Yes, being able to laugh at yourself is a good thing.

Yes, it IS funny, isn’t it 🙂 Well, at least we can laugh at ourselves 🙂

Yes and look what that got us: WWII.

Historical Note: Once Roem was useless to Hitler he was going to be taken out. The Night Of The Long Knives was inevitable.

Adolf Hitler (and his cronies) said that the German People were superior to everyone else.

Yep, we were low hanging fruit. And then later after the love bombing, we were the shit. LOL

Thanks, Cindy. Yes, I was arrogant too. I totally agree on all your points.

In fact, I cringe, thinking back on the arrogance I felt (and sometimes displayed) toward those who weren’t Scientologists.

Now, in my own defense, this arrogance was instilled in me as part of the love bombing. I certainly didn’t come IN to Scientology believing I was a superior being, a “big thetan”. Just the opposite in fact; I was dreadfully insecure, mostly as a reaction to a lot of losses thur death and stupid decisions I had made about these losses, etc. By the time I got in, my self confidence / self esteem levels were zero, and it must have been painfully obvious to them how pathetically I appreciated their approval. Ripe, low hanging fruit 🙂 And then, only 20 years later 🙂 I just knew I was the shit 🙂

No doubt you didn’t go into Scientology a narcissist either. We were just low hanging fruit, that’s all.

I can see the title to your tell all book, “I was a Scn-Made Narcissist.” I’d buy that book. What you said was all true. Not only have I seen it, but I have had it happen to me took, just the way you said. And LRH started the whole arrogance thing when he said stuff like, “We are the only ones with the tech to save this sector of the universe” and similar things. And by labeling Non Scns with the pejorative of “wog” LRH was planting the seeds of arrogance in us. That is one of my big pet peeves about Scns, is that they are arrogant. I was arrogant too when I was in. I’m working every day to shed that arrogance.

This is called love-bombing.

I am, was not, nor have I ever been anything remotely close to being a celebrity. But the staff of my little org treated me like one. Truth.

Some more truth; love bombing can be addicting. It was for me. In a wholly unconscious way.

I had no clue what was going on. No clue that the “flowing” of admiration to public was Standard Operating Procedure. Here I was the recipient of all this, continually… just for showing up.

I liked it. I began to believe it. I wanted MORE of it. More praise, more admiration. “Hey, I must be really something, huh? Let me be MORE of what they like so much”. I became narcissistic, NEEDING and EXPECTING the admiration from them. Convinced that it was justified; Of course it had to be true, or why else would they say such wonderful things (and they were good at it; no phoney flattery, no overdoing it; clever and subtle compliments and acknowledgements).

In brief, in not too long a time, I became ADDICTED to love-bombing. A narcissist.! With NO self awareness of being addicted to this, or how narcissistic it was to expect continual compliments, etc.

And people, I didn’t even HAVE a lot of money, and out of a small circle of my small business related aquaintances NO ONE knew who I was. I certainly wasn’t a celeb; no way was I a whale. But I got the love bombing treatment anyway, continually, for the time I was there.

So! if the staff of my little org could consider ME love-bomb worthy, , can you just IMAGINE how clobbered over the head love-bombed REAL celebrities and whales are?

Years later after I left I read online about how love-bombing of public by Scientology Class V org staff is just WHAT THEY DO!

And when I read this I was able to have a good laugh (at myself, for believing my own publicity, LOL) because by then I thoroughly understood that their “affinity” and professed admiration for me could (and did) magically evaporate into thin air once it was conclusively determined that I was “disaffected” and as such could not be “handled”.

its like this: when you’re IN, you’re wonderful, and when you’re out, you’re not 🙂

I was glad to understand the phoniness of my relationship with and to them. It was a big win, actually. A relief. I didn’t have to feel guilty for leaving them. I didn’t have to worry that I had hurt them!

They had never really liked me. Liking and admiring me were merely part of their job. Thir “hat”.

Pretty cold blooded on their part but I’m glad I got to see it all for what it was. I’m glad not to be a narcissist any more!

This is called love-bombing. Back then I was not familiar with this term.

I am, was not, nor have I ever been anything remotely close to being a celebrity. But the staff of my little org treated me like one. Truth.

Some more truth; love bombing can be addicting. It was for me. In a wholly unconscious way.

I had no clue what was going on. No clue that the “flowing” of admiration to to me as a public Scientologist and member of their org was Standard Operating Procedure. All I had to do was show up, and…wow! I was SOMEBODY. (They were good at this, by the way. Never obvious.)

I liked it. I began to believe it. I wanted MORE of it. MORE praise, MORE admiration. “Hey, I must be really something, huh? Let me be MORE of what they like so much”.

I became narcissistic, NEEDING and EXPECTING the admiration from them. Convinced that it was justified; Of course it had to be true, or why else would they say such wonderful things (and again they were good at it; no phoney flattery, no overdoing it; clever and subtle compliments and acknowledgements).

In brief, in not too long a time, I became ADDICTED to love-bombing. A narcissist.! With NO self awareness of being addicted to this, or how narcissistic it was to expect continual compliments, etc.

And people, I didn’t even HAVE a lot of money, and out of a small circle of my small business related aquaintances NO ONE knew who I was. I certainly wasn’t a celeb; no way was I a whale. But I got the love bombing treatment anyway, continually, for the time I was there.

So! if the staff of my little org could consider ME love-bomb worthy, , can you just IMAGINE how clobbered over the head love-bombed REAL celebrities and whales are?

Years later after I left I read online about how love-bombing of public by Scientology Class V org staff is just WHAT THEY DO!

And when I read this I was able to have a good laugh (at myself, for believing my own publicity, LOL) because by then I thoroughly understood that their “affinity” and professed admiration for me could (and did) magically evaporate into thin air once it was conclusively determined that I was “disaffected” and as such could not be “handled”.

its like this: when you’re IN, you’re wonderful, and when you’re out, you’re not 🙂

I was glad to understand the phoniness of my relationship with and to them. It was a big win, actually. A relief. I didn’t have to feel guilty for leaving them. I didn’t have to worry that I had hurt them!

They had never really liked me. Liking and admiring me were merely part of their job. Thir “hat”.

Pretty cold blooded on their part but I’m glad I got to see it all for what it was. I’m glad not to be a narcissist any more!