been bandied about for quite some time now (as he
changes subjects without very much of a comm bridge) had to do with the idea
that everyone was natively stably exterior with full perception, and that the
real countereffort to be found in each person's case was the effort to get as
far away from that state as possible, in order to have the full range of
experiences and adventures that become possible when you're NOT stably
exterior with full perception.
The person who is typing these awful words, my partner Julie, and I,
have recently spent some enjoyable moments imagining what life would be like
for someone who WAS stably exterior with full perception and who chose to be
involved in human affairs. This could definitely be made into a good
Hollywood movie, but I don't know if it would be half as interesting as H.G.
Wells' story of the Invisible Man, although somewhat on the same story line.
I think it's an exercise that anyone might enjoy doing, that is,
imagining that state, but my favorite is imagining a situation in which
there's a whole bunch of folks who are stably exterior with full perception
and the lengths they might go to to avoid any contact with each other, or how
ridiculously funny it might get if they decided to play a game.
In my own perverse way, I prefer to think that immortals pushing
around mortal bodies in the violent games of chance that are to be found here
on Earth and I'm sure in other places in the physical universe are living
examples of thetans operational, and having selected the identity of mortals
(nothing new in the history of the gods) are once again illustrating how
thrilling and how much fun and how much courage it takes to be that way.
Anybody who's floating around being an immortal nothing, who knows everything
(full perception), in my opinion, if nothing else would die of boredom and
end up begging for the opportunity to not know and not perceive so damn much.
I currently offer the course in how to run out the earliest effort
not to be an immortal nothingness with full perception, but I have to wear a
special shield when the result occurs to keep the outraged immortal from
beating the thetan pants off me for completely screwing up the game. You
know, it's like a great theater piece, and when everboydy takes off their
costumes and makeup, instead of having kings and queens and villains and all
the characters that make up the great play, you've just got a bunch of
ordinary and fairly uninteresting folk who can't wait to find a new identity
in order to be something interesting.
OK. Jumping to the next subject without benefit of a comm bridge --
or maybe just a very little one -- I had promised to tell everyone why the
Buddha smiled, and what he told me when I asked him about that smile. Well,
at first I thought he wasn't going to answer me, or he might say something
like "Seek to find the reason for your own smile," and I was kind of holding
my breath, 'cause a few of his steely-eyed chelas were eyeing me like "Is
this guy bugging our Buddha?" But to my amazement, he, with a wave of his
hand, dismissed his retainers, poured us each a cup of green tea (my
favorite), and transmitted as follows:
He said, "Once upon a time, I was Prince Siddhartha, a royal Brahmin,
and I had a beautiful wife who I loved dearly and a gorgeous child, wonderful
parents, and a kingdom that would one day be mine to rule. But," he said,
"I'd been leading a pretty sheltered life, and eventually I saw a bunch of
things that I found rather disquieting, and I started asking questions of
others and myself about what these things meant and how they related to human
suffering. Well, back then I didn't have anybody named Phil Spickler to
suggest that I find out who was asking those questions and handle their
difficulties in their regard. Instead, I identified with the beings or
valences or identities that were troubled by these questions, and decided, at
their urging, to go off on the quest for their answers."
"Well, you know the rest of the story -- we finally got all the
answers, but you know what?" said the Buddha Looking straight at me with
those beautiful eyes of his, he said, "If I knew, way back then when I was
Siddhartha what I know now, or if Phil Spickler had been around at that time,
I never would have left home and my wife, my child, my kingdom. I would
have just continued happily being just exactly what I was." And he said,
looking at me again, "Whenever something reminds me of that, I smile."