It’s SaTerraDay
Life is So Much Better Since I Left Scientology
At First
Scientology used to be fun—at least back in the day when I got involved. Everyone was young and looking to hook up. We’d go dancing at clubs after course. People threw parties in cheap rentals on the weekends. We’d get naked and sit in hot tubs under the stars— and if we didn’t have to be on course the next day, we’d drink wine and beer.
After a while, so many people were getting married, my significant other and I talked about budgeting money for wedding presents. The OT Levels were pie in the sky, the local Mission was far from ideal but always full, and eventually, we got married, too. A few years later, people started having babies. We may have been poor but times were good.
Things Began to Change
Despite the comradery, I rarely enjoyed “being on course.” Which in regular English means studying in a Scientology course room. I didn’t like feeling guilty for not having fully cleared every definition of every misunderstood words. I hated wasting time clay demoing concepts that I already understood. I hated having to memorize—verbatim—lists and scales which I was sure to forget a week later. I hated having to keep student points and mark a graph. I didn’t like “putting in the time.”
I liked going to events until David Miscavige got involved and turned them into something that looked as if they’d been produced in Stepford. I hated the introductions with all the false stats; I seethed inwardly at all the lies; the over-rehearsed, false-tone-level-delivery made me want to snicker and leave. Standing up and clapping for LRH at the end of events was always an ordeal. Toward the end of my time inside the church, I stopped going to them altogether.
Going to the Org became a duty—something I had to do; something I had to suffer through if I wanted to handle what was ruining my life. Going on course was “the greatest good for the greatest number of dynamics.” Taking a vacation was the Bank talking. Life wasn’t a bed of roses and all good things came with a price. Cliché after cliché. Anything to get me to do next action.
Friends, Buddies, and Mates
I liked seeing my friends in the beginning. I liked belonging to a group. I liked the parties. I liked the weddings. I liked that we had the “tech.” What I didn’t like was not being able to talk about Scientology. I didn’t like having to tiptoe around the tech for fear of spreading “verbal data.” I wanted friends with whom I could really communicate. With whom I could talk about not only the Bridge and my own case, but the blatant mismanagement happening up lines and the declining state of my local Org and Scientology.
Communication and New Friends
I wanted friends with whom I could talk about the OT Levels and not feel as if I’d committed an overt by dropping BT bombs. “Body thetan” were two words a Scientologist in good standing never said out loud—not to himself, not to his significant other, not to anyone. Discussing The Wall of Fire was a surefire way to get declared. My first course in Scientology, The Communications Course, had also been my favorite and I wanted to apply what I’d learned. I wanted to talk freely with anyone on any subject.
Now that I’m out, I communicate more than I ever did while I was in.
I have friends who like to go out on the weekends and play instead of spending Sunday afternoons doing Student Hat for the third time. I have friends who don’t feel guilty about spending two dimes on a nice dinner instead of contributing toward an “Ideal Org.” I have friends who have creative outlets other than sorting papers in Central Files on the weekends. I have friends who agree with me that our president is not an “upstat.” I have friends who watch Aftermath with me after dinner over a nice bottle of wine. I have friends with whom I can joke without feeling like I’m a degraded being. And just so you know, none of my friends with whom I’ve talked about the OT Levels have dropped dead or developed incurable diseases.
I don’t have to withhold putting my European vacation pictures on Facebook for fear I’ll appear as some kind of dilettante. As if I’d committed some kind of crime by not spending the money on my Bridge, the IAS, a glamorous new building, or another batch of Way to Happiness booklets.
I even have friends now who are involved in “other practices!” Two therapist buddies practice psychology; one is a local politician; another just became a rabbi; a number of my friends meditate and attend Yoga classes several times a week. The horror! And yes, I even have friends who occasionally dabble in illicit drugs. Curse you, Alice B. Toklas!
Life is so much richer without looking through Scientology-tinted lenses.
Still…
Despite the process, I appreciated how much of the tech and policy added stability and foundation to an unstable life. I wanted to improve. I wanted to get better. I wanted the answers to life.
Ninety percent—probably more—of my wins in Scientology came from the training side of the Bridge. I would often—unconsciously or not— integrate what I’d studied into my life so that by the time I went in session, I’d already confronted many of the incidents while I was on course that were supposedly the cause of my troubles.
It was as if while studying the Levels, I realized how I was responsible for my condition, not some other person, so that by the time I got in session, I’d already addressed the issue, had the cogs, and had made the decisions. But that was just me.
