Tis’ The Season!

Greetings and welcome to the Holidays, 2019! Party time is upon us. Usually, I’m riddled with reminders of “school’s” annual holiday hijacking and thanking God that I’m no longer part of this all-consuming soiree. This year, I’m not thinking about it that much.

I’m thankful that “school’s” seasonal larceny is becoming a distant memory, a blip in the screen. But the Christmas Party did come to mind as I passed by a Christmas Tree stand and remembered a tree scamming story told to me by a fellow “disgruntled ex-student”. I found it entertaining & hope you do, as well. Here goes …

Billerica "classroom"
Illicit Photo from “school’s” Boston-based Billerica Classroom, Xmas Party, 20??

Every Christmas teachers sent out some poor cog to scam a free tree. They insisted on a donated tree. Yep. It’s a weird cult-loyalty test thing. Anyway, in 2011, the tree scammer baton got handed to my one and only recruit.

I’d already left at that point and had been obsessively contacting him, driven by guilt, and determined to get him out. I was encouraged that he always took my calls & he told me stuff – he was leaking to the enemy!

He was also struggling — as we all did every season — because, as designed, the shindig wedges between members and non-members, wiggling back and forth, isolating them at the very time when families are planning their parties, or getting presents, or decorating houses, or attending church services together. I was treading lightly, inviting him to say the unsayable & trust his spidey sense. Yes, something is wrong with this picture … I wasn’t sure if he’d bolt as soon as I criticized school.

SO as he’s struggling with doubts, a teacher instructs him to scam the tree, “Tell them you’re throwing a party for underserved children … because, as students, we are like children.” You know, something altruistic, as opposed to the truth: the $350/month, esoteric mystery school (cough, cult) I’m in, wants me to scam a free Christmas tree with fine radiations from you, because as a cult, it feels entitled. Merry Christmas!

He called a merchant, who asked, “What’s the name of your organization?” He fumbled, explaining, “… emmm, we don’t have a name.” The immediate response was, “No.” He told me, “That’s when I realized that they’ve heard this crap before.” He said f*ck this, and bought a tree. He knew he couldn’t possibly confess to buying it without getting a load of crap. So he decided to experiment … would these highly evolved beings know if he employed some clever insincerity on them?

He told the class, “I brought my guitar to the tree place and offered to sing Christmas Carols in exchange for a free tree. It worked!” The he waited to be called out. Surely one of his teachers, or long-time member, those who’d been doing the work longer, would know that he was bullshitting, right? Wrong. All praised him for his innovation and cleverness, as though he’d hit the “school” pinnacle! Not one of those highly evolved beings sensed the complete fabrication. By the New Year, he was gone and he took a number of classmates with him in what we now call The Great Escape.

You know, it never occurred to me to lie at “school”. After I left, many disgruntled ex-students told me that they started making shit up about all kinds of things: tree scamming, making new friends (also known as the pretentious ‘third line of work’) certain instructions, assignments and more! I guess that “school”/”the study” (whatever it’s called now) is good at Clever-Insincerity training. How inspiring.

If you’re reading this, you’re either “breaking rules”, or already free. Cheers to either your rebellion, or your school-free holidays & school-free life!!!
Of course, you might be the Blog-Monitor. Whatever the reason, may the season be good to you!

And Blog Monitor, (Geoff??? Josh??? Who is it today?) try to imagine a life without having to monitor this site. You must have better things to do. But while you’re here … I’m sure that there’s been several name changes since I left. Perhaps even since the New York Post ran that article earlier this month. Feel free to fill us in on what “school” calls itself today.

Happy Thanksgiving!

2 thoughts on “Tis’ The Season!

  1. A lie is an An Intentionally False Statement says:

    I did lie in school as well but the guilt was unbelievable. I was always waiting for them to find me out, because, certainly, as more evolved beings, they had to know I was hiding something and not being truthful. But, no, they never knew. Never guessed. Of course, that didn’t ease the anxiety that some day they would find out. But they never found out. They are not omniscienet. As a matter of fact, they really know very little.

    Clever insincerity does work!!!

    So, now I have to ask all of you who are still in school:
    Do you have ANY IDEA who amongst you are are lying to you? Teachers? Friends? Sustainees? And what are they lying about?

    I talked to people who had left school for years and no one ever knew what I had found out. I’m sure that is a far more serious offense than just saying that I scammed a Christmas tree… I lied about making my aims (frequently). I lied about 3rd line of work (I never felt comfortable bringing someone innocently into a group that I had so many questions about and had known was a “cult” for a long time). I never really went out looking for people – more often I just went shopping. I lied about meeting people and I lied about the people I “connected” with. I lied about my family. I lied about my children. I lied about my friendships with people in school. I lied to all of my teachers. I lied just about every time I stood up.

    So, who is lying to you and what are they lying about??

    • The Gentle Souls Revolution says:

      Hello “a lie is an intentionally false statement” – thanks so much for this comment. You made me laugh out loud, bc I remembered this story: one time I went to Salem to meet up with an “older student” to “make new friends.” I always assumed that everyone else was being a good doobie, especially the “more highly evolved” older students! We met at O’Neil’s, ordered burgers at the bar, talked about our respective employment struggles (we were both looking for jobs). I kept waiting to follow her lead – she was supposed to be coaching me, after all. Nothing was happening – she appeared to be completely uninterested in talking to complete strangers. We finally made one lame attempt to speak to a couple of women sitting next to us. They both looked super uncomfortable. My elder cohort announced suddenly, “Well, I have to go.” And took off. I was super confused — but also super happy b/c I f*ing hated “making new friends.” Apparently she did too 🙂 SO I took her cue and stopped trying to “make new friends”. Thanks, coach!

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