Burning the Bridges to Total Freedom
Seemingly, the bloodied hands of religion hath yet again besmirched the besotted airwaves of television, under the guise of "Sitcom Comedy." And it's getting rave reviews!
Yes, dear reader, the exalted new series, "My Name is Earl," starring Jason Lee, Ethan Suplee, and at least in "next week's episode," Giovanni Ribisi. All three male leads subscribe to a particular form of dogma that will remain unnamed, for litigious purposes, but can be seen here.
Suspect a Tom Cruise/Jenna Elfman cameo at some point; if offered odds, wager heavily in favor.
And, you know, to tell you God's awful truth, I have given their organization my time and money. Many moons ago I read their Bible, and although it was wacky, I gave it the time of day, and liked the writing style of it's author. And it proposed ideas which seemed logical, interesting, and refreshingly different, and if true, presented a completely different viewpoint of how the mind stores memories, how these memories are tied to our emotions, and the possibilities for helping others.
So a couple years back I went to one of their churches and signed up for an "Auditing" session. Yes, it's true. Perhaps I have a bit o' the seeker in me; anyway, there were some things I had to know. I believe it was 20 hours worth, and I completed ten two hour sessions in the time span of a couple months. Interesting stuff, remembering specific incidents, and while I can see how it could help someone to repeat OVER and OVER and OVER again one specific, troubling incident to confront their demons, I believe flogging and other forms of self-immolation equally effective for long term therapy. Not to mention the strange organizational structure.. the "progression" up the "bridge" to becoming a higher being ... And the ridiculous costs of it all.. meeting with your "case specialist" who tried to sell you things.. Just fucking whack.
But in the end I gave them 20 hours and about a hundred dollars. Lisa, I have let you down.
Which brings me to the most important point of it all, The union of Tomas y Katie.
In the novel, "The Day after Tomorrow," the author depicts a Nazi movement in modern Germany, developing a program of human cloning. The final scene shows where they were headed (of course, Nazi + Cloning = ....) , as after a mountain top chase the protagonist finds a bag containing "the true purpose behind Ubermorgen; the frozen, severed head of Adolph Hitler."
I sense strange energies moving throughout the world; from ash filled-pyres fly dirty winds of change, dusting the new with the dark sin of old. Science fiction is not dead, it has merely become reality.
So when you see the happy couple strolling about, and Tom leans over and pats Katie on the stomach, and a smile flashes between the two of them, think about the following:
Think about the shelf atop the walk-in closet in Tom's Malibu mansion. Think about the jar hidden behind some old sweaters and Stetson hats. Think about why Nicole left Tom, what she may have found, or perhaps what she may have been unwilling to do. Think about the last wishes of a self-perceived deity and martyr, who knew both science and science fiction, and that immortality could be made his through patience, planning, technology, and, of course, millions upon millions of dollars.
Think about the true purpose behind Katie and Tom.
Think about the frozen, severed head of L. Ron Hubbard.