Monday, 28 October 2013

Chapter 15A The Discussion


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All the flouride info is quite interesting. I don't remember Railio mentioning flouride but he certainly drew our attention to censorship, contradictory propaganda and contradictory teachings. Railio mentioned "D-notices" quite often. These were censorship of the press by UK government. Another topic he returned to often was contradictory medical advice. They tell you to put butter on a burnt finger, then ten years later butter is the worst thing for a burn and you should run it under a cold tap. These were bits of Railio's home-spun wisdom. He mentioned needing to get letters from doctors, lawyers and the Archbishop of Canterbury before he could get to see some restricted books such as the Emerald Tablets or the Grimoires. He seemed to think that there was a contradiction in saying there were no flying saucers if men were now going to the moon in them. To Railio it seemed that if we could build spaceships then flying saucers must be real. His thoughts were often at that sort of simplistic level. Omen (Railio's son) was worse. Omen repeated the same sort of simple-minded ideas as his dad but couldn't pronounce some of the words correctly so, in Omen's version, the French saying "Honi soit qui mal y pense" was "Onny solly mally ponce" and Omen's version of the word "homunculi" was "homm-a-Queue-lie".
Anyway, flouride. As I say, I find the subject interesting. On the other hand, though, I've been drinking tap water in England all through my life and I don't suffer from thyroid problems or the inability to make up my own mind about things (at least, not since I got away from the Mine). I'm 59 years old, I still have hair and teeth, I still have my tonsils and my appendix, I can still run up a flight of stairs or calculate numbers in my head. The reason I'm in such good health is I don't go to doctors or dentists, I don't eat meat, fish or dairy, I don't smoke, take drugs or drink alcohol and I avoid coffee, so-called "energy drinks" or other things loaded with excessive caffeine and I also avoid excessively sugary things. I eat lots of fruit and veg, grains, pulses etc. I have never driven a car in my life and don't wish to. Car drivers are destroying the planet. They are also unhealthy through the effect of lack of exercise. That effect combines with stress and road rage.
I'm not worried about flouride but I'm enraged by the hypocrisy of people calling themselves environmentalists or lovers of the planet and then driving around in a car. Anyhoo... There's a report on flouride which has been going the rounds. Originally commissioned by the Christian Science Monitor and then, apparently, censored and not published.
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There's not much purpose in replying to what NM said because she or he (it isn't always possible to guess someone's gender on the web) just did her/his usual thing of misinterpreting what I'd said and then criticising what (s)he thought it was. I know from past experience of about 17 years of web debating on many many issues that once somebody starts doing that thing of every so slightly misinterpreting what you've said and then arguing against what they think you said that there's nothing to be gained from trying to explain what you actually said, because it's right there on the page in front of them and they still managed to see something different... Well, no matter what I say that person will continue to see whatever meaning (s)he wishes to see.
Just remembered tomorrow is dustbin day. I'd better go and put the bins out. NM will probably want to root around in them to prove nothing is ever completely crap (and I never said it was completely).
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I thought it might be appropriate to post 3 religious ideas which have meant a great deal to me over the years.
Firstly, the reputed philosophy of Pelagius in Europe in the Middle Ages. Now, I say "reputed" philosophy because the thing I most like from Pelagius is something which he actually denied saying. Roman Papal authority called him a heretic for saying it and he denied he ever had said it, but it's a great philosophy anyway, whether he said it or not, someone somewhere must have said it and I agree with it wholeheartedly. So what was it that Pelagius was supposed to have said which caused all the fuss?
He's supposed to have gone around saying that it didn't matter so much whether the miracle stories in the bible were actually true, as long as you were a good, kind person and lived a good life of virtue, kindness and charity. The goodness and kindness were the important part, not the stories or the miracles. I read that years ago and it made perfect sense to me. It still does. Regardless of whether Pelagius actually said or not I believe it still stands as an important guideline to life.
The second thing is from C. S. Lewis's series of children's books "The Chronicles of Narnia", in the volume called "The Last Battle" there is a religion which worships Tash, the god of all things vile and horrid. Emeth, a worshipper of Tash, believes Tash to be a good god and does good works in his name.
Aslan is the the opposite of Tash and represents good. However there are some who do wickedness claiming it to be in Aslan's name. At the end these wicked ones are rejected by Aslan but Emeth, who was good is accepted by Aslan, even though Emeth thought himself to be a worshipper of Tash. Aslan explains that all good works are always for Aslan, even if done by someone who doesn't know it is Aslan and thinks it is Tash. "No service which is vile can be done to me, and none which is not vile can be done to him".
The 3rd idea which I wanted to post here is from Matthew 7:16: "By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles?" I believe this is very important. If a religion claims to be 99 different types of wonderful but actually does no good works in the world, it isn't good. If a philosophy describes itself as nothing very important at all but actually helps a lot of people back from starvation and homelessness, then it's good. It really is just like identifying trees by their fruit. You get apples on an apple tree and oranges on an orange tree. You get good works in the world from good people. You get lies, dissociation and mind-bending from lying, dissociative mind-benders. It's just the fruit of the tree.