The Dichotomy
So there existed this dichotomy: I liked learning things that I could apply to my life but I didn’t like being on course and having to put up with “ethics,” and all the organizational and bureaucratic bullshit. I wanted to pick and choose what I wanted to study. I didn’t want to write up my overts and withholds for the hundredth time. I didn’t want to have to “decide who my friends were,” again. I didn’t want to do the Basics and have to read every LRH book, cover to cover, in chronological order. I didn’t want to attend another bogus event. I didn’t want to raise funds for an “ideal” org.
I wanted to sit down with a live human being and discuss what I’d just studied. Screw writing an essay or moving around a bunch of paper clips. I wanted to analyze and dissect and talk about LRH’s bulletins and policy letters with friends and colleagues. I wanted to sort out the truth from the fiction, what was real from what was not. But of course, this kind of behavior is strictly forbidden in Scientology.
The OT Levels
I’ve always been a science fiction fan. And so, I really wanted to like OT 3 and the “Wall of Fire.” I wanted to believe I’d been shipped to Earth in a DC 8, baked in a volcano, implanted, and shoved into a meat body. And that Earth was a prison planet! Full of dissidents! I wanted to believe there was more to me and life than mere skin and bones. And yet…
Looking at the same old incidents, day after day, relying on the e-meter to tell me if what I was looking at was real wore on me as the months and years flew by. Had all these incidents actually been implanted in my mind millions of years ago? Or was I making this all up? Had all this really happened? One hundred percent certainty? Not in my head.
According to my spouse, OT 7 was even worse. I could only imagine having to “handle” thousands of disembodied spirits clinging to my body, day after day, month after month, year after year by a process called “Listing and Nulling,” all the while, relying once again on the e-meter to tell if something was handled or needed further action. I am so glad I never made it to this level!
Decisions
When I was in Scientology, most of the more important decisions in my life had to be made with regards to my ascendency up the Bridge to Total Freedom. Every decision had to be completely ethical and aligned with my all my dynamics. Financial choices had to be assessed in relation to paying for my next service.
Would a particular job align with going up the Bridge? Did it pay enough and allow for time-off to fly to Flag every six months? Would going on vacation be an overt? Were having kids this lifetime an extravagance? Was investing in real estate a crime? Was spending the weekend with relatives instead of going on course an overt? Would dipping into the equity on my home to help pay for a new, “ideal” org be the right thing to do?
Life is so much better now without having to consider Scientology and going up the Bridge in my decision-making process. I’m done with assigning myself the correct condition. I’m done with writing Admin Scales to maximize future income. I’m done with setting targets and keeping track of stats. I’m done with weekly battle plans. And I’m done with feeling inferior to those Scientology “friends” higher up the Bridge.
Last Words
Life is fuller when one can talk with anyone about anything without repercussions—without being tethered to a cult. I love being “open minded.” I pride myself on being “reasonable.” Life is much more fun and fulfilling now that I’m out of the Church of Scientology.
Still not Declared,
Terra Cognita
Interestingly, much of what you liked about your time in scientology during those early years sounds very much like what someone once told me about his membership in another “iffy” group: Amway.
He had tried to get me to join after I had been made redundant for the second time in my working life. But I’d already become aware of how this group operated and showed him much of the negative material I’d gathered regarding Amway. When pressed on why he remained a member, he explained that it was mostly about the social aspects of membership.
I think that the warm embrace of these types of groups, seemingly happy, smiley people welcoming the “prospect” with open arms and the promise of incredible wealth and a fantastic new set of “friends” if they join, exerts a strong emotional pull on most people, let alone vulnerable men and women who are socially awkward and lonely.
“Pie in the sky”, indeed.
I wonder if anyone ever “audited BTs” as if they were simple personality inputs from life. I suppose I have my own Basic Personality, but how much else is from parents, teachers, coaches, book and movie heroes and villains, friends, relatives etc. etc. There would probably be thousands of these inputs. I might even be a bit of Hillary and Donald!
Much to what you said there, Richard.
TC,
I think the correct point of view is that you are a a disaffected dilettante who allowed your bank to win. You went over to the dark side. No ne said going up the bridge was easy.
The gains however are beyond your wildest nightmares.
The people I know who are still in are weak, shells of their former selves.
I prefer to be a dilettante. Much healthier and a lot more fun.
Very nice article today, Terra.
I think I am going to get naked and jump into a hot tub.
Life is fun.
