The Sybokian Heresy

Mrs. Marvel : 

Once you learn to harness your emotions, the sky's the limit.

Nimbus III

In the Neutral Zone

"The Planet of Galactic Peace"

(out of a dust storm a horseman approaches an alien drilling for water. The horseman dismounts and addresses the alien)

SYBOK: I thought weapons were forbidden on this planet. ... Besides, I can't believe you'd kill me for a field of empty holes.

J'ONN: It's all I have.

SYBOK: Your pain runs deep.

J'ONN: What do you know of my pain?

SYBOK: Let us explore it ...together. ...Each man hides a secret pain. It must be exposed and reckoned with. It must be dragged from the darkness and forced into the light. Share your pain. ...Share your pain with me and gain strength from it.

J'ONN: Where did you get this power?

SYBOK: The power was within you.

J'ONN: It is as if a weight has been lifted from my heart. How can I repay you for this miracle?

SYBOK: Join my quest.

J'ONN: What is it you seek?

SYBOK: What you seek. What all men have sought since time began, ...the ultimate knowledge. To find it, we'll need a starship.

J'ONN: A starship? There are no starships on Nimbus Three.

SYBOK: Perhaps I have a way to bring one here.

J'ONN: But how?

SYBOK: Have faith my friend. There are more of us than you know.

J'ONN: You're a Vulcan

Mind if we drop in for dinner?

[Nimbus III desert]

Paradise City

Nimbus III

[Paradise City saloon backroom]

CAITHLIN: Gentlemen, I'm Caithlin Dar.

TALBOT: Ah, yes. Our new Romulan representative. Welcome to Paradise City, my dear, capital of the so-called 'Planet of Galactic Peace.' I'm St. John Talbot, the Federation representative here on Nimbus Three and my charming companion, here, is the Klingon consul Korrd.

KORRD: Ugghhhh!

CAITHLIN: I expect that's Klingon for hello.

TALBOT (OC): Won't you come in, my dear?

(Sybok and his followers approach Paradise City)

CAITHLIN: Twenty years ago, our three governments agreed to develop this planet together. A new age was born.

TALBOT: Our new age died a quick death. And the settlers we conned into coming here, they were the dregs of the galaxy. They immediately took to fighting amongst themselves. We forbad them weapons, but they soon began to fashion their own.

CAITHLIN: Right! Then it appears I've arrived just in time.

(a klaxon sounds and the three of them rush outside as Sybok and his followers storm the city)

[Paradise City saloon backroom]

J'ONN: Get away from that transmitter!

SYBOK: Romulan. ...Terran. ...Klingon. Consider yourselves my prisoners.

TALBOT: Prisoners? We're already prisoners here on this worthless lump of rock. What possible value could we be to you?

SYBOK: Nimbus Three may be a worthless lump of rock, but it does have one unique treasure. It's the only place in the entire galaxy that has the three of you.

CAITHLIN: I don't know who you are or what you want but I can tell you this. Our governments will stop at nothing to ensure our safety.

SYBOK: 

That's exactly what I'm counting on.

McCOY: Ah, this must be the hostage tape.

CAITHLIN (on viewscreen): A short time ago we surrendered ourselves to the forces of the Galactic Army of Light. At this moment, we are in their protective custody. Their leader assures us that we will be treated humanely as long as we co-operate with his demands. I believe his sincerity. He requests that you send a Federation starship to parlay for our release at once. Be assured we are in good health and would appreciate your immediate response.

SYBOK (on viewscreen): I deeply regret this desperate act but these are desperate times. I have no desire to harm these innocents but do not put me to the test. I implore you... I implore you to respond, ...immediately.

KIRK: What is it? You look like you've just seen a ghost.

SPOCK: Perhaps I have, Captain.

[Enterprise-A forward observation room]

KIRK: Spock, what is it? Do you know this Vulcan?

SPOCK: I cannot be sure.

KIRK: But he does seem familiar.

SPOCK: 

He reminds me of someone 

I knew in my youth.

McCOY: 

Why, Spock, I didn't 

know you had one.

SPOCK: 

I do not often think of the past.

KIRK: 

Who is it he reminds you of?

SPOCK: 

There was a young student, ...exceptionally gifted, 

...possessing ...great intelligence. It was assumed 

that one day he would take his place amongst 

the great scholars of Vulcan. 

But he was a revolutionary.

KIRK: 

What do you mean?

SPOCK: 

The knowledge and experience he sought 

were forbidden by Vulcan belief.

KIRK: 

Forbidden?

