Volume 10, Issue 1, page 3

APRIL, 1963
Vol.X -- No.1 ' 1113ÄItItÄÄ
Recusant Voice of 'The Infinites'
for Earth, Mars, Venus, Saturn,
Pluto, and Zydokumzruskehen
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POLICY: Don't take it so damn' seriously.'
The infiniteness of Man is not reduced
to a"split infinity" by wars, taxes,
or "experts" who seek to sell him what
he already has in an infinite amount.

Sub-Policy: We reserve the right to change
our minds from issue to issue, or
even from page to page, if we desire.

Sub-Sub-Policy: Each Man has the inherent
right to be his own and only "Authority" -- with his wife's permission.

Sub-Sub-Sub-Policy: We have no objection to
"educated guesses" about Man's destiny -- if there's no price tag to it ,
and if the guesser has no objection to
our guessing that he's only guessing.

Second class postage paid at Enid, Oklahoma.

ONLY 91 YEARS TO GO -- AND WE'LL BE A CENTURY OLD
Children look forward to
birthdays; their elders try to
forget them. Since we're now
nine years old, "and old for
our age", we're going to do
neither.

As we look back over the 90
issues that mark our "history",
however, there's more than a
bit of nostalgia in the magazine's aura. We've changed. We
have lost some of the facetiousness that characterized
the "baby ABERREE" (or maybe
it's a case of you can't be
funny forever).

We still have subscribers
who have been with us since the
$1.67-a-year days, yet some of
our loudest supporters in the
beginning have "graduated" to
where they don't need us any
more (We hope that's why they
dropped out). And the type of
material that fills our columns definitely has changed.
Some of this change was unintentional; we used the best
of what was available, and it
became a matter of the buggy
running away with the horse.

But in starting our 10th
year of publication, we'd like
to reprint an auditorial from
the anniversary number of six
years ago. It will explain to
our new readers how The ABERREE came into being.

For old-timers, you can stop
here, and turn to something
fresher to read -- unless you
want to humor your nostalgia.
But remember, one thing hasn't
changed -- and that's our policy .
We're not even taking our age
"too damn' seriously".

THIRD CANDLE FOR THE ABERREE
Three years old! How fast the
volumes
Gather on the shelf of time.
Untold reams of nice, white
paper
Smeared with hope, and help,
and crime.

Unbound files of printed pages
Streaked with dirt, and ink,
and grime.

Up until March of 1954, the
world of philosophy, ology, ism ,
ics, and anity was pretty safe.
It was a serious business. No
one knew better than everybody
how dangerous it was to live
without preparing to die. And
then, out of the ashes of false
hopes, high-pressure come-on,
and self-qualified Messiahs,
rose -- not another buzzard but
a phoenix to out-phoenix all
phoenixes: The ABERREE.

For our 983,271 readers not
fortunate enough to get the
first few issues, let us reminisce a bit.

We were in Phoenix, taking
the Third Clinical Course, the
latest super-duper teaching
offered a "select few" capable
of carrying on the higher echelons of Scientology. The Maestro (instructor, ISIBDTA, etc.)
had just announced to his applauding near-graduates that
Scientology was immunizing itself from prosecution and persecution -- that it was donning
the robes of a religion, and
henceforth would operate under
the protection of a Federal
Constitution that was set up
to guarantee freedom of worship. But, it was to be a wellguarded secret -- and the fact
would become known only when
an auditor, going about his
business of making the world
safe f o r more and better
bridges, was skidded into the
clink for robbing the American
Medical Association of its monopoly on keeping their patients
safe as a source for more pretentious homes and newer and
shinier Cadillacs.

Scientologists being persons who study how to get out
of their heads, some thetan
must have broadcast a few beans
during some unguarded moment,
and the secret leaked. We were
deluged with letters asking if
it were true that Scientology
was abandoning psychotherapy
for the cross. Having spent
most of our ready funds as
tuition and not being able to
afford a battery of secretaries
to answer the queries being
received, we discussed the pros
and cons of the subject for
several seconds. Were we to be
a party to this covert vengeance
against the medicos? Were we
to lie to our friends, and tell
them no such plan existed, so
that someone might garner a few
$50,000s in a surprise suit or
two for interfering with a man's
right to compete legitimately
with soul -savers? This may
sound fantastic, but it was on
such a basis that a great decision was made. We would publish a magazine! We would call
it (of all things) The ABERREE!
And we would "scoop" the world
on the gigantic metamorphosis
of the basilisk from its Dianetic cocoon.

When the urge to start creating
Knocked upon our trailer
doorn,
There was ot a whit of warning
Of what future was in store,
But the bug ke pt pounding,
pounding,
With a knock like mighty
Thor.

Since we wanted The ABERREE
to be different from the dozen
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