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Big Cat lives in Sydney (Nthn). Originally he was a news writer. Then he focused on entertainment. Now his articles are on good news. This is about transformation. Metamorphosis come on!! Spiritually.

Chatterpillar - September 2007

Abuse and crime: Big Cat journeys from his "truth" closer to real truth. About bad conscience, learning from Scientology and (next) Christianity.



Operating a bit like an earlier version of John Saffron investigating cults, religion, etc, about 1990 I submitted to interview sessions at Scientology's Sydney Pitt Street headquarters.

My teenage son was already involved with Scientology, so I had additional incentive to find out about their doings.

Doings like sessions one-on-one where the Scientology person is monitoring your answers with a lie detector, connected like a clothes peg to your thumb the same way as a blood pressure indicator.

The aim was to find things in the brain called "engrams", being some kind of repository of negative energy caused by the negative decisions for which a person is responsible.

The lie detector had a screen with a seismic line that jumped on encountering any "engram" in any answer. All sorts of personal questions got asked. And answered. Ooops! Later I read somewhere that Scientology had a people file-sharing arrangement with the CIA.

In Scientology, I was interested if their "engrams" detector could spot anything that my conscience didn't already know. It didn't. I came to realise that lie detectors can't even expose things that a person has "buried", if the burying process desensitises the reactions in a person that the detector relies upon. But they are good for spotting where a person is in denial of the dictates of his/her conscience. In -other-words lying.

Lying is a sin. But, like psychiatrists, Scientologists prefer to stay off the subject of sin which is about abusing God. They are concerned with actions and speech that abuses others and, if laws of the land are involved, crime.

Next post in this series, Intrepid (3): Big Cats relates Scientology's engrams to early Christianity's "strongholds of the mind".

Home site's keywords page about conscience.

Intrepid 1 Reporter digs into Dalai Lama's job about Christians speaking in tongues was Big Cat's first in this series.

Comments made to another member's site about Nicole Kidman and Scientology.

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Highly evocative Dr Who end

September 23rd 2007 06:30
Tardis
Dr Who's Tardis

Last night's ABC showing of the final in the present series of Dr Who was highly evocative emotionally and even spiritually. No wonder it has a cult-like following of avid supporters. Even older, mildly avid viewers like me get excited enough to want to write about it.

It's interesting to see how biblically similar the plots of Dr Who have become. Last night we glimpsed a foretelling of the end of the world, a furnace for all Earth's poor souls trapped in their individual spheres.

Dr Who stands for the good time lord. The other time lord stood for evil. He enslaved the people, called himself the master and made broadcasts obliging the people to rejoice in him.

Had the plot followed the biblical way, his ending might have been in the furnace too. But no, the scriptwriters decided on another ending. After loosing his powers then receiving a life- threatening shot to the chest, the master preferred to suicide. Faced with the alternative of prison locked in the Tardis (Dr Who's time machine), he refused to use his time lord's capability to regenerate.

"I win", the master uttered just before dying in the arms of Dr Who, who pleaded with him to regenerate.

Earlier the evil master heard the word's from Dr Who that he most dreaded and definitely did not want to hear. "I forgive you", said Dr Who. More highly evocative script.

So what is it in us that gets evoked when we see something like this? Why do we get so excited that we seek out others with whom to share the experience? Some in these groups get so enamoured that they organise international travel to places where these fictitious events were said to have taken place. Adherents to the story of The Da Vinci Code do this, and travel tour operators to Europe are happy to oblige.

Does anyone remember the kid's film "Never Ending Story", especially the part where the boy reading the book is confronted when the book seems to speak to him something like this: "Children's disbelief in fairy tales is the reason that the heaven for kids is disintegrating - and your own disbelief in this story at this moment."

An adult in the cinema audience of about age 35 at the time, I was no kid. But at that moment in the film, the book seemed to be talking to adults too. I had the sense that my disbelief had dire consequences far beyond just me.