(Copyright Peter-David Smith, Exeter, Devon 2013)

Chapter 14A The Discussion


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Look, here's the thing: Any philosophy or teaching is either something good and of value to the world and the planet and humanity or is a nothingness and crap and worthless. Either way it's of no use if it's locked up in a hidden box somewhere. Get it out of the box and expose it to the light of day and then the world can see whether it's good and of value or nothingness and crap. Locked away somewhere it's no use to anyone.
"In the G-Mine Vine writings, he established platforms of reasoning and logic which were based on the observation of natural processes" What platforms of reasoning and logic? Can you describe even one platform of reasoning and logic which was thus established? The term "platform" suggests something to stand on, a solid position from which to look at other things. Descartes' Cogito Ergo Sum is such a platform. Empirical practice may be considered another such platform. Other established "platforms" may include inductive and deductive reasoning or various forms of dialectic such as the Platonic-Socratic Dialectic or Hegel's Historicism. The validity of these platforms may, however, be open to question from an Existential view. Can you describe even one "platform" of reasoning and logic produced by Railio to add to those already extant?
"Railio's skill and presence also increased dramatically during the Nineties. So much so that he was able to teach specific, detailed lessons on the natural, occult phenomena associated with human life." Occult means hidden. If explained in detail the occult would no longer be occult, it would be science. What was revealed?
"In some cases he did this by creating new words which could contain the concepts necessary for understanding. These new words were created by applying the alpha-curio-bet which we all learned in the early days, but the elevated result was astounding."The "Alpha-Curio-Bet" was a paper produced by Railio in the early days of the Mine. The basis of the Alpha-curio-bet or Alphacuriobet was to attribute meaning to each of the 26 letters of the English alphabet, in a manner similar to the Kabbalah interpretation of Hebrew. Usually in English linguistics the smallest unit of signification would be the syllable, however the signification of individual letters can be found in early written language.
To compare traditional meanings of the alphabet (which is a word derived from the first 2 letters alph and beth): The letters in ancient languages such as Phoenician, Aramaic, Greek and Latin are the ancestors of the English alphabet and the meanings usually attributed to each one of the letters are: A=Ox (Alf or Aleph), B=House (bet or beth), C=Camel (Gimel), D=Door (Dalet), E=Window (He) also a name of God in Hebrew and part of the Tetragrammaton, F=Hook (Vau or Waw) also part of the Tetragrammaton, G=Camel (Gimel), H=Wall (Heth) (Heh) (The Eight), I=Hand (Yodh) a name of God and part of the Tetragrammaton, J=Hand (Yodh) a name of God and part of the Tetragrammaton, K=Palm of the Hand (Kaph) meaning "like" or "similar to", L=Crook or Goad (for driving oxen and other animals) (to be driven somewhere and wanted for a purpose), M=Water (Mem), N=Serpent (Nun), O=Eye (Ayin), P=Mouth (Pe), Q=Eye of a Needle - Threading (Qoph), R=Head (Resh) (Rav, Rabbi), S=Tooth (Shin) (Pronoun), T=Mark or cut or wound (Tav) (400 in Gematria), Th=Wheel (Chakra in Sanskrit) (Theta in Greek) (Teth), U=Hook (Vau or Waw)), V=Hook (Vau or Waw), W=Hook (Vau or Waw), X=Fish (Samekh or Semka), Y=Hook (Vau or Waw), Z=Weapon (but also genital) (Zayin).
By comparison, in Railio's version he gives "A" the meaning of "ancient and original aspect" as well as the "brain in the spinal column" instead of the traditional meaning of "Ox". "B" is given "blood aspect", "C" is given to mean "Emotion", "D" is given to mean "diminishment", "E" - "the brain in the head" and "blueshift aspects of things", "F" "feeling" and "fineness", "G" - pinpointing a level, "H" - "Human aspect", "I" - "Sun level", "J" - Daydreaming, "K" - "Saturnian", "L" - "Low" or "Slow", "M" - "Maternal aspect", "N" - "Marking a passage of force", "O" - "Planetary level" (in the Ray of Creation), "P" - "Martian", "Q" - "Special", "R" - "Rota, Tarot, Rotation" and "Repetition", "S" - "Put upon", "T" - "A sense of gain", "U" - "Moon level", "V" - "Dispair, depression", "W" - "Wet, humid", "X" - "Solar", "Y" - "Pinpoint, cosmic", "Z" - "Cosmic birth and creation track".
In addition, letters a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h and i were said in Railio's version to be the alphabet of the sun, letters j,k,l,m,n and o the alphabet of the planet, letters p,q,r,s,t and u the alphabet of the moon and letters v,w,x,y and z were the alphabet of time. These ideas said to the audience in a tone of voice like a conjurer announcing his tricks and the audience absolutely lapping it up, scribbling hurried notes so as to spend every waking moment from then on working out what it all means. I know, I was one of those idiots lapping it up and taking copious notes. I was able to write this from memory today without consulting any books or notes, even though I haven't thought about most of this stuff for years I worked on it so much all those years ago that it comes just flooding back very easily. H=Wall (Heth) (Heh) The laughter of the flying spaghetti monster as it hits the wall.
One of the big problems with a made-up system like the alphacuriobet (and the alphacuriobeta... don't ask...) is that they completely fail to explain why "T" can mean "gain" when the word "gain" doesn't contain the letter "T", or why "emotion" doesn't contain the letter "C" if "C" is supposed to mean emotion. When an Mine person tries to ask his or her usher about it they are met with that trick of saying "Ahhhh, that's another mystery" and hurrying away as if busy.
"In the 2nd Crete Seminar for example, Railio produced lessons on the spirit and soul, based on early teachings about the vowels 'I', 'O', and 'U'. In the G-Mine Vine Master Class, he vividly explained how humans 'metabolize' the Unseen Worlds." You can't "metabolise" the unseen worlds. The unseen worlds are worlds of the imagination and dreams. They come from within, not from without. They are already metabolised in the chemistry of the brain.
"The explanation was based on what we know about viruses, but Railio took the process up several levels in the Astral Light and taught about Viritics." That's actually pataphysics. If you want to know more about it look at the work of the guy Railio is ripping off, namely Alfred Jarry.
Surrealism is great, as art. However if you hijack surrealism to use as a way of enslaving people, that's not so great.
"The power of Railio's presence during these later meetings was palpable and stunning." Like I said before, somebody was secretly putting something in the tea.
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In addition to ripping off Alfred Jarry's Pataphysics Railio was also using William Burroughs' concept of language as a virus, as related in "The Ticket That Exploded". Language, obviously, is the one main vector by which one person's inner world is transmitted to another person. That's your viritic vector. But it doesn't metabolise INTO you from Railio it de-metabolises out from your own inner world which Railio is seeking to colonise and enslave. Read Orwell's "1984" for how the fascist controls you through changing the language, making it impossible for you to think any thought which isn't what he wants you to think. Read Railio's own paper "How to Think". Orwell gives us the concept of "Newspeak" by which virus the Ministry of Truth re-writes what you can know of reality, coining new words as needed and scrapping old words which would've allowed you to think freely. A revolutionary realises: "First control the radio station". Gill Scott Heron had it right "The Revolution will not be Televised". Language is used to neuro-programme your brain to determine what concepts you can or can't understand. It isn't always about breaking heads, it's also about breaking hearts and minds. Language is the key (oh yea, baby, the key!!). This means all (honey, I tell you ALL) forms of language, including written, spoken, body language, images, sculpture, movies and all the semiotic forms possible. Railio wouldn't tell you he was getting this stuff from Jarry and Burroughs because he didn't want you know.


