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Scientology Funeral Ceremony

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  1. pooks Member

    Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    Media may be interested in the Scientology Funeral Ceremony that will be held for Jett Travolta

    From: The Background Ministry Ceremonies & Sermons of the Scientology Religion
    Bridge Publications Copyright 1999


    Quote:

    Form of Funeral Service Conducting a Funeral Service in the Church The Minister sees that the ushers are selected among the family of the deceased or his friends, and selects the pall bearers in like fashion. No one is seated before the Processional begins The Minister may lead the Processional or be at the pulpit as the procession enters the room. The order of the procession is: pall bearers preceded or not by the Minister, followed by the immediate family and then other family and friends in order of degree of relationship and closeness of friendship. The ushers are in the procession and seat the people as the casket reaches the stand in front of the alter. The centre or right aisle is used by the procession on entering. After all are seated, the Minister then begins the ceremony. At the completion of the ceremony itself, the pall bearers approach the casket. The procession if formed, led by the Minister, in the same order as the entering procession and leaves the Church. The Minister may end his part of the ceremonies at this point or go to the cemetery, depending on local custom and whether or not the deceased is a member of an order which will handle services there.

    Conducting a Funeral in the Home The casket may be in place in the room or may be brought in processional as in a funeral conducted in the Church. The Minister sees that there are pall bearers or ushers in either case. The Minister may be already positioned at the casket or where the head of the casket will be or may enter in the procession, the order of which is the same as in a funeral conducted in the Church. The same degree of formality is necessary as for the Church funeral, and the same conventions of entering and leaving apply, with the exception that the casket may be already in place. However, the entire service may be much shorter. Here also the Minister may or may not go to the cemetary on the same basis as a funeral conducted in the Church. Founding Church of Scientology Funeral “Service by L. Ron Hubbard.

    Our loss
    Is gain in other times
    Our hopes on future bent
    Must then depend on incidents like these
    For bodies wear
    And in The fine grist mill of time
    Are spent in service such
    As yours
    And go, our time by smallest time
    Into the yesterday, wherein began
    The conquest of Eternity.

    What did we know
    When yesterday we wept?
    What grip upon us had our ignorance
    That we in our conceit did feel
    That all of us were mortal here
    And lives once led were spent
    And wasted on our selfish selves.

    How narrow is such scope
    To feel that we
    Should be eternally
    The goal of all the toil
    And wretchedness
    From birth to death
    And like a play
    The curtain dropped
    And left an empty stage.

    How dull of us to feel that we
    Were all the target of this strife
    And that we lived but once
    And living then did reconcile
    The whole in one brief life.

    Oh no, a wider drama here
    Was planned and staged
    And we with narrowness of mind
    Did over-look the plan.

    We said that all is
    Mortal flesh
    The spirit just a thing
    To send, for pence
    To some strange heaven
    There to waste its skill
    Or had we not the price
    To some deep other place
    To pain, and waste again
    The life.

    To what dark depths
    Were dropped our minds
    To feel that flesh
    Is capable of love or trust or livingness
    To feel that fingernails and masks
    Are all we need to dream.

    To what deep place
    Did our love go
    That mass could recompense?

    Anxieties that ruled our years
    Were nurtured here
    And we Made blind and dumb
    By other greed Spanned down out lives
    To One. What waste!
    To feel that all our love
    Our work,
    Our gifts,
    Our knowledge and our
    Sighs Were meant
    To be consumed
    All in one Breath and flash
    And by one name?

    Today, come wiser now
    The chains gone weak
    The tyranny of cult
    Gone tired with the years
    We look
    We find
    we live
    Not once
    But on and on
    From body’s birth to
    Body’s grave and then
    To birth again
    And year to grave again
    So to dispose possessions
    Oft come undone With livingness.

    From century to century
    From age to age and on
    We go in march along

    The path that leads
    Forever up the countless
    Tick of time.
    We crawl, we walk, we fly
    We win
    From here and evermore
    The heritage of all our lives
    and spend it once again.

    Why this is no sad and
    Bleakish look
    No sorrowed thing
    This life.
    This is an adventure pure
    Where without knife or
    Provender we leap
    Aloft into eternity
    And span forever in a breath.

    This is adventure where
    We step from tie to
    Body tie
    And go
    Our way.

