Many people have an overwhelming desire to belong and identify with groups that offer exclusivity. Some of us want to identify with exclusive country clubs and others choose the religion of a science fiction writer, whose church, the Church Of Scientology offers the secrets and knowledge of the church for a price, Yes, for thousands of dollars, the church and its theological justification reads like a science fiction novel, and you can be a cowboy as well.
From a 2003 Speech by Michael Chrichton:
There’s an initial Eden, a paradise, a state of grace and unity with Nature; there’s a fall from grace into a state of pollution as a result from eating from the tree of knowledge; and as a result of our actions, there is a judgment day coming for all of us. We are energy sinners, doomed to die, unless we seek salvation, which is now called sustainability. Sustainability is salvation in the church of the environment, just as organic food is its communion, that pesticide-free wafer that the right people with the right beliefs imbibe.
The Creation according to L. Ron Hubbard: Approximately 75 million years ago, a ruler called Xenu by his friends, was the ruler of a Galactic Confederation of 76 planets. (This was no small mom and pop operation.) For some obscure reason, he decided to transport billions of his subjects in space ships that had a remarkable resemblance to the DC-8 (the air transport of L. Ron’s day) to a planet called Teegeeack or earth. They parked their vehicles in close proximity to volcanoes to be killed and for their vehicles to disappear without a trace. However, their thetans or souls remained to inhabit the bodies of humans to be born millions of years later. These thetans who inhabit our bodies cause untold misery and spiritual grief to the human race, but take heart, there is a cure, for a few dollars you can receive therapy from a machine called the Electropsychometer (E-meter) in a therapeutic process called auditing.
The internet has exposed this previously highly secret Operating Thetan Level III. Understandably, the Church of Scientology wanted to keep this therapy under wraps to keep the rest of the world from cashing in on a good thing.
The Church of Scientology holds no fascination for me, but the phenomena that seduces seemingly lucid people into a fiction that either requires a certain drive to accept the absurdity of a science fiction writer who created a church to overcome the penny a word value publishers placed upon his work and the fact that his church could become tax exempt. We all have different motivations, and L Ron Hubbard had straight foreawrd legitimate motivations.
I am not interested in Hubbard’s science fiction, but the type of person who falls for the stories of Hubbard is fascinating?
Why does someone become involved with such an off the wall fabricated story?
There are many who have been swept away by someone else’s dream; they probably feel a sense of togetherness, knowing they are securely embedded with a group who have similar ideas and beliefs. Hubbard’s system, like many others, offer escape from the mean and dirty tricks of the “thetans”. Surely some people feel relieved of pressure from the “thetans” who plague us with misfortune, after paying their money, wass their misfortune a result of a negative attitude that can turned around with a new positive attitude?
Al Gore has been more successful with his group of gullible followers. L. Ron Hubbard was creative with his story, but Al Gore thought his system of salvation through to a logical conclusion and created not only a faux religion, but a political movement as well. Like the internet, Gore didn’t invent the concept, but he managed to co opt the idea and turn it into his personal money making machine. The economy falling apart and a few leaders realizing it was a four lane highway to pecuniary insolvency kept him from realizing the culmination of his dream, controlling the lucrative international con game of carbon credits. Yet there are still millions who will pledge their meagre fortunes to the prophet of Global Warming or Climate Change, but Al is beyond the pathetic nickels and dimes of foul smelling hippies. He wants a percentage of the riches from industrialized nations; according to him, they owe him and a few others, who represent the family of man in some vague manner, for producing carbon that can never be created or destroyed.
Most of us have morals preventing us from being involved perpetrating fraud, especially under a premise of helping mankind. Whether the reluctance is a result of inherent conscience or religious conviction is difficult to determine, for some of us are willing to perpetrate fraud using legitimate religion as a cover or setting up a con game with the basic structure of a religious belief system.
Religious training as a child tends to have an affect on those of us who have drifted away from the church, at least those who have a sense of morality and a conscience. As a member of this particular group, I have listened to these comments and questions from colleagues and friends: “do you ever let down?” “I want to be around if you ever come unlaced?” or “are you the son of a preacher?” Rather than feeling ostracized from friends and colleagues by comments like these, I take pride that personal moral values are showing through, even if it tends to isolate you from some people.
