The only one who can settle the governments down is the Perfect Master, the incarnation of God Himself, who comes to Earth to save mankind. 

Where are those premies when you need them?  I'd love to see them wriggle out of this one.

But here's another bit of fruitcake cosmology.  Don't know what to make of it, really.  On the one hand, it seems kind of like a joke.  But please take a moment, think about it and tell me where was a premie to draw the line?  What part -- if anything's -- meant to be fantastic, hyperbolic or figurative and what part literal.  Beats me:

In the same way, we can go lower and lower and lower and lower and lower and lower consciousness and get these freaky feelings.  But get out of them, and those things aren't there at all.  Because the world is made up of two things, good and bad.  You know what I mean by bad: spirits, devils, Draculas, Frankensteins, werewolves, and so on.  But beyond that is goodness, and once we come into goodness, what can a Dracula do?  He wouldn't come there at all, just like it's impossible for a Dracula to walk at daytime.