This is the twenty-third installment of the account of a journey into and out of scientology — written by one of our long-term readers. I hope you enjoy her insights, humor and style.
Lili also provided a glossary of terms.
Through the Bubble – Lili’s Adventures in Scientologyland
This is my quirky recollection of events. Others may remember things differently. Lingo is italicized on the first mention, capitalized after that. I’ve compressed complexities in the cult to simplify your reading pleasure.
Part 23
The Verbal Data Berlin Wall
In Scientology, when you study to be an Auditor, or steep your brain in L Ron Hubbard’s theories about the human mind, you aren’t allowed discuss your opinions about what you’re reading. As a Scientologist you can quote L Ron Hubbard verbatim. But if you want to debate, chat, or argue about what LRH meant in some convoluted quote, or question the validity of what you just read, that’s a hard no. Discussing LRH teachings or giving your opinion within the Scientology bubble has a name. Verbal Data.
Verbal Data is the forbidden act of discussing the “data” in L Ron Hubbard’s published works. I really wanted to talk over what I was reading in hopes of understanding it better. But the fear of spreading Verbal Data like a communicable disease, cut my urge to converse cold. This Verbal Data rule, like the Berlin Wall, kept us students muzzled and isolated.
It felt like Scientological heresy, when I began a campaign of asking random friendly jewelry clients to give me their opinions and stories about their investments. Because I was asking for — Verbal Data. In more shocking news, non-Scientologists were generous in their advice, and often fearless in revealing how much money they invested and exactly where they put it. I pushed away the thought that if I’d revealed monetary specifics like that in front of a Scientology Registrar, I’d have been hounded mercilessly till I gave some of it to the cherch. I’d get home and tell the tales I heard to Josh, who occasionally made stock buys based on my client’s advice. Or so I thought. But hey, at least I had fresh tidbits for our dinner conversations.
I had gotten all worked up about the concept of passive income from Deave as he enthused his way through an orgy of Multi-Level-Marketing sign-ups and stock ups. Lorna, my bestie, hoped her husband Deave’s serial forays into Amway and other MLM’s would yield happy sprinkles of extra funds. Ever hopeful, I joined the revolving door of MLMs with them. Sadly, that passive income stream was a dry desert ditch. Never happened.
Talking to my jewelry clients reminded me of the sexy nugget of info that your money could actually work for you and earn while you slept. Just your cash could make you more cash. Having had little cash to play with due to our wagonload of debt — for years, had pushed that knowledge into the suppressed memories portion of my brain. High school graduate, commune-raised me, had had no clue. Why didn’t they teach us about stocks in school? Why hadn’t I been given examples about how credit card interest was the most wasteful and useless recurring expense ever? I’d have paid attention had I known paying hundreds of dollars a month over ten years was only good for the Visa corporation. Maybe.
Wog Considerations and Investment Advice Inside the Bubble
L Ron Hubbard labeled Non-Scientologists, Wogs. I thought it sounded cute, like pollywogs. I liked pollywogs. L Ron Hubbard said it stood for Worthy Oriental Gentleman, which didn’t make much sense to me. The Oxford dictionary defines Wog as, a person who is not white. I learned the Oxford definition after I left the cult. I cringe for all the times I’d tossed off this hateful label as if it was a cute nickname that proved I was an insider.
My sole source of financial investing news and advice in Scientology came from the Registrar. The news would be who cashed in their 401k for their next step on the Bridge. According to the Registrar and any right-thinking Scientologist, my eternal spiritual freedom was way more important than the transitory physical universe bullshit game, that Wogs blindly followed. Slight problem, I didn’t have a 401k.
During the Nineties, a local Scientology couple we knew and admired, worked for a wealthy Scientologist investor who specialized in venture capital funding in the medical industry. Venture Capital Dude also invested in the stock market. This couple had worked in the Sea Org, routed out, and become active public Scientologists.
Our near-empty Org struggled to get enough money to pay the most basic of bills. By the end of the month when the mortgage payment was due, it was five-alarm-fire time to keep from defaulting on the loan. A retired Navy Admiral who was a sweet old man, regularly got hit up by the Registrar for money to help cover the mortgage. When I found out that The Admiral was regularly funding the Registrar’s Make it Go Right campaign to stave off foreclosure, it made me sad.
