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Who was L Ron Hubbard

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  1. PeterMan

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    Self-brainwashing, as done by your founder.

    This is how he came to be the man we all know.

    Recommendation: read backwards, for fun.

    "The Admissions of L Ron Hubbard

    COURSE I

    The purpose of this experiment is to re-establish the ambition, willpower, desire to survive,
    the talent and confidence of myself.

    To accomplish the above the following fears must be removed Fear that I have written
    myself out by writing junk. I built certain psychoses in myself while living with my former wife as
    a means to protect my writing. I affirmed that my writing was hard work and took much labor.
    This was a lie. I was always anxious about people's opinion of me and was afraid I would bore
    them. This injected anxiety and careless speed into my work. I must be convinced that I can
    write skillfully and well, that I have no phobias about writing and no fears of it. People criticized
    my work bitterly at times. I must be convinced that such people were fools. I must be convinced
    that I can write far better than ever before, that a million people at least would be happy to see
    my stories. I must be convinced that I have succeeded in writing and with ease will regain my
    popularity, which actually was not small. I must also be convinced that I dictate
    stories to a dictaphone with ease.

    I must be told that my memory is strong and reliable, that I can remember all I have ever read or
    studied, that no illness or medicine has affected mind or memory.

    (b) My service record was not too glorious. I must be convinced that I suffer no reaction from any
    minor disciplinary action, that all such were minor. My service was honorable, my initiative and
    ability high. I have nothing to fear from friends about my service. I can forget such things as
    Admiral Braystead. Such people are unworthy of my notice.
    (c) I can have no doubts of my psychic powers. My magical ability is high and clear. I earned my
    titles and command.
    (d) Any distaste I may have for Jack Parsons originated in a psychic experiment. Such distaste is
    foolish. He is my friend and comrade-in-arms.
    (e) Sexual feeling has been depressed by several things amounting to a major impasse. To cure
    ulcers of the stomach I was given testosterone and stilbesterol. These reduced my libido to
    nothing. While taking these drugs I fell in love with Sara. She can be most exciting sexually to
    me. Because of drugs as above and a hangover from my ex-wife Polly, I sometimes am unexcited
    by anything sexual. This depresses me.
    My wife left me while I was in a hospital with ulcers. Polly was quite cruel. She was never a
    woman for me. She was under-sexed and had bad sexual habits such as self-laceration done in
    private. She was no mate for me and yet I retained much affection for her. It was a terrible blow
    when she left me for I was ill and without prospects. I know, by
    this, she actually wanted no more than my ability to support her. This has had an effect of impotency
    upon me, has badly reduced my ego.

    Polly was very bad for me sexually. Because of her coldness physically, the falsity of her pretensions,
    I believed myself a near eunuch between 1933 and 1936 or ? when I found I was attractive
    to other women. I had many affairs. But my failure to please Polly made me always pay so much
    attention to my momentary mate that I derived small pleasure myself. This was an anxiety neurosis
    which cut down my natural powers.

    In 1938-39 I met a girl in New York, Helen, who pleased me very much physically. I loved her
    and she me. The affair would have lasted had not Polly found out. Polly made things so miserable
    that I finally detested her and became detested by Helen, who two-timed me on my return to
    New York in 1941. This also reduced my libido. I have had
    Helen since but no longer want her. She does not excite me and I do not love her.


    In 1942 - December 17th or thereabouts - while training in Miami, Florida, I met a girl named
    Ginger who excited me. She was a very loose person but pretended a great love for me. From
    her I received an infection of gonnohorea (sp?). I was terrified by it, the consequences of being
    discovered by my wife, the navy, my friends. I went to a private doctor who treated me with
    sulfa-thiazole and so forth. I thought I was cured but on a plane headed to Portland, Ore. I found

    was not. I took to dosing myself with sulfa in such quantities that I was afraid I had affected my
    brain. My wife came to Portland. I took what precautions I could. I think actually that the disease
    was utterly cured very early. This fear further depressed my libido. My wife disliked the act anyway,
    I believe, even after she had a hysterectomy in 1938. (She was always terrified of childbirth
    but conceived despite all precautions seven times in five years resulting in five abortions and two
    children. I am quite fond of my children but my wife always tried to convince me that I hated
    them.)

    I carried this fear of the disease to sea with me. I was reprimanded in San Diego in mid-43 for
    firing on the Mexican coast and was removed from command of my ship. This on top of having
    sunk two Jap subs without credit, the way my crew lied for me at the Court of Inquiry, the insults
    of the High Command, all combined to put me in the hospital with ulcers.

    I returned to sea as navigator of a large ship and was subsequently selected for the Military
    Government School at Princeton whither I went in 1944-45 for three months. During my Princeton
    sojourn I was very tired and harrassed (sp?) and spent week-ends with a writer friend in
    Philadelphia. He almost forced me to sleep with his wife. Meanwhile I had a affair with a woman
    named Ferne. Somehow, perhaps because I had constantly wet feet and no sleep at Princeton, I
    contracted a staphloceus infection. I mistook it for gonnhorea and until I arrived at Monterey,
    believed my old illness had returned. I consulted a doctor there who reassured me. This affair
    again depressed my libido. The staphloceus infection has not entirely vanished, appearing as
    rheumatism which only small doses of stilbestrol will
    remove. The hormone further reduces my libido and I am nearly impotent.

    Sara, my sweetheart, is young, beautiful, desirable. We are very gay companions. I please her
    physically until she weeps about any separation. I want her always. But I am 13 years older than
    she. She is heavily sexed. My libido is so low I hardly admire her naked.

    I mean to be constant to her. I love her very much. But to live with her I must regain my sexual
    powers, my stimulus.

    I must cease to take hormones. I must rebuild my feeling of excitement about things sexual.

