Saturday, November 21, 2009
What is acquiescence?
"Acquiescence is a legal term used to describe an act of a person in knowingly standing by without raising any objection to infringement of his rights, when someone else is unknowingly and honestly putting in his resources under the impression that the said rights actually belong to him. Consequently, the person whose rights are infringed cannot anymore make a claim against the infringer or succeed in an injunction suit due to his conduct. The term is most generally, "permission" given by silence or passiveness. Acceptance or agreement by keeping quiet or by not making objections."
1. Action or inaction which binds a person legally even though it was not intended as such.
2. Action or inaction which binds a person legally even though it was not intended as such.
3. Action which is not intended as a direct acceptance of a contract will nevertheless stand as such as it implies recognition of the terms of the contract.
4. Bitten apple: For example, if I display a basket of fruit in a marketplace and you come by, inspect an apple and then bite into it, you have acquiesced to the contract of sale of that apple.
5. Acquiescence also refers to allowing too much time to pass since you had knowledge of an event which may have allowed you to have legal recourse against another, implying that you waive your rights to that legal recourse."
DM and his Shadowmen have made Scientology = the abandonment of rights, an acquiescence to the church made in fear over losing one's salvation. DM and his Shadowmen did this while hiding behind the UN Charter of Human Rights. This is scandalous and spiritually criminal! This type of behavior is exactly what Karma punishes.
Marty Rathbun has answered to acquiescence with insouciance. This is close, but the better answer, the superior synthesis is Revolution. There is a Major Revolution occurring inside and outside of CoS. Theta is natively rebelling. Scientologists experience this Revolution in different ways. However, they know that an undeniable change, a major shift is underway. IMO, Marty senses the runaway Energy and wants to constructively channel it into a creative "LRH Tech Renaissance" that he characterizes as a spirit of insouciance. His efforts will gain some support, but as I see it, the Group Engram has to release all of its stored Energy before things can relax back down to a stable state condition. This could take years and years. Scientology will never be the same.
What is happening in Scientology is an asymmetrical, runaway spiritual event, a vast unwinding and uncoiling of stored Energy. In the history of movements, senior people die as a symbol of an era passing away. IMO, Earle Cooley's recent death was a Karmic indicator that the era of DM is drawing to a close.
Marc Headley, or "BFG" as he was known to we critics when he first began posting online about life on Scientology's once-secret Int Base, tells a riveting story in his new "must read" book.
The first time I met BFG was at a restaurant. It was a mind-bending few hours as he related his stories of life at Gold. All of it belonged in a book. In this book, Marc shows the world how Scientology gets made and it is not ideal. Marc's book offers a "Scientology Sea Org:101" course for readers who want to know about the Sea Org up close and personal. The book includes a convenient Glossary of Scientology terms to help readers new to the subject understand Scienospeak.
Marc Headley delivers an exciting, page-turning narrative. His stories are shocking and yet he ultimately escapes from behind Scientology's Iron Curtain. Soon after Marc blew his wife Claire followed him, thus proving that Love is more powerful than the chains of Scientology. Blown for Good is an exceptional firsthand account from a Scientology survivor who became a major figure in the critics movement.
I remember when Marc and Claire showed up at one of the early Anonymous protests. They are, and remain, heroes of the movement against the abuses of the Church of Scientology. I took this picture of Marc speaking outside of the HGB in Hollywood:
This is one of my favorite BFG photos because it shows Marc down in the trenches with the rest of us. Marc is not an "Ivory Tower" guy. He took great risks when he posted as BFG at xenu.net and the other message boards. When this photo was taken, the Cult of Scientology had convinced LAPD that Anonymous was a highly dangerous group. The LAPD presence was staggering and we protesters were treated as a threat by hostile police, including undercover agents, helicopters, and OSA's private PI's. Counted among OSA's PI's were former FBI and Secret Service agents. The Cult was filming and photographing protesters in an attempt to intimidate us. It did not work. LAPD later realized that Anonymous was not a threat and that CoS had vastly hyper-inflated everything. Of course, hyper-exaggeration is not surprising coming from a Cult that tells of Space Lord Xenu nuking volcanoes full of people! That was some tax audit, eh?