Active Couple was roped in to “volunteer” to help solve the monthly mortgage problem. Unlike The Admiral, Active Couple’s wallet stayed shut. They came up with the Bright Idea solution that we should fundraise to pay off the building’s mortgage in full. The Executive Council approved the plan.
Active Couple put together an “important Event” and briefed the Santa Barbara public on this new Bright Idea to pay off the mortgage so the staff could focus on Scientology instead of overdue loan notices. Over the following years, they spearheaded bake sales, movie nights, and other ticketed-typed down-home-vibe, kid-friendly fundraising activities. These were often enjoyable and I was good for a hundred dollars here or there, even though I detested our drafty, stupid-ass building.
The last I’d heard, the committee in charge of fundraising to pay off the building’s mortgage, had raised $250,000.00. Even though we were nowhere close to paying the mortgage down, I’d heard through the grapevine, (could be false) that some Scientology entity in Los Angeles had been paying all or part of our mortgage since the fundraising started. Possibly, The Admiral was coming to the end of his savings.
Where was this pay-off-the-Org-mortgage money going? To the lender? Nope. Into a savings account? Ah no. Someone had a better idea. If there was a safe and best-practices way to handle money in the Wog World, many Scientologists would look at it with distaste. Inside the Scientology bubble, safe money handling ideas were treated like Wog conspiracies. No doubt cooked up to kill your dreams, and deaden your sorry soul. So, no, they didn’t put that money in the bank.
I don’t know which genius came up with this Bright Idea, but they gave that money to Santa Barbara Scientologist Reed Slatkin, an ordained Scientology minister since 1975, turned self-employed investor. He probably told them he’d kick in $50,000.00 because he cared so deeply about the Org building. Or maybe he guaranteed a 10% return on their money. I never saw Minister Slatkin cross the threshold of our Org.
What people knew about Reed Slatkin, was that he was super Up-Stat and slumming it in Santa Barbara’s toniest neighborhood, Hope Ranch. The mansion he was living in was big enough to have been used as a boarding school. Reed Slatkin’s customers thought they knew how their money was being invested. Um no. In fact, in 2001 Slatkin was arrested by the Securities and Exchange Commission. He got a one-way ticket to the big house for his $593 million Ponzi scheme. He ripped off Scientologists and non-Scientologists alike. The FBI executed search warrants on that same day. They wanted to be totally, totally, fer sure, fer sure that his slippery-Scientology-ass landed in a United States lock-up. Yay, your tax dollars at work.
Active Couple had often praised us contributors on how Ethical and Up-Stat we were, while goading us to dig deeper and give more. Once Minister Slatkin was fitted with his orange jumpsuit, the fundraising Events stopped. The Org staff weren’t talking, but we could tell by their tight expressions that some sort of shit had hit the fan. Like wizards being afraid to utter the name, Lord Voldemort, the Org staff were terrified to speak the name, Reed Slatkin. Nor would a staffer utter a word about the previous money raised to pay off the mortgage on our stupid-ass building.
Active Couple and their fundraising Events faded from memory. However, they still worked for the Santa Barbara Venture Capital Dude. They followed his lead in the stock market, and it worked out great, until the day it didn’t. They lost everything and had to sell their home. No more jewelry for them.
On a positive note, Josh and I learned that short selling was not for us.
It’s All About the Money
Investing in the stock market wasn’t the only way Scientologists ate shit and died in the world of finance. Selling Real Estate unwisely was another way that Registrars regularly separated parishioners from their assets. Tall Guy was a handsome, bouncy, new Scientologist who was digging the L Ron Hubbard Sci-Fi vibe. He was electrified about his past-lives and the promise of going free. Tall Guy liked to talk. He especially liked telling people about his past life adventures flying around in spaceships while battling aliens. Basically, everything he’d just told his Auditor while in Session.
Tall Guy’s loose lips put him on a short list for death-by-Lower-Conditions. But not before he used up his Auditing hours. It looked like Tall Guy’s time in Scientology was near the end. Any second he’d get the old heave-ho for his latest distracting story which was making the rounds of us newbies. Then all of a sudden, the staff started treating him like he was their newest best friend.
