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Who was L Ron Hubbard


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Self-brainwashing, as done by your founder.

This is how he came to be the man we all know.

Recommendation: read backwards, for fun.

"The Admissions of L Ron Hubbard


The purpose of this experiment is to re-establish the ambition, willpower, desire to survive,
the talent and confidence of myself.

To accomplish the above the following fears must be removed Fear that I have written
myself out by writing junk. I built certain psychoses in myself while living with my former wife as
a means to protect my writing. I affirmed that my writing was hard work and took much labor.
This was a lie. I was always anxious about people's opinion of me and was afraid I would bore
them. This injected anxiety and careless speed into my work. I must be convinced that I can
write skillfully and well, that I have no phobias about writing and no fears of it. People criticized
my work bitterly at times. I must be convinced that such people were fools. I must be convinced
that I can write far better than ever before, that a million people at least would be happy to see
my stories. I must be convinced that I have succeeded in writing and with ease will regain my
popularity, which actually was not small. I must also be convinced that I dictate
stories to a dictaphone with ease.

I must be told that my memory is strong and reliable, that I can remember all I have ever read or
studied, that no illness or medicine has affected mind or memory.

(b) My service record was not too glorious. I must be convinced that I suffer no reaction from any
minor disciplinary action, that all such were minor. My service was honorable, my initiative and
ability high. I have nothing to fear from friends about my service. I can forget such things as
Admiral Braystead. Such people are unworthy of my notice.
(c) I can have no doubts of my psychic powers. My magical ability is high and clear. I earned my
titles and command.
(d) Any distaste I may have for Jack Parsons originated in a psychic experiment. Such distaste is
foolish. He is my friend and comrade-in-arms.
(e) Sexual feeling has been depressed by several things amounting to a major impasse. To cure
ulcers of the stomach I was given testosterone and stilbesterol. These reduced my libido to
nothing. While taking these drugs I fell in love with Sara. She can be most exciting sexually to
me. Because of drugs as above and a hangover from my ex-wife Polly, I sometimes am unexcited
by anything sexual. This depresses me.
My wife left me while I was in a hospital with ulcers. Polly was quite cruel. She was never a
woman for me. She was under-sexed and had bad sexual habits such as self-laceration done in
private. She was no mate for me and yet I retained much affection for her. It was a terrible blow
when she left me for I was ill and without prospects. I know, by
this, she actually wanted no more than my ability to support her. This has had an effect of impotency
upon me, has badly reduced my ego.

Polly was very bad for me sexually. Because of her coldness physically, the falsity of her pretensions,
I believed myself a near eunuch between 1933 and 1936 or ? when I found I was attractive
to other women. I had many affairs. But my failure to please Polly made me always pay so much
attention to my momentary mate that I derived small pleasure myself. This was an anxiety neurosis
which cut down my natural powers.

In 1938-39 I met a girl in New York, Helen, who pleased me very much physically. I loved her
and she me. The affair would have lasted had not Polly found out. Polly made things so miserable
that I finally detested her and became detested by Helen, who two-timed me on my return to
New York in 1941. This also reduced my libido. I have had
Helen since but no longer want her. She does not excite me and I do not love her.

In 1942 - December 17th or thereabouts - while training in Miami, Florida, I met a girl named
Ginger who excited me. She was a very loose person but pretended a great love for me. From
her I received an infection of gonnohorea (sp?). I was terrified by it, the consequences of being
discovered by my wife, the navy, my friends. I went to a private doctor who treated me with
sulfa-thiazole and so forth. I thought I was cured but on a plane headed to Portland, Ore. I found

was not. I took to dosing myself with sulfa in such quantities that I was afraid I had affected my
brain. My wife came to Portland. I took what precautions I could. I think actually that the disease
was utterly cured very early. This fear further depressed my libido. My wife disliked the act anyway,
I believe, even after she had a hysterectomy in 1938. (She was always terrified of childbirth
but conceived despite all precautions seven times in five years resulting in five abortions and two
children. I am quite fond of my children but my wife always tried to convince me that I hated

I carried this fear of the disease to sea with me. I was reprimanded in San Diego in mid-43 for
firing on the Mexican coast and was removed from command of my ship. This on top of having
sunk two Jap subs without credit, the way my crew lied for me at the Court of Inquiry, the insults
of the High Command, all combined to put me in the hospital with ulcers.

I returned to sea as navigator of a large ship and was subsequently selected for the Military
Government School at Princeton whither I went in 1944-45 for three months. During my Princeton
sojourn I was very tired and harrassed (sp?) and spent week-ends with a writer friend in
Philadelphia. He almost forced me to sleep with his wife. Meanwhile I had a affair with a woman
named Ferne. Somehow, perhaps because I had constantly wet feet and no sleep at Princeton, I
contracted a staphloceus infection. I mistook it for gonnhorea and until I arrived at Monterey,
believed my old illness had returned. I consulted a doctor there who reassured me. This affair
again depressed my libido. The staphloceus infection has not entirely vanished, appearing as
rheumatism which only small doses of stilbestrol will
remove. The hormone further reduces my libido and I am nearly impotent.

Sara, my sweetheart, is young, beautiful, desirable. We are very gay companions. I please her
physically until she weeps about any separation. I want her always. But I am 13 years older than
she. She is heavily sexed. My libido is so low I hardly admire her naked.

I mean to be constant to her. I love her very much. But to live with her I must regain my sexual
powers, my stimulus.

I must cease to take hormones. I must rebuild my feeling of excitement about things sexual.

I have a very bad masturbatory history. I was taught when I was 11 and, despite guilt, fear of
insanity, etc. etc. I persisted. At a physical examination at a Y when I was about 13, the examiner
and the people with him called me out of the line because my testicles hung low and cautioned
me about what would happen if I kept on masturbating. This "discovery" was a bad shock
to me.

