Author: Hubbard, L. R.
Document date: 1963, 6 August
Document title: Auditing Comm Cycles
Document type: lecture transcript
Event: Saint Hill Special Briefing Course
Location: East Grinstead, Sussex
Document ID: SHSBC-320
Description: Hubbard gives the history of the human race. Claims that we are prisoners from a civilization called the Marcab Confederacy, located somewhere in the Big Dipper.
The character of this planet and the population hereon makes it practically impossible to do anything with this planet. Now, I’m not taking off from a failure point. The stress and thought and prevention and cure and this and that which you have to go into on this planet to get anything done and running is absolutely fantastic.
Now, you want to ask why this is? Well, we can go into that in a moment. But those of you who have on the backtrack an experience of you just get some guys together and you do something, you see–well, that’s been a common experience, and you still tend to operate in that zone and sphere of influence. In other words, you said, “Well, it was very easy. We just whistle up Joe, Bill and Pete, and the four of us will go down there and fix up the signboards, and that’ll take care of that,” see? And you’re all set, see?
But that was yesteryear and elsewhere. And you apply that basic feeling to this planet and you’re in trouble at once. Why? This planet is part of a larger federation–was part of an earlier federation and passed out of its control due to losses in war and other such things. Now, this larger confederacy–this isn’t its right name, but we have often called it and referred to it in the past as the Marcab Confederacy1. And it has been wrongly or rightly pointed to as one of the tail stars of the Big Dipper, which is the capital planet of which this planet is.
Now, all this sounds very space-opera-ish and that sort of thing, and I’m sorry for it, but I am not one to quibble about the truth. This gets in people’s hair every now and then, and I don’t see any point in lying in order to be acceptable. It just doesn’t seem to be a right way to go about things, particularly in the realm of science. I don’t think a scientist should tell a bunch of “scientific” lies in order to be an acceptable scientist. It doesn’t seem to me to be a sensible proceeding.
However, be that as it may, these various planets united into a very vast civilization which has come forward up through the last two hundred thousand years [and] is formed out of the fragments of earlier civilizations. No I can’t tell you accurately, exactly what these blokes are up to or where they’re from, but this isn’t quite germane to this galaxy.
That’s the first thing you should know about it; it isn’t quite native to your track. You find a type of mental implanting and that sort of thing going on here in the last couple of hundred thousand years which are not native to your earlier track.
Now, this is all very important; it’s very important, because they have terrible problem. They have the problem of people who are native to this galaxy and aren’t used to this kind of thing, and they have the basic problem “How do you kill a thetan?” And that’s a terrible problem to men who have very, very guilty consciences and blood on their hands–a great problem.
Probably the best way to hide your overts2 is to give somebody amnesia you see (then they don’t know what you’ve done to them), and then tell the something else has happened. Well, this is a dramatization of a very crave intelligence, and that is what is going on here.
Now, the fellow who conforms to that society is in no vast trouble. Perhaps some bloke who has a military record against them, and that sort thing, might possibly (no matter what he did) find himself unable to satisfactorily conform. But the point is that their ideal is the conformist.
Now, these conformists are pretty weird, and the personnel of this particular society is pretty scummy, to say the least. Let’s–supposing you were in the last shambling wreckages of a redlight district: you’d have high toned personnel, compared to the personnel which makes up the other planet I’m talking to you about. High-toned personnel, much higher toned than the average run. They practice cannibalism. The stuff you get on race tracks once in a while some pc will run into race tracks and race-track drivers–the Roman-circus-type entertainment, don’t you see? All that kind of stuff–that’s all out of this zone and area. We’re still with that planetary system.
So, they specialize in the fellow who will conform. Now, he ordinarily is “woiker” [worker] who is content to draw wages and not do another single blessed thing–you know, never really get up, improve his lot, you see, and keep on plugging along somehow, or even slump into indigence. He’s still the choice of personnel.
So this leaves the brilliant artist, the brilliant engines the manager, the genius, the criminal, the pervert, non persona grata.
And they sentence these people–the upper class (that is to say, the brighter gent) because they can’t control him and they’re afraid of him, and the lower class because it’s too vicious even for them–and they condemn the people to perpetual amnesia. “Dead forever3,” they call it–the problem of killing a thetan–and wrap them up in mothballs and ship them down here and here we are. And that is the population of this planet. All right.
Here’s a population, then, of minimal workers/maximal managers, artists, geniuses, criminals and perverts. What you going to make out of this lot, huh?
Hubbard, L. R. (1963, 6 August). Auditing Comm Cycles. Saint Hill Special Briefing Course, (SHSBC-320). Lecture conducted from East Grinstead, Sussex.