Little Miss Inquisitive found out why. Tall Guy had inherited a house from his grandma in Malibu and perhaps the cash that enabled his meteoric rise up the Auditing side of the Bridge. Guess what everyone from the Registrar on down to the volunteer who snuck boxes of Personality Tests into little markets and fast-food joints thought he should do? Lock that property down into a Trust for his retirement? Aw, Hell no.
Tall Guy followed the love bombs to the Registrar’s office. He sighed when the Reg told him, you’re so special, I see something unique and genius in you, and other blistering lies dressed up as truth and guidance. Okay, I wasn’t in the room. Artistic license and all that crap.
Bottom line top, Tall Guy sold the Malibu house for $150,000.00. He spread the money amongst Scientology entities from Santa Barbara, to Los Angeles, to Florida. For the investment-savvy readers, those were early eighties dollars. I’d be shocked if Tall Guy is still in. I wouldn’t be shocked if he needed the help of narcotics to dull the pain of selling a home that has probably appreciated to a three-or-four-million-dollar value. Tall Guy if you’re reading this, sorry to trigger you dude.
To my shame, I was jealous at the time. I wished a relative of mine would have dropped their body, so I could have inherited all that sweet money to spend on my bridge.
That’s not who I was before Scientology. I should have told Tall Guy I was sorry for his loss instead of thinking how lucky he was for inheriting his grandmother’s house so he could buy his Bridge.
More It’s All About the Money
Josh and I had a friend in Scientology who was a teacher. She loved kids, teaching, and was a warm, funny, giver of a person. That’s probably why she took a vow of poverty. Oop, I meant signed a five-year contract to join staff in Santa Barbara. When her years of under-appreciated servitude were at an end, she moved out of town where she taught at a private Scientology school. Teacher woman and her husband raised their kids and did less Scientology. When the kids hit their teens, a long line of prospective FSM’s looking for their future 10% commissions probably knocked on their door to become their newest best friend. Once at the table they’d whip up the enthusiasm for Teacher Woman and her husband to move up the Bridge to Total Freedom. Teacher woman no doubt did her Conditions, or L Ron Hubbard’s convoluted Admin Scale, or maybe a Why-Finding to discover why she was stalled on her Bridge.
Anyhoo, the reason she was stalled on her Bridge-to-Total-Freedom, turned out not to be that healthy teenage boys can eat $100.00 worth of beef per day, while out-growing their $70.00 Tommy Hilfiger t-shirts in two months. The Why, was her regrettable choice of career. Yup, the income for an educator is not a lot. And Scientology costs — a lot. Teacher Woman did what any Good Scientologist would do and switched careers. Scientologists don’t switch careers to follow their bliss, their dreams, or their true passion on this planet. They switch careers to make more money. Teacher Woman became an insurance adjuster. Because nothing says I love nurturing children’s love of learning like measuring dents in someone’s SUV or interviewing a dog bite victim.
Planning For Retirement While Side-Stepping the Reg
A few years later, best bud Deave invited us to a Real Estate Investment Seminar, given by this John Streeter guy. I’d always wanted to invest in Real Estate, but the reality of doing so was like wishing I could get to the top of the Empire State Building by climbing it from the outside.
The following weekend, my bestie Lorna, her hubster Deave, and Josh and I, showed up in a depressing Ventura City College lecture hall. I’d studied for my Real Estate license exam early in my twenties, back in my professional-housecleaner days. I’d ultimately dropped out due to cherch Course-time conflicts and being more scared of the Ethics Officer than the loss of a possible career path. But I never fell out of love with Real Estate. I said yes to Deave’s Real Estate seminar thing, hoping you couldn’t multi-level houses.
Mr. Streeter strode to the podium like David Miscavige at an IAS trophy extravaganza. During his Power Point presentation, his assistant handed out reams of paper containing everything from the names of loan agents in Austin Texas, to how to find a property manager in Clarksville Tennessee. Josh and I were excited. I was hooked.
Streeter’s program involved armchair-investing, using his stable of realtors, loan agents, and property managers. He suggested we use the equity in our over inflated California homes as down payments for more affordable properties out of state. Josh and I knew we were woefully unprepared for our future retirement as self-employed people. While Deave and Lorna looked at this as an opportunity to earn money for their Bridge, I was thinking of retirement. Unlike staunch Scientologists, I wasn’t interested in working until I dropped from exhaustion. On the way home, Josh and I agreed we’d keep our own counsel, and not mention our Real Estate plan to the Registrar.
