I don't know what's going on, or why I've fallen so far down this hole. It all started when I came across a site called Operation Clambake, which is an expose on Scientology. I've become near-obssessed with what I am finding there. See, I live near a Mecca of Scientology centers, including the Celebrity castle which I pass every day. In a continuing effort to understand Hollywood and the environment I'm living in, I thought it would be a good idea to find out what the real story is on this group. Let me tell you, the more one reads, the more horrifying it is, and I'm driven to discover the different ways in which this "religion" has permeated the lives of my fellow actors and neighbors. I can just feel the aura of this CRAZY belief system hanging heavy around me and I want to understand what drives us as humans to latch on to these bizarre ways of finding our importance in the world.
It's so very nutty that David and I are getting ready to make some T-shirts that you might find to be quite amusing. More on that soon.
This research has led me down a slippery slope, and now I am reading about Mormonism as well. This is a whole other ball of wax, let me tell you. Not too far from Mormons are the Freemasons, whom I've met before. Once you're down that path, you're done for. But at the center of this is perhaps a personal investigation going on in me. Is it any more bizarre to believe that Xenu strapped Thetans to a Hawaiian volcano 75 million years ago than to believe that only one man on Earth, the Pope, has the ear of God? Twenty three-ish years of my life were bound in so much blind acceptance, and yet they never came close to the spiritual joy and amazement I feel just Living now.
I met Martin Sheen today. He introduced Robert Kennedy Jr. at a presentation about environmental practices in the workplace. He read a poem by Rabindranath Tagore:
Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake