Presctripture - Church Of Ruvan

Good evening, friend!

I want to tell you about a new religion, founded by me, Pope missopan: The Ruvarian Church – which is all about this OWL, see - which I choose to call “Ruvan”. Who is basically a loving “ShorDurPerSav”(Short Duration Personal Saviour): A beautiful, gracious, colourful small owl, that is basically dancing—around, here & there. Who could potentially save you from the psychological distress, and hard torments of everyday-life in society, pressing you down.

And on the front-side of this pamphlet you have an impression of what she might look like, but this is just something made up – the name and the image of her, is just something made up by me – I had an artist named Fnord make this. The illustration and name is personal - everyone has his/hers very own relation to Ruvan, thus own image of her.

But Ruvan is basically a peaceful and loving, peculiar little deity – much like JR “Bob” Dobbs, of The Church Of The SubGenius, yet by another premise – the Ruvarian Church’s Dogma is to not have any Dogmas, at all, unless you've invented one for yourself - no foundations, no bindings. If “Bob” Dobbs had a Rolls Royce, “Ruvan would be the hood ornament, the beacon to free ZEN-LIFE. Beyond being cynical..

In Ruvan you may find a way to drift by the harsh reality of “The Conspiracy” – RUVAN is PEACE and JOY– Ruvan is good old slack, and all that good, tranquil Zen—just like “Bob” Dobbs…Ruvan is the playful, the childish, the boundless glee to live without ever needing to GROW UP TO AN ADULT - BECAUSE, Ruvan is an excuse to that.

For the Ruvarian followers there’s no need to hate, like the anal adults— the inconsiderate and angry, the “normals” being crushed under the foundation of The Conspiracy – Ruvarians are twisted up in a state of a mental-dance, a trance, a void in the con-reality, dancing away—above it all—in a void, far from it all,,just like in a nihilistic sense—yet not nihilistic, since Ruvan is the meaning of all as a deity - so you are freed from all poor, anal mentality, by her.

IN OTHER WORDS, Ruvan is the concrete epopt, that you can look upon-- such as looking into a blinding light, blind to the harsh reality of THEM; society, hate, the con…and instead look on the light side of everything – that is the meaning of her - RUVAN SPECIFIES THE LIGHT-AVATAR TO LOOK AT - she is LIGHT, COLOR, SLACK.

Thus we get meaning by The Blind, or gets our slack, our Zen, from getting mentally-blind, by seeing only Ruvan, and her spirit of ignorant splendour– like a joy. Looking at this owl-figure makes you feel something, like looking at “Bob”.

She is a blinding ray of dancing color, blinding us, a blind glee, a kind stupor—a mental-myopia, a joy-dance, to drift by everything by means of being excused from ever growing up—to take on responsibilities of The Con – for Ruvan is also a divine excuse, from everything – not just to live in the safety of one’s own delusion, but to not be anal—at all - just mind-blind and happy. To stop being serious, about anything, and just live mind-blind and joyous, in the small perception. Just like the yetisyn — the general yeti is also drawn to the wisdom of Ruvan, just like “Bob” Dobbs..

And I got this personal notion I call MENTAL MYOPIA – and Ruvan promotes this notion. To live in a shrunk down perception – in the intimate sound-zone of the short perception. To condense down one’s perception to the small essence-area, in the now. And let the mind stay relaxed in that essence-area, and not wonder far, but to stay.

Because– since Rovana (Ruvan when she were human…but more about that in the last chapter) was raped and killed in a brutal act, that means the world is in debt to US– the world owe it to reimburse US – and since it will never be undone, we are excused. So Ruvarians are free to be in ZEN – we are set free for easy living without responsibilities.

As I said, The Ruvarian doesn’t need to hate; it’s not as much THOUGHT in this church as in The Church of The SubGenius – Ruvan only UNLOADS the hate and anger, from the mind, to lose the whole yoke of The Con,,is her nature, hence function, she is solely love and bliss, just like “Bob”—but with her small mind and big heart she causing an implosion of all anger—to take the place of anger/hate and anal-mentality, to be TRULY an Übermensch/a Child- From Camel To Lion To Child – Ruvan DOESN’T THINK, she just dances... There’s too much thought in this world..

Ruvan provokes a sense to stray away from thought and just live with mental myopia, like as in being a Child for HER, no longer an Adult for THEM. Getting stoned by jazz-tobacco is a good remedy, and to drink champagne, to fight it.

Getting high on Champagne and jazz-tobacco and just live to the groove of Ruvan, and The Sun, and focus on one’s mental nearsightedness - let Ruvan guide the senses, to tranquility. To the sound of time being molded into oblivion, as you live beyond time, and control it till it goes away – and you quit working for the con, quit and wander-out from what idea the con has in store for you, to enter another plane-field of existence-- where you merely just live a life, free. - To; Kill The Father Fuck The Mother

Ruvan doesn’t even need to act, or take in consideration, at all, to give forgiveness, as with God – Ruvan, apart from GOD, doesn’t know what a sin is, she’s to slow, too naive – Ruvan is more than forgiveness, she is LOVE, BLISS, she is The Con Voided from all conceptions, a world to live and just have fun in, in praising her and laugh as just forgetting it all—everything, to mega-ignore, by being mega-ignorant, a harsh reality of The Con, just loaf around and have fun.. Ruvan is the bright colourful bliss in dancing as you get away - and you will find a way away from it all, friend, by her.

So, in a way, Ruvan also gives an excuse for one’s sins - but the Ruvan transmorphs the heart of the seeker, til he/she becomes like a child—all along his/hers hands turn more and more gentle, and the mind goes small by mental-myopia.

But just who is Ruvan, now, and who was Ruvan when she was human..? Well…

Ruvan was a flapper in the San Francisco area in the middle of the Jazz-Age – a kinda slow, but lovely, young woman, name Rovana – She was all into the Jazz and the dance scene of that time, and enjoyed drinking champagne and smoke the Jazz-tobacco – and she was very naive, some might say she was retarded, bur she held an immense charisma and a kindness and tenderness rarely found in a person, she was naive a bit stupid perhaps– but not a moron, not dumb, and with a heart of gold. She was loved by many and hated by none, because she was loving towards everyone, and kind.

But one night walking home through the outskirts of the city, giddy and warm after a party, she was attacked, raped and murdered – AND upon dying, she turned into a ghost -- freaking out her ghost started running through the woods, and then her spirit leaped into an already living OWL.. And that Owl became “Ruvan”.. The owl that now we draw upon..

Rovana really liked to dance, and particularity liked fireworks, boys, the moon - and she lived for the night—to party and have fun, she were carefree and free from all harder feelings - young, free and naive. And she also enjoyed to get high on moderate amounts of champagne and marijuana...but she was a bit slow/naive, you know, just a little bit, you know; slow – which only made her more naive and blind as an incredible glee and tender warmth, in a sense blind love, she would even hug Hitler. In Rovana lies the concept we try to emulate, the utter positive outlook so clinically deployed in our brain-stems, and then an utter excuse, which comes from living in spite to this world - because of her murder.. We Ruvarians just doesn’t care…we have lost the yoke of The Con, and live in an almost Satanistic sense.

But WE, The Ruvarians, live for a more true calling, than The Con—still.. We choose to throw away the sense of Duty Now For The Future, and live in the now—for the sake of our worship to Ruvan - in Ruvan lies our true salvation. We still do our best, to survive, merely to spread our love around - and we chose to be free, like some American Indian..