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As I wrote earlier, I got sucked into Scientology in 1995.
Over the years I was badgered into signing several
Sea Org contracts, but
then a crazy cycle of setting a completely unreal arrival date
would ensue, and I would be left feeling like I had committed
some "overt", and go into the self-invalidation thing. I was
told to "be OT". I'm sure
this is a familiar cycle to many of you.
In 2002 I was
brainwashed enough to sell my practice and move to
Clearwater to go full time "up the
bridge". That
fall, they got me going again by telling me that they were
buying a small plane and needed a pilot. I thought, THIS is the
kind of game I would love! I can "save the planet" etc etc.
Well, of course, I wanted that in writing, and it wasn't
happening. The terminal involved, who was supposedly quite high
on the org board, simply could not understand finance or
airplane data. So, again, I dropped it.
In 2003, I met my husband on a Scientology dating website. He is
also a pilot, and was and "old"
OT VIII. He had
been in the SO
briefly when he was much younger, so for a while the recruiters
left us alone.
In February of 2005, I went in for my "six month check". The
recruiter got talking to my husband and he said he had taken
LSD. She
suggested that he read the "policy" on this and see if he really
did take it or not (how ridiculous—a person knows if he took LSD
or not!), and he thought maybe he didn't after all, so "meter
checks" were done. He was then told that he didn't, and we
started getting the heavy-duty reg cycle to join again. (He did
take LSD) Well, by now, I was pretty heavily indoctrinated, so I
decided that I really COULD "confront" joining the SO, despite
the many
outpoints I had observed as public. I was told that I could
take my cats, and that they could be indoor cats, as I didn't
want them outside running around. I got a written "CSW"
from the Sr. HAS
FLB, a little girl
named Jasmine, who seemed (at the time) very uptone and into the
"spirit of play".
One of my big stops before was the fact that I wasn't allowed to
see the berthing. They showed pictures (all lies). Well, with
cats, I had to know it would be a liveable solution (for those
of you who don't know, I am a feline veterinarian by
profession.) I was told I had to arrange for the cats to be
somewhere else during the
EPF. (After being
there, I can assure you, that once you are "caught" you'll never
get out to get them.) So, we decided my husband would do the EPF
first, then fix up a room for the cats, then he would have them
there and I would do the EPF. We set a target date of December
31 of 2005.
More and more lies started coming our way. We were told that we
would always have days off together. That every Saturday morning
was free time. That all food, vitamins, etc was taken care of,
and any medical care or dental care would be paid for by the SO.
I was concerned because I had seen SO members disappear and was
told that "his wife got ill". I thought, why would they leave,
and where would they go? Wouldn't they be considered valuable
members and get the best of care? I was assured that they were
getting great care at some "home". We were told that there's an
exercise facility at the Hacienda, and there's a pool. Staff
gets 3 weeks off a year, you know, to go wherever they want. Etc
etc. The recruiter, Brenda, told me the EPF would last 4-5 days.
So, then they started getting the big guns out. The
CO, ol' Debbie, came
and met with us. She told me that my husband was needed on the
TTC before the end of March. This was completely unreal to me. I
was actually getting the flu or something that night, & felt
sick, so I was quite rude to her. I told her that I didn't want
to be somebody's stat.
She said she had plenty of good stats and didn't need us! She
called me an "amazon woman". Just wait, Debbie, I'm just getting
going!
To make a very long story shorter, I'll just say that Sam Scelza
started following Mike around, practically moved into the house.
We finally relented, he quit his job, and went into the EPF. His
EPF lasted 7 days. We had a lot of debt, and some pretty
squirrely
handlings were suggested. I got very upset by this whole thing.
Of course, I was thrown into session. My "six month check" which
usually lasted about 5 days, went on for almost 2 months.
So, Mike finished the EPF, then he had been told he could help
me handle the rest of the cycles. So he came back home. We
started selling our stuff, you know the drill. I found homes for
2 of my cats that I knew could not deal with living in one room.
He was now officially a "Sea Org " member, so he could see the
rooms. A "large" room with a porch was vacated for us. Mike told
me it was horrible. There were termites, cockroaches, nasty
stinking carpet, a hole in the bathroom wall, an old dishwasher
that didn't work; a bare light bulb hung in the kitchen. We had
permission to fix up the room any way we wanted, at our expense,
of course. Another SO member, Sonia Rodriquez, may she rot in
hell (she's there already), who is the "ESTO
I/C", had helped
recruit me. She asked Mike to tile her room too. So, he busted
his butt to tile 2 bedrooms, the bathroom, the kitchen, and part
of the common area. He put in a new toilet, bought some light
fixtures, got rid of the old dishwasher, and actually made it
look pretty decent. Still had the cockroaches & termites,
though. He screened our porch and put in a cat door for my cats.
We spent about 2 grand on all this. (For those who don't know,
at the Hacienda, 4 married couples share a floor, which has 4
bedrooms and 2 bathrooms.)
So, finally, I routed into the EPF, and a few days later he
moved the cats into the Hacienda. We took our own furniture as
well.
At first, the EPF seemed like a game. I was told to wear a
t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I didn't own a pair of sneakers
that was comfortable, so I had to go buy some. I was told there
were plenty of clothes, and the "uniforms" would be provided.
This was another lie. There were no jeans that fit me at all.