At the time of this particular protest, Marc had OSA on his back in a way that few people did. He and Claire were being harassed and followed. Marc was OSA's SP #1 in the world and remains high on the SP list so far as Cult Dictator David Miscavige is concerned!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
What drives this angry, hostile, Cult? It is not just the money; money simply serves to fuel the fanaticism. Nancy's book takes a deep look into Scientology, a predatory, psycho-occultic system of practices designed to strip its members of everything and create Homo Novis, a Master Race. Nancy speaks from direct experiences gained during her 27 years in Scientology.
Nancy's book is timely, for Scientology has recently gone on a PR offensive to prove that it is somehow good. Yet, the long-time OT's who have publicly departed and two recent Scientology suicides tell quite another story. Culture needs to understand the Evil that is Scientology. Nancy's book serves to give people real facts from a former top-ranking Sea Org member. It takes a great deal of courage to speak out against the Cult of Scientology and Nancy does so in order to prevent others falling victim to this most demented cult.
From Nancy's website:
"To a young, teenage girl, Scientology seemed to be just what the author was looking for; a way to improve herself and attain spiritual enlightenment. But it was only after she joined Scientology’s elite inner circle, the Sea Organization, and signed a Billion Year contract that she discovered the dark world of fanaticism and abuse at the center of Scientology’s vast empire.
"For more than two decades she worked at all levels of the organization, from serving as a personal aide to the founder of Scientology, L. Ron Hubbard, who placed her in charge of the religion’s worldwide expansion to becoming the head of Celebrity Center, the organization that caters to it’s celebrity members.
"Early in her Scientology career, she spent five years as a covert agent engaged in espionage activities for the Church’s shadowy Guardian’s Office. After leaving the Sea Org she spent an additional two years as an undercover operative for the “reformed” Guardian’s Office, the Office of Special Affairs, which continued the same pattern of covert intelligence and dirty tricks against the Church’s perceived enemies while using intense legal attacks and bolstered by hire private investigators. She personally experienced the Sea Organization’s Rehabilitation Project Force; a labor camp where erring members are “re-educated”.
"When her loyalty came into question she was subjected to weeks of grueling interrogation, ending up in restraints after being rushed to a hospital by ambulance, unable to even recognize her husband.
"It is a shocking story of abuse, imprisonment, espionage, lies, mental torture and suicide- vital reading for anyone who wants to know what goes on behind Scientology’s curtain.
“Nancy Many’s book is the first full-length study to provide insight into how some of Scientology’s techniques and policies may cause or contribute to severe mental health problems among members.”
Stephen A. Kent
Professor, Department of Sociology,
Adjunct Professor, Department of
Religious Studies, University of Alberta
“My Billion Year Contract is a voyage thru the horrors of abuse and injustice in the name of the human soul. In the midst of it, we find
the healing power of the Human Spirit and Love. This memoir is of an unlikely and unwilling hero who faces the darkest of our human demons to help others. Not only is her journey riveting, she provides you will deep insight into psychosis and mind control.”
Dr. James Dincalci
Retired Psychotherapist, founder
of the Forgiveness Foundation and author of How to Forgive When You Can’t.
“This story is about the most powerful examples of how things can go wrong with the use of Scientology. It was only the deep love of her husband that brought her back from the cliff.”
Thursday, August 20, 2009
The OT's on Hollywood Boulevard tell quite another story. Indeed, these OT's are Truth Revealed, for they stand powerlessly in the Twilight Glare of Scientology, casting their long shadows that call to the approaching night. The once-vaunted Scientology OT's proved completely unable to stop, or even slow, the Anonymous Onslaught. The Twilight Glare, and not The Golden Dawn, is the Reality for Scientology:
There OT's leaving Scientology like never before. New OT VIII Geir Isene has just left CoS after twenty-five years. He publicly offered a thoughtful, comprehensive eight page Write Up explaining why.
There are other Scientologists writing up their thoughts and concerns online. One of the most brilliant blogs out there is Ask the Scientologist. In a recent post, David Miscavige (DM) was discussed. It occurred to me that DM's Karma is eerily following that of LRH almost to the letter: DM is now spending time at sea, in non-extradition countries, or in the relative seclusion and security of Scientology bases that are safe-pointed by retired police officers who have proven their ability to "shoot to kill" as in the case of Mario Majorski.
