Hello and welcome to Poetry & Candles, the all new “Arts and Culture Space” here at Milestone Two.

My name is Ren and I am going to be your weekly Host.  That means I will be starting the post each week with art and music and all manner of creative surprises. Then it’s your turn to post your comments and anything creative, music, paintings, your crafts, videos, you name it.  

The motto of this space is INVITE – INSPIRE – ENTERTAIN. So please do. 

The purpose of Poetry & Candles is to usher in a whole new time – an all new, fresh, affinity rich cycle in the history of artists and creative souls, who have traveled in and around the Scientology world. It’s about YOU, your creativity, your desire to share and help and touch others with the love and the caring that inspires you to CREATE.  This is that safe space, a warm fireside where you will not be judged by your political or religious affiliations, but only by the sign over our door, stating WELCOME.

All forms of creativity are welcome. You won’t find any elitist view of art, artists or creativity here.  Any time you want to invite, inspire, entertain then you are among friends in this space. 

For that reason Poetry & Candle’s rules are few and entirely kind.  Art critics, political experts, religious experts, proud owners of dirty laundry and personal conflicts, suicide bombers, OSA Staff and ugly people with a festering hatred for little children and puppy dogs LEAVE IT ALL AT THE DOOR.  Then you are welcome to join in on the simple joys of throwing seriousness to the wind and playing make-believe with grown ups and art lovers.

Each week (hopefully on time for the weekend) I will begin the post with a “Theme of the Week.”  The theme is intended to spark ideas, comments, creativity and general communications, wherever they take us.  It could be “Affinity” or it could be “The sexual practices of the African monkey.”  One never knows what kind of colorful, melodic, literary or motion-filled chaos might come next.  But there is one thing you can be certain of:  I will never tell you what next weeks theme will be, or let the guarded, CONFIDENTIAL secret slip out prematurely.  (That’s called a “Mystery sandwich”  as you may know) And I confess.  It is 100%, unashamedly intentional. So please do check back each weekend and say Hi, when you can. 

I will also kick things off each week with a piece of art of some kind. And since I have been a working artist since I was 14 years old, working professionally as such since I was barely 16, I have plenty to share.  It might be a poem or some music, a painting or a story i created. It might even be a rant or raving on the news of the week.  

One never knows with art.  But from there the Comments Section will remain open all week for your comments, discussions, your CREATIONS of any kind.  Music, poems, pictures of your crafts, videos and more –  it’s all about art, culture and free flowing communications, wherever that happens to lead us week to week. 

Invite, Inspire, Entertain, let’s SPLURGE ON IT. 

Now in this first-ever post of Poetry & Candles, I want to say THANK YOU to Lana and Jim. Without their vision and awareness of the fact that Art & Culture make a community a more beautiful, more valuable community, I would not be here. That said, it is now a vision mutually shared, that Poetry & Candles might serve as a humble, yet safe landing space for artists and creative individuals the world over.

I am – we are well aware that many vibrant, creative Beings, who so wanted to serve in the making of a better, more loving civilization, may be in need of just such a safe space.  If you know any of them tell them to drop by.    

Some are busy, working happily on their creative objectives still. Some have suffered tremendous blows to their confidence and dreams of greater economic, physical and/or spiritual freedom.  So they wait and wonder and question who they can trust, who they might find capable of understanding their innermost creative desires.  For it is Earth after all. 

They are not all Rock-stars, or famous faces painted on billboards and TV screens the world over. They are mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, good and decent Beings who can communicate in ways that make us marvel.  Some do it with herbs and spices, others with a drafting pencil, others with an eMeter and pen, some with Rock N Roll drum sticks, some with paint and easel.  Their creativity inspires, their caring shines a brighter light on humanity and in the end we all seek the joys they bring into the world. Thus, they are valuable Beings, worthy of every measure of kindness and understanding any community might offer.    

That’s what Poetry & Candles is here to celebrate. CREATIVITY!  Your creativity and all the joy it brings you. So let the drumsticks roar and every color of the rainbow splash down on us. We have nowhere else to go in this universe, but into the heart of creation itself.