(Copyright Peter-David Smith, Exeter, Devon 2013)

Chapter 13A The Discussion

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Well there used to be the men and women in white tunics with blue and green stripes on their sleeves, around the same time as Diamond Rod came out. Remember them? Green Emeralds and and Blue Emeralds.

I remember researching gems at the time and finding that Beryllium, the 4th element in the periodic table was most often found in the form of gemstones and the chemical impurities in these gemstones cause them to have different colours. I learned in my local public library back in 1978 or 79 or thereabouts that the most commonly found are green (emeralds), blue (aquamarines), pink beryls and yellow beryls. Modern day Wikipedia gives more detailed info.

I was studying gems in the time period when Gem had died of cancer and I wanted to know what had gone wrong with the so-called "healing forces" of the so-called "Mine". I put in a lot of hours looking at gem books and The Periodic Table of the Elements. Crystal lattice structures, stuff like that.

In meetings people were saying that Leo chose which ushers and ladies would be Blue Emeros or Green Emeros. There was talk of the Emeros forming pair bonds via a gold rod and the blue and green emeralds "growing" on the two ends. There was speculation that these gold rods of pair bonded emerald gentlemen and emerald ladies were the "Diamond Rods" or gold rods with gems on. I'm not sure how much of that came from Leo and how much people added from their imaginations.

As if these ideas weren't misleading enough there then came the idea of the "Pemero" ushers who were supposed to have Platinum force. It was all smoke and mirrors and images of not what and what not.

In Diamond Rod the Lady Dod's name is supposed to mean D.O.D. for "Don't Offer Death" which is different to its meaning at the American Department of Defen(s)e.

Last night I had a dream that 4 Mine people came to smash up my home and I somehow had superhuman strength and was able to physically pick them up and throw them out the door. Dreams are great, if only I remembered them more often when I wake.

Maybe they could send all their elementals, fairies, hobgoblins, angels and devils to attack me next time and I could defeat them too with my hulk-like superpowers. Great fun.

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The Gold Rod tunic was nicknamed "Flash Gordon" which anagrams to "Rod Gon Flash".

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Mad as in angry or just plain nuts?
This thread reminds me of when old soldiers talk almost fondly of times when they were up to their necks in muck and bullets and in constant fear of their lives and they remember the name of that corporal they hated so much and it almost sounds as if they'd like to go through it all again. Almost but not quite.

When I began to be aware of connotational speech, I mean speech which connotes rather than denotes, that is to say speech which implies meaning rather having direct straightforward meaning or drops words into the flow of speech like markers of associated knowledge... urrmm, well whatever... But when I became aware of that type of speech I was very confused about because I was in my early 20s and, up until then, I had always used words in a straightforward denotational way, so if I had said something like "This world is all I know" it would have been a simple statement of not knowing any other world, rather than implying that the word "all" had some special connection to the concept of "world". If I had said a photograph was "not much like the person it was meant to be" I would simply have been saying that it was a poor photograph, rather than implying that the word "not" had some special relationship to the concept of images. Then I began to be aware that other people used words in that other, connotational or implicatoral way. The effect was devastating as I became more and more worried about "hidden meanings" and "coded key words" in speech. At first I thought it was only an Mine thing (because I didn't often mix much with non-Mine people) but then I began to see the same things from people everywhere.