The Collapse of CoS began at a Cultural Level following Tom Cruise's badly miscalculated media missteps in 2005. The Critics reached Critical Mass in 2005 when the dam broke. Critical Mass allowed for the fight against Scientology to shift from the Internet Level to the Cultural Level.
The collapse hyper-accelerated in 2008 following The Anonymous Onslaught. This onslaught shifted the Collapse of CoS from the Cultural to the Structural Level.
A potent new phase of the collapse occurred with the revelations brought about the St. Petersburg Times stories on David Miscavige. These stories shifted the Collapse of CoS from the Structural to the Dictator Level, for they offered eyewitness, executive strata testimony against David Miscavige.
The next phases of Collapse of CoS are already underway and have shifted the collapse from the Dictator to the Legal Level and will occur in courtrooms.
This is Karma. This is people speaking out and taking action. Scientology sewed the wind and is reaping the whirlwind.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Here are excerpt's from Marc Headley's post of 14 Oct 2007 at xenu.net:
"MUSICAL CHAIRS - INT BASE STYLE
"It was just another day in hell.
"We had been 'restricted' to the CMO Int/WDC conference room for 2 months now. The basic R-factor (Reality Factor) was that until all org boards and postings for the Int Base, FB and Class V orgs were done, we were not allowed to leave. We had to sleep under our desks each night and food was brought in. We were allowed to go down to the Gold Estates Building for showers if we went down real early. We were not allowed to be around while other base staff were around.
"We were allowed to go to different areas of the Base, if it was regarding a specific COB order that had been issued. If we were to have been found to cross order COB in any way while we were in any areas, it was an immediate RPF assignment...
"Today’s meeting will be at 3PM in the CIC conference room in CMO Int. This room holds about 20 people max and that is with about 10 sitting on one side of the table and the rest standing behind them or sitting in chairs in the room behind the ones sitting at the table. The other side of the table is for Dave. He usually sits at the table and has a set variety of things that have been placed there by his stewards before the meeting:
"Water (specific brand that only he drinks) No one would dare drink that same brand water!
Pack of Camel non-filter cigarettes
Tape recorder (unless room is hardwired for recording which all Int Base conference rooms are)
"The attendants of this meeting are the CST guys, Russ Bellin and his staff that are running projects at the Base, CMO Int execs, and Gold Execs...
"He (David Miscavige) then asks for a copy of the “Queen’s Greatest Hits” CD to be brought down to the conference room. After it is brought down he plays the CD for us and tells us to listen. You have got to picture this. You have 20 people who probably don’t give a crap about Queen, have not eaten, are tired and exhausted do not care about mixing or at least are certainly not going to take away a whole lot in terms of learning about it today, but yet we listen…
"While Dave is playing the CD for us, I think during “Keep Yourself Alive” he suddenly becomes very happy and jumps up from the table. “I just had a great idea!” he says. He is the happiest any of us have seen him in months, almost in glee about this new idea that has popped into his head. He says that we should get something to eat, then get all of CMO Int rounded up and into the WDC conference room for a meeting in about an hour. He says to remove the table from the middle of the room and make sure that there are enough chairs for EVERY SINGLE PERSON to sit down. He is very clear to make sure we understand this part...
"It is around 5:30PM.
"Dave shows up and talks about the org boards and postings, He also talks about how there have been over 500 people that have been musical chaired off post over the last 5 years. (He leaves out the part about most of them being as a result of his orders) He then asks a few people what musical chairs means. About 3 people answer with the Scientology definition of musical chairs, no one seems to know that it means something else. One guy from Programs says that it is a game. Dave has him explain the game to everybody.
“'Good. So you guys understand the game?'” Dave asks. 'Okay, well today we are all going to find out how the entirety of Scientology feels about you guys playing musical chairs with the posts of international Scientology orgs and the Int Base. We are going to play the game musical chairs, but with a twist. You are all going to walk around these chairs here, while the music plays, a chair will be removed, and whoever does not get a chair when the music stops, well, that person will be offloaded from the Int Base.'”