And perhaps, in some way, big or small, it will be YOU or me or us who greets that creative soul once again to say, “THE PURPOSE IS NOT FAILED. We are here; we hear you; we admire your beauty; we thank you for all of the joy you care to bring us, regardless of form.” 

I look forward to each new individual’s arrival.

But for today there is just you and me, reader/viewer and Host.  And what would Poetry & Candles be, if not for some poetry and a candle or two.  So until next week I’ll provide the poem, one I wrote recently, entitled, “Soul Searching.” You mock-up a few candles and a match and Poetry & Candles Volume 1 will be OFFICIALLY launched.


Soul Searching (poem).600

Until next week,


38 thoughts on “Poetry & Candles (Vol. 1)

  1. Oh, yay, an arts forum! I am so on board with this! So, each week, we respond to a theme? Did I get that right? Or are you creating a theme from our “sendings”? Mary B

    Sent from my iPhone


  2. Ren,

    Welcome 🙂

    I remember back in the old days they used to have Poetry and Candlelight at the CC run by Sue Solomon’s husband George.

    Anyway thanx for bringing some culture to this blog 🙂

      • Yvonne was pretty much a legend when I first got into Scientology (this LT). The small Forming Org I started at played her recitation of What is Greatness and the CC Choir’s rendition of the Factors and I went ext 🙂

    • I remember Poetry by Candlelight in NY, early ’70s. While it’s entirely possible Sue only married poet’s named Solomon, the one I knew was named Russell. (my attempt at creative humor).

      • Russell,

        That’s right. I guess I had him confused with New York George another New Yorker.

        (New York George’s was like the in place to hang near the Complex.)

        Sue was the Tech C/S when I was auditing at AO back in the day.

        Another crazy New Yorker was Harold who was my C/S while on the BC.

        All good people who used to whine about the fact that you couldn’t get a good Pizza in LA 😉

        A chronic New York complaint when they’d hit the Left Coast 😉

        • Yes, I knew them all. Quite a crowd. I shared an apt with George back in the day in NY. Just to keep this on thread – NY Pizza is an aesthetic experience. After I was away for a decade I picked up a slice and bit into it while walking down the street and literally stopped in my tracks as a complete shift in my havingness occurred. Now today, it is no longer just Italian families operating Pizzerias – so you have to know where to get it or you get a cheap knockoff.

          • I know what ya mean. It’s like trying to find good Mexican food outside of LA (unless you’re in Mexico.)that doesn’t taste like a bad imitation of Taco Hell 🙂

  3. A very apt poem!!

    “I was searching for someone
    Hiding in eternity
    Only to discover, here and now
    That someone is me”

    Lovely, thanks Ren!

  4. All I know is, since you’ve been gone, I feel like I’m drowning, in a river of tears.

    Still, I catch myself thinking, one day I’ll find my way back here…and you’ll save me from drowning, drowning in a river of tears.

    (The cathartic blues with Eric Clapton).

  5. This is a children’s story book piece I wrote for my young’uns a few years back, to remind them of who they are, and that they create their own world. I will illustrate the story one day, with big bold cartoon figures a little like Calvin from ‘Calvin and Hobbs’, and Grandma with a big warm smile.


    Donnie had blonde messy hair
    And very small hands
    And very small feet
    And small twinkly eyes,
    but he felt he was big — and he was.

    Donnie loved bright coloured paint
    And silly loud noises
    And drippy sticky ice-cream
    And jumping in puddles
    Life was exciting – and it was!

    Donnie’s uncle was grouchy and mean
    He said Donnie is always too cheerful
    And life is hard and serious
    And all is black
    And of course, it was.

    So Donnie became very small and sad.
    His toys were no longer alive
    And the colour had gone
    And there were no loud noises or laughter
    And so it was.

    Then one day Grandma came to stay.

    She was worried about Donnie and sat him on her knee
    And he told her what his uncle said
    About how he was too cheerful.
    And that all is black
    As that’s the way it was.

    Grandma smiled and then chuckled and then laughed and laughed.

