Volume 10, Issue 5, page 3

SEPTEMBER, 1963 (Recusant Voice of 'The Infinites'
TIBERREE for EPlutoarthan
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POLICY: Don't take it so damn' seriously.
The infiniteness of Man is not reduced
to a "split infinity" by wars, taxes,
or "experts" who seek to sell him what
he already has in an infinite amount.

Sub-Policy: We reserve the right to change
our minds from issue to issue, or
even from page to page, if we desire.

Sub-Sub-Policy: Each Man has the inherent
right to be his owl and only "Authority" -- with his wife's permission.

Sub-Sub-Sub-Policy: We have no objection to
"educated guesses" about Man's destiny -- if there's no price tag to it,
and if the guesser has no objection to
our guessing that he's only guessing.

This is not an auditorial,
tho it probably will be classified as such because of the
space it occupies. However, we
just want a chance to discuss
some concepts that have been
taking possession of our mind
for the last few years, and
are about to make a liar out
of our "Policy" as stated in
the masthead. In fact, we're on
the verge of taking some ideas
pretty darn seriously, which
is one reason why this isn't
an auditorial. There' s something wrong with anything you
take seriously, so let's just
discuss this, and see where
the "bugs" are. Anyone wanting
to add or detract from ideas
presented herein is welcome.

Most "systems of life" that
label themselves "metaphysical" in character (as well as
some religions) insist that
the "I" or "You" that is part
of the eternal life force is
inhabiting the body on a temporary basis. From here, the
various ideologies have a parting of the ways as to what
happens to the "I" or "you" as
it bids farewell to its physical chum, and goes to another
plane for re-education, for
reincarnation, or sticks
around as an errant entity,
getting into mischief and trying to find out why things
aren' t as they always were. But
this is not a discussion of
what happens to the spirit,
soul, "You" "I", "thetan", or
whatever label is acceptable.
Maybe somebody knows what happens -- but they're not able to
prove it to the satisfaction
of anyone else, and because of
this lack of proof, frauds,
psychotics, and sensationalists have been able to muddy
the pool with their own garbled
versions, usually in successful opposition to theories
expressed by apparently rational seers and mediums. As a
result, some antagonism builds
up to the whole idea of life
after"death", and these persons who call themselves "atheists", "agnostics", and antiChristians actually are merely
putting labels on their disgust with t h e preposterous
mouthings of self-styled knowit-alls who'd do anything for
a buck -- and there's no way in
this lifetime to prove them
the liars and frauds they obviously are.

For this, orthodox religion
must absorb much of the guilt
because of its refusal to allow its teachers and priests to
look beyond the pages of its
own outworn creeds and book of
holy myths.

But this isn't the point we
are concerned with here. Are
we, masters (so-called) of the
body, o u r "temporary home"
during physical existence, being subjected to the greatest
mass fraud of all time -- wherein the master is subj ect to the
slave. Are we, the Causative
Force that should control the
body it's using, being the
effect of the body's aberrations -- its concern over knock
knees, big bellies, headaches,
limps, coughs, and sneezing?
Is this our goal in life -- to
ride herd over a body' s ailments rather than seek spiritual advancement?
Most processing (which includes auditing, coaching,
psychoanalysis, etc.), pampers
the body. Hours are spent trying to find causes behind the
body's ills. What did we do or
think to bring on that club
foot, tin ear, sniffling sinus,
galloping gout? Was it another
lifetime's aberration that is
putting us under a doctor's
care in this existence? "Poor
body! Let's check thru our
memories for relief (at $25 an
hour)." What memories? What
entity's memories? OUR memories? Or that of a cell which
has a genetic lifepath of its
own, going back to no-oneknows - what? Confusing? Yes.

Crazy? Probably.

Ana what can we do about
it? Well, we might spend more
time trying to find out who we
are -- and what is our actual
relationship to the body -- if
we are its master or its servant. If we discover we can't,
by command or postulate, get
the body into operative condition, and that we must spend
a lifetime as nursemaid to a
hunk of animated clay which --
as ITS goal -- seeks to escape
the inevitable grave for as
long as possible, then we can
leave such things as spiritual
progress to queer people like
yogis, monks, and fakirs while
we dedicate ourselves to the
psychiatrists and the other
economic butterflies, flitting
from sucker to sucker.

This does not mean neglect
of the body, any more than we
would be slovenly about the
house we live in, or spend all
our time weeding while ignoring the fruit-bearing trees of
the orchard. In th a latter
case, we would wind up with a
weedless -- and treeless -- plot
of ground.

The body needs food, proper
care, exercise, and attention,
but not at the expense of our
own spiritual advancement. It
is probably due to our absorbtion with body matters that we
are willing to accept false ,
half-baked theories about our
own tenancy in the universal
scheme of things -- to the point
that we think of ourselves as
being the body, because that
is what concerns us most.

Longevity, apparently, is a
hit-or-miss proposition attained at the price of senility
and decrepitude. We can't imagine a world peopled by patriarchs whose greatest physical accomplishment is stacking
calendar pages on a pile they
hope will reach to infinity.

Fortunately, part of our
stated policy is, "We reserve