A couple of months later we were the proud owners of two income properties. As Josh and I had discussed, we never told the Registrar about our new stream of income — which was one of the best decisions we ever made.
Ah, The Things We Did to Go Free
I bet there isn’t an ex-Scientologist — or one still trapped inside the bubble — who hasn’t personally been involved with, or heard of, one of the many quasi-legal money-making schemes making the rounds in the world of Scientology. In the never-ending quest to make more money, no doubt many of these people switched from careers they loved to working at shitty jobs they hated.
Ah, the life of a Scientologist.
I remember when the Exec Director Santa Barbara Carol Monroe was removed in the 1980s and RPFed for falsifying the Gross Income statistic for months. That’s a very hard stat to falsify and not get caught.
The latest money making scam is bitcoin and related “crypto” money. Even more wildly unpredictable and even less regulated than the stock market.
I guess if I were still in someone in the bubble would be flogging bit coin. One of the last hyped BS money making things when I was still in was stem cell vitamins and ph altering water filters.
Yep I remember those things. My friend started selling the ph altering water filters and leaned on me. I wouldn’t buy it. But a year later I ran into someone looking to buy one of those things, so I gave my friend her name and number and said here is a lead, someone who wants to buy your thing. My friend never called her and the girl got to me and said why isn’t this lady calling me? So I gave her her number and she called and left many messages and got no call back. I confronted my friend on this bad way to do business and she said she wasn’t selling the ph water systems anymore. I asked why and she wouldn’t tell me. I went to our mutual friend to ask why and he told me that she found out the ph water systems actually harm people and they had class action lawsuits against it. But my friend could not be wrong and had to be right, so she couldn’t even admit to me she stopped selling it because it didn’t work. I had to find out from someone else. But to her credit she did stop selling it.Cindy
Wow. She quit selling them, but was too chickenshit to answer the lead? Or tell you what was up? That is so Scientology, who says they are the best at Communication. Ha! I love that story.
Yes, her Grade 4, Service Facsimile grade was definitely “out” as she had to be right and couldn’t admit being wrong.
Oh my God, Ser Facs. One of the most stupid lingo words ever. I liked the concept of Service Fascsimilies. That you did irrationally stupid stuff in order to Be Right. But I think the only time I ever said those words out loud was on a courseroom check-out.
I didn’t tackle that particular bit of ‘tech’ in the memoir because it’s kinda convoluted. I’m sure I had to clay demo the concept. I’m certain I did not enjoy the experience.
I’ve tried over the years to overcome the knee-jerk desire to be right. Because it seems to always involve making someone else wrong. But it is sweet to be right. Not gonna lie.
But to be stuck on being right and not admit a mistake like that is heinous. PH water filter systems caused liver damage, harmed kids, and started law suits. The fact that she didn’t warn the lead you gave her, was massively wrong.
In what universe does not warning someone of potential health damage to preserve your rightness, work? She clearly sold an overt product. Any bets on her telling her old clients who were still using this harmful filter that it was bad?
I didn’t think so.
Someone tried to sell me one. Someone at the Ventura Mission.
Thank God we didn’t buy those machines that didn’t just not work, but actually harmed people. Being right is fun and nice. But the compulsion to be right at all times where you can never admit you aren’t perfect, that’s f**ed up. And I think that was her category unfortunately. Ron said, and I paraphrase here, “how wrong can you be — dead wrong.” As in dead. And that is real to me. But I”m not singing his praises or singing praises of the tech. Just my own maunderings.
It’s like a black hole for money, only more insatiable. And like a black hole it’s terrifying, but serves absolutely no purpose.
Re: “…like wishing I could get to the top of the Empire State Building by climbing it from the outside.”
Lili,
Your description describes a person’s quest along The Bridge to Total Freedom to its lofty peak. You can see it, almost taste it, yet you can’t wrap your hand around it. It’s a lot like climbing the Empire State Bldg. from the outside, and seeing OT VIII and beyond — infinity, eternity — through the building’s windows. It is nonsense and completely unattainable. It is both a dream and a nightmare at the same time.
Three cheers to Hubbard for the Scam of a Lifetime. Hip hip NOT.
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He was fiction writer, “make believe” was his job.
Stockholm syndrome was the name of the game.