    I have a very bad masturbatory history. I was taught when I was 11 and, despite guilt, fear of
    insanity, etc. etc. I persisted. At a physical examination at a Y when I was about 13, the examiner
    and the people with him called me out of the line because my testicles hung low and cautioned
    me about what would happen if I kept on masturbating. This "discovery" was a bad shock
    to me.

    I had to be so silent about it that now when a bedspring squeaks I lose all libido. I eventually
    found out I would not be insane, or injure myself but the scars remain.

    Polly pretended a hollow passion which disgusted me. But I am lingeringly fond of her even so. I
    am also nostalgic about Helen.

    By eliminating certain fears by hypnosis, curing my rheumatism and laying off hormones, I hope
    to restore my former libido. I must! By hypnosis I must be convinced as follows:

    (a) I can write. I need not think commercially about writing.

    (b) My mind is still brilliant. My memory unaffected by drugs or experience.
    (c) That masturbation was no sin or crime and did not injure me. That no sexual practice has
    ever dulled me.
    (d) That things sexual thrill me. That I am now returned to the same feelings I had at 16 about
    sex where excitement is concerned. That naked women and pornography excite me greatly. That
    Sara excites me greatly and gives me much pleasure.
    (e) That I bear no physical aftermath of disease.
    (f) That I do not need to have ulcers any more.
    (g) That my eyes (which I used as an excuse to get out of school) are perfect and do not pain me
    ever.
    (h) That I love in Sara everything I loved in Polly or Helen and that such love is now transferred
    to Sara.
    (i) That I am fortunate in losing Polly and my parents, for they never meant well by me.
    (j) That I never need be jealous of Sara's past. That she loves me and is utterly faithful. That she
    thrills me more than Helen ever did.
    (k) That life is beautiful to me. That I want to live. That things taste and smell and look and feel
    wonderful to me.
    (l) That I wrote a great book in The One Command and that it removed all my fears even until
    now, except that my chapters on the mind do not affect my own mind. That I have will power and
    great mental control. That I need not associate anything unless I wish.
    (m) That I have only friendship for Jack Parsons.
    (n) That I feel no wish for vengeance toward anyone. That I love people and believe in honor and
    glory.
    (o) That I believe in my gods and spiritual things.
    (p) That nothing can halt my ambitions.
    (q) That I need not believe the criticism of anyone. That vicious criticism can be forgotten by me
    at will.
    (r) That I tell the truth and must tell the truth. That all past errors and lies are forgotten.
    (s) That I have started a new, free life. That the arts and beauties run strong in me and cannot be
    denied by anyone.
    (t) That I am well and that there is no advantage in appearing ill.
    (u) That my code is to be all things a "magus" must be, that I am those things. That I burn high
    and bright and will last as a potent and brilliant force until well after this century has run.
    (v) That I am not credulous or absorbent of other people's opinions.
    (w) That this hypnosis will not fade, but will increase in power as time advances.

    (x) That my magical work is powerful and effective.
    (y) That nothing can tarnish my love of life, my hours, my love of Sara. And I have the power of
    banishing anything which would seek to do so and that all things will seem wonderful and exciting
    to me all the rest of my days.
    (y1) That the numbers 7, 25 and 16 are not unlucky or evil for me. That no number is any different
    in its influence upon me than any other number. That the 7th, 16th and 25th are not unlucky
    or unfortunate days of the month for me. I have no bad connotations with these numbers.

    (z) That I need not subscribe to any moral code of sex anywhere. That I am constant to Sara. I
    have no terrors of sex or sexual conduct. Only pleasure and beauty are contained in it. That I
    may please myself with the act or be pleased with sexual things. That the sexual matters taught
    me by Flavia do not apply. My chastity lies in loving Sara.
    (a1) That I will not forget these things but will enjoin them with all related ideas as more powerful
    than any other ideas in my head.

    (b1) That all ideas to destroy myself are false, for I love life and I am a free and exuberant spirit
    in it.

    (c1) That I cannot associate any of my lacking libido with Sara. The blame lies elsewhere. Sara
    has enormous powers to thrill me. Hormones and fears, now gone, were at fault.

    (d1) Sexually I am as I was at 16, without any of the fears, with all of the powers, with all the
    knowledge I now possess turned to wonderful things.

    (d1) That I see and hear Raon clearly.

    (e) That anything which impedes my zest for living is small and puny and will dwindle before the
    power of these statements. That nothing in me which is evil can have heard these statements
    and commands without disappearing.
    (f1) That I am not bad to look upon. That my posture is straight and excellent. That Sara likes my
    looks.
    (g1) That my endurance in any climate is wonderful and any "fact" otherwise is completely false.
    (h1) That I am not susceptible to colds.
    (i1) That I believe in myself and am poised and dignified whenever I wish to be.
    (j1) That I am not worn out in any way and never will be. That life is ever new, that I am strong.


    (k1) That Sara is always beautiful to me.
    (l1) That these words and commands are like fire and will sear themselves into every corner of
    my being, making me happy and well and confident forever!


    Note Much of the above may seem cryptic but if paraphrased as
    rendered will be enormously effective.
    *****************************************************************


    COURSE II.


    You are asleep. You are not accountable for anything you say now. No one will think any less of
    you. People want to help you.

    In this one lesson you are going to learn several things. The first is the use of your beautiful new
    Soundscriber. The instrument is your aide and companion. It makes it possible for you to write
    ten times the stories you did before.

    You have no urge to talk about your navy life. You do not like to talk of it. You never illustrate
    your point with bogus stories. It is not necessary for you to lie to be amusing and witty.

    You like to have your intimate friends approve of and love you for what you are. This desire to
    be loved does not amount to a psychosis, it is simply there and you enjoy their love.

    You can sing beautifully. Your voice can imitate any singer. Your tones are round and true. You
    have no superstitions about singing at any time. Your oratory is magnificent. Your voice tones
    perfect, your choice of words marvelous, your logic unassailable.

