this is why Byron Katie and her ilk, try to kill your ability to think for yourself and make up your own mind, and trust your own intuition.
They want to be the one doing the thinking and planning.
Why does typing words into a computer help people?
But for example, in Cognitive Therapy, the most important thing that has been proven in many studies, is that WRITING out and Disputing and modifying one's own cognitions can really help many people.
So when a person is sitting at the computer, they read, and think, and then type out some new ideas. They are modifying their own beliefs.
There is no peer pressure from Byron Katie salespeople breathing down your neck.
You don't have Stephen Sashen, or Carol Skolnick shaping your perceptions.
You are making up your own mind, and thinking for yourself, and processing information in your own way. It really is a type of cognitive therapy, or a portion of it.
But WRITING about one's experiences, as well as reading and analyses are crucial. Reading and thinking is not enough.
But this is why folks like Carol Skolnick will NOT have an open online debate.
What they do is say..."come into my parlor", and they try to get you private, or on the phone. Hey, some of Byron Katie's people have even gotten blog owners on the PHONE to work their persuasion magic on them. They know what they are doing.
All cultish groups try to isolate you, and get you into their parlor.
I just thought of something...COME INTO MY PARLOR...Byron Katie says that over and over. What is that from?
Isn't it from a fairy tale about a spider and a fly?
COME INTO MY PARLOR, said the spider to the fly? Yes, there is a fairy tale about the spider and the fly. You are the fly, Byron Katie is the spider.
Does everyone see how fucking blatant and in your face Byron Katie is with this stuff? She laughs and says COME INTO MY PARLOR, over and over, and she knows that a part of you knows she is the spider and you are the fly, and she is going to suck the life right out of you, and eat you up.
She does it right in your face, as she knows she can get away with it.
Byron Katie is 100% conscious of everything she is doing to you, and she doesn't care, and she loves the power. Just like the spider loves luring the fly into its web, then killing it, drinking its juices, and discarding it.
"The Work" is the SPIDERS WEB, meant to lure you to place one foot into the web, then you are CAUGHT, and you might not get out.
The best image of Byron Katie is the one she gave herself...
Byron Katie is a SPIDER spinning a web, and you are the fly, to be sucked dry.
Black widow incarnate, spinning webs of deceit, and flattering words...(Love-Bombing, sweetheart, dear, etc)
That's it folks. It there in black and white.
The Spider and the Fly
by Mary Howitt
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly,
"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show you when you are there."
"Oh no, no," said the Fly, "to ask me is in vain;
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."
"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin;
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"
Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, "Dear friend, what can I do
To prove that warm affection I've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome - will you please take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"
"Sweet creature," said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise;
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf;
If you step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you're pleased to say;
And bidding good morning now, I'll call another day."
The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again;
So he wove a subtle web in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the Fly.
then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple, there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are as dull as lead."
Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, -
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head - poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den
Within his little parlor - but she ne'er came out again!
And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er heed;
Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 12/23/2008 06:45AM by The Anticult.