    She said that a person will see what he wants to see.
    And that Donnie is as big as he thinks he is.
    And if you want colour – there is colour.
    And if you want life – there is life.
    She said Uncle thought he should be old, dark and nasty.
    And so he was.

    Donnie cheered up and looked outside again.
    He saw that some things were red, orange, pink and yellow
    And some things were blue
    And some things were green
    And so it was.

    Donnie looked at himself in the mirror and he had blonde messy hair
    And very small hands
    And very small feet
    And small twinkly eyes,
    but he felt he was big — and he was.

    He pulled out all his toy friends
    And his big red fire engine truck rang its bell again
    And his cars raced
    And his building set rose
    And his teddy bear got busy
    As Donnie knew his teddy was as alive as he was

    And of course, it was.

    • That’s great Lana!

      I was rustling around to see if I had a copy of the Art Series on my HD.

      No such luck though I’ve got two on Hard Copy.

      Anyway I thought I’d post what Ron had to say on the subject.

      To wit.

      Art Series 1

      HUBBARD COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE Saint Hill Manor, East Grinstead, Sussex
      Art Series 1


      For some fifteen years I have been studying, amongst other branches of philosophy, the subject of ART.

      The reason for this is: Art is the least codified of human endeavors and the most misunderstood. What is Art? is one of the least answered of human questions.

      Art abounds with authorities. It was chosen because “that field containing the most authorities contains the least codified knowledge.” The obvious invitation is to answer the question and codify the subject. This has now been done.

      The subject was originally brought up in a conversation with Donald H. Rogers at 42 Aberdeen Road, Elizabeth, New Jersey, in 1950.
      As this zone of human activity seemed to stand outside the field of Dianetics and Scientology, I thereafter worked with it on a casual basis.

      Having published 1 5 ,000,000 words between 1929 and 1941, I was not unacquainted with the arts. Since 1950 I have worked with other arts than that of literature in order to make an advance on the general subject of ART.

      I have made a breakthrough at last in this matter. And I find it is applicable to what we are doing and therefore also has practical value.

      To make it a matter of record rather than a filed sheaf of notes, I am publishing these findings as an HCO B. I also feel they will be of some assistance in forwarding Scientology.

      As in the case of all “pure research” (by which is meant study without thought of possible application) there is a sudden pay-off in these answers including the better dissemination of Scientology and the rehabilitation of the artist.

      My incidental studies in the fields of photography and music materially assisted these discoveries.

      Approaching the state of Clear has also assisted in comprehending this rather vast subject of ART. It is adventurous to state one has solved such a sweeping subject but here at least are the fundamentals and basics.

      The following are rough notes but are in fact the basis of that branch of activity we call ART.

      ART is a word which summarizes THE QUALITY OF COMMUNICATION.

      It therefore follows the laws of communication.

      Too much originality throws the audience into unfamiliarity and therefore disagreement, as communication contains duplication and “originality” is the foe of duplication .

      TECHNIQUE should not rise above the level of workability for the purpose of communication. PERFECTION cannot be attained at the expense of communication.

      Seeking perfection is a wrong target in art. One should primarily seek communication with it and then perfect it as far as reasonable. One attempts communication within the framework of applicable skill. If perfection greater than that which can be attained for communication is sought, one will not communicate.

      Example: A camera that shoots perfectly but is not mobile enough to get pictures. One must settle for the highest level of technical perfection obtainable below the ability to obtain the picture.

      The order of importance in art is:
      1. The resultant communication,
      2. The technical rendition.
      2 is always subordinate to 1. 2 may be as high as possible but never so high as to injure 1.

      The communication is the primary target. The technical quality of it is the secondary consideration. A person pushes 2 as high as possible within the reality of 1.

      A being can take a lot of trouble with 2 to achieve I but there is a point where attempting 2 prevents 1.

      If the ardures of 2 prevent 1, then modify 2, don’t modify 1.

      Perfection is defined as the quality obtainable which still permits the delivery of the communication.

      Too much time on 2 of course prevents 1.