The phrases "if you have the eyes to see" and "if you have the ears to hear" took on exaggerated significance. I tried to talk to other Mine people about it - but was met with a stony wall of taboo. The response was usually a disgusted "I don't know WHAT you're talking about!" from every Mine gentleman and lady with whom I attempted to broach the subject, or sometimes a derisive "Do you want me to TELL you?" to which I would reply "Yes of course I want you to TELL me! I wouldn't be asking about it if I didn't want to know the answer." I began to get the idea that this connotational or implicatoral speech was some sort of weird game which people everywhere played but would not admit to. It was as if speaking about this openly would be breaking the rules. Then I had my overwork breakdown and what I think were probably petit mal seizures.

I had a lot of other weird experiences which don't make much sense and which I believe to be the partial disintegration of my thought processes while I was still under Omen's hypnosis.

It was suggested to me that if I didn't "get it" I must be "stupid" or "blind" but years later passing the Mensa I.Q. test with an I.Q. of 160 and subsequently going to university and earning myself an honours degree have proved I'm not stupid, just differently abled. Towards the beginning of the 1990s I had begun to be of the opinion that I had Asperger's Syndrome or something in the autistic spectrum of conditions. However I've subsequently realised I'm slightly (or a lot) different to those conditions because I like a lot of change and variety, whereas Asperger's people tend to like repetitive routines and schedules.

Whatever I've got, Mine certainly messed with it and made it more complicated.




(Copyright Peter-David Smith, Exeter, Devon 2013)

Chapter 12A The Discussion

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I think the discussion on this thread would have to go on a quite a bit longer before it would begin to look obsessive-compulsive, I mean for instance I left the Mine in 1980 and made a serious point of not mentioning the Mine to many people, not talking about it, getting as far as possible away from Mine type of things for years and years. It's only now that I'm old and have done a whole lot of other things, went to drama school for a year and art school for three years, was a hunt sab for several years, took part in protests against South African apartheid and against American Cruise missiles, worked with children and with old people and on an animal sanctuary, made audio art for last.fm and video art for Youtube, worked in all sorts of jobs and had various different relationships with people...etc. etc. only after all those years that I saw this thread and decided it was time to unload all the bitterness about what the Mine did to our youth.
The references to being "real" are really ironic because that's actually a cultural influence. It's a direct reflection of the way people talked back in 1974 in the post-hippy and pre-punk era. In those days talking about being "more real" was a cultural thing amongst young people who'd been influenced by the hippies and their ideas. It was "more real" to wear no make-up, it was "real" to live together in open plan free love relationships than to be in a traditional monogamous one, folk rock was "more real" than disco etc. It's the way people talked in the culture and fashion of those times. Tremendous irony that such a fashionable culture element was adopted and kept going in the Petri dish of the Mine.
The homophobia thing is a real mind-jazzer. Before joining the Mine I was a basically heterosexual young man who liked the image of trans-sexuality and androgyny as portrayed by David Bowie and other glam rockers. I sort of wanted to be bisexual but wasn't really that attracted to the male body. Still, I believed in keeping the option open in case there should ever be a man I really fancied. After a few short months of Mine indoctrination (and they actually did use the word "indoctrination" - it was one of the steps to First Establishment) I had been transformed into a brainwashed person who believes the stories they told about homosexuality being a disease, a form of electrical cancer in the human aura. How is it possible to twist a person's find to that extent? It isn't possible unless you factor in hypnosis and possibly some drug in the tea.
A few years ago I was working as a contract cleaner and had been sent by my employer to do some cleaning at the Unichem warehouse, where they had shelves and shelves of headache pills and indigestion remedies and all manner of pharmaceuticals. While I was cleaning there I heard one of the warehouse workers attempting to amuse his workmates by singing a little song verse he'd made up with the lyrics "Rohypnol - It's THE WAY...la la la" which he obviously thought was very funny and clever. It immediately remined me of suspicions I've had about the Mine. I remember one meeting in Winscombe Street Church Hall in 1974 when I was talking to someone and drinking a cup of tea, when I began to feel very odd indeed and then found I had wet my trousers. I managed to conceal the wet patch from the gaze of other people, quickly got my coat on, and left the meeting in a hurry, making lame excuses to the woman I'd been in conversation with. I was about 21 years of age and had never had any urinary or bladder problems before or since. At the time, because I was believing all the things they told me in the Mine I believed it was caused by "the force" or by some joker spiralling force into my left foot (we had been told that that was a way to make someone wet themselves). After leaving the Mine a few years later I realised it was more likely to have been something in the tea.
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42
Some further thoughts on the number 42:
42 days is one and a half lunar cycles (six phases of the moon) or six weeks.
If you roll a die the numbers on the six faces of the die add up to 21 but if you roll 2 dice the numbers on the faces add up to 42.
It is six sevens or seven sixes suggesting life, the universe and everything is all at sixes and sevens (well this is coming from the title of a comic novel by Douglas Adams so you expected seriousness?)
I don't believe in numerology but I believe 2 other things which I know sometimes give the outward appearance of numerology, namely mathematics and traditional cultural usage.
Funny thing, when I was in the Mine I did masses of study into numbers and people didn't seem particularly interested because the things I discovered (which seemed pretty stunning to me) didn't come from Leo or one of the ushers. I suppose I didn't used to know the right words in those days to make people feel impressed by what I was saying, I only knew the raw mathematical facts. I can see, in retrospect, that most people are seldom impressed by maths but give them connotative usage of what they believe to be the right words and they eat it up, even though they still don't actually understand it. For a long time I thought I must be autistic or Asperger's because it took me so long to see what it was that other people consider impressive, then I realised that Asperger's Syndrome and other autistic spectrum disorders cause the person to love repetitive schedules, whereas I'm the opposite to that and love changes of pattern and continual variety. Therefore I've got something else which is sort of like Asperger's in reverse.