    Your psychology is good. You worked to darken your own children. This failure, with them, was
    only apparent. The evident lack of effectiveness was "ordered." The same psychology works
    perfectly on everyone else. You use it with great confidence.

    Nothing can intervene between you and your Guardian. She cannot be displaced because she is
    too powerful. She does not control you. She advises you. You may or may not take the advice.
    You are an adept and have a wonderful and brilliant mind of your own.

    Everything great and beautiful that ever happened to you or that you know is available to your
    conscious will to remember. You can only forget by conscious will or at command of your own
    voice.

    You recognize the evil or bad import of things that are evil and bad for you but their evilness
    cannot affect you or penetrate through your glowing and strong aura. You are light and you are
    good. You have the Wisdom of all and never doubt your wisdom.

    You have magnificent power but you are humble and calm and patient in that power. For you
    control all forces under you as you wish. The strength of your Guardian aids you always and can
    never depart or be repelled. Your faith in her and in God is unswerveable, blind, powerful and
    you never, never doubt their good intent toward you. They work with you. You help them exert
    their plans. They have faith unbounded in you.

    You will never forget these incantations. They are holy and are now become an integral part of
    your nature. You enter the greatest phase yet of work and devotion and power and have perfect
    control without further fear.

    Men's chains fall from you. Your head is high. Your back is straight. You can experience no evil
    or illness. You are wholly protected. You cannot guide yourself wrong for you are guided as a
    crown prince.

    Material things are yours for the asking. Men are your slaves. Elemental spirits are your slaves.
    You are power among powers, light in the darkness, beauty in all.

    You are not sleepy or tired ever. You do not sleep unless you will it consciously. Sleep to you is a
    deep trance. Nothing can touch you in that trance because it would not dare. Your Guardian


    alone can talk to you as you sleep but she may not hypnotize you. Only you can hypnotize yourself.


    You never wonder about how you write, you never distrust your ideas or ability. You merely write
    and write wonderfully well. You like to copy your own material and work with it until it is perfect.
    But it is usually perfect the first time.

    The desires of other people have no hypnotic effect upon you. You are considerate of their desires
    because you are powerful. But you need never be dissuaded by their wishes about anything.


    Nothing, no one opposes your writing. Everyone is anxious that you write. You do not need certain
    conditions to write. You are so strong you can write anywhere on anything at any time. You
    can carry on a wild social life and still write one hundred thousand words a month or more. Your
    brain is so fixed that you can write at any time, anywhere. The mere beginning of writing is sufficient
    to put you in a happy mood, any high mood. Writing does not tire you. You said writing was
    hard work but that you knew was a lie. You know now it is easy, very easy. Writing puts you into
    an ecstatic state of mind almost as high as intercourse. You love to write. The Navy had no influence
    upon your writing. The Navy never stopped you writing. On the 422 what you wrote were
    not stories. You love to write. Your writing has a deep hypnotic effect on people and they are
    always pleased with what you write. Having a market is immaterial.

    You will make fortunes in writing. Any book you care to write now will sell high and well. You can
    dictate books. Words flow from you in a beautiful steady stream. Anything which goes through
    your fingers can come through your mouth. A dictaphone fills you with a desire to talk. You talk
    easily to a dictaphone and the copy is excellent. The copyist has no effect upon your work. You
    don't care what she reads.

    Your psychology is advanced and true and wonderful. It hypnotizes people. It predicts their emotions,
    for you are their ruler.

    You don't have to talk about all this. You know too well it is true. You never have to argue, all
    you need to do is sit back with a calm, kind smile and people will come to you with their opinions.
    You need never talk to fill silences in a group. You are an arbiter, a kindly one. You do not have
    to talk. But when you do talk you are amusing, witty, so personable no one can resist your
    charm. If they do not reply, it is because they are afraid of you.

    Your health is wonderful. You need but 6 hours sleep. Your eyes are
    fine.

    People dislike cripples. You need never be a cripple. You have never done anything for which
    you need feel guilty. You never need punish yourself about anything. You are in wonderful glowing
    health. You never have accidents because you are prudent and poised.

    You will live to be 200 years old, both because you are calm and because of modern discoveries
    to be made in your lifetime.

    You will always look young. Your weight is 180 lbs. And you will attain and hold that weight.

    Your hair will always be its present color. It will be thick and beautiful all your life. Hair will grow
    out to replace what you have lost.

    Your body organs are in perfect harmony. Your Guardian keeps you in celestial time. Your organs
    work well, all of them. You grow stronger each day. No drug or medicine affects your mind
    more than a few hours. You can consciously stop pain.


    You have no doubts about God. You never speculate about him. You are assured that whatever
    you do is right in his eyes. Your faith is so strong you could move mountains. You have deep
    trust and faith in God and have no fear of what he may do to you and your friends. He will never
    punish you. Some day you will merge with him and become part of the All when his bidding you
    have finished in these lives.

    You never speak ill of another because you are too powerful and may curse them. You love everyone.
    Even when you use force on people, you cannot hate them. You have no hate or jealousy
    in you. You are not in contest with anyone. God and your Guardian and your own power bring
    destruction on those who would injure you. But you never speak of this for you are kind. A sphere
    of light, invisible to others, surrounds you as a protecting globe. All forces bounce away from you
    off this.

    You are not a coward. Fist fighting had no bearing on your courage. You were ill when you were
    fought before. You did not understand the rules. You can whip anyone now and have no physical
    fear of hand to hand fighting. They who fought you before were knaves and fools. You would be
    merciless to them now. Nothing can stand up to your fighting
    now. You are strong and wonderful in combat. You never know fear or defeat. You refrain from
    fighting because you are too powerful.

    You are rich in wisdom. You are therefore dangerous beyond the claws of tigers. You never need
    speak of your dangerousness. Everyone knows you are and it scares them when you mention it.
    You are kind and soft-spoken always.