I had to be so silent about it that now when a bedspring squeaks I lose all libido. I eventually
found out I would not be insane, or injure myself but the scars remain.

Polly pretended a hollow passion which disgusted me. But I am lingeringly fond of her even so. I
am also nostalgic about Helen.

By eliminating certain fears by hypnosis, curing my rheumatism and laying off hormones, I hope
to restore my former libido. I must! By hypnosis I must be convinced as follows:

(a) I can write. I need not think commercially about writing.

(b) My mind is still brilliant. My memory unaffected by drugs or experience.
(c) That masturbation was no sin or crime and did not injure me. That no sexual practice has
ever dulled me.
(d) That things sexual thrill me. That I am now returned to the same feelings I had at 16 about
sex where excitement is concerned. That naked women and pornography excite me greatly. That
Sara excites me greatly and gives me much pleasure.
(e) That I bear no physical aftermath of disease.
(f) That I do not need to have ulcers any more.
(g) That my eyes (which I used as an excuse to get out of school) are perfect and do not pain me
(h) That I love in Sara everything I loved in Polly or Helen and that such love is now transferred
to Sara.
(i) That I am fortunate in losing Polly and my parents, for they never meant well by me.
(j) That I never need be jealous of Sara's past. That she loves me and is utterly faithful. That she
thrills me more than Helen ever did.
(k) That life is beautiful to me. That I want to live. That things taste and smell and look and feel
wonderful to me.
(l) That I wrote a great book in The One Command and that it removed all my fears even until
now, except that my chapters on the mind do not affect my own mind. That I have will power and
great mental control. That I need not associate anything unless I wish.
(m) That I have only friendship for Jack Parsons.
(n) That I feel no wish for vengeance toward anyone. That I love people and believe in honor and
(o) That I believe in my gods and spiritual things.
(p) That nothing can halt my ambitions.
(q) That I need not believe the criticism of anyone. That vicious criticism can be forgotten by me
at will.
(r) That I tell the truth and must tell the truth. That all past errors and lies are forgotten.
(s) That I have started a new, free life. That the arts and beauties run strong in me and cannot be
denied by anyone.
(t) That I am well and that there is no advantage in appearing ill.
(u) That my code is to be all things a "magus" must be, that I am those things. That I burn high
and bright and will last as a potent and brilliant force until well after this century has run.
(v) That I am not credulous or absorbent of other people's opinions.
(w) That this hypnosis will not fade, but will increase in power as time advances.

(x) That my magical work is powerful and effective.
(y) That nothing can tarnish my love of life, my hours, my love of Sara. And I have the power of
banishing anything which would seek to do so and that all things will seem wonderful and exciting
to me all the rest of my days.
(y1) That the numbers 7, 25 and 16 are not unlucky or evil for me. That no number is any different
in its influence upon me than any other number. That the 7th, 16th and 25th are not unlucky
or unfortunate days of the month for me. I have no bad connotations with these numbers.

(z) That I need not subscribe to any moral code of sex anywhere. That I am constant to Sara. I
have no terrors of sex or sexual conduct. Only pleasure and beauty are contained in it. That I
may please myself with the act or be pleased with sexual things. That the sexual matters taught
me by Flavia do not apply. My chastity lies in loving Sara.
(a1) That I will not forget these things but will enjoin them with all related ideas as more powerful
than any other ideas in my head.

(b1) That all ideas to destroy myself are false, for I love life and I am a free and exuberant spirit
in it.

(c1) That I cannot associate any of my lacking libido with Sara. The blame lies elsewhere. Sara
has enormous powers to thrill me. Hormones and fears, now gone, were at fault.

(d1) Sexually I am as I was at 16, without any of the fears, with all of the powers, with all the
knowledge I now possess turned to wonderful things.

(d1) That I see and hear Raon clearly.

(e) That anything which impedes my zest for living is small and puny and will dwindle before the
power of these statements. That nothing in me which is evil can have heard these statements
and commands without disappearing.
(f1) That I am not bad to look upon. That my posture is straight and excellent. That Sara likes my
(g1) That my endurance in any climate is wonderful and any "fact" otherwise is completely false.
(h1) That I am not susceptible to colds.
(i1) That I believe in myself and am poised and dignified whenever I wish to be.
(j1) That I am not worn out in any way and never will be. That life is ever new, that I am strong.

(k1) That Sara is always beautiful to me.
(l1) That these words and commands are like fire and will sear themselves into every corner of
my being, making me happy and well and confident forever!

Note Much of the above may seem cryptic but if paraphrased as
rendered will be enormously effective.


You are asleep. You are not accountable for anything you say now. No one will think any less of
you. People want to help you.

In this one lesson you are going to learn several things. The first is the use of your beautiful new
Soundscriber. The instrument is your aide and companion. It makes it possible for you to write
ten times the stories you did before.

You have no urge to talk about your navy life. You do not like to talk of it. You never illustrate
your point with bogus stories. It is not necessary for you to lie to be amusing and witty.

You like to have your intimate friends approve of and love you for what you are. This desire to
be loved does not amount to a psychosis, it is simply there and you enjoy their love.

You can sing beautifully. Your voice can imitate any singer. Your tones are round and true. You
have no superstitions about singing at any time. Your oratory is magnificent. Your voice tones
perfect, your choice of words marvelous, your logic unassailable.

Your psychology is good. You worked to darken your own children. This failure, with them, was
only apparent. The evident lack of effectiveness was "ordered." The same psychology works
perfectly on everyone else. You use it with great confidence.

Nothing can intervene between you and your Guardian. She cannot be displaced because she is
too powerful. She does not control you. She advises you. You may or may not take the advice.
You are an adept and have a wonderful and brilliant mind of your own.