SPOCK: 

He rejected his logical upbringing. 

He embraced the animal passions 

of our ancestors.

KIRK: 

Why?

SPOCK: 

He believed that the 

key to self-knowledge 

was emotion, ...not logic.

McCOY: 

Imagine that. 

A passionate Vulcan.

SPOCK: 

When he encouraged 

others to follow him, 

he was banished 

from Vulcan, 

never to return.

KIRK: Fascinating.

Purpose : For No Law Can Unman a Man or Uncall a Calling

YOUR PURPOSE CANNOT BE BOUGHT OR SOLD.

We, who are Conscious, must better understand Our Task; Ours is not to teach The People to be Conscious,  but merely to make them conscious of their Unconscious behaviour.

We must understand the difference between Mobilisation and Organisation, because The Enemy will use Mobilisation to DeMobilise US.

If we at not careful, we risk allowing Mobilisation to be EVENTS. Revolutionary Struggle is never an event.

One of the characteristics of Mobilisation is that it is temporary - Organisation is PERMANENT and ETERNAL.

As Revolutionaries, our goal is to obtain POWER.

We don't want Money,

We don't want Fame,

We don't want Women, Sex or Recognition,

Or the respect of our peers or enemies,

WE WANT POWER.

And The Revolutionary Struggle, the inner Struggle for Power [of any form or kind] is a FULL TIME VOCATION.

Some are Called, Some are Saved, Most are DOOMED.

That's why I must answer My Calling.

Because if not I, Then Who...?

See, I'm not a woman, and I don't work here.

The women who do are afraid for their jobs. 

They are afraid for their jobs.

What am I afraid of...?

Some are Called, A Few Get Saved - Most are DOOMED

I got Called - and so I answered.

YOU LET THIS LITTLE THING TELL YOU WHAT TO DO

There are 3 sacred things by which the conscience binds itself to truth,—

• The Name of God
• The Rod of Him Who Offers Up Prayers to God
• The Joined Right Hand.

[Thompson, posing as a reporter for The Washington Post, is alone in an airport restroom when the "Candidate" (Richard Nixon) enters and starts using the urinal.]

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson: Hi sir, it's Harris from the Post. Can I get you anything sir?

Candidate: How's the family Harris?

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson: Oh the family, well that's bad news. The screwheads finally came and took my daughter away. Let me ask you a question sir, what is this country doing for The Doomed? 

There are two kinds of people in this country, The Doomed and The Screwheads. Savage tribal thugs who live off their illegal incomes, burrowed deep out there; no respect for human dignity. They don't know what you and I understand, you know what I mean.

Candidate: You ever play football, Harris?

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson: Yes sir, thank you sir. I played in college, and they're gonna get your daughter too sir. I've heard their rallies, they like Julie but Tricia... and they really hate you sir. You know that one and a half of the State Senate of Utah are screwheads. You know I was never really frightened by the bopheads and the potheads with their silliness never really frightened me either, but these goddam screwheads, they terrify me. 

And the poor Doomed, the young, and the silly, the honest, the weak, the Italians ... they're doomed, they're lost, they're helpless, they're somebody else's meal, they're like pigs in the wilderness.

Candidate: Come here Harris, come here. 

Fuck the Doomed!

"Are you employed, Mr. Lebowski..?"

There are 3 sacred things by which the conscience binds itself to truth,—

• The Name of God
• The Rod of Him Who Offers Up Prayers to God
• The Joined Right Hand.

There are 3 orders who are exempt from bearing arms,—

• The Bard
• The Judge,
• The Graduate in Law or Religion. 

These represent God and his peace, and 

no weapon must ever be found in their hand. 

There are 3 persons in a family exempted from all manual or menial work—

• The Little Child, 
• The Old Man or Woman, and
• The Family Instructor

There are 3 orders against whom no weapon can be bared—

• The Herald 
• The Bard 
• The Head of a Clan

There are 3 of private rank, against whom no weapon can be bared,—

• A Woman 
• A Child Under Fifteen, and
• An Unarmed Man

There are 3 Sons of Captives Who Free Themselves—

• A Bard 
• A Scholar 
• A Mechanic

"Learning was greatly respected. Privilege of support was given to rank, to bards or teachers, and to orphans . The free man must support a wife, also a fighting man if he does not fight himself, and a family tutor. The family teacher was exempt from all manual work, bearing arms, or cultivation, like infants and the aged. The privileged arts, that give complete liberty, are bardism, metallurgy, and learning or literature. Those who profess these have an extra five acres of land besides their five acres as free men."