It’s all over, a Cult life cycle is only 50 years unless it introduce new “products”, like Harry Porter tech , magical wand ✨️, flying broom, black hat, etc etc
Thank you, Mark, for bringing the “Stockholm syndrome” to my attention. I’ve not read about that before, certainly not from the perspective of having been a Scientologist.
Making money to flow into Scientology sadly becomes more important to a person’s life.
Amazing how Hubbard’s own life, is forgotten.
He drifted from being cult boss back to being “writer” of the final horrible books he came out with “Battlefield Earth” made into the flop movie and then “Mission Earth” which is a measure of Hubbard himself, just combine all the characters in the book who are evil and ludicrous, and that’s Hubbard.
Cult boss returned to fun “hat in life” writer role, Hubbard did.
So if cultees of Scientology followed their cult boss founder, they too would even further follow Hubbard’s lead, which is revealed in “Going Clear….” book final pages, where Hubbard admitted to his last adult friend in the world, Sarge, that Hubbard had failed and Hubbard wasn’t coming back to earth.
Scientologists should all just quit now, admit Scientology’s a quackery subject failure, and get on with their more happy wished for pursuits in life.
Too bad Hubbard didn’t fully pull the plug on Scientology before he left to go do the cosmic running in circles soul flying around the distant star, as Hubbard explained was his next self soul rejuvenating therapy he planned for himself.
Hubbard’s final Flag Order should not be the “Admiral” bullcrap.
It ought to have been: Time to Quit, I Failed, I’m Not Coming Back, Please All Quit Yourselves For Your Own Benefit. (Final Flag Order/Movement Policy/Pull the Plug Go Home) policy.
Battlefield Earth and Mission Earth showed me, as a sci fi Fan from my early reading days, WHY Ron had to create a “religion” to make money. His fiction was shallow and easily forgotten. No wonder I’d never heard his name outside of scn-dn, the fictional ‘science’.
I had suspicions he started Scientology/Dianetics and jumped all into them, because he had his bone fide “captive audience” by having followers to his “tech” quackery subject.
He could really lay out the boundaries and force things to be his way. Perfect “captive audience” to start a religion and make the followers follow your words exactly. And your fake religion’s followers have to buy your books, pay to do your quackery, and the money flows up his militaristic hierarchies so he gets his cut. It’s all written up so staff and followers really cannot argue, otherwise they are scapegoated and ousted.
I never read anything by LRH but I did read Galaxy 666 by Pel Torro (a.k.a Lionel Fanthorpe).
Having become acclimatized to the pink-tinged light, which gave everywhere a strangely roseate appearance, and which had the effect of lulling their senses into a rather dreamy false security, the four explorers looked down at the ground beneath their feet. The ground beneath their feet was a very odd sort of terrain – – though “terrain” is not, strictly speaking, the kind of word that ought to be used to describe the ground of a planet that was not earth. Like so many of the old earth words, it has crept into the vocabulary of the empire. So they examined the terrain.
Lilly,
Yes, total information control, censoring is L. Ron Hubbard’s totalitarian theory style for imparting his “wisdom” (quackery karma pseudo-therapy/exorcism subject is what Scientology).
The information control is broken down only in one on one “sessions” with the Scientology “word clearers” or with Course Supervisors who do the “word clearing” with the student quack trainees/followers.
You are allowed to spout whatever your confused ideas about soul stuff with the word clearer or Course Supervisor, one on one.
You can’t spout your confusions and soul wandering ideas with others, without the penalties Hubbard made.
But the exception is you can spout your confusions and ideas with the word clearer or Course Supervisor.
Word clearing rubric is the only free avenue Hubbard allows using encyclopedias, library, etc. to “clear up” concepts and words.
Me, learned this, and was a Flag Trained Staff Course Supervisor from 1977 to 1983, and I even went to the Clearwater pubic library to look up “hard to find” words and learn the history details to help students at Flag “clear up their misunderstoods” and in that way I learned a huge amount extra.
The allowed reference books in the course room, there was one that even mentioned XENU which is one of the most taboo words Scientologists are not allowed to read.
The truth even in my years, did leak in, you just had to know the loopholes, “word clearing” is the loophole, to venture out into the world’s other ideas, just get on what is called a “word chain” and venture out of the course room to go out and clear up something, I did, as a Flag Course Supervisor and Flag Word Clearer, both Sea Org jobs, there in my years in Clearwater.
