thank you Secret 4. Retribution and closure comes to me as well,
as I hear all these stories so strikingly similar to my own.
My trap.
My refusal to recognize the trap.
My love and trust of the founder and the executives I worked for that worked for him.
My betrayal.
And the silence, absence of presence at the awakening that is my own.
The injustice that makes scientology get rich and endure.
Scientology IS:
Ignorance made to be profitable, the ignorance of stealing identity, the ignorance of supplanting a false identity, calling it scientology and calling it something to actually believe in.

Thank god for all who post. I can laugh now, because… the problem?
I used to think it was only me. And,
Gus, now you know even better why and how I feel so grateful.
All you animals out there, boys and girls,
I love your eyeballs and your tongues. With you, its not so bad, being a bug. Carry on.

And DAVID MISCAVIGE gets closer to Paradise, bliss if you will,
by virtue of his very own ever-expanding immensity.
I’m not ordinarily one to use a diety’s name in vain, but,
my god.
My GOD vs. a megalomaniac. Cue the laughter of gods as this ship sails endlessly into the abyss of the deep, blue sea.

What a great synopsis THAT was, Digs. Thank you.
Matt, good question.

Dan Locke, that was a good post. Thanks for telling about what happened. I’d love to hear some of the original or early members stories about LRH, we get a little taste of it when Ann B. talks about her experiences, and it always leaves us wanting to hear more. I think so many people got into the movement in the early times because of altruistic reasons and with good intentions. I think it began to go downhill shortly before LRH was no longer around, and with each mis-step (breaking up the mission network, the greed of regging for the I.A.S.) it became less and less of the type of group that caring people wanted to join. I wish someone could compose a book of the original members memories, I’d love to read it. – T.J.

As a member of that indigenous community I would first like to say that I am not offended in the least bit by the “H” word and second that if my fellow Appalachians had known about the goin’s on with the townies there would have been one hell of a feud!

Not if they hard sell some sucker public to bring it to Sunday service for nothing.

Here here.

I do so thank all of those who left and wrote books. and Mike for this blog, and all those who post. It’s so helpful.

I like hearing facts. I like hearing how it was for one, for another. I join the throng of those wishing Broeker would speak.

We all did, “ha” is right. We had a lot of help, though, keeping those blinders in place. The Big Picture was kept out of view, always. The close-up was kept focused on you, and you were made out to appear as flawed as possible, keeping you addicted to the need for evermore auditing. We were well-shielded from the actual truth – truth when it comes to auditing, truth as to what auditing was worth, truth regarding for whom auditing benefited, in the end, and for whom it created emotional chaos as the church gained more and more wealth.

Scientology is a lie, built upon the entrapment of one mind at a time. Through and through, it cannot and will not describe itself for what it really is – as doing so would surely bring down the entire house of cards.

For that to happen, we needed the internet.

Now that we do, we have our “Leaders” and we have those fellows around us who have come to realize the true nature of LRH’s grand design.
There are those who are silent and those who speak.
And I long to hear the voice of Alan Larson, who, while in the depths of my own delusion, I surely loved and admired and trusted. What does Alan say about scientology today. What does he attribute his doctorate to?

If, however, he wishes to remain silent, I personally grant him the privilege. That is all I have to give. He was a dedicated man, to be sure, and deserves his privacy in these later years. Like me, I would say he has earned it. At the same time, however, I have to say that there is a certain loss of respect, the same way I have lost respect for Lafayette R. Hubbard, as the truth has been revealed.

I am glad he is out. And to repeat where I began, I hope all my peeps are out.
We are fools no more.

Way to go, Coop! Smiling and living your life to the fullest and not living in angst over the wife and kids and in laws who disconnected. You are setting a good example for others of us who have lost loved ones to disconnection. Kudos to you. The best revenge is a life well lived!

The Church of Scientology maintains itself upon a structure of secrecy.

Expose the lie that is”Tthe “Bridge to Total Freedom” and the whole thing would come crumbling down.
The secret must be protected, and so every measure is taken to insure that everything that does happen on that “Bridge” remains as unknown as possible. Hence, it is forbidden for scientologists to discuss their “case”, that which goes on in auditing, amongst each other. Flimsy reasons are given for this policy, but it remains so.

All that goes on in session is written down, notes taken in real time word-for-word, or as close to it as possible, this recording being the primary function of the auditor…

(operating unaware, btw. These interrogations will later be used, when opportune, as leverage to keep the subject motivated to remain isolated. Sinister as it is, blackmail is just one method of coercion to keep the subject a willing slave. This motive is also undercover. Again, maintaining the secrecy is paramount).

Central Files would have to be some kind of warehousing nightmare. A single file would accumulate an unimaginable volume of cubic space in his/her lifetime. The system does not enjoy the benefit of computerization. It all remains in hand-written form. Computers would make it possible to reveal the essential secret in a single hour, after all.

For the rest of us, this remains as something of a joke. But it is no joke if you are the unfortunate one sent down to central files for any task whatsoever. It is actually a form of punishment, a way to keep a lug occupied, much like sending your useless spy agent to Siberia.