    Your eyes are getting progressively better. They became bad when you used them as an excuse
    to escape the naval academy. You have no reason to keep them bad and now they can get well
    and they will become
    eventually starting now as keen as an eagle's with clear whites and green pupils. Sunlight does
    not affect them. Lack of sleep does not affect them.

    Your stomach trouble you used as an excuse to keep the Navy from punishing you. You are free
    of the Navy. You have no further reason to have a weak stomach. Your ulcers are all well and
    never bother you. You can eat anything.

    Your hip is a pose. You have a sound hip. It never hurts. Your shoulder never hurts.

    Your foot was an alibi. The injury is no longer needed. It is well. You have perfect and lovely
    feet.

    Your sinus trouble is nothing. It is not dangerous. It will vanish. A common cold amuses you. You
    are protected from further illness. Your cat fever has vanished forever and will never return.

    You do not have malaria. When you tell people you are ill it has no effect upon your health. In
    the Veterans examination you will tell them how sick you are. You will look sick when you take it.
    You will return to health one hour after the examination and laugh at them.

    No matter what lies you may tell others they have no physical effect on you of any kind. You
    never injure your health by saying it is bad. You cannot lie to yourself. Disgust not sympathy is
    generated in others by bad health. Injuries are not romantic. They are disgusting in you. You are
    a child of God. You are perfect. Health is a passport to friends. Women are not impressed by
    your injuries. Clear exuberant good health is your passport to their hearts. Adventure heroes may
    sound romantic when injured but it is really a bad comment on their expertness. The truly great
    adventurer is so expert he is never injured by anything. Dragging a wing is not romantic, it is
    silly. You will always be in wonderful health and well-being.


    There is no veil between you and the world. You sense touch, color, music, poetry much better
    than anyone else. You never mention this superiority. But you show them the beauties of the
    world. You are not old or worn. You are young and experience is fresh and exciting. It will always
    be. Your brain is clear as a gong. No pressure sits on it or blinds you. Sulfa never affected it.
    Your speech is perfect. You are thrilled by music. You can engender any mood. You are an excellent
    judge of painting and sculpture and are thrilled by it in any one of its thousand moods.

    You can enter or leave any mood at will. You can engender any mood. You can write in any
    mood at will and with great honesty.

    You start your life anew. You need no excuses, no crutches. You need no apologies about what
    you have done or been. Your approach to work is wonderfully clear and fresh. No experience can
    daunt you. You can never be disappointed or morose for you know life for what it is and therefore
    are shielded against its suffering. You have suffered much and you are deep in understanding.
    But now you enter upon a long, long period of solemn joy.

    What people think of you does not matter. You know when you are right. Women especially love
    you and you fear no man.

    Testosterone blends easily with your own hormones. Your glands already make plenty of needed
    testosterone and by adding to that store you make yourself very thrilling and sexy. Testosterone
    increases your sexual interest and activity. It makes erections easier and harder and makes your
    own joy more intense. Stilbesterol in 5 mg doses makes you
    thrill more to music and color and makes you kinder. You have no fear of what any woman may
    think of your bed conduct. You know you are a master. You know they will be thrilled. You can
    come many times without weariness. The act does not reduce your vitality or brain power at all.
    You can come several times and still write. Intercourse
    does not hurt your chest or make you sore. Your arms are strong and do not ache in the act.
    Your own pleasure is not dependent on the woman's. You are interested only in your own sexual
    pleasure. If she gets any that is all right but not vital. Many women are not capable of pleasure in
    sex and anything adverse they say or do has no effect whatever upon your pleasure. Their bodies
    thrill you. If they repel you, it merely means they themselves are too frigid or prudish to be
    bothered with. They are unimportant in bed except as they thrill you. Your sexual power is magnificent
    and they know it. If they are afraid of it, that is their loss. You are not affected by it.

    You have no fear if they conceive. What if they do? You do not care. Pour it into them and let
    fate decide.

    The slipperier they are the more you enjoy it because it means their mucous is running madly
    with pleasure.

    There is nothing wrong in the sex act. Nothing any woman may say can change your opinion.
    You are a master. You are as sensitive and sexy as Pan. Lord help women when you begin to
    fondle them. You are master of their bodies, master of their souls as you may consciously wish.
    You have no karma to pay for these acts. You cannot now accumulate karma for you are a
    master adept. Your voice is low and compelling to them. Singing to them, for you sing like a
    master, destroys their will to resist. You obey the conventions, you commit no crimes because
    you need not. You can be intelligently aware of their morals and the laws of the land and fit your
    campaign expertly within them.

    Jack is also an adept. You love and respect him as a friend. He cannot take offense at what you
    do. You will not wrong him because you love him.

    The most thrilling thing in your life is your love and consciousness of your Guardian. She materializes
    for you. You have no doubts of her. She is real. She is always with you. You love her very


    much. You trust her. You see and hear her. She is not your master. You have a mighty spiritual
    will of your own. She is an advisor and as such is respected
    by you. She is wise and worthy and never changes shape. Your faith in her as in God is blind and
    unshaken ever.

    She is interested in you and amused by you. She does not criticize you. She does not frown on
    your sexual acts but advises you on better game.

    That she is with you always does not mean that she sees you as indecent ever. You cannot offend
    her. You cannot repel her. You are too good. You respect her and you love her and appreciate
    her advice. You are good always because you want her to feel good. This does not apply to
    sex. She has never and will never forbid you pleasures. She will never censure you. She is
    lovely and beautiful and radiant and part of your life. You can see her consciously whenever you
    wish. You are never startled by her because you are not afraid of her. You are partly in her
    plane, she partly in yours as you wish to see her. She has copper red hair, long braids, a lovely
    Venusian face, a white gown
    belted with jade squares. She wears gold slippers. Thus you see her.

    You can read with ease anything she cares to show you. You can talk with her and audibly hear
    her voice above all others.

