On Sun, 03 Oct 1999 21:32:22 GMT "Melanie Brookes"
<email@example.com> wrote in
> He wrote a silly book called Excalibur based on
his nitrous oxide "insight" called "Excaliber" and
unsuccesfully peddled it to numerous publishers, all rejected it.
From Russell Miller in http://xenu.phys.uit.no/bfm/bfm08.htm
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The gate opened and just beyond he could see a
kind of intellectual smorgasbord on which was outlined everything
that had ever puzzled the mind of man. All the questions that had
concerned philosophers through the ages.
'Basically what he told me was that after he died he
rose in spirit
form and looked back on the body he had formerly inhabited. Over
yonder he saw a fantastic great gate, elaborately carved like
something you'd see in Baghdad or ancient China. As he wafted towards
it, the gate opened and just beyond he could see a kind of
intellectual smorgasbord on which was outlined everything that had
ever puzzled the mind of man. All the questions that had concerned
philosophers through the ages - When did the world begin? Was there a
God? Whither goest we? - were there answered. All this information
came flooding into him and while he was absorbing it, there was a sort
of flustering in the air and he felt something like a long umbilical cord
pulling him back. He was saying "No, no, not yet!", but he was
pulled back anyway. After the gates had closed he realized he had
re-entered his body.
'He opened his eyes and found a nurse standing over him looking very
concerned. Just as a surgeon walked into the room, Ron said, "I was
dead, wasn't I?" The surgeon shot a venomous look at the nurse as if
to say, "What have you been telling this guy?" But Ron said
"No, no, I
know I was dead."
For the next 48 hours, at a
blinding rate, he wrote a work called Excalibur.
'The next part of the story I would find very
difficult to direct realistically if I was a movie director. According to
Ron, he jumped off the operating table, ran to his Quonset hut, got two
reams of paper and a gallon of scalding black coffee and for the next 48
hours, at a blinding rate, he wrote a work called Excalibur, or The Dark
He also said that as he shopped the manuscript
around, the people who read it either went insane or committed
'Well, he kept the manuscript with him and when he
left the Navy he shopped it around publishers in New York, but was
constantly turned down. He was told it was too radical, too much of a
quantum leap. If it had been a variation of Freud or Jung or Adler, a
bit of an improvement here and there, it would have been acceptable, but
it was just too far ahead of everything else. He also said that as he
shopped the manuscript around, the people who read it either went insane
or committed suicide. The last time he showed it to a publisher, he was
sitting in an office waiting for a reader to give his opinion. The
reader walked into the office, tossed the manuscript on the desk and
then threw himself out of the window.
'Ron would not tell me much
about Excalibur except that if you read it you would find all fear would
be totally drained from you. I could never see what was wrong with that
or why that would cause anyone to commit suicide.'
Later that morning he
telephoned Gordon Dewey and Peter Grainger, repeated the story Ron had
told him and asked them if they would take a look at the manuscript. His
sly hint of the potential risk only served to whet their appetites.
'They were mad keen to see it,' Ackerman said. 'I remember Dewey saying,
"No combination of words, ideas or philosophy will have that effect on
Ackerman reported the good
news to his client, but Hubbard, suddenly and uncharacteristically
bashful, refused to produce the manuscript. 'He said it was in a bank
vault and it was going to stay there. I think he was quite sincere. He
seemed like a man who had seen too many people go crazy or commit
suicide, who had enough on his conscience already. I never did get to
see the manuscript or show it to any publisher. In fact, I never
encountered anyone who said they had seen it.'
From Martin Gardner in
While he was dead, he had received a tremendous
inspiration, a great Message which he must impart to others ...
Dianetics, I was recently told by a friend of Hubbard's, is based
upon one chapter of Excalibur.
