"The way to find God is to believe you have found him; immortality is possible here and now.!"

Frank Bruce Robinson (1886–1948), a pharmacist of Moscow, Idaho, son of an English Baptist minister, Robinson studied in a Canadian Bible school.
Frank Bruce Robinson was born on July 5, 1886 in the small village of Buckinghamshire, England. He was the eldest of four boys. His mother was Hannah Rosella Coope, his father, the Reverend John Henry Robinson.
The Reverend was not a kind man. Frank could not figure out why his father had it out for him. Nothing he ever did was right in his father's eyes. He was beat for the smallest of infractions. And as Frank grew, his resentment mounted over the hypocrisy between his father's vocation and his drinking, carousing and meanness.
Frank had a special affinity with his mother. He felt that he had received his spirituality from her. Frank claimed that at the age of three he said to his mother, that he

"saw that the world was a shallow thing.
This world is not the real world.
There is another one."

His mother encouraged him and with her he felt secure .
In 1888 the family moved to Long Crednon, and later to Halifax where Frank's mother died in 1894, when she was 33 and Frank was eight. Her encouragement gave Frank his only security. And when she died, Frank's only anchor was gone.
After his father remarried Ellen Haigh in Huddersfield, the situation got worse, for his new step-mother was cruel too. Frank said he could be led and reasoned with, but he would not be driven. And so he rebelled - most of his life.
Finally, Frank came home one day and found his step-mother beating his younger brother Arthur and became so angry that he started beating her. His father forced him to join the Navy. He concocted a medical discharge by jumping overboard and faking illness.
He went home briefly, but was soon sent with his brother Sydney to Canada. Their father had given them a letter of introduction to a minister he barely knew. So with $2.50 each, the brothers finally got to Montreal where the minister, for whom the letter of introduction was for, turned them away. Another example to Frank of the clash between his ideals of the church and the reality. From there, Frank worked in many places, getting jobs driving teams and doing anything to survive. Once he had some stability, Frank started his search for God.
At a Baptist Bible School, his enrollment was paid for by Dr. Elmore Harris, the millionaire owner of Massey-Harris farm instruments(In 1891, Massey Manufacturing merged with the A. Harris, Son & Co. Ltd. to become Massey-Harris Company Limited and became the largest agricultural equipment maker in the British Empire. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Massey_Ferguson). Dr. Harris had heard Frank preach, and wanted that fire for his Baptists. Frank did brilliantly for awhile, but again he was driven to move on because of more of that hypocrisy.
Because of a frustration at not finding God, he started drinking and the 'never ending tale' of getting drunk and ending up somewhere, getting a job and then getting drunk and losing it. Frank played this tale in Regina, Moose Jaw, Vancouver, Victoria, B.C., Portland, Seattle, Ellensburg, Spokane, and San Francisco.
He tried the Royal Northwest Mounted Police[http://pvrguymale.blogspot.ca/2012/03/nwmprcmp.html]; joined The Salvation Army and the Navy again; logged; worked with dead horses; was a pharmacist. But like all other endeavors since bible school, he was let go or drummed out as a chronic alcoholic.
Finally, in San Francisco, while drunk, he ended up in the Army at Angel Island. Shipped to Manila where, as Frank explained it, he refused to have all his teeth pulled and was court-martialed for willful disobedience. After getting drummed out and ending up on Market Street, Frank says he gave up drinking, he had reached bottom. He discovered

"The way to find God is to believe you have found him!"

Next he went to Klamath Falls, Oregon where he worked as a pharmacist. With a bit more stability and resolve, Frank met and married Pearl. Pearl calmly supported 'Robbie' throughout their time together. They moved to Tucson, Arizona where their son Alfred was born, and later a daughter, Florence.
The family moved to Portland where Frank reported a vision where he saw the house he would live in and the trials and tribulations he would have to go through in the future. Though daunting, he finally knew what he had to do.
Part of Frank's new found purpose was to find a job at a pharmacy that closed at 5pm, so he could have the time to write and start his new religion/philosophy. He found one at the Corner Drug store in Moscow, Idaho in 1928 and moved the family there.
Though he knew his purpose and what he was meant to do, it wasn't until 1929 in North Hollywood, California on Laurel Avenue that Frank had his first contact with the God he was looking for. This happened when Frank finally decided to cut loose from all religious forms. He realized that the fear of hell-fire had hindered him from reaching his goal. He finally said, "Oh, God, if I have to go to hell, I'll go with the consciousness that I went there earnestly trying to find you, God." And instead of the guilt he expected to feel, he felt at peace. He realized that

"immortality is possible here and now."

Now all he had to do was go home and tell the world about it. So he started his own mail order religion.
Frank had a special affinity for Moscow. He mentioned it many times in his writing. He loved the area even though he had a hard time with many of the people. One mistake that hindsight points to was the fact that he didn't want local people to receive lessons or learn anything worthwhile about what he was doing. Consequently, what people didn't know, they made up. And the stories about Psychiana still survive to today.
Frank was open though and even with their own religion in their own home, Pearl and the children were still members of the Presbyterian church.
Frank was called a spectacular and aggressive man. With all of that energy, he also owned three drug stores, a newspaper and other real estate; travelled all over the country giving talks, and radio shows; writing newsletters, lessons, and 23 books. He spent a lot of time helping people, responding to their cables and sometimes driving to see them.
Deportation proceedings were initiated against him in a federal court in Idaho, his opponents claiming that he was a foreign national illegally residing in the United States. During the trial, Robinson contended that although he had been raised in England, he had been born in New York City while his father was visiting the U.S., and was therefore a U.S. citizen. Nonetheless he was ordered to leave the country. Robinson traveled to Cuba, where he stayed briefly while Idaho Senator William Borah intervened on his behalf and helped him to obtain a visa. Robinson was soon back in Idaho and became a naturalized citizen of the United States in 1942.
In 1940 Dr. Robinson suffered a serious heart attack, but recovered and continued his work with Psychiana. He suffered with coronary thrombosis for several years, and shortly after noon on October 19, 1948 he succumbed to a lung hemorrhage. On Friday the 22nd Marcus Bach (http://pvrguymale.blogspot.ca/2011/12/i-monty.html) arrived in Moscow to deliver the funeral eulogy. Following the funeral Dr. Robinson's body was taken to Spokane for cremation.
When asked what would happen to Psychiana after his death, Frank replied that he had sown the seed and that it would never die, but continue to grow. Son Alfred and Pearl did keep the operation going until 1952 when they said escalating postage and printing costs made the operation prohibitive.
His wife Pearl, son Alfred and daughter Florence were still living when the four sealed boxes of his personal papers were opened January 15, 1980. Pearl Robinson died November 27, 1982.