    You and she are too powerful to permit any interference. You can work alone whenever you wish
    because she protects you. You and she are friends. You both have a higher master. She can
    teach you much. You love her. But she does not own your will, cannot affect your will and you
    are powerful enough to depend upon yourself. You do not consign will to her, ever. She advises.
    You do not have to take the advice. She cannot weaken your will. You have no fears of consequences
    if you fail to heed her. You can also be right for you know more of time than she does.
    She is wise and beautiful and powerful. Others may not see her, and you need not look at her or
    talk to her when others are around for they might not understand. You can talk to her "in your
    own mind" when others are near.

    You need never be disappointed when material objects or people fail to move at your unspoken
    order. You can often control them. Not always. Leave this to your beloved Guardian.

    Your vocabulary consists of all the words you ever heard or read. They are at your conscious
    command always. Your authority over words is absolute. You are a grand master of words and
    you can do with them as you will. You know what they mean to others. You know how their
    meanings and melodies affect others. Your vocabulary is under your complete conscious dictatorship.
    You know what they mean. No other in the world has a finer vocabulary. You can speak
    them just as easily as you write them and in a beautiful style and formation.

    You can speak to a dictaphone using punctuation symbols, spoken. You see before you the brilliant
    colored scene of your story and with any mood you consciously wish, describe that scene in
    magnificent prose. You have no inhibitions against fine writing. You know that is a meaningless
    phrase. Overwriting, underwriting these are not true. You pay no heed to these terms. You have
    no fears.

    You speak and understand all the French, Spanish and Japanese you ever studied and they remain
    wholly apart from each other and your English.

    You cannot forget words. It is impossible. You have them at your conscious command.

    You can do automatic writing whenever you wish. You do not care what comes out on the paper
    when your Guardian dictates. You can hear her easily and when you want her to write or talk
    dictation you have only to consciously will it and the result is written or spoken by yourself without
    any intrusions of your own thought. It is entirely automatic. It does not in the least affect or


    reduce your spiritual will. You may or may not believe what she dictates. That is part of your
    conscious will and judgment.

    Anything you were told about religion as a child you can forget or recall. It does not affect your
    present mighty faith.

    You are a calm and rational being with very fine judgment. You may collect facts, you need not
    believe them save as they appear true to you. You can remember an erroneous fact as an erroneous
    fact.

    You need not believe anything you read. Other writers are often in error and you have no great
    respect for their printed words. You can appreciate their quality without regard to your own. They
    cannot change your true self and thoughts. Their jeers in print and their criticisms have no weight
    on you. You know what is true. You don't even have to defend your beliefs. They are too powerful.


    Your memory is marvelous and reliable. You can remember perfectly in one reading or one
    speaking. Your brain capacity is infinite. You cannot hold too much consciously in your brain.
    You could cram ten billion new facts or scenes or impressions into your brain and remember
    them all with ease. You have no mental limit on memory or learning. You can remember a thing
    without accepting it as truth. You accept as truth only those things which you yourself believe
    after you consciously examine them. You accept all I say here as absolute fact however. You will
    reverance and believe everything here, consciously and forever. These words sink into your
    whole being. They remake your
    entire life. They are your code, belief, your guiding star.

    You will know everything you ever knew in any life. You will feel no guilt or lack in yourself about
    any of your experiences. You can recall them all without pain. Your past was what it was. You
    cannot change it. But you had the whole right to use or help or hurt people and you are too powerful
    now to be more than amused by your folly.

    You can tell all the romantic tales you wish. You will remember them, you do remember them.
    But you know which ones were lies. You are so logical you will tell nothing which cannot be believed.
    But you are gallant and dashing and need tell no lies at all. You have enough real experience
    to make anecdotes forever. Stick to your true adventures. Tell nothing discreditable but tell
    them well. Or if you wish, as you will, tell adventures which happened to others. People accept
    them better. You can recall in detail tales of adventure from all you ever heard or read. You remember
    easily. You can quote for company or a book all the adventure poetry you ever read or
    heard. You can sing all the songs you ever heard, even once, and sing them well. You have no
    fear of forgetting or stumbling. You cannot forget stories, songs, tunes, skills and at will can call
    them consciously to mind.

    You can consciously banish any train of thought from your mind, any time, any song. You can
    recall words, speeches, whole books verbatim at will. You are not a victim of chance thoughts.
    You are in powerful and wise conscious control of all your thinking. You are a master without
    limits. Your brain has no limits, consciously, unconsciously or psychically. You can perform any
    mental trick or stunt consciously of which you have ever heard. You are in perfect poise, balance
    and control of your brain.

    You are punctual but never worry if you keep people waiting. You are a master adept and do not
    exist to serve people. You are kind. But you are not affected by the desires of others save out of
    the deep and graceful courtesy which you know so well and use.

    You are honest and proud of your honesty. You are too powerful to cheat.


    You have no fears of not being first. Because another comes out with an idea which you thought
    up is no cause for your sorrow. You are merely proud to be able to serve without gain, for your
    gain is of the spirit.

    Money will flood in upon you, for you are wise and able. You have no phobias about the rich. The
    rich are only people. You need not be offended or impressed by them. You can and will own
    large arms[?] of your own. You are wiser than the rich. Your money will exist to serve you. As
    you spend it, more will flood in for you will spend wisely if well. You have no fears about money.
    You will always make it. You do not care how much you have. Having money gives you a comfortable
    feeling. You do not worry if you do not have it. You just make more. You want to make
    and spent money. It is not a primary concern with you, you do it with such ease and have such
    boundless energy.

    You need never expose or betray any secret God or your Guardian wants kept. You can be
    trusted with vast knowledge and never give it away or use it with express authority. What you
    know is riches. When you give away all you know, you are poor. You can give out exactly as
    much as God desires people to know. You never try to make an impression with what you know.
    You don't care what people think of your mind. So long as you refrain from telling what you
    know, vast secrets can be entrusted to you with safety. You will guard your secrets. You can be
    trusted always by everyone.