“'Those are the rules and that is the game. Oh and the person who is left standing when all but one chair is pulled out will stay here and help me repost the base and get Scientology expanded. This is not a joke and I am not kidding. You guys have fucked with me for the last time. I am going to find out right now and right here, who is the most determined to stay here.'”
"You can imagine the horror on the faces in the room. There were about 70 people in the room and everybody knew that this was going to be a very cutthroat ordeal.
"And what did 'offloaded' mean? There were so many definitions for this word at the Int Base that this was not so clear. To most this would mean that they were going to be given $500 put on a bus to the middle of nowhere and told to never come back. Some had the hope that it meant to a lower org maybe. To some it meant going to the RPF in ANZO, CANADA or AFRICA where no external trouble could be caused.
"There was a lot of fumbling around to get the chairs into a giant circle. Dave had the Cine Sec Gold (Federico Tisi) bring up a video camera so they whole thing could be videoed. This was going to be a major production!
"Dave played a few CDs. The Queen one did not work for what he was trying to do. 'We are the Champions' was not the right message for this. 'Mozart's Requiem Mass' was what I think he ended up using. How appropriate!
"Anyway, the first people to go were the usual suspects, the older, more reserved bunch. As people would leave the game, Dave had them lined up in one area of the room. He would jab comments at them and apologize for it having to end up like this. If the person was married or had a spouse in Gold, he would ask them why they had not thought about this before. 'Is it real to you now?' he would ask.
"One guy, John Oldfield, was leaving the game. He was married to Megan Oldfield in Gold. She was a video editor and they had been married at least few years. John had tears running down his face. Dave asked him why he was crying. John said that he was going to miss Megan and that he did not want to have to leave like this. Dave said, “Well you never cried for me!”
"To prove that he was not kidding, Dave had one of his staff go off and come back with actual airline tickets printed up with the people’s names on them. They were handed out to people that had been kicked from the game so far.
"As the amount of people was getting thinner, Dave started to let the music play longer. This went on for hours...
"As the final people were weeding out, people were being thrown to the ground, pushed against walls and otherwise totally fighting for a chair. If you could imagine what it would be like if pro athletes played a game of musical chairs, that was what it was like for the last 15 or so people.
"It was very sad to watch. People, who were best friends for years, were throwing their best friend to the ground for a chance to get a seat in a chair. Most of the people who had lost were just made to stand there and wait. Wait and do nothing except wonder where you would end up, what would you do, who would you ever see again?
"Most of these people knew nothing else except for the Int Base. They had very little or no family, or at least they had not seen their family in so long, they did not even know if they could go to them.
"No one had credit cards, bank accounts, any more than 50 dollars to their name. Very few staff had driver’s licenses and fewer had vehicles. And even if they did have a vehicle, it either did not run or had been years since they had registered or insured it. How would they live, how would they even eat? What would their spouses think of them? Would they be told that they were an SP and never hear from their family or partner again?
"There were now around 70 people standing off in this big group. These people were now being referred to as the “Offload Group” by Dave. 50% had either been crying or were crying at this point. The other half might have even been happy to get the hell out of there or did not care enough either way to cry.
"The last 4 people were Greg Wilhere, Sue Wilhere, Mark Ingber and Lisa Schroer. Mark was literally thrown aside by Greg Wilhere. Lisa beat out Greg for a seat.
"Sue Wilhere and Lisa Schroer walked around a single chair for what seemed to be an eternity while Mozart rang out. Then the music stopped.
"The music stops and both of them fight for the single seat.
"As fate would have it, Lisa Schroer got the seat and Sue was sent to the side.
“'A deal is a deal,'” Dave Miscavige says to Lisa, 'you can stand next to me.'”
“'The rest of you are not done yet. We still have to figure out where you will all end up going.'”
"At this point Dave tells everybody to split up into groups of 7 and that no couples can be in any groups. So if both you and your spouse were in the room, you would have to go to different groups so that even once offloaded, you could not be together!
"The groups were split into seven separate groups. 10 people in seven groups of ten.
'Dave asked the first group where the thought that they should go. Of course none of them could agree on one place as there were 10 different people from 10 completely different places in the world. 'Okay, I know how to solve this' Dave has Marj Habshied brought into the room from here office. Marj was working in ESI as the SO#1 I/C. People would right in to ED INT from orgs all over the planet and she would answer them for him. Most of the time he would not even see the responses or even care to read them. This went on for years. Anyway, Marj was fresh on DM’s mind from this flap that had recently come up, so she would decide the fate of ten people today.