You just have to insist on using the Hubbard loopholes, to outstep the damned totalitarian Hubbard loopholes.
Later when I read how brilliant “refuse-niks” in Russia would outsmart the KGB by using the stickler laws of USSR against the KGB interrogators, that rung a bell as to how you can beat Hubbard with Hubbard, but why bother.
Skip Scientology’s quackery karma pseudo-therapy and exorcism, it’s all bogus ludicrous nonsense and doesn’t make anyone into a soul superperson.
Talented smart people like you Lilly, I wish I could refund all your money and time back to you.
I love reading the stories of ex’s who give their hindsights of it all.
I lived in Clearwater, Chuck. I wonder if we ever crossed paths? I never made it into the Flag Building because I had not progressed enough up The Bridge to Total Freedom to warrant entering that hallowed ground.
In 1983 to 1984 or thereabouts, I lived in New Port Richey, and moved to a nice room that I rented on Ft. Harrison Blvd.
I worked at WISE INT, doing Div 3 Audits. Later, I joined staff at Peter Gillham’a Nutritional Center, in the Old Gray Moss Inn.
I left Clearwater to go to “Int” in june 1983. I can’t say today in hindsight I did anything worthwhile really, staying when I ought to have quit and gotten back to legitimate life.
Scientology’s front groups are charades that don’t do much good, again I think the only good they do happens to stem from the good people lured into holding the forts in the front groups.
I was always a worker, and pretty happily so, so following orders was okay with me. In hindsight I see even less good in all the days I wasted in Scientology, even more.
I like the Peter Gillham’s places, they were a “safe” place to go. I liked the shakes that similar health shops run by Scientologists made.
Here’s a link to how I looked in summer of 1981 just before I was demoted from Course Supervisor to Word Clearer (and it was in 1981-82 months when I went to the Clearwater Public Library faithfully, Jay Hurwitz was FEBC Course Sup, and Jon Horwich was D of T of the OEC/FEBC course room which in 1981 shifted to the Fort Harrison auditorium.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/13716306@N00/32959922/
A whole bunch of photos are there I took and others took back in the mid 2000s.
I got to see your photos, Chuck, thanks for sharing them.
Yes, “good people were lured into holding the forts in the front groups.” That is a keen way of describing those of us who slaved away at places like Narconon, ASI, Sterling Management.
I’m sure glad we’re out, helping to pave the way for future ex-Scientologists.
Chuck: Didn’t too much confusion at the word Clearer or course sup earn a student a trip to ‘ethics’ or at least more rigorous Qual division handling? Didn’t happen to me, directly, but I seem to remember pink slips or something which weren’t high on anyone’s lists for presents.
They could Jere, but i never did that. One, the “Cycle of an Overt” “tech” theory says MUs are at the bottom, not out ethics. Only reason you should send a student to Ethics is if they commit transgressions so egregious it’ll “flap” or cause them PTS situations.
Always MUs, and I was always crammed not to send students to ethics, but get them word cleared, and even if anything, send them to Cramming for retreads/retrains.
Once in the course rooms I worked in, the rules were already set not to send off students to ethics for constantly passing MUs. They’d only in worst case scenario go to Qual and if Qual wanted them to go to to Ethics fine. But the were always made come back to the course room, do a retread on their Student Hat, or retrain it.
Horrible transgressions that upset the other students, yes, that’d get them to Ethics no word clearing.
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Pink Sheets were just Course Supervisor “corrective” sheets, with observations and then a small assignment, to be completed in the course room. And LRH said you give Pink Sheets even when nothing is assigned, since the observations showed the student doing everything proper. I was crammed to write pink sheets and be sure I wrote the pink sheets which had no assignment too.
In the “outer org” training course rooms, things were run “more standardly” meaning more tight, and more lenient covering all the loophole “nice” things on the students also, for the most part in the Flag Course rooms for outer org students and for public.