The amazing story behind Excalibur was revealed by Arthur J. Cox in
the July, 1952, issue of Science-Fiction Advertiser, a magazine
published by science-fantasy fans in Glendale, California. In 1948,
Hubbard told the California fans that during an operation performed on
him for injuries received while in the Navy, he was actually dead for
eight minutes. As Cox tells it, "Hubbard realized that while he was
dead, he had received a tremendous inspiration, a great Message which
he must impart to others. He sat at his typewriter for six days and
nights and nothing came out -- then, Excalibur emerged. Excalibur
contains the basic metaphysical secrets of the universe. He sent it
around to some publishers; they all hastily rejected it.... He locked
it away in a bank vault. But then, later, he informed us that he would
try publishing a 'diluted' version of it.... Dianetics, I was recently
told by a friend of Hubbard's, is based upon one chapter of
On Hubbard's advertising sheets, the blurb for Excalibur is worth
quoting. "Mr. Hubbard wrote this work in 1938. When four of the first
fifteen people who read it went insane, Mr. Hubbard withdrew it and
placed it in a vault where it remained until now. Copies to selected
readers only and then on signature. Released only on sworn statement
not to permit other readers to read it. Contains data not to be
released during Mr. Hubbard's stay on earth. The complete
fast formula of clearing. The secret not even Dianetics disclosed.
Facsimile of original, individually typed for manuscript buyer. Gold
bound and locked. Signed by author. Very limited. Per copy ...
From George Malko in
He implied that *Excalibur* was
something that had been put there to create interest.
Whatever the price tag, *Excalibur* has actually inspired fans to
and buy it. Jack Horner told me of being with Hubbard in Phoenix,
Arizona, in 1953, when Hubbard was living and lecturing there, "and
some guy came to the door trying to buy it. Well, Hubbard sent the guy
away - handled him - and then looked at me and Jim Pinkham, and
smiled." The moment seemed right, so Horner, who had begun to wonder
if *Excalibur* really exists, got up enough courage and asked Hubbard
point-blank. "I don't really recall word for word what he said,"
Horner went on, 'but he implied that *Excalibur* was something
that had been put there to create interest."
From Arthur J. Burks in
There is some question as to whether
such a manuscript, but I assure you there was.
I'M GOING to try to tell something of "Excalibur" - as
much as I
remember, without having the manuscript by me. If its author, L. Ron
Hubbard, told me the truth, I am the first person to read
"Excalibur". [...] There is some question as to whether there
such a manuscript, but I assure you there was, and probably still is,
somewhere. It was a source of considerable disappointment to Ron
Hubbard that he didn't get it published.
I think the time was about mid-1938 - maybe a little earlier, May or
June. I had known Ron off and on for six or seven years. [...] Ron
called me one day - the strange thing about this was that he called
during the day - and said, "I want to see you right away. I have
written THE book." I never saw anybody so worked up - and he was
disturbed over a lot of angles. Apparently, he started to write the
book, and had written it without sleeping, eating, or anything else -
and had himself literally worked to a frazzle.
He was so sure he had something "away out and beyond"
anything else that he had sent telegrams to several book publishers.
He was so sure he had something "away out and beyond"
that he had sent telegrams to several book publishers, telling them
that he had written "THE book" and that they were to meet him at
Station, and he would discuss it with them and go with whomever gave
him the best offer.
Going back to "The Book", I don't remember how long it was. It
probably was under 70,000, which is considered an average book. He
told me what he wanted to do with it - it was going to revolutionize
everything: the world, people's attitudes toward one another. He
thought it was somewhat more important, and would have a greater
impact upon people, than the Bible.
I am the one who suggested
"Excalibur", because Excalibur was King Arthur's sword.
This had a certain mystical meaning that suited Ron.
After I'd read the manuscript, we got to arguing over different
titles. I asked him what he wanted to accomplish. He wanted to make
changes. He wanted to reach inside people and really work them over,
and he had to have a title that would be attractive. I am the one who
suggested "Excalibur", because Excalibur was King Arthur's
had a certain mystical meaning that suited Ron, and so "The
As I remember "Excalibur", it started - in the introduction only
with a king who got all his wise men together and told them to prepare
and bring to him all the wisdom of the world contained in 500 books.