'DM was also careful to make sure that everyone in the room knew that no one could tip Marj off to what was going on in the room. Everybody needed to put on a happy face and not say ONE SINGLE WORD to Marj when she came in.
'Marj walks into the room. Dave asked her if she knows a lot about the different Conts around the world and the state of the Scientology orgs in each. She said that she was very knowledgeable about this as she gets letters from all areas and knows which ones complain about what in each area. Dave asked her to tell him which one that she felt was the worst of all. She hemmed and hawed a bit, but eventually came up with Canada.
'Dave had someone sent off to fetch the Org photos binders for Canada that exist in the Landlord office. These photos were weekly updated binders of all orgs and Sea Org units in Canada.
'Marj was asked to wait by Dave until the photos arrived. Little did Marj know that she was actually deciding where ten people would end up going after being offloaded tonight.
'The photos arrive and sure enough there are pictures of black toilets crusted in filth, 15 beds in a single room at the CLO berthing, Showers with green mold on the tiles, etc. The photos were horrid. In the binder it had said that the CLO had been broken into just a week prior and that the CLO was behind on rent and the crew had not been paid in many weeks. The CLO was not making enough money to purchase food for the crew and some had been working on missions in the orgs so that they could get food and berthing money to support at least themselves.
'Dave asked Marj if she was sure that this is the Cont that she considered the worst of all. She agreed and was dismissed. As soon as she left the room and was out of earshot, Dave said that the first group would be going to Canada.
'Dave then asked the next group who they thought the most out ethics person on the base was, This person was brought up to the room and then their Cont was picked out.
'This went on for at least an hour, Dave reading out things about the Cont, showing the pictures around the room, making sure that everybody could see that any place they went was going to suck and that no matter what, the INT Base was a resort compared to any of these places... "
Thursday, May 21, 2009
We were sent to England in early May of 1945 in an American Army DC-3. A day or so after we landed we were having lunch with Allen Dulles when his aide came into the room and said that the BBC had just broadcast the news that Himmler had commited suicide while in American captivity. Arnaud made the strange remark that Himmler would be replaced by the powers of Evil. Allen Dulles, with whom we having lunch asked Arnaud what this meant. A conversation ensued in which Allen Dulles of the American OSS learned of Arnuad's occult and alchemical studies.
"This was not so unusual as you might think because many Germans, especially the Nazis, had occult fascinations during the war. Arnaud, who was not a Nazi, shared the broader European fascination with occultism that had arisen in the 1920's during a renaissance of Madame Blavatsky's work. The OSS learned that Arnaud had a pre-war friendhip with Aliester Crowley and this interested Allen Dulles very much.
"Mr. Dulles had learned that Crowley was the occultic teacher of Jack Parsons, the American rocket scientist who worked at the Jet Propulsion Labs in Pasadena, California. This was all very pleasing to the Americans as it meant that Arnaud would probably be very happy to come to America and work with Jack Parsons. So Arnaud's OSS handler arranged for him to secretly meet Crowley in London to renew their pre-war friendship. When the OSS became the CIA in 1947, nothing changed for Arnaud and he continued to work with Jack Parsons. Jack was a very complex and charming man.
"Arnuad's meeting with Crowley lasted a few days. Arnaud and Aliester had many discussions, all of which they knew were being secretly recorded by Mr. Dulles. This did not matter as their talk centered on non-scientific matters and focused on Crowley's work with the Golden Dawn in America and Jack Parsons. Arnaud agreed to meet with Parsons when he arrived in America. Only too conveniently, the next day Mr. Dulles told Arnaud that he was being assigned as a senior scientist to work on the secret rocket fuels program being conducted at the Jet Propulsion Labs and Muroc Army Air Force Base in Mojave. Jack Parsons was also assigned to the program. Muroc was then a very secret base where captured German technology of all kinds was Americanized and tested:
"Arnaud was the only captured German scientist to be sent to America so quickly. We were both given a new identity as a German-Polish couple who had spent the war in England with our children. We had no belongings other than some clothes and so a new household was easy to begin. We had our family and some of the other scientists and their families we had known in Pennemunde were soon moved to Pasadena and we had friends. It was good to forget the war and its horrors.
