Darcy and Janette had been up all night doing LSD, and had come to my commune to crash. Janette wore a black cape with hood. This was the first time I met her. A year later I met Dottie Witherspoon through Janette, whom I saved from the Mafia in a meeting held in a bar down the street. Both young women were members of the Process Church of the Last Judgement that was founded by a couple whom L. Ron Hubbard titled “suppressive persons”
“English couple Mary Anne and Robert DeGrimston (originally Robert Moor and Mary Anne MacLean).[1] Originally headquartered in London it had developed as a splinter client cult group from Scientology,[1] so that they were declared “suppressive persons” by L. Ron Hubbard in December 1965″
In the year 2000, I believe I was titled a “suppressive person” after my meeting with a woman who was at the top of the Scientology Church that had just bought this winery and was turning it into offices to program people. Her husband was off to Africa to end slavery, and she did not like to hear my accusation that her ilk had taken my sixteen year old daughter hostage, and was treating her and her mother – like slaves!
Patrice Hanson disappeared my daughter after that, in hope of getting Heather in the the terrible biography about my late sister, who is the family tree of Jessie Benton, who claims her clan came from outer space – which is what Hubbard believes. I believe the Lyman’s borrowed from the Process and the Scientoglists, as did Charlie Manson, who my ex-brother-in-law, Larry Sidel knew. My friend, Bryan McLean, was invited to the Hollywood residence the night the Manson family butchered Sharon Tate, but, luckily – got detained!
Recently my daughter told me family was full of “deadness”. She and her boyfriend titled me a “parasite”. Bill Cornwell, who has fathered no children, wants to be the head of my family, he forming a bond with six year old grandson, Tyler Hunt. Bill was taken aback when I told him I am authoring a autobiography. Bill races a car round and around a dirt track while his lover sings the national anthem.
There is talk of Bill siring a child. On the way home from the family reunion in Bullhead city, Heather says this;
“Linda was very pleased with Tyler, and wants us to bring her a daughter next time.”
Linda has no children. But, she has a huge Bhuddist shrine in her living room. Linda Comstock is in the Benton genealogy and is distant kin to the kids in the tree. But, no one knows for sure who carries Benton blood, because the Lyman Family didn’t believe in monogamy and parents. They were one big happy enmeshed family – from outer space!
Bill thought he was dismissing a burned-out Sunday Hippie that he could put outside the orbit of the traditional family he promises to establish. In my book, Bill is a tiny moon going round and round an insiginicant planet, in orbit around Xenu.
Being a Leo, ruled by the Sun, Bill will not be pleased with my placenment of him in the grand scheme of things – forever and ever! For a monent there, I wondered if Bill wanted to put me at the bottom of the Grand Canyon, lest Tyler have to push Big Grandpa around in a wheelchair – till he drop! How – Hitchcockian!
Gosh! Wouldn’t this make a great HBO series. The series ‘Luck’ is a dud, and is being shut down due to the death of four horses.
Now that the Republican Cult of John Darby’s Doomsday Rapture have declared war on the counter culture, then we old hippies are forced to go to our closet to find that old bone we put in our nose, and those tinkling bells we tied to our toes!
Peace – Brother!
Jon Presco
Copyright 2012
The Boston Herald American, p.14, March 26, 1978
By Gary Moore, Special to the Herald American
Spaceship interview given via Ouija board
Darkness had fallen on North Hollywood. You could no longer even see the smog.
About the people I would be meeting I knew only hearsay: Two years ago a Boston writer told me they had smashed the window of his car. Seven years ago Rolling Stone magazine had gone to great lengths to say they were violent, almost fascistic. But now they had dropped out of sight – evaporated.
Suddenly the house was awash in the glare of headlights. There were voices outside. Would they arrive in a battered Volkswagen – a symptom of whatever defeat had sent them into hiding? I stepped out the door to be greeted by a gleaming, grey limousine.
Two young men were waiting for me in the car. We spoke good-naturedly, as if clandestine rendezvous were the most normal thing in the world. White curtains covered all the limousine windows.
“To keep out prying eyes,” he said, smiling.
Finally I had met the Mel Lyman Commune.