Then he really gave them an assignment. He said, "Now go away and
bring to me all the wisdom of the world in one word."
What was the one word? I don 't know how many times we argued, Ron
and I, to discover what this one word was. It may have been the
creative fiat, it might have just been the word "Be", it might
been the word "Survive". I don't think we ever settled it. But
book "Excalibur" from there on had to do
He started with the very first life -
the very first cells - how they struggled for survival - how they
tried to be and be "it" the whole time.
I'll try to remember some of it, chapter by chapter, and to explain
why it was so squirmy. For example, he started with the very first
life - the very first cells - how they struggled for survival - how
they tried to be and be "it" the whole time. Im order to do it,
gradually thru the ages they associated with other cells,
one with another, and they reached the place where they could divide
so they would become bigger. This is strictly science as far as it's
Away back then, we began to develop motives for things. Now, it is
seldom that what we tell somebody our motive is, is the real one - and
this is where you start to squirm.
Other things I remember is Ron's explanation as to why there is no
such thing as a crowd - that a group of people actually still
consisted of individuals - but a crowd could get out of hand and do
things other people wouldn't.
These two people were very wary of each other, like a couple of bantam
roosters running around waiting to get in a thrust, but they knew that
they needed each other, and each one felt that he needed the other
more and that he didn't wish to be taken advantage of, and so there
was always this pulling and hauling between two people that kept them
at razor's edge all the time.
Then he moved in with these two people
a third person and you still have all the difficulties, all the
problems, and all the squirminess - the questioning as to motive
Then he moved in with these two people a third person - could be of
the same sex - and you still have all the difficulties, all the
problems, and all the squirminess - the questioning as to motive and
everything, and wondering why, for example, three males would get
together, or three women. If you have a person of the other sex come
in on two who were together, you begin to see where the problems are.
Probably the part of the book that has stuck with me the most thru
this period of time was the story of the lynch mob going to the prison
to take out somebody to be lynched. He puts you with the person who is
waiting to be lynched. The warden comes and looks at the person and
says, "Well, they're coming for you, Bud. I don't know whether I'm
going to be able to stop them, but I'll tell you one thing, it's not
going to cost me my life to do it. If they come in and get you,
they'll get you." The warden just looked and sort of gloated over the
person who couldn't get away. He enjoyed the sadistic feeling of
seeing a person who was bound and hog-tied and couldn't get away. He
goes on with this to the place where you were both the warden and the
person in the cell, and you really get to feel pretty terrible for
everybody connected with it.
Then you take a look at the stiff-legged march of the lynch mob. This
is something I'll never forget. I don't remember a single word Ron
used, but he started back from there with showing how a lynch mob
started - somebody got up and said something, and somebody pulled
others together - and as soon as they were together, the person who
had started it might or might not lead, but the chances were that he
would vanish into the mob that he had started in order not to be
responsible. Each person knew that very dreadful things were going to
be done, but he scarcely would be responsible. He would be there but
he wouldn't actually do much taking part in it. Each one felt he was
going along for the ride, so to speak, but he walks just as
stiff-legged as the other fellow.
And when the mutter, or the growl, of
this crowd comes to you, it's something that just simply makes the
shivers move up your back from your heels to the top of your head.
Ron has them marching down the street at night, blazing torches to
show the way. And when the mutter, or the growl, of this crowd comes
to you, it's something that just simply makes the shivers move up your
back from your heels to the top of your head.
[The manuscript] was being passed, page by page, to
others. ... I watched until that manuscript was scattered all over East
41st Street in New York. The upshot of it was that they were afraid to
I was so impressed with the book I wanted to publish
it. I was interested in a small publishing company called Egmont Press.
I took it to my associates. I took it to my managing editor, who sat
down and started to glance thru it. When he realized he couldn't get any
place by thumbing thru it, he went back and read a little of it. I could
see a strange look come into his face as he read it. Then he passed it
on to a reader, and after awhile, there were several people involved in
it, and it was being passed, page by page, to others, and they were
having all kinds of results. It was a squirmy thing - and I watched it.
