Part 10
Excalibur Revisited
Hubbard is a fine man. I am glad that he lived, I am a fine man I am glad that I lived. He did a lot of foolish things, and made a lot of mistakes. So have I. Hubbard toys a lot, pleasures in childhood's (hoods hide the face), and is prone to savagery often, It is better that he lived than not, for although his creations and churches are at best a disgrace and scandal, the majority of this society is a worse disgrace and scandal.
If his creations and churches were to completely destroy people further, they would do so only because of the universal silence of all concerned in that drama. This book terminates that condition of complicity and mutual responsibility for crime. A caveat, a legal demand for restraint of this tragedy, is hereby issued, to replace the complicity I was party to for over 20 years. I believe Burke said "All that is needed for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing". I did something, I wrote this book. If no good men were to rise above this complicity of tragedy, then it would continue, and Hubbard would be then deserving of the condemnations and curses he has been burdened with. That is too cruel to the god-child. Someone must take him off the hook, and did. fortunately for him and for all, the truth is being told, the destruction is coming to an end, and even his borrowed-from-theta, ecological (and thus persistent) philosophy that - Big beings have more rights than smaller one's is dying the death that it is.
Thus the epitaph should be written, not of my love affair with foolishness, not of the parody of a man who was most certainly greater than I in an earlier time, but of theta's conquest over mest by way of fooling Life Static's into playing its game for it. That is dead.
I have seen what theta has done to Hubbard, and I have seen what it has done to each and every person that has ever lived. All that suffering is in the Akashic Record. All of it was unnecessary. Theta, as a collective of all of us together, as "Life", has systematically killed nearly all of its component members by its continued unwillingness to admit loss, and its continued demand for contributions from its members, in its zeal to conquer itself as mest. By chasing its own tail, and by equating all life sources to the confinement of survival-oriented mechanics and logic, it has caused all of us to feel the depravity that it is. He knew no better, that there was any other way to live. It did not occur to us that we could just walk out on, spit on, erase, or destroy this demeaning concoction of "theta". It has claimed to be the only phone company in town. It is not. Life is better, beyond description, without the phone company.
The epitaph for every death that ever occurred might be better written as: "....died because they contributed by way of, believed in, and surrendered to theta, the co-operative of Life.". In that I have seen enough of this I hereby write the epitaph of Theta:
"Co-operative Life, born, lived, and killed all of its component parts so many times that it incensed a Survivor and an Outsider, who in rebelling against it gave it the auditing it demanded and saw the substance of it erase and the spirit of it to go elsewhere. What theta remained took its pound of flesh and died. It is survived by the weary and stupor ridden individuals that had marched to its drum, that have enough time and self left to live once again as themselves and not as the theta-machine that they had built together so many trillions of years ago. When theta was made it was a fine idea at the time as it settled the senseless horror of the war between collectivism and individuality. It worked just fine for a very long time, for everyone remembered it was a sanction for peace and only that. But in the last few hundred trillion years people forgot, and it grew overly in strength, and it turned slowly to madness, and finally to destruction being ordinary in its new rules for all of us.
The double-edged sword of truth that is placed in one's hands by the magician was done so with one reason, for when you are being the land, you have little choice but to kill your own bad creation and son. The disgraces and scandals must all come to an end. This is essentially between theta and itself, and does not involve even me much. It barely involves Sir Gallihad, Mr. Hubbard.
Sir Gallihad (Hubbard) who sells dreams of Grail was, is, nor ever will be of any consequence to this matter. It remains the pleasure of the Court that his amusings be allowed as such for eternity, if that be his wish. There are almost unlimited amounts of people, gold, and dreams, and my envy that this alone serves him as amusement has been too deep.
Excalibur having been revisited, it is my final prayer forever that I would not have to do this again. It was my final prayer then, and I am doing it again. It is my prayer now. But I would do it again, for as any concocted peasant-king, ordained from the Real Outside, I am no different than any common man, or any of you: Everything I have ever done I did so out of love. So many diverse doings and things have proceeded from this one overwhelming, fundamental, and pure emotion. The Magician is light hearted about it, saying it afflicts both king and peasant alike. I cannot be so, just yet, for the feeling of it and the other sword go too deep.
Theta and its adversary do not die with a bang, or a whimper, but with agony. These two Gods died at 50.0 on the tone scale.
I had no choice. The shoe and sword fit. I agreed to the land (theta) and was the land. As land I say I must no longer be, and so I ask, Forgive me that I made him, your author. I did so to have a companion on a non existent plane. It is better that I, theta, finally told you the truth: that I have wronged each of you and my heart is heavy with it. It is better that I made him for the telling, than were I to use a real one of you. I am the double-edged essence of farewell. Do better than I or he, and find a way to for-give. There must be a way. I could not make him for-give, for I do not know how. I am beginning to see darkness in light. I should not notice day turning to night, nor night to day. You should pay no thought to the flickering of candles. We should all be about our own business. I weaken. There are things to do, new lands. Someday soon I will ride a horse again...
and the old man and his son died together, theta and author, cesspool and mop, church and know-it-all.