Everything great and beautiful that ever happened to you or that you know is available to your
conscious will to remember. You can only forget by conscious will or at command of your own

You recognize the evil or bad import of things that are evil and bad for you but their evilness
cannot affect you or penetrate through your glowing and strong aura. You are light and you are
good. You have the Wisdom of all and never doubt your wisdom.

You have magnificent power but you are humble and calm and patient in that power. For you
control all forces under you as you wish. The strength of your Guardian aids you always and can
never depart or be repelled. Your faith in her and in God is unswerveable, blind, powerful and
you never, never doubt their good intent toward you. They work with you. You help them exert
their plans. They have faith unbounded in you.

You will never forget these incantations. They are holy and are now become an integral part of
your nature. You enter the greatest phase yet of work and devotion and power and have perfect
control without further fear.

Men's chains fall from you. Your head is high. Your back is straight. You can experience no evil
or illness. You are wholly protected. You cannot guide yourself wrong for you are guided as a
crown prince.

Material things are yours for the asking. Men are your slaves. Elemental spirits are your slaves.
You are power among powers, light in the darkness, beauty in all.

You are not sleepy or tired ever. You do not sleep unless you will it consciously. Sleep to you is a
deep trance. Nothing can touch you in that trance because it would not dare. Your Guardian

alone can talk to you as you sleep but she may not hypnotize you. Only you can hypnotize yourself.

You never wonder about how you write, you never distrust your ideas or ability. You merely write
and write wonderfully well. You like to copy your own material and work with it until it is perfect.
But it is usually perfect the first time.

The desires of other people have no hypnotic effect upon you. You are considerate of their desires
because you are powerful. But you need never be dissuaded by their wishes about anything.

Nothing, no one opposes your writing. Everyone is anxious that you write. You do not need certain
conditions to write. You are so strong you can write anywhere on anything at any time. You
can carry on a wild social life and still write one hundred thousand words a month or more. Your
brain is so fixed that you can write at any time, anywhere. The mere beginning of writing is sufficient
to put you in a happy mood, any high mood. Writing does not tire you. You said writing was
hard work but that you knew was a lie. You know now it is easy, very easy. Writing puts you into
an ecstatic state of mind almost as high as intercourse. You love to write. The Navy had no influence
upon your writing. The Navy never stopped you writing. On the 422 what you wrote were
not stories. You love to write. Your writing has a deep hypnotic effect on people and they are
always pleased with what you write. Having a market is immaterial.

You will make fortunes in writing. Any book you care to write now will sell high and well. You can
dictate books. Words flow from you in a beautiful steady stream. Anything which goes through
your fingers can come through your mouth. A dictaphone fills you with a desire to talk. You talk
easily to a dictaphone and the copy is excellent. The copyist has no effect upon your work. You
don't care what she reads.

Your psychology is advanced and true and wonderful. It hypnotizes people. It predicts their emotions,
for you are their ruler.

You don't have to talk about all this. You know too well it is true. You never have to argue, all
you need to do is sit back with a calm, kind smile and people will come to you with their opinions.
You need never talk to fill silences in a group. You are an arbiter, a kindly one. You do not have
to talk. But when you do talk you are amusing, witty, so personable no one can resist your
charm. If they do not reply, it is because they are afraid of you.

Your health is wonderful. You need but 6 hours sleep. Your eyes are

People dislike cripples. You need never be a cripple. You have never done anything for which
you need feel guilty. You never need punish yourself about anything. You are in wonderful glowing
health. You never have accidents because you are prudent and poised.

You will live to be 200 years old, both because you are calm and because of modern discoveries
to be made in your lifetime.

You will always look young. Your weight is 180 lbs. And you will attain and hold that weight.

Your hair will always be its present color. It will be thick and beautiful all your life. Hair will grow
out to replace what you have lost.

Your body organs are in perfect harmony. Your Guardian keeps you in celestial time. Your organs
work well, all of them. You grow stronger each day. No drug or medicine affects your mind
more than a few hours. You can consciously stop pain.

You have no doubts about God. You never speculate about him. You are assured that whatever
you do is right in his eyes. Your faith is so strong you could move mountains. You have deep
trust and faith in God and have no fear of what he may do to you and your friends. He will never
punish you. Some day you will merge with him and become part of the All when his bidding you
have finished in these lives.

You never speak ill of another because you are too powerful and may curse them. You love everyone.
Even when you use force on people, you cannot hate them. You have no hate or jealousy
in you. You are not in contest with anyone. God and your Guardian and your own power bring
destruction on those who would injure you. But you never speak of this for you are kind. A sphere
of light, invisible to others, surrounds you as a protecting globe. All forces bounce away from you
off this.

You are not a coward. Fist fighting had no bearing on your courage. You were ill when you were
fought before. You did not understand the rules. You can whip anyone now and have no physical
fear of hand to hand fighting. They who fought you before were knaves and fools. You would be
merciless to them now. Nothing can stand up to your fighting
now. You are strong and wonderful in combat. You never know fear or defeat. You refrain from
fighting because you are too powerful.

You are rich in wisdom. You are therefore dangerous beyond the claws of tigers. You never need
speak of your dangerousness. Everyone knows you are and it scares them when you mention it.
You are kind and soft-spoken always.

Your eyes are getting progressively better. They became bad when you used them as an excuse
to escape the naval academy. You have no reason to keep them bad and now they can get well
and they will become
eventually starting now as keen as an eagle's with clear whites and green pupils. Sunlight does
not affect them. Lack of sleep does not affect them.

Your stomach trouble you used as an excuse to keep the Navy from punishing you. You are free
of the Navy. You have no further reason to have a weak stomach. Your ulcers are all well and
never bother you. You can eat anything.