Scientology is not fun.
Terra – everything you stated, DITTO. And needless to say a great essay.
The higher one goes up the bridge, the fewer the places and ways one can get help.
Eventually, if one gets onto the OT levels and progresses through them, the only thing left that one can do to get help is to “get onto OT 7”. A whole world of people who might help you, be it a friendly discussion, or advice, Friday beers after work, or a new technique to organize your life—all of that becomes unavailable to you and you are boxed in and trapped at Flag, dealing with a mandatory summons twice a year, dealing with 16 year old MAAs, dealing with tired and unhappy and overworked Sea Org members as your only source of help.
So, yeah, Terra, I know what you mean about life being so much better since I don’t have to follow Scientology rules any more.
And just the idea that I have a whole world from which to seek and select help is itself tremendously therapeutic.
Thank you for your great essays! They have become another one of those nice things about Saturday.
And…and they’re very helpful!
Thanks JD.
TC?..A wonderful snapshot of the journey to free yourself from the “Plank to total Pee’d-On” (my term) I commend your ability to think for yourself and to act on your convictions…and to not feel guilty about it. A journey many have taken before and after you, which is way cool.
All I can really say about my part in Scientology from the 70`s era is…What a gullible fool I was! ?
My goal in scn was to become a professional auditor. I would occupy a role similar to a professional psychologist and earn a good living at it. My thinking while I was doing my training was that I would even be superior at what I was doing than any psychologist.
The problem was in accepting that everything in scn was factual and true, the only way, so to speak. It was only after being out for a while that I looked back at the experience and summarized it as the scn attitude, “We know everything about everything. We’re right and everybody else is wrong.”
I had rationalized it by thinking “sooner or later” everyone would become a scn-ist. I was a true believer for several years although I never realized it until I was out.
[hmm… my comment was just deleted after I tried 3 times to post it… will try to re-create.]
I’m curious how Terra remains undeclared while giving so many identifying details here. Is the church more lax than it used to be? Other accounts say that even talking to an SP means getting declared. So using any of these freedoms (like talking about what you want to whom you want) would risk getting declared, wouldn’t it? Does she not care about getting declared and is just seeing how long she can last without? Or is it like with Paul Haggis before the New Yorker article, where the church sees some value in her not speaking openly against the church even if she’s not in it? There seems to be an art to going under the radar, yet some people don’t seem to have that option.
Cat W. looking for the CoS to be consistent in how it applies policy is a fools errand. Hubbard never was so I wouldn’t expect his Mini Me to be better at it.
Right. It is different now. I have friends who have “done” way worse than I did and not declared but I’m sure there’s a dossier on them and if they “act up” or get a picture with a major SP such as Rinder, then they’re toast.
Thanks Wynski and Mary.
Scientology is packed with SP saboteurs.
Just ask David Miscavige. He sees them everywhere.
There is a good reason he is a gutless coward frightened by every shadow.
Cat I’ve wondered the same, especially when Michael Silverman called Terra Cognita “Mike” as though he knows the person personally. That is enough to have OSA put two and two together to see who it is. My guess is that Terra Cognita is known about at the church and is declared, but people are told on a “need to know” basis only. That way if Terra C is/was an opinion leader in Scn, they can save themselves embarrassment by posting an SP Declare for all to see on this person. It would run the risk of others getting out to follow him. And nowadays the “need to know basis” is that the “SP” themselves don’t need to know they are SP’s, so they don’t tell you. I guess the only way to really find out is if you go into your old org and see if yo get routed to the MAA immediately, or kicked out immediately.
Michael Silverman does not know Terra personally. He mistakenly addressed me because it was on my blog.
Scientology issues NO declare orders on anyone any more. By their own policy – “if it isn’t written it isn’t true.”
Factually, in the last 5 years, nobody has been “declared” though certainly plenty of people have been disconnected from.
So true. My apologies. I incorrectly assumed that the post was from Mike Rinder. It is amazingly accurate.
That’s OK, you are not the first person to do that.
And to be mistaken for someone because they are “amazingly accurate” is a high compliment! 🙂
I remember the 70’s. First off, my little mission was probably busier than any of the “ideal” orgs are right now. And it was mostly young people in their 20’s who were there. The “old” people like my parents were in their 30s and 40s. There would be parties at the mission and since there were lots of artsy types there, they would put on comedy skits and play music and such.