I mean if a Course Sup wanted to send a student to ethics for constantly missing MUs, that’s NOT what Al Baker and Linda McCarthy’s course room did, but it’s possible a pissed on HCI public student course room sup at Flag may have once or twice sent a public student who was not correcting on their MU finding, to ethics, but if any Course Sup in the OEC/FEBC course room did that, the course sup was corrected NOT to do that, but instead always use MU word clearing, and worst case, like I said, you sent the student to cramming for retread on Student Hat. If Cramming thought the student was unqualifed or gross out ethics, then Ethics, and also Cramming, or the D of T then recommends “fitness board” and sending the outer org student home. Public students at Flag they’d not be treated with ethics, unless they also were gross out ethics with their schedules, getting drunk, stuff like that. Harrassing the other students or sups etc, public students were probably more “out ethics” and not like the outer org trainees who were on a tight tight leash, as outer org students were all STAFF from orgs.
This is all ridiculous in the real education fields like colleges or schools. There’s just so much stupid fiddle faddle in Scientology.
In real colleges and schools, you just get low grades, and don’t get your degree if you don’t cut it.
No hand holding really. Word Clearings and Ethics are hand holding and too much control.
If a student isn’t motivated to do the work, they suffer in their grades, and drop out, period.
Much simpler. Hubbard’s educational setups of course rooms, is overly controlling and unnecessary, stifling.
Rich parents hire tutors to help their kids in college or high school.
Tutoring businesses are really what “work” to educate those needing help getting better grades.
Hubbard’s Method 7 word clearing only works if the word clearer is smart enough.
In tutoring it is a given that the tutor is well educated.
Don’t use “study tech” just get a tutor, parents and students!
In hindsight, I like to think of becoming an auditor, is like becoming a chiropractor.
It’s a good way to get the Scientology framework quickly.
The Scientology auditor is kind of a like a karma pseudo-therapist. Scientology theory about the soul is the pseudo-therapy theory to alleviate one’s past lives bad karma and make one Clear.
The auditor goes from Class 0 to Class 12 auditor.
Remember all along, one is just a chiropractor (the auditor is the pseudo-therapist, later in the secret levels you learn to become an exorcist).
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Scientology’s centers where they train you and make you do endless intro newbie beginner courses, and make you do their sauna “cleanse” to rid your body of toxins, it’s own false scam, maybe the sauna is good, the overdosing on vitamins and intense sauna hours required can be horribly medically wrong to do.
Scientology’s centers teach the pseudo-therapy karma theory, and you learn to be the auditor (bad karma alleviating pseudo-therapist),
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From the higher centers, the “Advanced” centers of Scientology, you get to learn the confidential theory about the surplus souls that infest your human body, and learn how to exorcise these souls using the Hubbard Emeter gizmo which supposedly spots these surplus souls so you can make them vamoose off your human body, further alleviating the karma trauma those surplus souls were leaking onto you.
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Class 9 auditors in Scientology are the exorcists.
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The members who just pay and receive the pseudo-therapy still need to learn to become solo exorcists on the OT 3 course in upper secret Scientology.
Then the members also need to do even MORE exorcist training to do the final exorcism OT 7 exorcism on themselves.
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Scientology in a nutshell is karma alleviating pseudo-therapy.
And at the upper secret five exorcism levels, Scientology is exorcism to strip off the surplus souls infesting our human bodies so the leaking bad karma of those surplus souls no longer effects us either.
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In the Scientology totem pole of centers (called organizations or orgs), they first warm you up with years of info blather and wisedom that is pablum wisedom and sometimes outright ludicrous.
Then you are supposed to do the pseudo-therapy and reach Clear, all your own karma memories from past lives all alleviated and “Clear.”
Then you start the exorcism theory training, do the first exorcism on yourself. Then you get the Class 9 auditor exorcists from Scientology’s “Advanced” centers do the exorcism that is more difficult on you.
Then you wrap up the exorcism doing more and more and more on yourself, on OT 7 final exorcism step.
I wish they’d tell you this at the beginning, but Hubbard made it impossible and excommunicatable for them to tell you this simply, even if they could get their heads straight to even tell you straight.
Chuck Beatty
ex 1975 to 2003 who’s wasted years trying to dumb down this Hubbard crap into a Scientology for Dummies elevator pitch/explanation of it.
Has LRH or DM ever denounced The Wizard Of Oz (I never read the story) or Zardoz as entheta? In both movies a false authority is identified as a false authority.
otherles, I believe that doing so would have created a Streisand Effect”, people reading/watching them just because they’d been mentioned.