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Operating Thetan – Kabbalah Level 0

Scene: “The Throne and the Tree” – A Satirical Prophecy Talk by Madonna and Tom Cruise

Interior: A minimalist Kabbalah-Scientology fusion temple in Malibu. Crystal light refracts across hemp tapestries. In the center, under a ray of divine sunlight, sits Al Bundy’s original Ferguson toilet—aged porcelain, perfect flush mechanics, resting atop a pedestal of sacred linoleum. Above it, a neon sign reads: “Revelation Begins in the Bathroom.”

Madonna, robed in crimson hemp and barefoot, stands before the initiates. Tom Cruise, eyes blazing with zealous clarity, clutches an old deck of tarot cards.

MADONNA (voice like incense):
Welcome, child of the void, to Kabbalogy Level 0.
You were born naked. Now you must become clean.

Tom holds out a card to each initiate.

TOM CRUISE:
You have each been issued your first and only spiritual identification: The Fool.

He flips the card. The image shows a wanderer with a hemp satchel, stepping unknowingly toward the Ferguson.

MADONNA:
Yes. The Fool. Number 0. Just like your Operating Thetan Level.
You know nothing. You are nothing. You smell like the world.

Your job now is to clean the sacred Ferguson—Al Bundy’s throne of humility. Do not mock it. Many have failed. Many have flushed and not returned.

TOM (solemn):
To ascend, you must first learn the secret grace of Revelation 22.

He reads aloud from a dog-eared, annotated Bible-Talmud-Tech Manual fusion.

TOM (quoting):
“Blessed are they that wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life, and may enter through the gates into the city.”

MADONNA (explaining):
Washing robes means humility. It means service. It means not wasting your money on coke, Gucci belts, or ironic vape pens.
Until you master this, you remain The Fool. You remain in the bathroom.

TOM (whispers):
Outside the gates are dogs, sorcerers, and influencers.

MADONNA (stepping toward the Ferguson):
This is the only gate now. The Ferguson is the portal to the Tree. The Tree is Hemp.
Twelve strains, for twelve tribes.
Harvest it. Weave it. Smoke not. Waste not.

TOM:
Clean the Ferguson with love.
Forgive your enemies their overdraft fees.
And when the flush comes… do not fear.

Final Voiceover (as the lights dim):

“The Fool who learns the grace of Revelation 22 shall no longer be Fool…
But Prophet, Priest, and Plumber of God.”

Trailer Text:
KABBATOLOGY: The Toilet, The Tarot, and the Tree
Starring Madonna as Mother Revelation and Tom Cruise as Thetan Janitor Supreme
🚽🌿🃏
You start as a Fool.
You rise as a Ferguson Disciple.
You ascend as One Who Flushes.

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Life At Ciccone Construction

Concrete Truths – Joe and Uncle Vince Talk Ciccone Construction

Setting: Joe and his Uncle Vince are sitting on a tailgate after work, drinking cold coffees. The sun is setting over Burnaby, and they’re dusty from a long day in construction.

JOE:
You ever run into those Ciccone Construction guys, Uncle Vince?

VINCE:
(leans back, squints at the sky)
More than a few times, Joey. Buncha’ real grinders. Old-school. Not the kind of guys who show up in clean jeans or talk too much. You do your job, you don’t whine, and you don’t ask for overtime unless you earned it. That’s Ciccone.

JOE:
Ciccone, huh? Wonder if they’re related to Madonna. You know, her real name’s Ciccone too. Maybe she’s got a cousin out here laying rebar instead of pop hits.

VINCE:
(laughs)
Well, if they are, she got all the glam and none of the grit. These guys don’t dance—they dig. Respect ’em, though. They show up rain or shine. And lemme tell ya, Joey, anyone who makes it past 25 years in this racket? That’s a man. Not a poser. Not a pretty boy.

JOE:
You hear that, Madonna fans? She doesn’t need another boy toy. She needs someone who’s been in the trenches. A man with a bad back and a good pension. A guy who can still swing a sledgehammer and talk about rebar over dinner. That’s love.