There was still all the seriously bad shit that went on in the orgs and especially in the SO, but the missions were a buffer from all that. New people would see that the missions were fun places and want to be involved. Not like now, where they walk in and instead of seeing fun people having fun, they get a row of COB-approved video screens playing Nuremberg rallies.
Many wonder how it was possible that decent people could get involved with scientology. All I can say is back then, it seemed like a fun place to be.
I still hated wasting my weekends on course while my friends went out and played though.
Gus: I made it a rule not to go on course on the weekends. The weekend was reserved for family!
The restoration of one’s freedom is only achieved by getting off the bridge to total freedom.
Terrific post, TC! So much to agree with. Except I hated being on course. Somehow I got through grad school yet here is a high school kid telling me I can’t study while slouched in the chair because he can’t see if I’m going past an mu? And those tapes on the student hat…while under the radar someone was regging me to do the student hat – for the third time- and I replied that if I had to listen to the tapes one more time I’d shoot the supe. You are so right, life is wonderful when you can actually share your thoughts, and none of those thoughts includes being in the church again.
I agree with almost everything in this article.
I was on staff in the late 70s and early 80s and what I remember most about it was the camaraderie.
It was tough but we were all in it together.
This was before the time when Knowledge Reports became ubiquitous and I am horrified by the tittle-tattle, dog-eat-dog culture they seem to have in place now.
Of course, there were always insane SO Missions and pointless all night stints, and there was never much money.
I usually obtained good gains from the training and auditing I obtained. Back then, staff members could get auditing quite easily.
But darker times were already on their way. Hubbard kicked off a price hike that placed Scientology services out of reach for average people, Ironically, one of the reasons he gave for this was “so that our staffs can live.”
I never noticed any improvement in my pay whatsoever.
Then we had “Jokers and Degraders”, a policy that made it an offense for Scientologists to joke or laugh.You can’t offer a route to total freedom while at the same time imposing an Orwellian control.
And how about the destruction of the California Missions in 1982?
The Mission Holders committed the unforgivable sin of making decent money while working in Scientology (IMHO)
I wonder how this would have played out if Hubbard had been succeeded by a reformer who dedicated himself to stamping out the abuses of Scientology while keeping all that was good. Perhaps this was never possible. There was the “Simon Bolivar Policy” and much more besides which tipped the odds in favor of someone like Miscavige over a person of good will.
Another part of the high participation in the good old days was that the mysteries of the upper levels remained hidden and the idea of attaining paranormal abilities was alive and well.
After many years as a loyal, enthusiastic Scientologist, I began to see a transformation that seemed to be taking place with Scientologists who had been devoted members over so many years. There’s a subtle homogenization that takes place that gave us a bland similarity. I started to realize that when Scientologists get together, they sound alike on most subjects.
Scientologists have an unshakable certainty that with Scientology you can find an answer or solution to every problem, difficulty, or undesirable situation that man has ever encountered. Therefore, a discussion on politics, society, and world affairs becomes redundant and unnecessary. Scientology is the answer. What more does one need to say?
I had many opportunities to hang out with the most advanced Scientologists in the Church. In addition to those OT ts and 8s I already knew, I had the chance to meet others at a number of private events coordinated by the Flagship Org. I never really enjoyed them. They bored the life out of me. Everyone was always pleasant, but I found the affairs dreary. It seemed I had nothing in common with anyone except for the obvious fact that we were all Scientologists.
The conversations always revolved around Church activities. Occasionally you might talk about your job or your business, but that would eventually gravitate towards how you were going to get closer to starting your next Church service. By 1991, I’d come to realize that I didn’t really enjoy hanging out with my fellow Scientologists, at least not as a group. It was just dull.
Murry: “subtle homogenization”: good description.
I had a one-word definition for scientology: CRUEL.
I think I now have a better one-word definition for scientology: DULL.
That really tells it all.
Thanks Murray.
“Life is So Much Better Since I Left Scientology”
I could say it too. Eventually I was free from this mental prison.
But when looking back, I see that Scientology was like a staircase that helped me going from a materialistic philosophy to a spiritualist one.
Scientology gave me spiritual goals, but was unable to keep its promises.
Eventually I became Buddhist when I realized that with Buddhism I have good chances to reach my goals.
Even “OT powers” are possible with Buddhism. However that is not the purpose, that is a by-product of higher spiritual states.
Traditional Buddhist texts are difficult to understand by those who have a scientific education.
Scientology is like a bridge that is presenting spiritual concepts in a way that materialistic people can understand.
