Well, Brother Morrison, the time has come for me to disclose my “Sekret” TTSA agenda here in the Kingdom of Paracast. You first designated me as a possible Disinformation Agent of the government, and your instincts were right, just not in focus. To clarify, I do not report to anyone in the gov’t but to an “Evaluator” in TTSA. Nor do I spread “disinfo,” to sow “discord” here, but rather do I glean real info to reap rewards for the targets of my mission.
You see dear Brother Morrison, (may I call you Frater Thomas in honor of the Thelemic roots of TTSA?) I am here to scout prospects for TTSA and I am now authorized to disclose that you are #1 on my RRR form. (Recruitment Recommendation Roster). Not to worry though, I’m just the Scout who informs the Recruiter. But if you were to read the glowing report I have drawn up for you, well, you would blush with embarrassment and self-deprecate with proper modesty. (Give it 6 months after a FOIA request and you can read it.)
But I can reveal a précis of the “Executive Summary” which is unclassified but still not to be disseminated in full.
What first caught my Eagle scout’s (yes I’m in the Aviary) attention, Brother Morrison, was your all-consuming passion for engineering the Spacetime metric to achieve your guiding Utopian dream of leaving this planet for Bliss Beyond, if I may coin a phrase. You demonstrate a most winsome yearning for transcendence, which indicates a personal desire to be anywhere but here, though I don’t yet know enough about you to determine whether it’s the external shackles of the planet earth environment you wish to escape, or, the internal constraints of your physical body. (SOMA SEMA as the Stoics would say: “The body is a grave [for the soul].”)
Be that as it may, there are a few issues to clear up first about your recruitment. And I am also authorized to tip you off a little bit about the final test you must take and pass before you can be initiated into the TTSA fold. (More about that later but I’m confident you will do well since the test involves advanced modern physics notions like GR, QED, QCD, QFT, Amplituhedron, Standard Model stuff, etc.)
Now first we must address the proverbial “elephant in the box,” a phenomenon with far more gravitas than Schrödinger’s quite portable cat.
So please do not take this the wrong way, as I will eventually explain it, but Thomas, you’ve always impressed me as a “Scientology kinda guy.” However, I must immediately assure you that it’s not your grandmother’s Scientology anymore, but instead, a new kind, one gloriously liberated from the stifling shackles of its founder’s dark and dismal — yea, I will even say pathological — personality defects. In fact, we might characterize this Nouveau Scientology as a decentralized, egalitarian, non-hierarchical crowd-sourcing Scientology with a new name that honors the history of its Intelligence Agency roots. I proudly present to you now: The OSS = Open Source Scientology.
Now before you recoil too much in horror at the prospect of joining a cult-religion, allow me to reassure you that you will be owing no allegiance at all to the original founder, Lafayette Ron Hubbard, the same way that Martin Luther, e.g., no longer owed allegiance to the Pope after 1519. You see, the OSS of TTSA is really a breakaway sect founded by the visionary pioneer who had himself achieved Operating-Thetan VII (OT-7) status in the mother religion in 1968. Of course, he is none other than your local spacetime metric engineering hero, Dr. Harold E. Puthoff.
Now let me give you time to absorb the shock of this revelation before I prep you for solving the initiation riddle. When you pass, you’ll be whisked away to Las Vegas to intern at Bigelow Aerospace where, who knows, by the end of the year you might even be sent on a test flight and if successful, you could send Brother Realm a postcard from Zeta Reticuli, taunting him as a Terra Firma stick-in-the-mud.
Your faithful scout (actually hierophant),
Father Thomasius
PS Speaking of Brother Realm, that reminds me. I have a research assignment for him.
Brother Realm, I want you to research how Hal Puthoff was able to break away from the mothership Church of Scientology yet be so remarkably immune to the inevitable ominous and draconian consequences of all others who dare leave the cult. Hal was never declared a Suppressive or a Squirrel and never subjected to the Gestapo-like harassment others would receive. Curious, isn’t it?