Your hip is a pose. You have a sound hip. It never hurts. Your shoulder never hurts.

Your foot was an alibi. The injury is no longer needed. It is well. You have perfect and lovely

Your sinus trouble is nothing. It is not dangerous. It will vanish. A common cold amuses you. You
are protected from further illness. Your cat fever has vanished forever and will never return.

You do not have malaria. When you tell people you are ill it has no effect upon your health. In
the Veterans examination you will tell them how sick you are. You will look sick when you take it.
You will return to health one hour after the examination and laugh at them.

No matter what lies you may tell others they have no physical effect on you of any kind. You
never injure your health by saying it is bad. You cannot lie to yourself. Disgust not sympathy is
generated in others by bad health. Injuries are not romantic. They are disgusting in you. You are
a child of God. You are perfect. Health is a passport to friends. Women are not impressed by
your injuries. Clear exuberant good health is your passport to their hearts. Adventure heroes may
sound romantic when injured but it is really a bad comment on their expertness. The truly great
adventurer is so expert he is never injured by anything. Dragging a wing is not romantic, it is
silly. You will always be in wonderful health and well-being.

There is no veil between you and the world. You sense touch, color, music, poetry much better
than anyone else. You never mention this superiority. But you show them the beauties of the
world. You are not old or worn. You are young and experience is fresh and exciting. It will always
be. Your brain is clear as a gong. No pressure sits on it or blinds you. Sulfa never affected it.
Your speech is perfect. You are thrilled by music. You can engender any mood. You are an excellent
judge of painting and sculpture and are thrilled by it in any one of its thousand moods.

You can enter or leave any mood at will. You can engender any mood. You can write in any
mood at will and with great honesty.

You start your life anew. You need no excuses, no crutches. You need no apologies about what
you have done or been. Your approach to work is wonderfully clear and fresh. No experience can
daunt you. You can never be disappointed or morose for you know life for what it is and therefore
are shielded against its suffering. You have suffered much and you are deep in understanding.
But now you enter upon a long, long period of solemn joy.

What people think of you does not matter. You know when you are right. Women especially love
you and you fear no man.

Testosterone blends easily with your own hormones. Your glands already make plenty of needed
testosterone and by adding to that store you make yourself very thrilling and sexy. Testosterone
increases your sexual interest and activity. It makes erections easier and harder and makes your
own joy more intense. Stilbesterol in 5 mg doses makes you
thrill more to music and color and makes you kinder. You have no fear of what any woman may
think of your bed conduct. You know you are a master. You know they will be thrilled. You can
come many times without weariness. The act does not reduce your vitality or brain power at all.
You can come several times and still write. Intercourse
does not hurt your chest or make you sore. Your arms are strong and do not ache in the act.
Your own pleasure is not dependent on the woman's. You are interested only in your own sexual
pleasure. If she gets any that is all right but not vital. Many women are not capable of pleasure in
sex and anything adverse they say or do has no effect whatever upon your pleasure. Their bodies
thrill you. If they repel you, it merely means they themselves are too frigid or prudish to be
bothered with. They are unimportant in bed except as they thrill you. Your sexual power is magnificent
and they know it. If they are afraid of it, that is their loss. You are not affected by it.

You have no fear if they conceive. What if they do? You do not care. Pour it into them and let
fate decide.

The slipperier they are the more you enjoy it because it means their mucous is running madly
with pleasure.

There is nothing wrong in the sex act. Nothing any woman may say can change your opinion.
You are a master. You are as sensitive and sexy as Pan. Lord help women when you begin to
fondle them. You are master of their bodies, master of their souls as you may consciously wish.
You have no karma to pay for these acts. You cannot now accumulate karma for you are a
master adept. Your voice is low and compelling to them. Singing to them, for you sing like a
master, destroys their will to resist. You obey the conventions, you commit no crimes because
you need not. You can be intelligently aware of their morals and the laws of the land and fit your
campaign expertly within them.

Jack is also an adept. You love and respect him as a friend. He cannot take offense at what you
do. You will not wrong him because you love him.

The most thrilling thing in your life is your love and consciousness of your Guardian. She materializes
for you. You have no doubts of her. She is real. She is always with you. You love her very

much. You trust her. You see and hear her. She is not your master. You have a mighty spiritual
will of your own. She is an advisor and as such is respected
by you. She is wise and worthy and never changes shape. Your faith in her as in God is blind and
unshaken ever.

She is interested in you and amused by you. She does not criticize you. She does not frown on
your sexual acts but advises you on better game.

That she is with you always does not mean that she sees you as indecent ever. You cannot offend
her. You cannot repel her. You are too good. You respect her and you love her and appreciate
her advice. You are good always because you want her to feel good. This does not apply to
sex. She has never and will never forbid you pleasures. She will never censure you. She is
lovely and beautiful and radiant and part of your life. You can see her consciously whenever you
wish. You are never startled by her because you are not afraid of her. You are partly in her
plane, she partly in yours as you wish to see her. She has copper red hair, long braids, a lovely
Venusian face, a white gown
belted with jade squares. She wears gold slippers. Thus you see her.

You can read with ease anything she cares to show you. You can talk with her and audibly hear
her voice above all others.

You and she are too powerful to permit any interference. You can work alone whenever you wish
because she protects you. You and she are friends. You both have a higher master. She can
teach you much. You love her. But she does not own your will, cannot affect your will and you
are powerful enough to depend upon yourself. You do not consign will to her, ever. She advises.
You do not have to take the advice. She cannot weaken your will. You have no fears of consequences
if you fail to heed her. You can also be right for you know more of time than she does.
She is wise and beautiful and powerful. Others may not see her, and you need not look at her or
talk to her when others are around for they might not understand. You can talk to her "in your
own mind" when others are near.