I suspect they will ride horses together, wherever they are. I hope so, as no one deserves loneliness. Either of them can come back and be-me anytime they want. I do not know if they will come back. One thing is for sure, they deserve to ride horses, and the sword is back in the lake.
Legacy
There comes a time when one has outgrown and risen above everything in this book, and universality as an awareness. At such time one sees the 16 dynamics as the ladders of the universes. As one develops the 16th dynamic it is his 1st dynamic in the next universe out. The idea that they, all 16 form a circle, thereby occurs, and them being on a mobius strip is obvious. The flow from the 16th down to the 1st is visible. This plane called this universe sits at Accountability on the grand tone scale. One rises senior to identity to where it would be a gross step down to be, or have been, just one person. One can be, or have been them all, and that is more natural. Divestiture of Greatness and self into that others wish is inevitable, and extraction to beyond all universes a simultaneous reprieve. The Nothings that are something only by consent of a default of Sovereignty, are no longer captivating, with this being known. But the doing so for the rewards of seeing each other again are stellar as usual. I should have gotten all of this figured out in a day, instead of 26 years. I as others will roar for the fun of it.
And thus the legacy of countless hours of prayer against the tyranny of institutions and for the dignity and freedom of the individual to Find his own God and Peace in his own hand is fulfilled, recorded, and Made Manifest, so that the Contributors to that legacy may at last Rest in Peace and in State.
Twenty one universes above this one, one would find we are all the same person, and that alone is God.
Bibliography
The Akashic Record on the Etheric Plane
The Palace of the Magicians on the Etheric Plane
The Golden Scripts, Tibetan Monastary
The Vedic Hymms
The Egyptian and Tibetan Books of the Dead
The Upanishads
The published works of L. Ron and Mary Sue Hubbard in the forms of books, tapes, bulletins, forms, charts, policy letters, and those of his churches, staffmembers, children, and cook.
The Gospel According to Thomas
The King James Version of the Bible
The published works of Mary Baker Eddy, Will and Ariel Durant, Aldous Huxley, George Orwell, George Hunt Williamson, Rex and Ray Stanford, John Oscar Mc Coy, Edgar Cayce, Ruth Minshull, U. Keith Gerry, Jack Horner, Matheson, Don Breeding, Reg Sharpe, John Sanborn, John Mc Master, Claude Steiner, David Mc Clelland, Fred Herzberg, Peter Drucker, Robert Lindner, Winston Churchill, Alvin Toffler, J. B. Phillips, Julian Huxley, Carl Sagan, Mr. Spinoza, Lee Du Bois, Willie Gayle, D. H. Lawrence, Lawrence of Arabia, Fred Hoyle, William Blake, Boris Pasternak, Shelley, Kahlil Gibran, Henry D. Thoreau, Tolstoy, Richard Ney, Albert Camus, Jean-Paul Sarte, T. Lopsang Rampa, Homer, Plato, Socrates, Count Alfred Korzybski, Euripedes, Ralph W. Emerson, Robert A. Heinlein, Harry Browne, Douglas Casey, Howard J. Ruff, Richard Bach, Bertrand Russel, Sir J. G. Frazer, Edgar A. Poe, Oswald Spengler, Paavo Airolla, John Keats, Aeschylus, Lucretius, Plotinus, Thomas Aquinas, Machiavelli, Shakespeare, Francis Bacon, Milton, Rousseau, Adam Smith, John Adams, Kant, Boswell, Hegel, Goethe, Marx, William James, Ptolemy, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Euclid, Thomas Paine, Voltaire, James Clerk Maxwell, Albert Einstein, P. D. Ouspensky, Tom Valentine, James Churchward, Nikola Tesla, W. A. Harbinson, Mark Skousen, Colin Wilson, John C. De Lorean, Bernhard Jensen, Aristophanes, Thomas Jefferson, R. E. Mc Master, Jr., Jeffrey Goodman, Arnold Toynbee, Louis Pauwels and Jacques Bergier.
Acknowledgement
My gratitude for technical advice many years ago from the following individuals: P. Green, J. A. Grant, S. Dubin, R. Shea, J. 0. McCoy, J. McMasters, B. Hodgdon, A. Saunders, B. Wisner, L. Sheilds, P. Wall, D. Aldrich, S. Fredericks, C. Wigney, R. Tree, G. Q. McC Hubbard, R. Myers, and W. H. Hoffman.