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Chapter 11A The Discussion


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Thanks for the message. I didn't know about the rape until I came to this thread.
I do think it was a disaster waiting to happen though. I mean, if you train a whole bunch of people to do 'healings' and they then train another whole bunch by pyramid selling, well eventually it's inevitable that the bad side of human nature will take advantage of it.
Re:Wikipedia:
I tried rewriting the article about the Mine and the Cookie Cutter Network on Wikipedia a few years ago because the then current version of the page was a bit like an advert for them. A swarm of Mine people and then some independent Wikipedia editors were trying to slant the article different ways. The resulting article now has ceased to be like an advert though it's probably still a bit inaccurate. If you look at the Wikipedia page and click on 'history' you'll see that the oldest version was from the 8th of May 2005, then there's a bit of squabbling back and forth between Mine people and Non-Mine editors. I came in on the 7th of October 2005 to try adjusting the P.O.V. and began to rewrite in the following week on the 14th. My Wikipedia editing name is 'Slurm-Johnson' and you'll see in the article's history I worked on it quite a lot. Other people have added to the article since then and the current version is talking about a different society than the one I remember.
Wikipedia is never to be entirely trusted but it does give some vague idea of some subjects.
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Tiger American? He didn't used to be. Did become a naturalised American citizen? I remember from somewhere around 1980 a tape cassette which I bought in the Meeting Chamber shop of Roy being interviewed on American local radio in Florida. Fairly banal stuff, saying they'd have to call the fizz "Vimto" in America because the DJ had said there was a copyrighted soft drink called "The Fizz" or something. Mine ladies affecting to be all excited at the news that Lady Diamond had been swimming. A general sense of the whole organisation growing old with Railio and Diamond and gradually losing any particular direction. Several ushers had left or been expelled in the mid-1970s and we were told that these ushers (Nimra, Ermin and whoever) were to be known as "Stinky Wow-Wows" because they had disgraced themselves. Lots of students repeated the childish insult and everyone felt glad not to be one of those disgraced people. We heard stories that Nimra was now "calling himself Echo" and that Ermin was to be known as "Ermin the Vermin". It was like Stalinist purges of Trotskyites. In Newspeak terms I guess these guys must have done something "doubleplus ungood" but we weren't told what it was. There was a rumour of some sort of sexcrime but whether severe or mild we didn't know. Nor even if there was any truth behind the rumour. Nor even who exactly it applied to, if anyone. An increasing feeling of hidden conflicts behind the scenes and the entire organisation turning into a theatrical performance. And all through the mix was the presence of doublethink.
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The "higher" "finer" worlds of nowhere
Tiger was the artist who painted various Tarot packs for the Mine. He was from a background of Gurdjieff studies and travelling to the east I believe. He spoke with a very English accent and had a distinctive habit of saying "Yes?" at the end of sentences, such as "There's a meeting this evening, yes?" and "We'll do a tarot reading, yes?" etc.
It is indeed a very pleasant day today. Much warmer and sunnier. I've been in the habit of being awake at night and sleeping in the day because electricity is cheaper at night and I'm very poor. Now that the weather is improving I might be able to sleep during the night-time again.
Scientists tell us that Rapid Eye Movements prove that everybody dreams whether they remember it or not. To me that evidence sounds a bit shaky but, assuming it is true, many of us still wake with no memory of dreaming. I usually sleep very soundly and awake without any recollection of dreams. On those rare occasions when I remember a dream it is usually a rehash of something I had been thinking about on the previous day or some fairly meaningless images. When I was a child I used to read a lot of superhero comics and these prompted a lot of flying dreams, influenced by Superman and Doctor Strange. When I grew up I stopped reading comics and the flying dreams went away until the 1980s when Alan Moore's Miracleman and Neil Gaiman's Sandman and others made comics interesting again, then the flying dreams occasionally returned.
Why is it people who believe in out of body experiences always say "astral travelling" why does nobody ever say they've been "mental travelling" or "emotional travelling"? Perhaps nobody knows what these terms are meant to mean and just the idea of being out of the body is titillating enough in itself.
The rare times when I remember a dream it is usually because I've slept in an uncomfortable position or on a sofa or something.
I'm just remembering how it felt to believe in all that stuff about auras and what not and for a person to feel they were getting on with their development when actually they were doing nothing much at all and the great things which were happening to them were all in their imagination, in the "higher" "finer" worlds of nowhere.