I watched, in fact, until that manuscript was scattered all over East
41st Street in New York.
The upshot of it was that they were afraid to
publish it. Ron was angry, and threatened: "You will publish this book
and I will have a half-interest in the company that publishes it or
we'll know the reason why." But it never came to that. Ron did something
that he's frequently done: he went sour on the idea and went back to
From R.V. Young in http://www.lermanet.com/vaughnhot.htm
Let's start in late 1981, when I happened to acquire the archives that
contained Hubbard's private papers. (These were the ones that Gerry
Armstrong started.) The truly essential material came down to perhaps
15 linear feet of paper. Over the months, with nothing else to do, I
had a chance to read private letters, papers and manuscripts
(including the three, yes, three, versions of the infamous Excalibur,
which has to be the most overblown piece of hype he EVER produced and,
no, it has NOTHING to do with OT3), which also gave me the full
uncensored view of this man.
From Paulette Cooper in
Perhaps some of these discrepancies have
appeared because of the nature of Hubbard's "research" discussed
in the last chapter. According to his second wife, who was married
to him at the time he was supposed to be doing his research, there
was no research done, no subjects run, the book was written in
three months off the top of his head, and the "case studies" were
the figment of his fertile imagination. Furthermore, as many
people have suspected, she said the 1938 supposedly stolen
manuscript Excalibur did not exist. She said it was one of those
books that Hubbard always said he might like to write one day.
From Russel Miller in
Unquestionably, Ron himself believed in
Excalibur, for in October 1938 he wrote a long and emotional
letter to Polly in which he expressed his hope that the manuscript
would merit him a place in history.
Unquestionably, Ron himself believed in Excalibur, for in October
he wrote a long and emotional letter to Polly in which he expressed
his hope that the manuscript would merit him a place in history.
Then he turned to the subject which was clearly in the forefront of
his mind: 'Sooner or later Excalibur will be published and I may have
a chance to get some name recognition out of it so as to pave the way
to articles and comments which are my ideas of writing heaven.
I have high hopes of smashing my name
into history so violently that it will take a legendary form even
if all books are destroyed.
'Living is a pretty grim joke, but a joke just the same. The entire
function of man is to survive. The outermost limit of endeavour is
creative work. Anything less is too close to simple survival until
death happens along. So I am engaged in striving to maintain
equilibrium sufficient to at least realize survival in a way to
astound the gods. I turned the thing up so it's up to me to survive in
a big way . . . Foolishly perhaps, but determined none the less, I
have high hopes of smashing my name into history so violently that it
will take a legendary form even if all books are destroyed. That goal
is the real goal as far as I am concerned
. . .
When I wrote it [Excalibur] I gave myself an
education which outranks that of anyone else. I don't know but it
might seem that it takes terrific brain work to get the thing
assembled and usable in the head
'When I wrote it [Excalibur] I gave myself an education which
that of anyone else. I don't know but it might seem that it takes
terrific brain work to get the thing assembled and usable in the head.
I do know that I could form a political platform, for instance, which
would encompass the support of the unemployed, the industrialist and
the clerk and day laborer all at one and the same time. And
enthusiastic support it would be. Things are due for a bust in the
next half dozen years. Wait and see.'
Ron was clearly worried that he would be hampered by his reputation as
a pulp writer: 'Writing action pulp doesn't have much agreement with
what I want to do because it retards my progress by demanding
incessant attention and, further, actually weakens my name. So you see
I've got to do something about it and at the same time strengthen the
old financial position.'
Towards the end of the letter he wrote
about strange forces he felt stirring within him which made him
feel aloof and invincible.
Towards the end of the letter he wrote about strange forces he felt
stirring within him which made him feel aloof and invincible and the
struggle he had faced trying to answer the question 'Who am I?' before
returning to the theme of immortality: 'God was feeling sardonic the
day He created the Universe. So it's rather up to at least one man
every few centuries to pop up and come just as close to making him
swallow his laughter as possible.'
Bernie -- http://welcome.to/ars