So I have been defrauded by Scientology, both financially and mentally, but the overall result it that I am now on a workable spiritual path, and maybe this would not have been possible without my adventures in Scientology.
If a philosophy can’t stand debate or questions, it is not worthy of study. Keep on thinking free Terra.
Scientology was a party in the 70’s. Miscavige did not understand that and turned it sour.
DM doesn’t have a clue how to have fun, despite the Miscaviage family cavorting in swimming pools when they were wee ones. He is dictator…he is focused. No room for fun.
Life goes better without cult!
Without the cult, you get your old life back.
TC,
Delicious !
Uplifting for the new year.
Scientology sounds pretty miserable. Glad I never got involved in that con. It is interesting reading about people that fall for it, though. Good for you for seeing reality and enjoying your time on our prison planet. Hopefully the rest of the flock will revolt and Scientology will be just something like the dark ages; history.
It already is dead, Jill. Nobody is joining, and the congregants are leaving en masse.
Excellent post, Terra! When I left Scientology, I became happy again. I was at the Honolulu mission when I walked out. I headed for my favorite surf spot and surfed for hours. So, I guess I do have Super Powers after all.
Thanks OSD. I used to surf, too. Any day at the beach is a good day.
I love this, OSD. It sounds just like leaving Hell and walking out into Paradise. Hawaii is one of my favorite places on earth!
My family has been there since 1890.
Lucky family. ! Missionaries?? Happy Haoles? (I hope that’s not a derogatory term – don’t think so!)
What a beautiful essay, Terra, to take into the new year. This so very much echoes my experience and travels through Scientology and ‘Up the Bridge.’
Your spouse is right, OTVII was so much worse; crippling and debilitating when it came to actually living one’s life while trying to stay “in-ethics” and “on-purpose”, audit your daily 4-6 sessions and save up $15K every 6 months for your next (completely unnecessary) interrogation visit to Flag. The best solution was to withdraw from life and friends and cloister yourself away for the next several years, slogging through in the hope you could get back to your life someday.
It think it was this very thing that finally pushed me to the brink right before completing the level – waking up one day with the realization Scientology was doing the exact opposite of what it had promised. I’d been lied to, and saw that, and as the crack in the wall widened so did my exit from the cult.
Today life is the best it’s ever been, and I’m more engaged and happy and alive than ever. Happy New Year everyone!
Robster,
My experience on old OT7 was fun. –VS– the later version of endless endlessness. I am glad I missed that introversion ordeal.
‘Endless endlessness.’ Once you get your mind around it, it makes perfect sense!
OSD,
You may now go to the Examiner to attest (to duplicating the mind f**k).
I will duplicate. I will duplicate. I will duplicate. I will duplicate…
I”m glad you got out Robster. That was also my experience on OT VII. I think I may know you. Can you send your email address so we can talk off lines?
Cindy, I’m pretty sure we know each other. I don’t have a way to reply directly to you via this blog so I’ll shoot you an email directly to the email I have that I think is you.
Cool. Thanks.
Happy new year, Robster.
Happy New Year to everyone! May 2018 be your best year yet!
IMO, EVERY dynamic got better after ditching SCN, So the greatest good was to disconnect from the suppression. Funny that I didn’t realize it at the time; I was just thinking about my own concerns and the irrationality I was experiencing locally(at Flag). Sadly, while I was in, I couldn’t perceive all the lies and false stats for the Doubt formula. All I had, and needed, was Flag’s inability to take care of its own. If The “Mecca” couldn’t take care of itself, for whatever reason, how could SCN range further afield and succeed?
FWIW, we’re now part of a 3rd Dynamic that IS doing good in the real world, not just paying lip service to lofty goals put out there merely to look reasonable.
Congratulations Mike. This is as well written as it could possibly have been. Almost like you read my mind. (One of my tricks!!)
Just as an aside (I alluded to this in my Nov. 22 article), as you stated , Scientology also gave you some positives.
Spirituality was one of them for me. I am practicing ‘leaving my body’ daily with some results !. I certainly won’t fill this comment space with my adventures, but happily, there certainly is more to life than what we all went through while in the cult.
Happy New Year to you and yours. I hope one day we can get together and spend time chatting etc.
Your friend Michael
Happy New Year to you and yours Michael. Good to hear from you 🙂
There are plenty of “Psychic Fairs” occurring across the country. People gather together to discuss various paranormal and supernatural abilities to be approached, studied or attained. I don’t have any of my own, but then I’ve never attempted to develop any. I have seen others demonstrate such.