“This is our traveling sound system,” said Jim Kweskin, one of my guides and a professional musician, “. . . one of the main things we do is play music.”
He plugged a cassette into the tape deck and three successive songs throbbed and flowed through the speakers.
“Listen for the harp,” said Kweskin in his soft, sometimes almost whispered, voice. “That’s Mel.”
The harp (harmonica) welled up like a baby crying. It was almost like a human voice.
The car stopped and the door swung open. We were surrounded by quiet – the shadows of huge old trees and a spot-lighted, manicured lawn. A house-high cage containing white doves was bathed in an orange spotlight. A wall of shrubbery blocked out any indication of our whereabouts.
A mansion loomed before us.
In the living room there were red velvet chairs and long-stemmed roses in a vase. A violin hung on the wall. Logs were crackling and popping in the fireplace.
Wearing a white dress that emphasized her tan, Jessie Benton entered and firmly shook my hand. As we all sat down, I asked the group for a history of the Lyman community. When had it begun?
“It started long before this earth was made,” said a blonde woman. “We are a race,” she said.
“A race – like a race of people . . . We’ve always been together. We’re gathered here on earth. And we were somehow – in one way or another – drawn to the same place at the same time. That was in Boston – years and years ago.”
Exactly how many years ago?
“Nineteen sixty-six,” said Jessie Benton solidly from her chair by the wall. She is the daughter of artist Thomas Hart Benton.
Someone remarked that the spreading of Mel Lyman’s communities to different cities was “protective.” When I inquired why there was any need to protect, a mild flurry of cryptic discussion took place among my hosts, then it dissolved quickly into what looked like agreement as they began to nod their heads. A young man said, “Y’know, maybe Melvin can talk to him.”
This was the supreme honor. In came a young woman with long brown hair, held back from her face by a gold headband. Her blue dress was a gossamer and a star was at her throat.
She knelt on the carpet before a rainbow colored ouija board which rested on a white pedestal. The ouija board was to be my hotline to Mel Lyman, and the gossamer-gowned lady in blue was to be my interpreter.
Jessie Benton leaned over beside me, “These answers you should probably write down.”
The gossamer-gowned medium opened her eyes.
“Melvin is here.”
I lost little time in utilizing the opportunity, and asked why, after writing six or seven years ago that he would change the world and found hundreds of communities, Mel Lyman had now chosen to go into hiding. Did he now prefer anonymity?
Said the medium: “I have found – that I can actually – have a greater – effect – on this planet from – an anominous (that is the way she said it) position.”
Remembering accusations that Lyman had used racist rhetoric in some of his writings, I asked if his privileged “race” cut across worldly ethnic lines.
The fireplace gave out with a huge, indignant pop, and the lady in blue said, “Of course.”
As long as delicate issues had been broached, I asked next about the violence. The Rolling Stone article had cited numerous instances of assault and battery by Lyman’s followers on people who disagreed with them. Mel Lyman himself had once written, “I am going to burn down the world.”
Said the steady-eyed lady in blue: “I have never advocated violence. It has never been used as – a mechanism.”
It turned out that the very reason why Mel Lyman was not addressing me in person was that his physical presence had been detained somewhere else . . . in a space ship.
I rode back from the Lyman sanctuary in that noiseless limousine, listening to a tape of Jim Kweskin’s personal friend, Maria Muldaur, singing about Jesus.
The Process Church of The Final Judgment
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The Process, or in full, The Process Church of the Final Judgment, commonly known by non-members as the Process Church, was a religious group that flourished in the 1960s and 1970s, founded by the English couple Mary Anne and Robert DeGrimston (originally Robert Moor and Mary Anne MacLean).[1] Originally headquartered in London it had developed as a splinter client cult group from Scientology,[1] so that they were declared “suppressive persons” by L. Ron Hubbard in December 1965.[2] In 1966 the members of the group underwent a social implosion and moved to Xtul on Mexico’s Yucatan peninsula, where they developed “processean” theology (which differs from, and is unrelated to process theology). They later established a base of operations in the United States in New Orleans.[2]
They were often viewed as Satanic on the grounds that they worshipped both Christ and Satan. Their belief is that Satan will become reconciled to Christ, and they will come together at the end of the world to judge humanity, Christ to judge and Satan to execute judgment. Vincent Bugliosi, the prosecutor of the Charles Manson family trial, comments in his book Helter Skelter that there may be evidence Manson borrowed philosophically from the Process Church, and that representatives of the Church visited him in jail after his arrest. According to one of these representatives, the purpose of the visit was to interview Manson about whether he had ever had any contact with Church members or ever received any literature about the Church.