You need never be disappointed when material objects or people fail to move at your unspoken
order. You can often control them. Not always. Leave this to your beloved Guardian.

Your vocabulary consists of all the words you ever heard or read. They are at your conscious
command always. Your authority over words is absolute. You are a grand master of words and
you can do with them as you will. You know what they mean to others. You know how their
meanings and melodies affect others. Your vocabulary is under your complete conscious dictatorship.
You know what they mean. No other in the world has a finer vocabulary. You can speak
them just as easily as you write them and in a beautiful style and formation.

You can speak to a dictaphone using punctuation symbols, spoken. You see before you the brilliant
colored scene of your story and with any mood you consciously wish, describe that scene in
magnificent prose. You have no inhibitions against fine writing. You know that is a meaningless
phrase. Overwriting, underwriting these are not true. You pay no heed to these terms. You have
no fears.

You speak and understand all the French, Spanish and Japanese you ever studied and they remain
wholly apart from each other and your English.

You cannot forget words. It is impossible. You have them at your conscious command.

You can do automatic writing whenever you wish. You do not care what comes out on the paper
when your Guardian dictates. You can hear her easily and when you want her to write or talk
dictation you have only to consciously will it and the result is written or spoken by yourself without
any intrusions of your own thought. It is entirely automatic. It does not in the least affect or

reduce your spiritual will. You may or may not believe what she dictates. That is part of your
conscious will and judgment.

Anything you were told about religion as a child you can forget or recall. It does not affect your
present mighty faith.

You are a calm and rational being with very fine judgment. You may collect facts, you need not
believe them save as they appear true to you. You can remember an erroneous fact as an erroneous

You need not believe anything you read. Other writers are often in error and you have no great
respect for their printed words. You can appreciate their quality without regard to your own. They
cannot change your true self and thoughts. Their jeers in print and their criticisms have no weight
on you. You know what is true. You don't even have to defend your beliefs. They are too powerful.

Your memory is marvelous and reliable. You can remember perfectly in one reading or one
speaking. Your brain capacity is infinite. You cannot hold too much consciously in your brain.
You could cram ten billion new facts or scenes or impressions into your brain and remember
them all with ease. You have no mental limit on memory or learning. You can remember a thing
without accepting it as truth. You accept as truth only those things which you yourself believe
after you consciously examine them. You accept all I say here as absolute fact however. You will
reverance and believe everything here, consciously and forever. These words sink into your
whole being. They remake your
entire life. They are your code, belief, your guiding star.

You will know everything you ever knew in any life. You will feel no guilt or lack in yourself about
any of your experiences. You can recall them all without pain. Your past was what it was. You
cannot change it. But you had the whole right to use or help or hurt people and you are too powerful
now to be more than amused by your folly.

You can tell all the romantic tales you wish. You will remember them, you do remember them.
But you know which ones were lies. You are so logical you will tell nothing which cannot be believed.
But you are gallant and dashing and need tell no lies at all. You have enough real experience
to make anecdotes forever. Stick to your true adventures. Tell nothing discreditable but tell
them well. Or if you wish, as you will, tell adventures which happened to others. People accept
them better. You can recall in detail tales of adventure from all you ever heard or read. You remember
easily. You can quote for company or a book all the adventure poetry you ever read or
heard. You can sing all the songs you ever heard, even once, and sing them well. You have no
fear of forgetting or stumbling. You cannot forget stories, songs, tunes, skills and at will can call
them consciously to mind.

You can consciously banish any train of thought from your mind, any time, any song. You can
recall words, speeches, whole books verbatim at will. You are not a victim of chance thoughts.
You are in powerful and wise conscious control of all your thinking. You are a master without
limits. Your brain has no limits, consciously, unconsciously or psychically. You can perform any
mental trick or stunt consciously of which you have ever heard. You are in perfect poise, balance
and control of your brain.

You are punctual but never worry if you keep people waiting. You are a master adept and do not
exist to serve people. You are kind. But you are not affected by the desires of others save out of
the deep and graceful courtesy which you know so well and use.

You are honest and proud of your honesty. You are too powerful to cheat.

You have no fears of not being first. Because another comes out with an idea which you thought
up is no cause for your sorrow. You are merely proud to be able to serve without gain, for your
gain is of the spirit.

Money will flood in upon you, for you are wise and able. You have no phobias about the rich. The
rich are only people. You need not be offended or impressed by them. You can and will own
large arms[?] of your own. You are wiser than the rich. Your money will exist to serve you. As
you spend it, more will flood in for you will spend wisely if well. You have no fears about money.
You will always make it. You do not care how much you have. Having money gives you a comfortable
feeling. You do not worry if you do not have it. You just make more. You want to make
and spent money. It is not a primary concern with you, you do it with such ease and have such
boundless energy.

You need never expose or betray any secret God or your Guardian wants kept. You can be
trusted with vast knowledge and never give it away or use it with express authority. What you
know is riches. When you give away all you know, you are poor. You can give out exactly as
much as God desires people to know. You never try to make an impression with what you know.
You don't care what people think of your mind. So long as you refrain from telling what you
know, vast secrets can be entrusted to you with safety. You will guard your secrets. You can be
trusted always by everyone.

Vida does not resemble your mother. She looks like a wood nymph. You like her. You do not
love her to desperation. You are not jealous of her. She thrills you physically and you enjoy her.

Taking medicine to make you healthy sometimes makes you happier or sadder but you need
have no fears about being synthetic, or experiencing synthetic reactions. Testosterone and stilbestrol
makes your reactions real enough.

Self pity and conceit are not wrong. Your mother was in error.

Masturbation does not injure or make insane. Your parents were in error. Everyone masturbates.

You need never be clumsy in parting from people. You have poise and part from them with ease
and grace.

