Talking Out Of Turn

So, I need to learn to communicate better. Everybody knows that I have trouble following conversations, making eye contact, and so forth. I resist the suggestion that I might be on the autism spectrum, so what is the alternative? Perhaps I can find a role model. Somebody who has struggled to communicate. Somebody who is short and has had to fight his way through the world, like me. Somebody who has one maxillary central incisor instead of two.

Of course! Mr. Tom Cruise can enlighten me! He took this course in communications once, and then discovered that that was really just the first step on the Bridge! We need Affinity, Reality, and Communication (ARC), to get conscious control of our emotions and agree with those around us about reality. And what is reality? Reality, friends, is the fact that we are all strapped with thousand, millions, maybe billions, of alien creatures called thetans, who were the losers in a war that makes Star Wars look like West Side Story (only not nearly as realistic in its portrayals of love and character). I’m going to take this course in communications, then the next few courses, and start auditing, and as I get control, I’m going to learn about the aliens that are keeping me from having super powers. Right now, I’m at “Total Failure” on the Tone scale, but I can already feel emanations from “Total Serenity” (and I ain’t talking ’bout Joss Whedon) on their way.

I think Patrick may be an SP, though. That’s “Suppressive Person” in Elron-speak. I need to disconnect from that SP before I become a PTS (”Potential Trouble Source”). He thinks that it’s all about John Travolta. I’m going to ping him about his Ethics, and report him to his supervisor, and see how that goes. Because, you know, I want him to be Clear. It’s the best thing for him, just like it’s the best thing for me. The war against Xenu continues, and even if I only make it up to OT7 in this life, there’s always the next; I just need to find my way back to earth and reincarnate again. It should be easier to get rid of those pesky thetans next time around, now that I know they’re there. I hope they still have E-meters when I recycle. And I wonder if I can still get rid of my thetans if I check Mission: Earth out of the library instead of actually buying it. I just don’t have the space on my shelves for that, um, very large and impressive work of “science fiction.”