In April, 1974 Robert DeGrimston was removed by the Council of Masters as Teacher. They renounced The Unity, his exposition of the above-noted doctrines, and most of his other teachings. DeGrimston attempted to restart the Process Church several times, but he could never replace his original following. Following DeGrimston’s removal, the group underwent a significant change in orientation and renamed itself the Foundation Faith of the Millennium. Further changes in both name and focus followed, and the organization eventually became the Best Friends Animal Society, which is now one of America’s best known animal welfare rescue groups. Later on, many of these same believers went on to support Gilles Deleuze in his leadership of the Anti-Oedipal movement of 1968.
A detailed account of the history of and life within the Process Church as told by a participant-observer is contained in William S. Bainbridge’s book Satan’s Power. (He employed a pseudonym for the name of the group, referring to it as “The Power”, and disguised the names of people to preserve their identities, a procedure used for sociological studies of living groups to ensure privacy.)
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1 Processean theology
2 Notes
3 Further reading
4 External links
[edit] Processean theology
The term “processean theology” distinguishes these ideas from the process theology derived from the thoughts of Alfred North Whitehead.
At Xtul was the first ‘channeling’ of God. After Xtul, Jehovah was the only recognised God. Later, with Jehovah, Lucifer and Satan were recognised as “The Three Great Gods of the Universe” and Christ as the Emissary to the Gods. The Three Great Gods represent three basic human patterns of reality:
Jehovah, the wrathful God of vengeance and retribution, demands discipline, courage and ruthlessness, and a single-minded dedication to duty, purity and self-denial.
Lucifer, the Light Bearer, urges us to enjoy life to the full, to value success in human terms, to be gentle and kind and loving, and to live in peace and harmony with one another. Man’s apparent inability to value success without descending into greed, jealousy and an exaggerated sense of his own importance, has brought the God Lucifer into disrepute. He has become mistakenly identified with Satan.
Satan, the receiver of transcendent souls and corrupted bodies, instills in us two directly opposite qualities; at one end an urge to rise above all human and physical needs and appetites, to become all soul and no body, all spirit and no mind, and at the other end a desire to sink beneath all human codes of behavior, and to wallow in a morass of violence, lunacy and excessive physical indulgence. But it is the lower end of Satan’s nature that men fear, which is why Satan, by whatever name, is seen as the Adversary.
In between these Three Great Gods and man, is an entire hierarchy of Gods, beings and superbeings, angels and archangels, demons and archdemons, elementals and guides, and fallen angels and watchers.
The Process believes that, to varying degrees, these “God-patterns” exist within all of us. The main doctrine of The Process is the unity of Christ and Satan, who exist as opposites. Jehovah and Lucifer exist as opposites and when Christ and Satan are united this will unite Jehovah and Lucifer.
In the original 1960s literature of the church, Christ, Lucifer, Satan, and Jehovah were all arranged on a mandala, with Christ at the top opposite Satan on the bottom and Jehovah on the left opposite Lucifer on the right.
Robert DeGrimston (also known as “The Teacher,” and Robert Moor) (born August 10, 1935) was a founder of The Process Church of The Final Judgment (popularly referred to as The Process) in the 1960s. He was born in Shanghai, China.
Created in partnership with Mary Anne MacLean (“The Oracle”)(born November 20, 1931, Glasgow, Scotland), they met while they were members of the Church of Scientology in London.[1] The Process held that God is made of four separate parts equally worthy of worship — Jehovah, Christ, Lucifer and Satan — and that a person must worship all four in succession to gain enlightenment.[2] Their newsletter was in vogue during the era of flower power, and featured articles about the Rolling Stones, Charles Manson and the like.[2]
Robert and MaryAnne divorced in 1974, at which point MaryAnne and several original members of the group continued as the Foundation Church of the Millennium, which later became Best Friends Animal Society.