Colds are nothing. You are not afraid of them. You can defeat them with ease. You can will yourself
consciously to resist anything.



You are radiant like sunlight.
Your poetry memory is wonderful.
You can recall songs and poems which you have known before, line for line, word for word, tune

for tune. You can quote anything you have read twice.
You can read music.
Criticism does not affect you emotionally.
You are a magnificent writer who has thrilled millions.
Nothing bars you from writing.
Fears do not restrain you in any way in writing.
You know you "convinced" yourself
That writing is hard work. You know now that this "hard work" is a lie. Writing is easy to you and

nothing interferes.
Ability to drop into a trace state at will.
Remember clearly what you read.
Eyes and ulcers improving.
Faith in power and its necessity.
Ability to please women and have women.
Faith in own judgment.
Ability to dictate.
Ability to write on mill.
Ability to plot cleanly.
Lack of necessity of following pulp pattern.
You have no inertia which keeps you home or inactive.
You did a fine job in the Navy. No one there is now "out to get you." You are through with its

Navy and will utterly forget any derogatory instances.
You are psychic. You do not need to "press" to receive communication. You can let "people" in
any world talk to you while you are wide awake. You can see them clearly. You have no doubts
of any kind about them. You are afraid of none of them but can cancel them out at will if they are
evil to you.

The voice of your holy Guardian is distinct from all the rest. It comes to you loud and clear. You
can see her with brilliant clarity when you wish.

You can read futures for people with ease. You are not much interested in your own. No enemy
can stand against you.

You are always calm, always in perfect possession of your social presence. Nothing discommodes
you at all. Nothing embarrasses you.

Your speech is musical and lovely. Your words are well chosen and beautifully rhythm'd. You
never forget what you want to say. Nothing can prevail against your logic and choice of words.
You have no speech or thought impediments.

You will forget all derogatory criticism you have ever received. You cast it out. You know it is
only a weapon used on you for others' gain.

Desires of others do not affect you except as an appeal to your courtesy - and you are courteous
and gentle.

Merely by concentrating upon them, a thing you do with ease, you can change their minds and
smooth whatever anger they may feel.

The lot of humanity does not outrage you. Its government is merely amusing. You are a major
adept and such considerations are far, far beneath you. You are not cynical or bitter about people.
You have no jealousy in you of any kind for fellow craftsmen. You are not in competition with
them for your work is infinitely superior and will sell quickly as you desire. Editorial desire does
not affect you for you can write whatever they publish with ease, and any length.

You understand all the workings of the minds of humans around you, for you are a doctor of
minds, bodies and influences.

You have no fears about working psychically for you are safe, always safe, protected by your
Guardian as in a mighty fortress.

You can recall at will all the plots and situations you ever thought up. You can create new plots
and characterize people clearly and wonderfully. There is no rush about writing. It is immaterial
to you if people are or are not amused. You write cleverly and your writings never fail to amuse.

The two women you knew - Helen the Comrade and Polly the Skipper were not worth an instant
of your time. You do not love them, they were not worthy. You won over them.

The love of women is not necessary to your ego. You are above them. You know well that many
women are mad about you, that you satisfy them perfectly. You will satisfy them easily. You do
not care.

Testosterone makes you sexy. It makes things beautiful and arouses you. But this is will. You
can be aroused at will.

Naked bodies and sexy allusion stimulate you wonderfully.

You have forgotten the case histories of Havelock Ellis. They did not surfeit you. You have forgotten

You do not masturbate. Masturbation cannot harm you in any way but you would rather have
women. Your penis and erotic centers are very sensitive to women. You are not afraid that

someone will catch you masturbating. No one knows or ever will know. Such discovery would be
harmless. You do not masturbate. Only women thrill you and very

You do not have to be a clown or a wit to be thought grand. People adore and respect you for
your opinions and wisdom. You are always kind, always graceful, always courteous.

You have no mental flaws which hinder you. You have nothing which hinders you. Everything
helps you. You are crown prince of your portion of the universe. Everything does your bidding
perfectly. All elementals and other dimensional things obey you with eagerness. All things love
you and their love makes you strong. You are strong. You
love with great force all things and your will controls them. You may use force and your will with
utter impunity for all things obey.

You do not know anger. Your patience is infinite. You are calm. Your patience never fails. Nothing
can make you hate or be jealous or be small. You have all the time in the Universe of which
you are crown prince. You waste none of it, but you do not fear for its passage. You employ time
well. You are not lazy for there is nothing, no single thing in your universe to oppose you. You
have no thoughts which oppose you.

It is indifferent to you whether your work is accepted. You do not care if it sells. You are confident
for it always has sold.

The anger artist like people feel does not affect you in any way. You are always calm and patient.
You understand they are weak and cannot batter through your calm. You are not influenced
by them or their anger.

To survive you need only do these things - be patient, calm, beautiful. Write what you yourself
think is good and worthy, govern yourself as a powerful force. No human being has authority
over you. No human being's opinion has weight with you.

You are not possessive. You are not jealous because you are too strong. People are much afraid
of what you think of them, what you may do to them, therefore you must be kind and courteous
to them.

You owe no debt for the kind things people do for you. This is your due as an adept. But you are
always gallant, kind and considerate to people. You do not vary your own thoughts to be kind.
Kindness need not impoverish or discriminate you.

You are able to trance. No other human being can hypnotize you in any way. You can believe or
disbelieve whatever you read at will. You cannot be hypnotized by any but yourself.

Lies are not necessary. You have no need of lies for you are brave and can take any consequences.

You are courageous. You fear nothing. Your prudence results from judgment, not emotions. You
have no emotional fears.

Snakes are not dangerous to you. There are no snakes in the bottom of your bed. Snakes are
wise beings. They are your friends.