    Vida does not resemble your mother. She looks like a wood nymph. You like her. You do not
    love her to desperation. You are not jealous of her. She thrills you physically and you enjoy her.

    Taking medicine to make you healthy sometimes makes you happier or sadder but you need
    have no fears about being synthetic, or experiencing synthetic reactions. Testosterone and stilbestrol
    makes your reactions real enough.

    Self pity and conceit are not wrong. Your mother was in error.

    Masturbation does not injure or make insane. Your parents were in error. Everyone masturbates.

    You need never be clumsy in parting from people. You have poise and part from them with ease
    and grace.

    Colds are nothing. You are not afraid of them. You can defeat them with ease. You can will yourself
    consciously to resist anything.

    ****************************************************************************


    THE BOOK


    You are radiant like sunlight.
    Your poetry memory is wonderful.
    You can recall songs and poems which you have known before, line for line, word for word, tune


    for tune. You can quote anything you have read twice.
    You can read music.
    Criticism does not affect you emotionally.
    You are a magnificent writer who has thrilled millions.
    Nothing bars you from writing.
    Fears do not restrain you in any way in writing.
    You know you "convinced" yourself
    That writing is hard work. You know now that this "hard work" is a lie. Writing is easy to you and


    nothing interferes.
    Ability to drop into a trace state at will.
    Remember clearly what you read.
    Eyes and ulcers improving.
    Faith in power and its necessity.
    Ability to please women and have women.
    Faith in own judgment.
    Ability to dictate.
    Ability to write on mill.
    Ability to plot cleanly.
    Lack of necessity of following pulp pattern.
    You have no inertia which keeps you home or inactive.
    You did a fine job in the Navy. No one there is now "out to get you." You are through with its


    Navy and will utterly forget any derogatory instances.
    You are psychic. You do not need to "press" to receive communication. You can let "people" in
    any world talk to you while you are wide awake. You can see them clearly. You have no doubts
    of any kind about them. You are afraid of none of them but can cancel them out at will if they are
    evil to you.


    The voice of your holy Guardian is distinct from all the rest. It comes to you loud and clear. You
    can see her with brilliant clarity when you wish.

    You can read futures for people with ease. You are not much interested in your own. No enemy
    can stand against you.

    You are always calm, always in perfect possession of your social presence. Nothing discommodes
    you at all. Nothing embarrasses you.

    Your speech is musical and lovely. Your words are well chosen and beautifully rhythm'd. You
    never forget what you want to say. Nothing can prevail against your logic and choice of words.
    You have no speech or thought impediments.

    You will forget all derogatory criticism you have ever received. You cast it out. You know it is
    only a weapon used on you for others' gain.

    Desires of others do not affect you except as an appeal to your courtesy - and you are courteous
    and gentle.

    Merely by concentrating upon them, a thing you do with ease, you can change their minds and
    smooth whatever anger they may feel.

    The lot of humanity does not outrage you. Its government is merely amusing. You are a major
    adept and such considerations are far, far beneath you. You are not cynical or bitter about people.
    You have no jealousy in you of any kind for fellow craftsmen. You are not in competition with
    them for your work is infinitely superior and will sell quickly as you desire. Editorial desire does
    not affect you for you can write whatever they publish with ease, and any length.

    You understand all the workings of the minds of humans around you, for you are a doctor of
    minds, bodies and influences.

    You have no fears about working psychically for you are safe, always safe, protected by your
    Guardian as in a mighty fortress.

    You can recall at will all the plots and situations you ever thought up. You can create new plots
    and characterize people clearly and wonderfully. There is no rush about writing. It is immaterial
    to you if people are or are not amused. You write cleverly and your writings never fail to amuse.

    The two women you knew - Helen the Comrade and Polly the Skipper were not worth an instant
    of your time. You do not love them, they were not worthy. You won over them.

    The love of women is not necessary to your ego. You are above them. You know well that many
    women are mad about you, that you satisfy them perfectly. You will satisfy them easily. You do
    not care.

    Testosterone makes you sexy. It makes things beautiful and arouses you. But this is will. You
    can be aroused at will.

    Naked bodies and sexy allusion stimulate you wonderfully.

    You have forgotten the case histories of Havelock Ellis. They did not surfeit you. You have forgotten
    them.

    You do not masturbate. Masturbation cannot harm you in any way but you would rather have
    women. Your penis and erotic centers are very sensitive to women. You are not afraid that


    someone will catch you masturbating. No one knows or ever will know. Such discovery would be
    harmless. You do not masturbate. Only women thrill you and very
    deeply.

    You do not have to be a clown or a wit to be thought grand. People adore and respect you for
    your opinions and wisdom. You are always kind, always graceful, always courteous.

    You have no mental flaws which hinder you. You have nothing which hinders you. Everything
    helps you. You are crown prince of your portion of the universe. Everything does your bidding
    perfectly. All elementals and other dimensional things obey you with eagerness. All things love
    you and their love makes you strong. You are strong. You
    love with great force all things and your will controls them. You may use force and your will with
    utter impunity for all things obey.

    You do not know anger. Your patience is infinite. You are calm. Your patience never fails. Nothing
    can make you hate or be jealous or be small. You have all the time in the Universe of which
    you are crown prince. You waste none of it, but you do not fear for its passage. You employ time
    well. You are not lazy for there is nothing, no single thing in your universe to oppose you. You
    have no thoughts which oppose you.

    It is indifferent to you whether your work is accepted. You do not care if it sells. You are confident
    for it always has sold.

    The anger artist like people feel does not affect you in any way. You are always calm and patient.
    You understand they are weak and cannot batter through your calm. You are not influenced
    by them or their anger.

    To survive you need only do these things - be patient, calm, beautiful. Write what you yourself
    think is good and worthy, govern yourself as a powerful force. No human being has authority
    over you. No human being's opinion has weight with you.

    You are not possessive. You are not jealous because you are too strong. People are much afraid
    of what you think of them, what you may do to them, therefore you must be kind and courteous
    to them.