My children are all grown and well on their way. They no longer need or depend on me. My significant other needs me when she needs me; otherwise, she is fairly independent. I no longer have people expecting me to walk a narrow path of general righteousness, but I have two dogs who depend on me. They follow me and watch for hours while I work on the ranch or in the shop, rushing in or out with every opened door. They sit next to me while I work on the computer and lay their heads in my lap every hour or so for a kind word or to have their ears rubbed. They look directly in my eyes with trust, love, and dedication. They sleep next to my bed and I am secure in the knowledge that an intruder will need to kill my dogs in order to touch me; but they will exact a frightening toll on anyone who would be foolish enough to try. When I leave home to work for a few days on the road, I wonder what they feel like when I don’t come home at night. My lover says they will find an article of my clothing to sleep on and they can become excited when she takes then to town if they see a man in town driving a car like mine. When I am at home, and suddenly look up, they will be staring at me if they are awake. They act like the greatest thrill in the world is going out to feed the horses. Their existence and love prevents me from letting down. I can never betray that trust and love. It is that look of trust and love in their eyes that helps keep me from lying to them or destroying our trust in one another. These are Skook’s dogs, his dogs of conscience. There is no way that Al Gore knows about those feelings of love and trust.
Al Gore’s religion of Climate offers the threat of death and extinction, a sense of righteousness, a desperate need to spread the message, and a sense of doing good not only for man, but the earth. The earth becomes deified and believers can achieve a sense of salvation by ensuring the well being of the earth.
My loyal group of followers numbers two. I would never mislead them for personal gain or any other reason. I feed them, offer kind words, and rub their ears; for this they offer me love, companionship, dedication, and protection.
Epilogue: Michael Chrichton “Jurassic Park” “Congo”
“You think man can destroy the planet? What intoxicating vanity. Let me tell you about our planet. Earth is four-and-a-half-billion-years-old. There’s been life on it for nearly that long, 3.8 billion years. Bacteria first; later the first multicellular life, then the first complex creatures in the sea, on the land. Then finally the great sweeping ages of animals, the amphibians, the dinosaurs, at last the mammals, each one enduring millions on millions of years, great dynasties of creatures rising, flourishing, dying away — all this against a background of continuous and violent upheaval. Mountain ranges thrust up, eroded away, cometary impacts, volcano eruptions, oceans rising and falling, whole continents moving, an endless, constant, violent change, colliding, buckling to make mountains over millions of years. Earth has survived everything in its time. It will certainly survive us. If all the nuclear weapons in the world went off at once and all the plants, all the animals died and the earth was sizzling hot for a hundred thousand years, life would survive, somewhere: under the soil, frozen in Arctic ice. Sooner or later, when the planet was no longer inhospitable, life would spread again. The evolutionary process would begin again. It might take a few billion years for life to regain its present variety. Of course, it would be very different from what it is now, but the earth would survive our folly, only we would not. If the ozone layer gets thinner, ultraviolet radiation sears the earth, so what? Ultraviolet radiation is good for life. It’s powerful energy. It promotes mutation, change. Many forms of life will thrive with more UV radiation. Many others will die out. Do you think this is the first time that’s happened? Think about oxygen. Necessary for life now, but oxygen is actually a metabolic poison, a corrosive glass, like fluorine. When oxygen was first produced as a waste product by certain plant cells some three billion years ago, it created a crisis for all other life on earth. Those plants were polluting the environment, exhaling a lethal gas. Earth eventually had an atmosphere incompatible with life. Nevertheless, life on earth took care of itself. In the thinking of the human being a hundred years is a long time. A hundred years ago we didn’t have cars, airplanes, computers or vaccines. It was a whole different world, but to the earth, a hundred years is nothing. A million years is nothing. This planet lives and breathes on a much vaster scale. We can’t imagine its slow and powerful rhythms, and we haven’t got the humility to try. We’ve been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we’re gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.”
A professional horseman for over 50 years, Skook continues to work with horses. Skook has finished an historical novel, Fifty Thousand Years, that traces a mitochondrial line of DNA from 50,000 years ago to the present. The story follows a line of courageous women, from the Ice Ages to the present, as they meet the challenges of survival with grit and creativity. These are not women who whimper of being victims, they meet the challenges of survival as women who use their abilities without excuses or remorse, these women are winners, they are our ancestors.