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I went to Brushwood and, like most SubGenii, was a little bewildered when seven o'clock came about. I remained in a daze until I returned 'home' to St.Thomas, Ontario. Subjected to public facilities for several days, I immediately headed for the excremeditation chambre, carrying 'Revelation X'. Funny how things become immediately clear when you're in such a state of intense meditation. On the last paragrpage 108 details of The Rupture are printed.
I was so stupid to be thinking in three dimensional terms. I get upset with the orthodox religions envisioning some diety in a cloud city with a beard, on a throne, and white skin - looks like a cross between grandpa and Santa Claus. But I expect a lot more out of myself, and other SubGenii as well. I won't get into the specifics of what RevX says - basically it states that our physical meat shells will be left behind when we board the vessels of the pleasure saucers. Well, my impression was that we would have to die in order for this to happen. I guess that wasn't even necessary.
At seven o'clock this beautiful morning, amongst hundreds of SubGenii, The Rupture did indeed occur. I feel as if part of myself is in fact on board the pleasure saucers having a wild orgy with the sex goddesses and my fellow SubGenii.
Other SubGenii may prefer to bitch and complain because they don't get to ride around the galaxy like Captain Kirk, fighting Klingons and Greys and whatever.
What it comes down is one question: "Do I Have Slack?" I know I do; I know that's why I joined and that's what really matters.
And for those of you saying that its all a joke, that you're glad you didn't waste your money on non-coporeal saucers, and are the best of all mockers, scoffers and disbelievers: you don't have to believe it if you don't want to. After all, in my opinion, The Rupture was quite personal and I don't know if anyone else in the camp or on the planet feels exactly as I do about it. You can believe that you only have 6663 years until The Rupture; I believe it happened this morning of July 5th 1998 at 7:00 am, exactly as Dobbs foretold it.
At very least, if you didn't come, didn't BELIEVE - you missed a great fucking party, and more stick than you can shake a slack at!
Praise "Bob"! Praise Stang! Praise the X-ists! Praise Slack!
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Rev. Noah J. Stewart
Church of the Befuddled Biped
nstewart@ican.net
http://members.tripod.com/~RevNoah/
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