Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press

Greg: Whatever, man. It doesn’t matter.
Ray: (CUT TO SHOT OF HIM AS “CHIEFTAIN,” TRIBAL
DRUMS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND) It doesn’t matter if you
believe it. Just plant the seed.
Anne: Can’t see yourself doing it?
Greg: Sure you can! I, like you, work in big and unfathomable ways.
We work on different levels. Fish swim at different depths. Saying “I am
a neurosurgeon” calls up vast amounts of angels and energy!
Black Osiris: (NODDING) Tryin’ to get a mainline… Brother of
man, son of God…
Rachelle: Soon what we want to be and who we are meet and we are
one.
Robert: Go ahead. Say it. “I am a neurosurgeon.”
Leri: Practice saying it when people ask you what you do. You might
feel like a complete fool.
Ray: (CUT TO SHOT OF HIM AS A SLAVE-TYPE, DRESSED IN
RAGS, KNAPS IF POSSIBLE, WITH A HUGE SMILE AND A SLICE
OF WATERMELON) That is okay. Step forward and say it anyway.
Greg: “I am a neurosurgeon.”
Rachelle: You may be a waitress in a cafe.
Greg: (DRESSED AS AHAB) You may have gills and scales.
Robert: You may work as a temporary secretary or as a delivery boy.
Anne: You will be in control of your future.
Leri: You look in the mirror at yourself. You suddenly realize that
where “you” are is neither a question of “where” nor “when.”
Crazy Fingers: We live in a world where what we know doesn’t correspond
to what we experience, and what we experience does not correspond
to what we “know” others experience. I think that’s part of the
reason why the conspiracy theory is so popular right now—because the
linear-minded monkey is prone to assume that “the truth is out there” and
that someone must be pulling the strings. To be honest, I don’t believe
this. No person or organization is pulling the strings. That’s what MHB
is all about—hive mind works without any observable decision making
on any level.
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