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Chapter 10A The Discussion


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Some movies to watch
"Hannibal" starring Anthony Hopkins. The scene where Ray Liotta eats his own brain. That scene always makes me think of what the Mine was like, metaphorically.
Also: "Max" starring John Cusack.
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I think all that "lizards from outer space" stuff is supposed to be a joke and it sounds like you've taken it seriously.
Gurdjieff's "man the sleepwalker", "man the machine" stuff etcetera is about hypnotism, and that's all he was talking about, levels of hypnotism, mesmeric energy etc. Railio seems to have got the initial idea of hypnosis by fragmentation of the psyche from Gurdjieff's use of it. A divide and conquer tactic.
If you attempt to "self-remember", "self-observe", withhold your "negative emotions" and do a whole bunch of other stuff which Gurdjieff talked about and which Railio regurgitated the result is a division of consciousness so that your mind is caused to be in several places at once and thus de-focussed. This softens you up for takeover by the mesmerist.
We humans are able to multi-task within reasonable limits but too much multi-tasking breaks or bends the mind.
Consider the sayings:
"Invasion is not always about breaking heads it can also be about breaking hearts and minds".
"There are no eyes in a group, that's why they don't see what's happening."
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I'm trying to make heads and tails of E's posts. In one of them he says "You can whine and complain and tell stories and make excuses all you want, but in the end, YOU are responsible for what happens to you." and then, on another post he says "In reality, the only thing controlling your fate is NOT YOU!"
So he's saying we control our own fate but we don't control our own fate. I come from a family which is Irish on my mother's side and we have a sometimes Irish sense of humour, which is the love of paradox. We enjoy humour along the lines of "it is and it isn't" or "get up 'til I'll knock you down" or ""I see," said the blind man, "A hole in the wall"".
Still, anyway, either of those statements, the one saying we do control our fate and the one saying we don't, they are both wrong. In reality the fate of any living creature is governed by many factors and one of those factors is our own choices and decisions. If you think you have no ability to affect what happens to you then you delude yourself but if you think you have 100% control over your future then you delude yourself again.
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Railionardo Da Vinci: The Renaissance Man. The archetype of polymath. The wonder worker Railionardo, Railio for short, turning his hand to arts and sciences, matters spiritual or anatomical. A representative of balanced human development and the enlightenment.
Mona Lisa Gherardini: The Renaissance Woman. A silent enigmatic priestess or Madonna. Objectified by men and imprisoned in a gilded frame. The archetype of objectification, just sitting there and looking pretty.
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The use of "18" by neo-Nazis does seem to be true. I heard about it way back in the mid-90s when attending AFA (Anti-Fascist Action) meetings. I'm thinking of making a video of Hitler shooting himself through the head in a Berlin bunker while his Rock-Ola jukebox plays Pete Wingfield's hit "18 with a Bullet". It would be hilarious. Maybe with Hitler miming the words like in Dennis Potter's Pennies from Heaven.
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There was an American guy in the Mine who'd been there since the very early days and I'm trying to remember his name. cauchemar, do you remember what it was? I have a bit of a mental blank on it. He was 30ish or older in the mid-1970s, he had curly hair and a moustache. He used to write poetry. There was a meeting once when Railio pointed at him. Railio said, "There's only one man in the Mine who thinks the way I do and that's that man there!" and pointed at the American guy. I remember distinctly because I was sitting in the next chair to the American and, for one split second, I thought Railio was pointing at me, which was a very startling experience, and then one split second later I realised Railio wasn't pointing at me but at the American. As I think back on it now I'm amazed to find that the guy's name has fallen through a hole in my poor memory. You would think that after such a recommendation his name would be very well remembered but it's proving impossible to dredge up from the depths of my ageing brain.
Oh, I remember he physically bore some facial resemblance to Kurt Vonnegut.
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Yes I think it was Hart. My memory was giving me a different mental image with the name Hart, so the correct image didn't have a name attached; But yes, now that you've remined me the man I was thinking was called Hart and he read us some of his poetry once. He did seem to be quite a nice chap. Anyway Railio pointed at Hart and said he was the only man in the Mine who thinks the same way.

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I think the other guy I was mixing him up with was Jacob. Railio used greet Jacob with the words "Jacob was an hairy man!" and chuckle.
In the bible Jacob was actually a smooth man and his brother Esau was the hairy one but Railio used to say "Jacob was an hairy man".
Omen also tried to have little anecdotes about various group members but Omen tended to remember the wrong story about people. For instance, a couple of times Omen told people that when he asked me why I was in the Mine I had told him "Because I get a buzz out of it" which was not me at all but was a line actually said by the second person to call himself Omen, a man from Mine Ceremonies who was one of the 3 jesters. I had to correct Omen several times when he "remembered" things about me which actually belonged to someone else entirely.