That is why I write the kind of thing for Orble readers that I do now, observing things like this: How interesting that the Dr Who scriptwriters picked prison in the Tardis time machine as Dr Who's penalty intended for the master. Because in the bible the devil faces a thousand years prison from the time of Christ's second coming until the very end of the Millennium period. Then he gets a release like Napoleon got from the Island of Elba, to cause even more torment and misery in a final battle.

Dr Who is fiction. Never Ending Story is fiction. But Napoleon was real. Which is most exciting, fiction or truth? Which is most evocative? And what is it in us that gets evoked?
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Big Cat became the intrepid reporter after the Dalai Lama recently admitted publicly that he didn't know the meaning of life.

"The precise answer is I don't know", he said on camera at his last meeting in Sydney on 16 June 07. SMH report.

I thought it strange that His Holiness of all people should give such an emphatic "don't know" - especially when the TV cameras would keep the evidence. Why doesn't he know the meaning of life, is it a secret hidden even from him - arguably the world's greatest human still-living spiritual leader?

The thought of a sensational headline like "Exposed at last! The meaning of life" got me digging in an approach a bit like the Jewish Johnnie of the infamous "John Saffron versus God" series of TV documentaries.

I started in Sydney's North West Bible belt with a meeting of Full Gospel Christians. That's a generic term for Christians who believe that every word of the Bible is true. They said to me: "Come and be baptised next Sunday, and you'll come out of the water full of the Holy Spirit and speaking in tongues."

"Good," I thought. "That should give me the connection to ask the big question about the meaning of life."

The meeting was in a community hall, one of the old ones with an elevated stage behind curtains - an audience of about 300 seated in the hall facing forwards in neat rows of collapsible seats. Kids on the floor drawing with crayons. Picnic baskets and rugs all around, ready for a bite afterwards.

It's my first time there. I'm sitting in my swimmers in their big bathtub on stage with the curtains closed, hearing the buzz of the congregation on the other side. A piano starts up and everyone eagerly begins singing a hymn.

Back go the curtains. The pastors surrounding the bathtub call out verses from the Bible about baptism. Then it's my turn. I'm supposed to launch forward speaking in tongues. The pastor demonstrated to me earlier, in a string of seemingly meaningless words which apparently are spiritual, but are gibberish to a non-Full Gospel Christian.

I open my mouth. Nothing. Disappointed - they were. Me too.

The curtains close. The pastors around me pray loudly and urge me on. Then the piano starts up again. Another hymn, the US Union troops' battle hymn of the republic. To the strains of "Glory, glory, hallelujah", the curtains roll open again. I feel exposed like I'm a Confederate at Gettysburg. No shoes? I'm wearing even less!

Again, nothing. Not a sound comes from my wide open mouth.

Back roll the curtains. Even more earnest praying all around me. I'm conscious that about 20 minutes has passed. Is the Holy Spirit late?

Another attempt. Another failure.

"One more time", I thought. One thing I was not going to do was to fake it with any gibberish dressed up to sound spiritual.

The piano does a drum roll and the curtains open once more.

There's a pause as the hymn comes to an end. Silence.

"Bananas, bananas, bananas", shouts I - to get it over with and let them open their picnic baskets earlier rather than later.

Next intrepid post: Continuing the search for the meaning of life, BigCat checks out Scientology, which ends up they check me out - with an electronic lie detector device!
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Ruins of ancient Mayan civilisation

Enthusiasm for quests can produce cult-like followings, like "The Da Vinci Code" did and "The Celestine Prophesy" (TCP) which I reviewed last year.

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"Tired of the www treadmill?
Here's good news for every 'PCer' tired of the www's perpetual treadmill of gaining knowledge. There's a mainframe that transcends with 'Reality' what the world wide web can only give by virtual reality. And connection with the mainframe is available now.

Every PCer already has a 'connecting file'. But it resides out of the PCer's reach in the 'mainframe recycle bin'. It can, however, be restored


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