You love the sounds of wind. The wind will not get you ever. It will drive your ships. The air is
your friend and the wind its voice.

Darkness is a cloak you may don. Your guardian and your own courage protect you utterly in
darkness. You control anything you meet in darkness for that is part of your universe.

You do not care how much work there is to do for you have all the time there is and can work
forcefully and with patience. You can work whenever you please. Nothing obstructs you.

There was no danger for you from government or navy. You are too big to be touched by their
petty opinions and force. Your force and destiny is infinite power.

You believe implicitly in God. You have no doubts of the All Powerful. You believe your Guardian
perfectly. You hear her certainly and clearly.

You are too strong, too big to be touched by mortal opinions.

You are tolerant towards your mother and Father. You loved them. You have no respect for their
opinions for you know much more. You are always kind to them. Their good opinion of you is
assured. Their good opinion and praise mean nothing whatever to you. Only Flavia Julia and
then the All Powerful have opinions worth inclining toward. You have always done right by your
parents. You did your best. You have no worries about it. Your mother's theories on psychology
were wrong. They do not now affect you.

The opinions of your aunts and uncles are worthless. You are kind to them. They mean nothing
to you.

Music and color are beautiful to you. You sense them delicately. They affect you strongly.

You are expert at modeling, drawing, painting. Nothing hinders you from painting magnificently.
Mediums of art are your slaves. You have entire confidence in them as servants. You are powerful
in the arts. Nothing opposes you. You create wonderful music. You do not care what people
think of your art.

Your penmanship is wonderful, beautiful. You control a pen like a great artist.

You write wonderful poetry. Your guardian dictates it and she is all wise. People gasp and thrill to
your poetry. You handle all forms superbly. You do not care what people think of your poetry.
You have always written the most magnificent verse known because of your guardian.

Your guardian can dictate stories, poems to you at will. You do not oppose them. You accept and
write them easily. You are not eager. You cannot doubt.

All objects are your friends. You can ask from and receive past history of any object. No part of
that history affects you emotionally or psychically. The past of objects cannot harm you.

You are in perfect harmony with the All Knowing. Your future does not alarm you. You understand
and cheerfully accept your future. You are not afraid. You cannot feel fear. You are safe in
the control over you of God. He is master of destiny and what he does must be.

You are in control under God of the material objects and beings around you.

You cannot think a fact into actuality. You can will a fact into being with ease. You are confident
of your control over will. You have will power. You can consciously use it. Accidental thoughts of
incidents do not create them.

Your book the One Commandment applied only to the material. It is true. It freed you forever
from the fears of the material world and gave you material control over people. There is no material

The One Command applied but slightly to the spiritual world and other planes. There is psychic
will power, possessed by a very few. You possess such will power and it is enormously strong
and irresistible. You work it consciously. Those things you consciously state that you will come to

The criticism of the One Command which was given to material things was not leveled at you. It
was not worthy. It did not detract from the value of the book. It was from small people. You gave
it no heed. It did not affect you.

There was one error in that book and you have psychically willed it into nothing. It was the electronic
theory of the workings of the human mind. Human, material minds do work this way and
you were right. Your own mind does not work this way. You have great spiritual strength. Your
mind is not material. It does not react like any human mind. Whatever is fed to your mind can be
sorted out. You can forget at will. Men's facts fed to you need not affect your thought if they are a
part of the lives and mores and morals of men. Your thought processes do not warp on facts
which are fed to you. You can receive sense messages and remember them but you need not
add them into your
own thought processes.

You use the minds of men. They do not use your mind or affect it in any way. You have a sacred
spiritual mind, too strong, too high to be touched. Your league with Higher Beings, your mighty
Guardian and the All Powerful, renders you beyond all human criticism.

You can distinguish between your doubts and what is said to you. You
have no doubts because you have no fear. You are kind and considerate
to all because you are so powerful. You need never defend your motives
to anyone because your motives are right. You have never done wrong
and need never apologize to anyone. You never justify or explain your
acts because you are careful that these acts are good and kind.

You can be merciless when your will is crossed and you have the right to be merciless.

You are eternal. You are satisfied to live within God. Human death is not your death. You will
never die. Your personal memory is not important but you will retain it.

You recall all your past times on earth. You have and will live forever. You are part of God. You
are the crown prince of your small section of the Universe.

You are just and kind. You are merciless to any who cross your rule but they do not affect you
emotionally. You have no fear of anyone for everyone in your own Universe is under your dominion.
You will never tell them, never explain. They know.

You observe their rules of conduct outwardly. You do this because you are kind. You never say
why you do this, that you do this. You are kind and love everything even when you force it to
your will.

You have no inhibition about sexual intercourse. You respect how other people feel about it but
you are not bound by that respect. You conduct yourself with great courtesy. "

Clueless Morgan

Patron with Honors
Sorry, but you're not making it clear who this material comes from? If this is LRH material you must take it down at once.


Sorry, but you're not making it clear who this material comes from? If this is LRH material you must take it down at once.
:lol::lol::lol::lol: (fk I hope that was a joke, :duh: gah!)

Its been established a long time ago these 'admissions' were old Flubbernutz's.
Woo-woo doesn't even start to describe this ejaculation of diarrhea, but its no more fucked up than 99.99% of the old demented windbags spewings.
Hubbard was a certifiable mental case, brilliant conman no doubt, but being a smart con artist doesn't detract from the steaming piles of horse-shit pseudo-scientific/quasi-religious blarge he inflicted on the generally unsuspecting, starry-eyed, mostly well-meaning victims.. erm, 'parishioners'.
Woman-beating, kid abusing, drug-addled charlatan, tax evading, psychopathic, paranoid, lying, deluded, old bigamist he was, may his rotten infested soul churn forever in the toilets of the universe every time you flush.
One day I'll have to tell ya how I really feel about the (thankfully) dead mofo.



