Cultic Studies Journal, Vol. 11, No. 1, 1994, Page 28
things! And my mind is fighting it, I know it‟s hard for me to accept it. Right now, I don‟t
know anything! Everything is open! Everything is new! I need some help. I don‟t know if you
know what I am talking about, but please say something to me and make it easier for me!”
“Woooo!” said the crowd.
They jumped to their feet and cheered and screamed and rejoiced almost uncontrollably, as if
a grand slam had just been hit with two outs in the bottom of the ninth in the seventh game
of the Series. They did this often, so it was hard to tell what, exactly, the score was. The
cheering worked pretty much the same way as the love. Pretty soon, you‟re clapping because
everybody else is clapping. Pretty soon, you‟re clapping uncontrollably. Pretty soon, you‟re
believing in what you‟re clapping about because the old brain cannot stand the discrepancy.
It‟s either believe and clap or don‟t believe and don‟t clap. You brain can‟t handle any other
combination. And you don‟t want to be rude ...
Mind-kerflooey moment No. 2.
Chuck stood up to help the hysterical woman. He took the microphone. He was wearing all
black topped by a leopard-print vest. His outfit worked nicely with BernaDeane‟s leopard-print
leggings and Jim‟s all-black ensemble. Chuckbernieandjim almost always wore coordinated
outfits. These were very fancy and very fine clothes, and you never see Chuck, Bernie, or Jim
in the same outfit twice.
“Your body is there, ready to receive and transmit!”Chuck said to the woman. “Wooo!”said
the audience. “But there‟s a torment that happens!”said Chuck. “Right!” the people shouted.
“And that‟s what you‟re getting you feel an intelligence of your body that‟s sending signals to
your brain, and you‟re thinking things you never thought before [“It’s true!” “Right!”], and it‟s
contradictory to the program that is already there, you need to go with the new [“Right on!”],
you‟re reprogramming yourself we‟re not reprogramming here! [“Wooooo!”] CBJ, I wish, I
tell you, I wish we could really brainwash every one of you! [“Wooowooowooo!”] But we can‟t
do it--not only brainwash but to body-wash! [“Woo-hoo!” “Ha!” “Woooo!”] Because even for
the DNA to change the genetic intelligence that has been there, but we are waking up that
gene! [“It’s true!”] There is an immortal gene within the body already! [“Yes, yes, yes!”]
We‟re waking up that immortal gene to where it becomes the predominant gene in the body
and consumes the genetics that accepts that death is inevitable!”
“Woooooooooo! Wa-ha-ha-ha! Wheee! Woo-hoo!”
And so on. Chuck eventually got into more-religious-type talking, at one point insisting that
he was not a god, thank God, because “being a god is a lonely, lonely place, and all you can
do is masturbate.” Chuck used the word “masturbate” a lot. Beyond that, he would use a lot
of other words that strung together sounded something like the hum of an air conditioner,
followed by “Oh, I could go on and on,” and he would. It was not uncommon for Chuck to
speak in one sentence that was a full twenty minutes long.
It‟s hard to follow a sentence that long. Now imagine eight continuous hours full of sentences
that long. Now imagine three straight days of eight continuous hours full of sentences that
long. And no breaks. Not even for lunch. IF the leaders had it their way, you wouldn‟t even
get a break when you went to take your own personal toilet time in Tel Aviv, they want to
put speakers in the bathrooms. In Scottsdale, these bathroom speakers have been in place
for some time now.
Eventually --if not before and if not sooner or later --the newcomer interested in learning
how, exactly, CBJ can make her immortal forgets what her original question was.
Mind-kerflooey moment No. 3. Your brain has just settled into a very deep snooze. Your brain
cannot bear “and can you blame it?” to try to figure out what the heck is being said in another
one of those sentences, so it is checking out.

Cultic Studies Journal, Vol. 11, No. 1, 1994, Page 29
Pretty soon, you‟ll be offered a new brain. And it won‟t be as conflicted as your old one. It will
come to you prepackaged with all the answers to all the world‟s problems. “How convenient,”
you‟ll say, and you‟ll buy it, seeing as your old brain isn‟t working anymore. In fact, that
snoozing old thing won‟t even register the transaction.
At that moment, you will have been officially sucked in. Make no mistake about it: People get
sucked into the darndest things. You think you‟re too smart or too clever to get pulled in by
the hose of one of life‟s hungry little vacuums. YOU ARE WRONG. A sucker is born every
minute, and so is a suckee.
The microphone got passed around, and everyone was invited to give “expressions.” The
people would face CBJ up there onstage and say things like “I have such a praise for you.”
And “I feel your penetration.” And “Your cells have impregnated me.”
And “I‟m yours! Every cell is yours! I‟m yours 100 percent. You need it, you deserve it, you
cannot go on without it, it‟s flesh, 100 percent. It‟s all I want. I want to give it to you, my
flesh, 100 percent. You need it so much. You must be covered physically! Let me in! Let me in
all the way! Please! I love you! I love you so much! I‟m covering your flesh! I‟m covering your
flesh now!”
And “I want to make a lot of money and I want to give you a lot of money.”
And “I got paid and I took a number of hundred-dollar bills and I put them in my pocket. And
that was the money that was burning. It made me feel that I never knew what it was to burn
with physical passion before. That was my gift to CBJ.”
And “I‟m giving to CBJ every month now more than my salary. We don‟t need to keep a
savings. “Savings” is another code word we use to mean something bad will happen to us.
Nothing bad will ever happen to us if we will be together and be with CBJ!”
And “Here‟s a check for a thousand dollars.”
And, finally, “If you don‟t pay to CBJ, you are committing suicide.”
***
You may find this all a wee bit preposterous. How could any sane human being stand up and
swear his life and bank account away to three show people in leopard-print outfits who sing
bad songs and yell at you and demand your commitment and demand your money and
promise to never leave you for all eternity and--perhaps most remarkably--convince you that
you actually want them in your life forever? Easily. It‟s the process that sucks you in, not the
content.
I did not arrive at this conclusion without a certain amount of my own personal psychic
discomfort.
It is easy, I tell you, if you sit long enough in the landscape of some very odd picture, to
being thinking “What is wrong with me?” instead of “What is wrong with this picture?” You
see that everybody else thinks this odd place is normal, and because you don‟t see it as
normal, well, then you must be abnormal. You start questioning yourself, your judgment gets
wacky, you don‟t want to be odd, you want to fit in, so you become normal as defined by the
abnormal picture. You become odd.
I became odd. Beserk? I became furious. Uncharacteristic and unformed rage came out of me
as I sat in those meetings. The rage bounced all over the place. I put the rage onto my
family. I put the rage onto the Catholic Church. I put the rage onto every church. I put the
rage onto Jim and Tammy Bakker, Jim Jones, Sun Myung Moon, Satan, Jesus and a lot of
other people I had never met.
I put the rage, finally, onto my shrink.