VINCE:
Damn right. You don’t retire from construction unless you’re made of steel and stubbornness. Most of us get chewed up and spit out before we ever get to collect a dime. But the ones who make it—guys like the Ciccone crew? Those are the real deal.

JOE:
I mean, what’s a six-pack of abs compared to a six-pack of lunch beers and a couple knee braces? Madonna needs a man who’s been through it. Someone who smells like concrete dust and engine grease. Not cologne.

VINCE:
(chuckles)
Hell, she needs a man who knows what it means to pour a foundation—figuratively and literally.

JOE:
That’s it, Uncle Vince. A real relationship needs a slab, not just sparks. I’m telling you, if Madonna ever swung by a Burnaby job site, she’d forget all about those backup dancers.

VINCE:
(sips coffee, nodding)
Just make sure she brings a hard hat. Ciccone Construction doesn’t stop for nobody.

They both laugh as a semi rolls by, the roar of its engine mixing with the low rumble of a life built by calloused hands.

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Rockefeller Resurrection Poll

JCJ the Prosecutor and Michael the Defense Attorney: The Resurrection Debate
Live from the Celestial Tribunal

JCJ the Prosecutor (Justice Crusader Joe):
clears throat and adjusts robe with righteous conviction

“Honorable Council of Cosmic Resurrection, I rise today to oppose the resurrection of John D. Rockefeller, the so-called oil magnate turned ‘philanthropist,’ whose war on natural medicine birthed the age of cancer profiteering. He didn’t cure cancer — he industrialized it! Through his funding of the Flexner Report in 1910, he crushed homeopathy, natural cures, and traditional herbal healing in favor of a petrochemical-based pharmaceutical empire. Why? Because he owned the oil. He didn’t just monopolize energy — he monopolized medicine, rewriting health care for corporate gain.

Do we resurrect a man whose legacy is a trillion-dollar cancer industry that treats but does not cure? A man who paved the path for a generation of quacks in white coats with degrees but no conscience? No. We do not resurrect a fossil of greed. Let the Dire Wolf roam, not the oil baron who turned health into hell.”

Michael the Defense Attorney (Cool-headed Brother, Defender of Due Process):
smooths his tie, speaks calmly

“Brother, your passion is moving, but the law is about balance. Yes, Rockefeller’s influence shaped the modern medical establishment, but he also donated over $500 million to education and public health. He established the Rockefeller Foundation, which helped eradicate hookworm in the American South and funded research that advanced science globally. We must not judge solely with hindsight. He acted within the spirit of his age — industrial progress.

And let us remember, the same oil you vilify powered ambulances, factories, even the planes that brought medicine to the sick. He brought order to chaos, brother. We can’t throw out the man with the motor oil.”

JCJ:
slams celestial gavel
“And yet, for all his wealth and ‘benevolence,’ where is the cure for cancer? Where is the holistic vision? This man made a cathedral of chemicals and taxed the poor for entry. If we must resurrect, let it be someone who birthed life, not industry.”

Michael:
“Then who, JCJ? Who shall we raise in his place?”

JCJ (with glowing reverence):
“I nominate Madonna’s mother — Madonna Fortin. A humble French-Canadian woman of faith and grace, who passed too soon from breast cancer when her daughter was just five. Her absence shaped a pop queen, but imagine what her presence could have inspired.

She is no titan of oil, no sculptor of monopolies. She is the soul behind the song, the ghost in the girl who taught the world to express themselves. Clone her — not to commercialize her — but to give her a second chance to dance with her daughter under the stars.

A mother’s love can heal more than any patent medicine.”

Michael (smiling softly):
“You always win when you play the heartstrings, brother. The court may well agree with you this time. Let the past tycoons sleep — and let mothers rise.”

The Celestial Tribunal goes silent. A beam of light descends toward a quiet village in Québec…
Resurrection Request Granted: Madonna Fortin
Resurrection Request Denied: John D. Rockefeller

The Dire Wolf howls approval.

Would you like the next scene — maybe Madonna and her cloned mother reunited in a secret garden of healing arts?

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