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Could you please PM me what E's deleted comment was because I'd find it helpful towards understanding where he's coming from. Thanks.
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My opinion of Railio isn't based on his writings, whether earlier or later, but on the way Railio spoke and acted in meetings. He talked a lot about experiences from his early life when he was obviously thoroughly into "the culture". He drove a car and thus contributed to the destruction of the planet's environment and hypocritically talked about helping mother earth. On several occasions he boasted at us saying "The things I've done in my life are probably worse than the things any of you have ever done in your lives! In fact I am sure of it! I used to be in the black hand gang!" I always assumed that the "black hand gang" he was referring to was the one from the Jimmy Clitheroe radio show (who were little tearaways and very anti-girls) and not the Mafia gang of the same name. He liked BBC radio comedy and sometimes phrased his lectures in styles which bore a slight resemblance to routines from Frankie Howard, Morcambe and Wise, Eric Sykes etc. There was often a little bit of knockabout humour in the way he jousted and wrangled with his ushers and lieutenants. I remember meetings from early Mine days through to Mineent Way, Airway Endeavour etc. at Putney where Railio was talking about concepts ranging from "pitching and yawing" to "The Void", where he was using various ushers as bit players and getting them to play the part of various forces and elements of the universe. I remember the lectures at Putney were recorded and sold on cassette tapes. They probably still exist in some archive somewhere so it might be possible to get a copy of Railio's "The Lecture on the Void" which would give you some idea of his lecture/theatrical style.
You don't get this from the books and papers, whether earlier written or later. This sense of knockabout comedy and love of the culture. he combined this with the Gurdjieff-style of hypnosis to make a peculiarly British type of rascal guru.
There was one meeting when he asked for a volunteer from the circle. I volunteered. Railio had a table placed in the centre of the circle and asked me to lay down on the table, looking upwards. As I lay there on my back Railio told me to close my eyes. I couldn't see what he was doing but he rolled up my left trouser leg to the knee. Then he told me to tell him if I felt anything. After a while I thought I felt something touch my leg, just for a brief second, then nothing. I told Railio "A slight touch on my leg". Railio repeated in a louder voice to the group "I touched your leg!" Then he told me to open my eyes and return to my seat. Railio gave us no explanation for what the exercise what meant to be and, in the tea break, when I asked people no-one else knew what it was meant to be either. Railio was not available for comment.
Railio's behaviour at meetings tended to be of bravado, nods, winks and anecdotes. No magical forces or "atmospheres" manifested around him but his leading acolytes always swear blind that these occult forces were always there.
Railio's stories about his own life were full of failed schemes to make a million pounds, dead end jobs as a security guard and as an Encyclopaedia Britannica salesman. He talked about getting the works of philosophers as a "job lot". Ironic that you should mention "malcontents having to look for answers and self esteem in the intellectual labyrinths of Wikipedia" since Wikipedia began from an old public domain edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica, the very book Railio spent part of his life trying to sell. Railio used to talk about his early days when he was classed as "sub-standard" by academic authorities and he clearly felt bitter about that throughout his whole life. He liked the police force and the structure of law and order, he liked light entertainment and comedy. If these are not part of the "culture" then what is? His use of the word "culture" may remind people of Ayn Rand and Objectivism but his "Towards Yourself" book of handy little sayings is in the style of Chairman Mao's little red book from the cultural revolution. He once said "All this," stretching his arms out to indicate the whole Mine, "would make a very interesting form of Communism." He delighted in saying things that people would think sounded odd and incongruous. His son Omen talked about the Mine one day having its own island somewhere so Mine people could live separately from the "culture". Railio and the Mine failed to produce even one example of proven healing, failed to gather followers in any great numbers, even to this day Mine remains an obscure thing of which most people have never heard. Railio was born in 1922 and was 52 years old in 1974 when the Mine had gained only 80 members. We all met in one church hall and performed the "Mine Sound" together, walking the yin/yang symbol drawn in chalk on the floor and each person making their own individual sound which combined to make the sound of the whole Mine. Eight years later, in 1982 when Ayn Rand died, Railio was 60 years old and was retiring from much active involvement in the Mine groups. He'd given us a trilogy of little books: Grip, Diamond Rod and Dear Dragon, plus a collection of sayings, some poetry and a collection of papers on subjects like "How to Think" and "Man the Machine". Almost all of his writing is derivative of Gurdjieff and others and characterised throughout by a theme of "here we are, doing something amazing" and "all of us together, oddballs and misfits but in touch with something wonderful" and "we were all failures in lives but now some great higher purpose has come to set us on the way" and "we, the rejected misfits of the world, are now illumined and enlightened by the truth and the purpose, in love, honour and respect of our duty to creation" etcetera etcetera...yada yada. All of which are mere regurgitations of other people's ideas spiced up by that irrepressible sense of "last chance for the misbegotten sub-standard ones now that the gods have smiled on us at last" kind of thing. 

(Copyright Peter-David Smith, Exeter, Devon 2013)