Best thing you’ve written.
Thanks Cognited.
You got this exactly right.
Ditto.
I wonder how many times my car would get keyed if I had the bumper sticker, “Life Is So Much Better Since I Left Scientology” or how many times people would honk and give the thumbs up.
Like this? Almost 10 years ago! 🙂
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfKQ75F0XsA
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Mary, you’d get thumbs up if you had a bumper sticker like that. But if you had one that said you are a Scn or “OT” as I’ve seen on some, you’d get keyed for sure.
Good article Terra, its nice to hear you say that scientology was not a complete waste of time, its just that the way its managed makes it such a painful experience.
I improved my English skills considerably thanks to studying grammar I’d missed out on in school, and I did get some useful information from the communication courses, handy for someone as introverted as I was.
I know of a few people who enjoyed listening to lectures just for their own sake (if I’m being honest only one person actually comes to mind), I hated it, hence having to study the whole of the basics was torture.
There were a lot of ‘bad students’ in my org who of course blamed themselves for their inability to study, I wonder how much relief they would get from realizing that they might not be the problem?
” Life is fuller when one can talk with anyone about anything without repercussions—without being tethered to a cult. I love being “open minded.” I pride myself on being “reasonable.” Life is much more fun and fulfilling now that I’m out of the Church of Scientology.”
So true TC. Another nicely written story about what we went through. And:
” Life is much more fun and fulfilling ….” with a little joking and degrading thrown in for balance! And of course it becomes an act of freedom when you can joke about your own foibles. I love that.
Yo Dave,
Not to worry good buddy, we’re having a really poopy time of it out here on the fringes!
I feel the same since I left.
I’m so more happy! Life is simpler, better in all its aspects.
And it’s not a win that will disapear like in the one we can have in the cult. I am out since 1990, and my needle is still floating!!
Patrick, when you left, you got your old life back! Congrats on leaving the cult! You see, you really do have super powers!
That’s a very interesting story
Thanks Terra, your tale is like a mirror. It is great to have like minded friends. I have found a lot at Geir Isene´s blog. Have a happy and prosper ney year.
Most of that, I could just as well have written.
One of the things that I found most distasteful about being on course was playing along with the lie, how that was the greatest thing ever. Deep down, I did not want to be there, ever, and lying about it was emotionally painful. Especially being pretty much convinced that everyone else who was “winning” and robotically answering “great” to every “how are you”, was also lying. Eventually, I brought a bit of reality into that situation by freely telling people that I did not love being on course – that the only purpose to being on course was to graduate and audit, and THAT is what I’d rather be doing. Many people did not really know how to handle that one.
Even when on a few hiatuses (hiati?), knowing that eventually you HAD to go back to get your freedom and eternity was the proverbial albatross. Eventually I discovered the true “Freedom Release” state – that is attaining the full certainty that you will never be back, that you have attained true freedom. Now THAT is a true “release” state!
GorillaVee, I got curious, so checked: “hiatuses ” was correct. It’s a mere right-click away, so I do it a lot.
Terra, you should be ashamed of yourself. Why would anyone want to do yoga, meditate, invest in real estate, take a vacation, drink beer or have friends who don’t want to join in a rousing round of extended standing ovations and sharing of wins? You stated in the beginning of your essay that you have not fully cleared some words. Therein lies the source of your problems. Clear up your words and I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon in Central Files and we’ll have a jolly good time! Anyone who isn’t enthusiastic about that must surely have other fish to fry.
ml,
Ms. B. Haven
PS No bowling allowed either with any panty-waist dilletants…
Ms. B: I’ll bring a ream of foolscap paper.
When Scientology stopped being fun, it stopped being Scientology. I remember back in the early 70s it was a lot of fun, pressure, yes, but that was okay, I was willing to have any effect, but then the SO reached out, and along with it the resident evil it embodied. The SO destroyed the subject. LRH made a couple of fatal errors, KSW and the SO, both designed to guarantee survival, both destroyed the subject.
Yes, those were fatal errors, and I would add to that the messengers. The CMO was bad mistake too.
Strictly speaking, the CMO was as off-policy as it gets: Ron bypassing all seniors and micromanaging everything via his minions. Even HE should have realized that it would collapse the org, even all of SCN to a single point. Eternal emergency condition, which is coming home to roost, Davey Boy.
Yeah…. those ‘body thetans’ sound like so much fun!