:lol::lol::lol::lol: (fk I hope that was a joke, :duh: gah!)

Its been established a long time ago these 'admissions' were old Flubbernutz's.
Woo-woo doesn't even start to describe this ejaculation of diarrhea, but its no more fucked up than 99.99% of the old demented windbags spewings.
Hubbard was a certifiable mental case, brilliant conman no doubt, but being a smart con artist doesn't detract from the steaming piles of horse-shit pseudo-scientific/quasi-religious blarge he inflicted on the generally unsuspecting, starry-eyed, mostly well-meaning victims.. erm, 'parishioners'.
Woman-beating, kid abusing, drug-addled charlatan, tax evading, psychopathic, paranoid, lying, deluded, old bigamist he was, may his rotten infested soul churn forever in the toilets of the universe every time you flush.
One day I'll have to tell ya how I really feel about the (thankfully) dead mofo.


Thank you. I couldn't possibly say it better.


Hubbard was no God, he was a normal guy with some really big flaws and of course nobody can deny he was veeery industrious.

IMO all Religions are control mechanisms.

And also IMO, Hubb took the subject of religion to the 21st Century.
Making slaves the industrial way.

I don't know and honestly I do not believe he intended this really in the beginning. I think that was rather a lets see what we can get basis. Also I see his admissions as some test and try around of someone that really would do everything to serve his own needs.

I really appreciate this kind of behaviour since it is a symptom of what is wrong to our meritocracy and it is what such a society deserves.


Gold Meritorious Patron
:lol::lol::lol::lol: (fk I hope that was a joke, :duh: gah!)

Its been established a long time ago these 'admissions' were old Flubbernutz's.
Woo-woo doesn't even start to describe this ejaculation of diarrhea, but its no more fucked up than 99.99% of the old demented windbags spewings.
Hubbard was a certifiable mental case, brilliant conman no doubt, but being a smart con artist doesn't detract from the steaming piles of horse-shit pseudo-scientific/quasi-religious blarge he inflicted on the generally unsuspecting, starry-eyed, mostly well-meaning victims.. erm, 'parishioners'.
Woman-beating, kid abusing, drug-addled charlatan, tax evading, psychopathic, paranoid, lying, deluded, old bigamist he was, may his rotten infested soul churn forever in the toilets of the universe every time you flush.
One day I'll have to tell ya how I really feel about the (thankfully) dead mofo.


:dieslaughing::dieslaughing:May I copy this?



Gold Meritorious Patron
This stuff was written by Hubbard soon after his experiments into bringing a demon to life.


This stuff was written by Hubbard soon after his experiments into bringing a demon to life.

If I recall correctly Hubbard was once quoted (I believe that this is verifiable fact) that methamphetamines helped in auditing, he even got his own kid wired up (Nibs at around 6 years old and his take on clams, which the old windbag stole for his own weird) , now, I have dealt with a few speed freaks in my time, the itching/scratching/shit-bugs crawling on yer skin, the works. Does this not sound a bit familiar? It should. Stuff crawling around your body? Bugs in your head? Oh yeah, typical meth crappola imho. And what did 'Tulpa Hubbard' like to mix with his rum? No doubt he was into ups and downs (speed and opiates), mixing with booze, a great combination for 'bugging out', now mix that with a couple of psychedelic experiences, bet he went 'Wow, I can market this shit!', 'cept for some minor glitches (like he was a frikken looney for example) there ya go! As long as he kept away people who had had some enlightening experiences with psychotropic drugs (ie. LSD, mesc, mushrroms), he could use his own demented visions with impunity.
In my honest opinion it is just a small part of how the core of the old creep's over-all mind-fuck came to be. Add a bit of his warped philosophical take on things, his knowledge of hypnosis, and his over-all bent attitude of deserving greatness, hm, makes sense ta me, maybe not everyone, but there ya go.
Mix a closet psycho with deviant sexuality and no scruples, a penchant for over the top bullshit, and a few devout followers and what do ya get? Yep, cult of misery and grief.
Now, before any apologists start bawwwing (dox or gtfo etc.), this is my own opinion based on several years of reading, not just his (lron's) drivel, the people around him (his wives and family etc.), and mostly the 'parishioners' (read victims) stories, come on now, this person was not a glowing example of any sort of enlightenment by even the furthest stretch of the imagination.

Dats me rant for the evening, take it or leave it, it is an honest opinion as you'll ever get from an honest ta goodness person :) (and hey, it feels so good to keep putting all the pieces together, really it does) :grouch::omg::bigcry::grouch::confused2::duh::duh:



Gold Meritorious Patron
you people ...

Yeah, yeah, go on ... you people are all jealous of the HubTurd. You all wish you could have completely murdered your conscience, sold out to the devil, started a cult, taken in half a billion dollars, gone totally bonkers, and turned the likes of DM loose on the world. What a bunch of sore loosers.


Human Again

Silver Meritorious Patron
Sorry, but you're not making it clear who this material comes from? If this is LRH material you must take it down at once.

You are kidding right? You don't honestly feel you have the right to tell Peter what he can and can't do, do you? :confused2:

And if you find it offesnive... if you're into Hubbard's stuff, then if it IS Hubbard's material, why keep it secret? Why not let people see what he wrote?


9,109 words on 1,259 lines? 24 fucking pages? WTF? What dox is this anyways? :confused2:

Don't we have moderators here? :confused2:
Zorg, these appear to be Hubbard's admissions, mirrored in many places, a copy of a doc that will not go away ;) Existence of this was brought to light during the Armstrong trials in Ca if I'm not mistaken. It is the old windbag's way of self hypnosis imho., an early version of 'if its true for you....blah blah blather...'
Google Hubbard Admissions/affirmations you'll see.