"Promise that you won’t let me spend any money tonight,”
I tell my wife. We hit the 94 East, en route to El Cajon. “Even if they
guarantee me a spot in the spaceship, or increased enlightenment, or a
higher level of consciousness, or something.” “Deal.” We’re on our way
to the Unarius Academy of Science (145 S. Magnolia Ave.) to sit in on
one of its “Past Life Therapy” classes, which are held every Wednesday and Sunday. Read more Well, That Was Awkward.
Friday, February 3, 2017
An evening out with the El Cajon space cult
"Promise that you won’t let me spend any money tonight,”
I tell my wife. We hit the 94 East, en route to El Cajon. “Even if they
guarantee me a spot in the spaceship, or increased enlightenment, or a
higher level of consciousness, or something.” “Deal.” We’re on our way
to the Unarius Academy of Science (145 S. Magnolia Ave.) to sit in on
one of its “Past Life Therapy” classes, which are held every Wednesday and Sunday. Read more Well, That Was Awkward.
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