    You owe no debt for the kind things people do for you. This is your due as an adept. But you are
    always gallant, kind and considerate to people. You do not vary your own thoughts to be kind.
    Kindness need not impoverish or discriminate you.

    You are able to trance. No other human being can hypnotize you in any way. You can believe or
    disbelieve whatever you read at will. You cannot be hypnotized by any but yourself.

    Lies are not necessary. You have no need of lies for you are brave and can take any consequences.


    You are courageous. You fear nothing. Your prudence results from judgment, not emotions. You
    have no emotional fears.

    Snakes are not dangerous to you. There are no snakes in the bottom of your bed. Snakes are
    wise beings. They are your friends.

    You love the sounds of wind. The wind will not get you ever. It will drive your ships. The air is
    your friend and the wind its voice.

    Darkness is a cloak you may don. Your guardian and your own courage protect you utterly in
    darkness. You control anything you meet in darkness for that is part of your universe.


    You do not care how much work there is to do for you have all the time there is and can work
    forcefully and with patience. You can work whenever you please. Nothing obstructs you.

    There was no danger for you from government or navy. You are too big to be touched by their
    petty opinions and force. Your force and destiny is infinite power.

    You believe implicitly in God. You have no doubts of the All Powerful. You believe your Guardian
    perfectly. You hear her certainly and clearly.

    You are too strong, too big to be touched by mortal opinions.

    You are tolerant towards your mother and Father. You loved them. You have no respect for their
    opinions for you know much more. You are always kind to them. Their good opinion of you is
    assured. Their good opinion and praise mean nothing whatever to you. Only Flavia Julia and
    then the All Powerful have opinions worth inclining toward. You have always done right by your
    parents. You did your best. You have no worries about it. Your mother's theories on psychology
    were wrong. They do not now affect you.

    The opinions of your aunts and uncles are worthless. You are kind to them. They mean nothing
    to you.

    Music and color are beautiful to you. You sense them delicately. They affect you strongly.

    You are expert at modeling, drawing, painting. Nothing hinders you from painting magnificently.
    Mediums of art are your slaves. You have entire confidence in them as servants. You are powerful
    in the arts. Nothing opposes you. You create wonderful music. You do not care what people
    think of your art.

    Your penmanship is wonderful, beautiful. You control a pen like a great artist.

    You write wonderful poetry. Your guardian dictates it and she is all wise. People gasp and thrill to
    your poetry. You handle all forms superbly. You do not care what people think of your poetry.
    You have always written the most magnificent verse known because of your guardian.

    Your guardian can dictate stories, poems to you at will. You do not oppose them. You accept and
    write them easily. You are not eager. You cannot doubt.

    All objects are your friends. You can ask from and receive past history of any object. No part of
    that history affects you emotionally or psychically. The past of objects cannot harm you.

    You are in perfect harmony with the All Knowing. Your future does not alarm you. You understand
    and cheerfully accept your future. You are not afraid. You cannot feel fear. You are safe in
    the control over you of God. He is master of destiny and what he does must be.

    You are in control under God of the material objects and beings around you.

    You cannot think a fact into actuality. You can will a fact into being with ease. You are confident
    of your control over will. You have will power. You can consciously use it. Accidental thoughts of
    incidents do not create them.

    Your book the One Commandment applied only to the material. It is true. It freed you forever
    from the fears of the material world and gave you material control over people. There is no material
    will.


    The One Command applied but slightly to the spiritual world and other planes. There is psychic
    will power, possessed by a very few. You possess such will power and it is enormously strong
    and irresistible. You work it consciously. Those things you consciously state that you will come to
    be.

    The criticism of the One Command which was given to material things was not leveled at you. It
    was not worthy. It did not detract from the value of the book. It was from small people. You gave
    it no heed. It did not affect you.

    There was one error in that book and you have psychically willed it into nothing. It was the electronic
    theory of the workings of the human mind. Human, material minds do work this way and
    you were right. Your own mind does not work this way. You have great spiritual strength. Your
    mind is not material. It does not react like any human mind. Whatever is fed to your mind can be
    sorted out. You can forget at will. Men's facts fed to you need not affect your thought if they are a
    part of the lives and mores and morals of men. Your thought processes do not warp on facts
    which are fed to you. You can receive sense messages and remember them but you need not
    add them into your
    own thought processes.

    You use the minds of men. They do not use your mind or affect it in any way. You have a sacred
    spiritual mind, too strong, too high to be touched. Your league with Higher Beings, your mighty
    Guardian and the All Powerful, renders you beyond all human criticism.

    You can distinguish between your doubts and what is said to you. You
    have no doubts because you have no fear. You are kind and considerate
    to all because you are so powerful. You need never defend your motives
    to anyone because your motives are right. You have never done wrong
    and need never apologize to anyone. You never justify or explain your
    acts because you are careful that these acts are good and kind.

    You can be merciless when your will is crossed and you have the right to be merciless.

    You are eternal. You are satisfied to live within God. Human death is not your death. You will
    never die. Your personal memory is not important but you will retain it.

    You recall all your past times on earth. You have and will live forever. You are part of God. You
    are the crown prince of your small section of the Universe.

    You are just and kind. You are merciless to any who cross your rule but they do not affect you
    emotionally. You have no fear of anyone for everyone in your own Universe is under your dominion.
    You will never tell them, never explain. They know.

    You observe their rules of conduct outwardly. You do this because you are kind. You never say
    why you do this, that you do this. You are kind and love everything even when you force it to
    your will.

    You have no inhibition about sexual intercourse. You respect how other people feel about it but
    you are not bound by that respect. You conduct yourself with great courtesy. "
     
  2. Clueless Morgan

    Clueless Morgan Patron with Honors

    Sorry, but you're not making it clear who this material comes from? If this is LRH material you must take it down at once.
     