The shirts were pretty beat up. We got yelled at for having
stains on the shirts, but that's what they gave us. At first, I
was put into a room with only one other person. This wasn't too
bad. I was supposed to be auditing on
OT VII. I was
told that provisions would be made for me to do that. Guess
again! The EPF I/C said that I would have to work it out, that
there wasn't a place, or time, etc. I did manage to get a room,
but often they would lock it up so I couldn't get in. It was a
room in the nasty old staff collge. So
downstat! The
public gets beautiful courserooms, the staff gets a shithole.
After the first week, I pretty much just fell asleep in there
when I tried to audit. I had to buy protein bars just to keep
from starving. And, of course, there were no vitamins. We had to
get out laundry done, somehow, but we were forced to go to bed
by a certain time. But of course, the laundry had to be done. At
first we had a guy who did it. Then he left. For a while,
another person had to do it. We had to PAY to have our laundry
done!!!!!! Not only are you a slave, you PAY to be one!!! The
rest of the time, we would have to stay up or get up really
early to get our clothes washed. At the QI, just like the
Hacienda, there aren't enough machines, so you have to fight
over them and wait until there is one. The dog-eat-dog attitude
in the SO is unreal. All this, of course, causes sleep
deprivation, which is the hallmark of brainwashing
organizations.
My roommate "finished" and I had a room to myself. This slipped
by for a few days, then I was ordered to move next door, with 5
other women. There were many empty rooms. But, they wanted us to
have to fight over a shower and be crowded in together. So, 2 of
us had to sleep on the floor, in pull out beds, while there were
plenty of rooms available.
So, I finished the courses in 4 days. I fully expected to
complete. The EPF I/C would lie to me and say "tomorrow". This
went on for a while. I thought, they're fucking with me. Then I
would think, they wouldn't do that, would they? But, it was too
obvious. The MEST
work was usually made up stuff, just to see if we would do it.
For example, one day, they sent me and a new Italian recruit,
who was going into the TTC, and had probably never done any hard
MEST work in her life, to move large pieces of plywood from
under the spiral of the parking garage, into a little room just
off the entry to the parking garage. There were rats and spiders
in there. She would just be in tears but kept on going.
Later I was sent out to Sherwood Gardens to work on the grounds.
This actually was fun, as I like doing work on plants. The first
few days, the poor little Italian girl, and a girl from England
were sent with me. They were both very white and hadn't been in
the sun much. I suggested that they use sunscreen but they
didn't have any. I made sure we had LOTS of water, and at the
time I still believed
LRH's bullshit about salt & potassium, so I brought my own &
gave it to them. They both got FRIED. The Italian girl was
blistered and crying. She had to stay at the QI the next day.
The EPF I/C just laughed. He was annoyed, I think, because I
didn't get burned, and I love the outdoors. The bad thing when
we were there was that we didn't get to go back to eat, they
brought food out (sooner or later). It was usually cold nasty
eggs with some kind of sausage pieces, or cold pancakes, very
soggy (high protein there).
They told me they had just bought Sherwood Gardens. It was full
of drug dealers, gays, losers of all types, and in very bad
shape. I recently found out they have owned it for years. I saw
drug deals going down. They said that the leases hadn't expired,
or they would throw those people out. All lies.
Then I found out I wouldn't really be able to drive my car
without "car school", a very suppressive course full of things
that are hard for most people to understand. In it LRH tells you
how to wash a car—like he knows!! But of course, we all just buy
it. I, by then, just wanted to get through it, because I was
GOING to be able to drive. I finished it pretty fast. They try
to tell you you can't do it until you finish some other very
long bullshit courses like "FLB Basic Hat". I said bullshit, I'm
doing this.
During this EPF period, I hardly saw my husband. I was there for
3 weeks, but it seemed like eternity. I was jerked around
unbelievably. I kept asking the EPF I/C why I wasn't allowed to
finish. He told me all kinds of lies. Once he told me I "wasn't
third dynamically oriented". Sam Scelza came in one night, late,
and told me that it was a problem to bring the cats. I blew up.
I said, then get me the hell out of here! So later, sweet little
Sonia came and told me that I just had all the wrong reactions
to be a Sea Org member—I should have said, "how can we as a
group solve this?" Her suggestion was to pretend I was giving
her half my cats. So I "agreed" to this. After the first 5-6
days in the EPF, I knew it was mind-fuck. But, realize, I was
there, a prisoner, BEING mind-fucked. The EPF I/C would tell me
my completion was on the line, he would know at 8 PM. 8 PM would
come & go. I'd ask him and he would yell at me. This went on &
on. Finally one day I just lost it. I stood about 2 inches from
his face and just screamed back at him. I told him that I didn't
believe that LRH wanted a bunch of pansy slaves for SO members
(how wrong I was!). I was afraid that if I left, I'd never see
my husband or my cats again, so I figured, grit your teeth, get
through it no matter what, and then resolve it.
One time a "fitness board" was scheduled so I could finish. The
EPF I/C didn't show up with the folders. Again, intentional. So,
it had to be rescheduled for the next week. I was furious.
The day finally came that I was "allowed" to go to the Hacienda.
My car battery was dead. I found someone to jump it for me.
Then, the security guard would not let me out. I had to go back
and get a written note to allow me to drive my own car!!!
So, I got there. My husband was in isolation for a cold (but—clears
don't GET colds, do they???). My cats' litter boxes were filthy,
as he hadn't been there for a day or 2. Ol' Sonia had promised
to take care of them. It was a mess in there! Mike wasn't given
time to unpack our stuff. So I spent my "day off" that I got for
finishing the EPF, cleaning the room.
I'll continue later.