      It is usually necessary to lower a standard from absolute perfection to achieve communication. The test of the artist is how little it is lowered not how high it is pushed.

      A professional in the arts is one who obtains communication with the art form at the minimum sacrifice of technical quality. There is always some sacrifice of quality to communicate at all.

      The reduction of mass or time or impedimenta or facilities toward the ability to render a result is the exact measurement of how much technical perfection can be attempted. The rule is if one is being too perfectionistic to actually achieve a communication, reduce the mass, time, impedimenta or facilities sufficiently low to accomplish the communication but maintain the technique and perfection as high as is reconcilable with the result to be achieved and within one’s power to act.

      No communication is no art. To not do the communication for lack of technical perfection is the primary error. It is also an error not to push up the technical aspects of the result as high as possible.
      One measures the degree of perfection to be achieved by the degree of communication that will be accomplished.

      This is seen even in a workman and tools. The workman who cannot accomplish anything but must have tools is an artistic failure.
      “Art for art’s sake” is a complete paradox as a remark. “Art for the sake of communication” and “Attempted perfection without communicating” are the plus and minus of it all.

      One can of course communicate to oneself, if one wishes to be both cause and effect.

      One studies art only if one wishes to communicate and the search for artistic perfection is the result of past failures to communicate.
      Self-improvement is based entirely on earlier lack of communicating.

      Living itself can be an art.

      The search for freedom is either the retreat from past failures to communicate or the effort to attain new communication. To that degree then the search for freedom is a sick or well impulse.

      Searching for and discovering one’s past failures to communicate an art form or idea about it will therefore inevitably rehabilitate the artist.

      However, due to the nature of the Reactive Mind, full rehabilitation is achieved only through releasing and clearing.

      How much art is enough art? The amount necessary to produce an approximation of the desired effect on its receiver or beholder, within the reality of the possibility of doing so.

      A concept of the beholder and some understanding of his or her acceptance level is necessary to the formulation of a successful art form or presentation. This includes an approximation of what is familiar to him and is associated with the desired effect.

      All Art depends for its success upon the former experience and associations of the beholder. There is no pure general form since it must assume a sweeping generality of former experiences in the beholder.

      Artists all, to a greater or lesser degree, need comprehension of the minds and viewpoints of others in order to have their work accepted; since the acceptability of a communication depends upon the mental composition of the receiver. Scientology then is a must for any artist if he would succeed without heartbreak.

      In any art form or activity one must conceive of the beholder (if only himself). To fail to do so is to invite disappointment and eventual dissatisfaction with one’s own creations.

      An artist who disagrees thoroughly with the “taste” of his potential audience cannot of course communicate with that audience easily. His disagreement is actually not based on the audience but on former inabilities to communicate with such audiences or rejections by a vaguely similar audience.

      The lack of desire to communicate with an art form may stem from an entirely different inability than the one supposed to exist.
      Professionals often get into such disputes on how to present the art form that the entirety becomes a technology, not an art, and, lacking progress and newness of acceptance, dies. This is probably the genus of all decline or vanishment of art forms. The idea of contemporary communication is lost. All old forms become beset by technical musts and must nots and so cease to communicate. The art is the form that communicates not the technology of how, the last contributing to the ease of creating the effect and preservation of the steps used in doing it. A form’s reach, blunted, becomes involved with the perfection alone, and ceases to be an art form in its proper definition.

      A communication can be blunted by suppressing its art form: Example, bad tape reproduction, scratched film, releasing bits not authorized. This then is the primary suppression.

      On the other hand, failing continuously to permit a non-destructive communication on the grounds of its lack of art is also suppressive.
      Between these two extremes there is communication and the task is to attain the highest art form possible that can be maintained in the act of communicating. To do otherwise is inartistic and objectionable.
      These, therefore, are the fundamentals of ART.
      Copyright © 1965
      by L. Ron Hubbard

  6. You should publish Lana. What makes this unique is that it is communicating a Truth, rather than a Moral Lesson. I haven’t read a lot of children’s books lately but it’s a far cry from those of the 1950s.

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