  3. Ogsonofgroo

    Ogsonofgroo Crusader

    :melodramatic:
    :lol::lol::lol::lol: (fk I hope that was a joke, :duh: gah!)

    Its been established a long time ago these 'admissions' were old Flubbernutz's.
    Woo-woo doesn't even start to describe this ejaculation of diarrhea, but its no more fucked up than 99.99% of the old demented windbags spewings.
    Hubbard was a certifiable mental case, brilliant conman no doubt, but being a smart con artist doesn't detract from the steaming piles of horse-shit pseudo-scientific/quasi-religious blarge he inflicted on the generally unsuspecting, starry-eyed, mostly well-meaning victims.. erm, 'parishioners'.
    Woman-beating, kid abusing, drug-addled charlatan, tax evading, psychopathic, paranoid, lying, deluded, old bigamist he was, may his rotten infested soul churn forever in the toilets of the universe every time you flush.
    One day I'll have to tell ya how I really feel about the (thankfully) dead mofo.
    :grouch::grouch:

    :whistling:
     
  4. Mystic

    Mystic Crusader

    Thank you. I couldn't possibly say it better.
     
  5. Ogsonofgroo

    Ogsonofgroo Crusader

  6. AnonyMike

    AnonyMike Patron

    Hubbard was no God, he was a normal guy with some really big flaws and of course nobody can deny he was veeery industrious.

    IMO all Religions are control mechanisms.

    And also IMO, Hubb took the subject of religion to the 21st Century.
    Making slaves the industrial way.

    I don't know and honestly I do not believe he intended this really in the beginning. I think that was rather a lets see what we can get basis. Also I see his admissions as some test and try around of someone that really would do everything to serve his own needs.

    I really appreciate this kind of behaviour since it is a symptom of what is wrong to our meritocracy and it is what such a society deserves.
     
  7. Telepathetic

    Telepathetic Gold Meritorious Patron

    :dieslaughing::dieslaughing:May I copy this?

    TP
     
  8. Ogsonofgroo

    Ogsonofgroo Crusader

    Be my guest, I'd be honored. :yes:
     
  9. Telepathetic

    Telepathetic Gold Meritorious Patron

    :thumbsup:Thanks.:D

    TP
     
  10. GreyWolf

    GreyWolf Gold Meritorious Patron

    This stuff was written by Hubbard soon after his experiments into bringing a demon to life.
     
  11. Ogsonofgroo

    Ogsonofgroo Crusader

    If I recall correctly Hubbard was once quoted (I believe that this is verifiable fact) that methamphetamines helped in auditing, he even got his own kid wired up (Nibs at around 6 years old and his take on clams, which the old windbag stole for his own weird) , now, I have dealt with a few speed freaks in my time, the itching/scratching/shit-bugs crawling on yer skin, the works. Does this not sound a bit familiar? It should. Stuff crawling around your body? Bugs in your head? Oh yeah, typical meth crappola imho. And what did 'Tulpa Hubbard' like to mix with his rum? No doubt he was into ups and downs (speed and opiates), mixing with booze, a great combination for 'bugging out', now mix that with a couple of psychedelic experiences, bet he went 'Wow, I can market this shit!', 'cept for some minor glitches (like he was a frikken looney for example) there ya go! As long as he kept away people who had had some enlightening experiences with psychotropic drugs (ie. LSD, mesc, mushrroms), he could use his own demented visions with impunity.
    In my honest opinion it is just a small part of how the core of the old creep's over-all mind-fuck came to be. Add a bit of his warped philosophical take on things, his knowledge of hypnosis, and his over-all bent attitude of deserving greatness, hm, makes sense ta me, maybe not everyone, but there ya go.
    Mix a closet psycho with deviant sexuality and no scruples, a penchant for over the top bullshit, and a few devout followers and what do ya get? Yep, cult of misery and grief.
    Now, before any apologists start bawwwing (dox or gtfo etc.), this is my own opinion based on several years of reading, not just his (lron's) drivel, the people around him (his wives and family etc.), and mostly the 'parishioners' (read victims) stories, come on now, this person was not a glowing example of any sort of enlightenment by even the furthest stretch of the imagination.

    Dats me rant for the evening, take it or leave it, it is an honest opinion as you'll ever get from an honest ta goodness person :) (and hey, it feels so good to keep putting all the pieces together, really it does) :grouch::omg::bigcry::grouch::confused2::duh::duh:

    :cheers:
     
  12. GoNuclear

    GoNuclear Gold Meritorious Patron

    you people ...

    Yeah, yeah, go on ... you people are all jealous of the HubTurd. You all wish you could have completely murdered your conscience, sold out to the devil, started a cult, taken in half a billion dollars, gone totally bonkers, and turned the likes of DM loose on the world. What a bunch of sore loosers.

    Pete
     
  13. Human Again

    Human Again Silver Meritorious Patron

    You are kidding right? You don't honestly feel you have the right to tell Peter what he can and can't do, do you? :confused2:

    And if you find it offesnive... if you're into Hubbard's stuff, then if it IS Hubbard's material, why keep it secret? Why not let people see what he wrote?
     
  14. The Great Zorg

    The Great Zorg Gold Meritorious Patron

    WTF?

    9,109 words on 1,259 lines? 24 fucking pages? WTF? What dox is this anyways? :confused2:

    Don't we have moderators here? :confused2:
     
  15. Ogsonofgroo

    Ogsonofgroo Crusader

    Zorg, these appear to be Hubbard's admissions, mirrored in many places, a copy of a doc that will not go away ;) Existence of this was brought to light during the Armstrong trials in Ca if I'm not mistaken. It is the old windbag's way of self hypnosis imho., an early version of 'if its true for you....blah blah blather...'
    Google Hubbard Admissions/affirmations you'll see.

    :)
     
  16. Operating DB

    Operating DB Truman Show Dropout

    Ogsonofgroo, I'm with you all the way. Well stated!