Chapter 9A The Discussion

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About the sexuality you wrote of here.
I can remember when The Church of the Mine began in 1977 and the handbook of the Church was published telling us all of the Church's official beliefs. It included the precept that masturbation was not to be considered sinful as long as not practised more than once in one week. That blew my mind at the time because I'd joined the Mine at a time when I was intending to become a monk or priest or something religiously devoted to God/Truth/Enlightenment/The Ultimate, whatever but at the time of joining I'd still been living with a girlfriend, so not celibate but with religious leanings in that direction. In 1977, after 3 years of Mine, I was living celibately at my mum's house and extremely conflicted about the subject of masturbation. I used to to blush crimson in meetings if Leo said something like "mass per unit volume" (LOL) because the first syllable of it rMineded me that, like a typical monk, I sometimes couldn't stay "pure".
Then the church handbook came out and we had permission to do that bad thing as long as we kept to the tantric seeming rule of "once in one week". I was 24 that year so I was at the absolute height sexual problems. The heatwave in 1976 hadn't been much help either!
Going back a bit, to 1974, I remember a meeting when Omen had us all doing "practicals", which meant exercises like trying to sense a red book with the Uraus while blindfold or sense when 2 other students were projecting a barrier for us to walk into. Then, on the heels of these kind of energy experiments, came an exercise where we had form couples, man and lady, and hold each other's hand while jumping over a broomstick. No explanation was given for why we were jumping over a broomstick or what sort of "psychic energy" thing it was meant to prove. The woman I jumped over the broomstick with was a "Mine lady" called Oan-Nel (approximately anagrams to "alone"). After the broomstick exercise I was surprised to find that Omen didn't ever explain to us what it was meant to be. However, several men in the group congratulated me and said "mazel tov". I didn't come from a Jewish background so I asked them what this meant and no-one would tell me, although one guy laughed and said "You'll find out".
Many years later, after leaving the Mine, I discovered that jumping over a broomstick is supposed to be a marriage ceremony in some parts of the world. Then I realised that my ignorance of that fact had saved me from being trapped into a trick marriage which would have entangled me further into the Mine and probably would've made it impossible for me to ever leave. Especially if there were offspring. Lucky for me I didn't know what it was supposed to be and no-one told me.
Oan-Nel was a very attractive woman but marriage should never be a trick, especially one where one of the partners isn't even told about it after the event! After that I think Oan-Nel lived with Omen's triangle for a while, making it quadrangle I suppose, and then lived with Grimm, Omen's brother.
People looked at me a bit funny after the broomstick thing and said some slightly odd things but no-one ever explained it to me.
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Actually, as I think back on it, I remember that I began to think, in 1974, that maybe Omen "had it in for me". However I immediately dismissed any thought like that as being ridiculous. That's the nature of being in a controlled state. Nevertheless the thought did cross my mind, even in that controlled state, because the first Mine woman I liked after I'd split up with my girlfriend was Wreathe and I thought she seemed to like me too, but then she went to live with Omen. Then I liked Gnomi, but then she went to live with Omen too. The were like a triangle and I took a liking to Oan-Nel, but then Oan-Nel went to live with Omen too, so then they were like a square quad wrangle and I had no idea of the meaning of the broomstick exercise. After that I sort of gave up on the idea of finding romance. Anybody I liked immediately went to live with Omen each time. He was also invasive in the sense that, if he saw that a man and a woman in the group seemed to like each other, he would make a comment about it when he was talking to the group, sometimes obliquely, sometimes more direct. These comments were like a bucket of cold water.
Two years later there was the Mineent Way and I went out on a couple of dates with a woman called "Astarte". These dates were very chaste, without very much physical contact.
I used to do a lot of theatrical and court jestery sort of things and people kept telling me that I should be in the Mine 2, also called Mine Theatre or Mine Ceremonies. I agreed but every time I applied to join them Grimm refused me.
My groundwork was off the scale by this time. I was wrestling with ideas no-one else in the Mine could get their heads around. I tried talking to people about things I was interested in such as DNA molecules, four dimensional pentagrams, theatre as a means of healing, connections between acupuncture lines and the "force", comedy as a type of conceptual music, figuring out what the 48 laws of planet level were, mapping which parts of the Earth's surface corresponded to which human organs and anatomical parts, etc. etc. etc. Nobody had any clue what I was talking about. My brain was racing away night and day. I've always had that constant stream of ideas going on and I still do but, during the years in the Mine, it was mixed together with doing Mine "groundwork".
During 1977 when I had my (what I like to call) "breakdown" with the petit mal epilepsy and other problems it was partly about a delusion I began to suffer from that all the religions and cults and what not were all connected and part of a grand conspiracy. Some people really believe that, of course, but I only had it as a temporary delusion while my brain was overtaxed from non-stop work night and day.
During those months I wondered if something had happened to me when I stayed overnight at Ruby's house in her spare room. It was Spike Milligan's house too, so in my delusional state I imagined that there was some kind of presence or being which hovered over Spike and his home and gave him madness and I wondered if this same being was having a go at me too. All nonsense of course, product of an overstrained, overworked mind, but also a fascinating inner journey which was like my shamanic dark night of the soul. Six months is a long dark night!















When the madness was over I got a job working on the night shift in a South London petrol station at Nine Elms. We had a police agency card contract, which meant that police vehicles came in to fill up and paid for the fuel on a special credit card system with Esso. One night while I was safely sealed in behind the bullet-proof glass (ha ha) serving customers through a hatch I saw a man get attacked on the opposite side of the road. He was walking along and then another man came up behind him and knocked him down, kicked him several times and hurried away. The attacker had a raincoat on and spikey sticking-up hair. I phoned for an ambulance, police also arrived and the victim was brought into the petrol station shop to receive treatment by the Ambulance people. The policeman asked me to describe what I'd seen. I told him about the raincoat and the spikey hair. "Was he a punk?" asked the police constable. I had no idea what he meant. I'd been in the Mine for more than 3 years at that stage and had just had 6 months of a nervous breakdown. It was December 1977 and I didn't know that there was something called "punk". My only knowledge of that word was from old Jimmy Cagney, Edward G. Robinson, Humphrey Bogart, Mickey Spillane sort of context. From my point of view I thought the policeman was inexplicably talking in a retro-American style. The policeman looked at me a bit suspiciously when I said I didn't know what he meant. He repeated the question "Was he a punk?" in slightly louder voice as if not understanding the question was the same as being deaf.



Anyway, that's how disconnected from reality it's possible to get in these cults.



(Copyright Peter-David Smith, Exeter, Devon 2013)