    Our suffering is
    Self centred here
    For we have lost
    In truth
    The smile,
    The touch,
    The skill and happiness
    We gained From (deceased)
    Who gave to us from his/her past
    Ability to live
    And fare against
    The tides and storms of fate
    It’s true we’ve lost
    His/her shoulder
    Up against the wheel
    And lost as well his/her counsel
    And his/her strength
    But lost them
    Only for a while.

    He/She goes
    Not with the dismal roll drum
    but with a whisper
    like A Faery’s sigh
    To smooth the way
    For when we come.
    He’ll/She’ll be in some good
    Future time
    And future place
    His/her smile
    His/her touch
    His/her skill
    Invested there to make
    Away of life.

    True, true we may not
    Know him/her then and O
    nly know his/her work
    But still
    If we sent not ahead
    Our vedettes into time
    We would not have
    A race.

    And so, branched off from
    This Genetic Line
    And into some new
    Corner or new world
    We’ve sent you, (deceased)
    And there there’ll be
    We know it now,
    A smile,
    A touch,
    A happiness for us
    And you
    You could not find
    On earth
    And so it turns
    The day, the year,
    The age,
    And so we go
    With banners furled
    And quietly
    Upon our way,
    But now we know
    And now we’ll find
    The Way.

    Into the dark
    Has come the Light
    Into tomorrow
    Enters night
    Into heaven
    Go no more
    Into life
    our Spirits soar
    Conquering ever
    Wisdom’s store
    We do not tremble
    Faced with death
    We know that living
    Is not breath.

    Prevail!

    Go, (deceased)
    And take The life
    That offers now
    And live
    In good expectancy
    That we
    Will do our part
    Go, (deceased) Y
    ou can control T
    hat which you must.
    Our loss
    Is gain
    In wisdom and in skill
    To future dates and other smiles
    And so we send into the
    Chain of all enduring time
    Our heritage
    Our hope
    Our friend.

    Goodbye, (deceased)

    Your people thank you for having lived
    Earth is Better for your having lived
    Men, women and children are alive today
    Because you lived.

    We thank you for coming to us.

    We do not contest your
    Right to go away.
    Your debts are paid
    This chapter of thy life is shut
    Go now, dear (deceased)
    and live once more In happier time and place. T
    Thank you, (deceased”)

    And now here lift up
    Your eyes and say to
    Him/Her Goodbye.

    (Congregation): Goodbye.

    Goodbye our dear Goodbye.

    We’ll miss you, you know.

    Let the body now
    Draw away
    To be consumed to ashes
    And to dust
    In earthly and in cleanly fire
    To be no more, no more.

    And that is done,
    He/She is gone.
    We have our work

    To do.
    And he/she and his/hers.
    He/She will be welcome there.
    To Man!
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  2. SpasticGum Member

    Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    God, that sonnet thing is long.
    Do the Scilons have an actual Churchy-type place for these things or what? My eyes see words, but my mind can't read them D:
  3. Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    I love the line about debts paid, although the whole thing is exploitable as fuck.
  4. muldrake Member

    Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    My God. Moar proof LRH was a fucking Vogon.
  5. Vir Member

    Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    Good thing Travolta can afford the funeral.

    Who was it that told about how Scientology wouldn't conduct a funeral, and he had to go buy a priestly shirt and collar and conduct it himself?
  6. fotoanon Member

    Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    I do see a slight resemblance

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  7. Hombre Moderator Skandinaviska

    Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    PR
  8. Locnar Member

    Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    ITT: Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.

    "Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
    Thy micturations are to me
    As plurdled gabbleblotchits
    On a lurgid bee
    That mordiously hath bitled out
    Its earted jurtles
    Into a rancid festering
    Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
    Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
    And living glupules frart and slipulate
    Like jowling meated liverslime
    Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
    And hooptiously drangle me
    With crinkly bindlewurdles,
    Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
    See if I don't. "
  9. AnonLover Member

    Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    Amen!
  10. the_cloak Member

    Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    TL;DR
  11. iaxiloll Member

    Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony


    Meh !
  12. Re: Scientology Funeral Ceremony

    This is so typical of Hubbard, even in the "copy" for his funeral he's selling his product to you, using the sadness of the death to sear his mark into the flesh of the living. He's selling you on Brand Scientology -- always sell, sell, sell, even here in what should call for a moment of dignity.

    I saw how Hubbard did this in his "copy" for a Wedding service.

    Anything resembling compassion in this service is completely sullied and cheapened by the actuality of what this is: advertising copy weakly disguised as a funeral service.

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