– – that’s right, T.J. – –
A perfect image, bliss for the mind
is a cosmic perfect storm, like that of Pisces, only three tears squeezed into the galactic hurricane instead of two, like a black hole only the size of two universes, the swirling energy not even aware of the puny church as it falls into oblivion, outside the realms of both space and time. All that’s missing now is my Tiny Tim record, then and only then will I be happy.

Hi Richard, Where were you when I needed you!! If I had been allowed electric toothbrushes and Comet I would have been in hog heaven! As it was policy said Elbow Grease & TSP & do not let those TRs go out! Always,Ann B.

The wisdom behind your philosophy ranks right up there with the Dalai Lama,
and the veritable Siddhartha Gautama himself, Old Surfer Dude.
Enlightening, to be in your presence, sir.

Hey, look what I just found… the whole story about what AND how it happened to me at COS-MOD, concerning this Freedom Fed Credit Union. From the Scn Message Board:

Once upon a time, before disco was invented, there was a fellow named Bruce Wiseman who enjoyed setting up Scientology front groups. Being then resident in Sacramento, and working closely with Martin Samuels’ COSMOD mission there, he set up a credit union, which was then plundered. Here’s how it worked: investors were regged for significant amounts of money, typically in the tens of thousands of dollars. This was used to fund Freedom Federal Credit Union, which then began loaning the money to COSMOD public (to pay for services, I didn’t hear of a single loan for any other purpose), and which gave very preferential treatment to those who intended to become COSMOD staff. (COSMOD then had requirements for new staff which were quite rigorous, IIRC they had to be at least Dianetic auditors, with their Academy Levels paid for, and to have had a fair amount of auditing themselves.)

FFCU loaned out all of its cash within a year or two, boosting both COSMOD’s income and staff numbers, allowing for the Delphian Foundation and the new COSMOD Portland mission to be staffed, and providing enough students wanting to do the Academy Levels that the Sacramento Org was founded almost immediately after FFCU began operation. With no more cash to work with, FFCU was liquidated and taken over by the National Credit Union Administration. All of the investors were safe up to the $100,000 level, since the federal government guarantees that to customers of banks and credit unions. But very few of those who received the loans could pay them back. I heard stories of extremely demoralized NCUA employees calling up people with debts to FFCU, saying “I guess you’re on staff, have no assets and make essentially nothing, is that right?” They couldn’t collect anything from people making $15 a week, so at least 80% of them ended up defaulting on their loans. In this way Wiseman paid for somewhere around a million (mid-1970s) dollars worth of Scientology services with taxpayer money.

Quite an ingenius scam, wasn’t it?

-that’s it.
And, yes, that does describe how I got locked into Staff, I do testify.
What a day this is. God, I love the truth, honestly.
Why the whole (tax-paying) country doesn’t go up in arms is what makes me wonder.

ok,
yeah. I meant to say Risky Biz, my broken brain still occasionally sticks out like a sore thumb, huh?
I think they floated my needle not because my life was repaired, but rather because I had just finished paying them off for it, by borrowing.

(thanks to the ‘credit union’ set up by the very same mission, which, get this, was named “The Freedom Federal Credit Union”. Yes, it is legal to call your church-bank anything you want, but I think it was the Feds that came in and shut that front-shop down, for reasons that became obvious way too late for me…) Guiness Book of Records (sp) should open up some new categories under the heading of False Promises, but it would take up too many pages under the same banner of Scientology.

And tom has never called me, not even once.
I ain’t cryin no more.
But I got a thing or two left to say about the integrity of this cult, and the leader and the veritable spokes-person nearly as famous as Christ.
Lets just see who melts down first, me or this forsaken pseudo-…

excuse me. Nature calls and I have to deal with relative importances.

What…like a magic act? I stick with a good bottle of Merlot.

Been there, done that, bought a T-shirt…with barf all over it.

I up’d my rank by myself! Now I do, in fact, have the fucking rank to give a shit!

That’s the spirit, P00pie! As long as we have VO & ginger, who gives a fuck!

I shall, T.J. My band is playing tonight at a place called Don the Beachcomber.