The first Scientology church was incorporated in December 1953 in Camden, New Jersey, by American science fiction author[8][9] L. Ron Hubbard. The church has been the subject of much controversy. Its world headquarters are located in the Gold Base, unincorporated Riverside County, California.
Through the four ashramas, or stages of life (Brahmacharya, Grihastha, Vaanprastha, Sanyaasa), a person also seeks to fulfill the four essentials (puruṣārtha) of kama (sensual pleasures), artha (worldly gain), dharma, and moksha (liberation from reincarnation or rebirth). Moksha, although the ultimate goal, is emphasized more in the last two stages of life, while artha and kama are considered primary only during Grihastha. Dharma, however is essential in all four stages. As a puruṣārtha (human goal), dharma can also be considered to be a lens through which humans plan and perform their interactions with the world. Through the dharmic lens, one focuses on doing what is right and avoiding what is wrong, while the kama perspective focuses on doing what is pleasurable (in many senses, not just sex) and avoiding pain, and the artha perspective focuses on doing what is profitable (in many senses, not just money) and avoiding loss.
[edit] Deity
Dharma is also the name of a deity or Deva in charge of dharma. Mythologically, he is said to have been born from the right breast of Brahma, is married to 13 daughters of Daksha and fathers Shama, Kama and Harahsa. He is also the father of the celebrated Rishis Hari, Krishna, Nara-Narayana.
In the epic Mahabharata, he is incarnate as Vidura.[9] Also, Dharma is invoked by Kunti and she begets her eldest son Yudhisthira from him. As such, Yudhisthira is known as Dharmaputra. There is also an assimilation of the god Dharma and Yama, the god responsible for the dead.[10]
The Church of Scientology promotes Scientology, a body of beliefs and related practices created by L. Ron Hubbard, starting in 1952 as a successor to his earlier self-help system, Dianetics.[18]
Scientology teaches that people are immortal spiritual beings who have forgotten their true nature. The story of Xenu is part of Scientologist teachings about extraterrestrial civilizations and alien interventions in Earthly events, collectively described as space opera by Hubbard.[19] Its method of spiritual rehabilitation is a type of counseling known as “auditing”, in which practitioners aim to re-experience consciously painful or traumatic events in their past, in order to free themselves of their limiting effects.[20] Study materials and auditing courses are made available to members in return for specified donations.[21] Scientology is legally recognized as a tax-exempt religion in the United States[22] and other countries,[23][24][25] and the Church of Scientology emphasizes this as proof that it is a bona fide religion.
Xenu ( /ˈziːnuː/ ZEE-noo),[1][2][3] also spelled Xemu, was, according to the founder of Scientology L. Ron Hubbard, the dictator of the “Galactic Confederacy” who, 75 million years ago, brought billions[4][5] of his people to Earth in a DC-8-like spacecraft, stacked them around volcanoes and killed them using hydrogen bombs. Official Scientology scriptures hold that the essences of these many people remained, and that they form around people in modern times, causing them spiritual harm.[1][6]
These events are known within Scientology as “Incident II”,[7] and the traumatic memories associated with them as The Wall of Fire or the R6 implant. The narrative of Xenu is part of Scientologist teachings about extraterrestrial civilizations and alien interventions in earthly events, collectively described as space opera by Hubbard. Hubbard detailed the story in Operating Thetan level III (OT III) in 1967, warning that the R6 “implant” (past trauma)[8] was “calculated to kill (by pneumonia, etc.) anyone who attempts to solve it”.[8][9][10]
Wearing a white dress that emphasized her tan, Jessie Benton entered and firmly shook my hand. As we all sat down, I asked the group for a history of the Lyman community. When had it begun?
“It started long before this earth was made,” said a blonde woman. “We are a race,” she said.
“A race – like a race of people . . . We’ve always been together. We’re gathered here on earth. And we were somehow – in one way or another – drawn to the same place at the same time. That was in Boston – years and years ago.”
Exactly how many years ago?
“Nineteen sixty-six,” said Jessie Benton solidly from her chair by the wall. She is the daughter of artist Thomas Hart Benton.
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Jessie Benton claimed her and Mel were from another planet.