Blog: Musings from the Back Porch of Eternity: Scientology, Gods, and Emily Post - 2018-11-20
Everything's Cool, Just Hang in There If some god whisked me away from Earth, granted me eternal life and ridiculous powers, I would still come back and visit my friends. Or I'd at least drop 'em a note. Tell 'em I was okay. "Good roads, good weather," right?
If you believe in L. Ron Hubbard's blueprint of the universe, that he dropped his worn out body so he could tend to Target Two and clear more planets, and if you believe he was cause over matter, energy, space, and time—or at least pretty powerful—then wouldn't you think he would take a few minutes from his busy schedule to let us peons here on Earth know that everything was going to plan and he had everything under control? Like "one hundred forty-five planets cleared; only sixty-eight to go!"