"The first few years spent in America were very productive for Arnaud at JPL. He and Jack Parsons become very good friends and discussed science and occult matters at length. Jack had not been formally trained as a scientist and learned a great deal from Arnaud, who by then was known by the new name the OSS/CIA had given him, but we will call him Arnaud just the same.
"Arnaud and Jack Parsons went to England twice to see Crowley and I knew there was some sort of CIA involvement and experiments into paranormal matters and electrical equipment to measure the paranormal. I gathered all this from "electronic seance" experiments that Arnuad and Jack conducted in our home with another experimenter named Volney Matheson... and then there was L. Ron Hubbard. He was living there in Jack Parson's home. Ron and Jack liked to...."
"What, what, what?" Bill stammered.
"Not now, we can talk later about that," Madame replied.
I knew what she didn't want to tell Bill. He was not ready to hear it in any case.
"My late husband Arnaud was a German scientist," Madame began. "I married him in 1935 when I was very young and he was middle-aged. It was an arranged marriage between our families.
"Arranged?" I queried.
"You should tell them Nana," insisted Natasha.
"Yes, I should. You see gentlemen, I am a Duchess, for my dear Arnaud was a Duke in the German nobility. My own father was a Duke in the French nobility and so our families arranged a marriage in order to consolidate their great landed estates along the French-German border. In this way, no matter which side won the next World War -- which all knew was coming -- our families hoped that by intermixing our French and German noble bloodlines we would be able to keep all of our lands and castles."
So Madame de Volange was actually the Duchess de Volange. This would explain the beautiful old castle in the French countryside that sat atop the old stone cellar we were in. Madame de Volange was not a guest in the cellar as I had thought, but was rather the Duchess of castle and large estate in which it stood. She was an heiress in a long bloodline of French nobles.
"Arnaud was a brilliant chemist, a true genius" she continued, "When the war came he was forced by the Nazis to work on an exotic fuel for a secret rocket program."
"The V1?" I asked.
"Yes, the V1. Arnaud worked for Werner von Braun on the fuel for the world's first rocket of war. This made him very depressed to know that the rocket would kill people. He wanted to escape with me and the children to Britain or America but it was too late by 1939. Arnaud knew the Nazis would kill him and his family if he refused to work for them. As the war and killing began, Arnaud turned to the secret of his own royal bloodline: Alchemy. You see, for hundreds of years the men in Arnaud's family had practiced alchemy. He was descended from some of the greatest alchemists in Europe."
The Duchess looked at him in a bemused way. "No my dear man," she repiled. "Arnaud practiced the true alchemy, which is to transmute the human soul into the divine."
"I thought alchemy was about gold," Bill insisted.
"That is exoteric alchemy," she answered. "The true alchemy has nothing to do with something as common as metal. Arnaud was using alchemy as a way to ennoble himself as well as find the means to secretly kill Hitler. When Hitler once came to watch an early test launch of a V1, Arnaud sabotaged the fuel system so that the rocket would explode on launch. It did. Unfortunately, Hitler was in a bunker and it did not harm him. The explosion was written off as a bad experimental result and Arnaud was never suspected by the SS.
"As World War II progressed, the V2 program began and rockets began to shower down on London. Arnaud became suicidal at the killings and would have taken his own life had it not been for his family and his many prophetic dreams. For example, one night near the end of the war in an alchemical dream, Arnaud saw Hitler shooting himself down under the earth in his bunker. He secretly shared the dream with Von Braun who knew things that Arnaud and the other scientists did not know. Von Braun knew the end of the war was much closer than any of the scientists working for him in the isolation of Pennemunde realized. Von Braun took Arnaud and a few other trusted scientists into his confidence and they began to secretly hide hundreds of file cabinets of secret scientific documents in lorries that they hid in a cave. These documents would be their bargaining chips after the war.
"Arnaud was the only scientist who knew the secret formula and techniques for making the V2's rocket fuel. For Von Braun -- as well as the Americans, the British, and the Russians, this made Arnaud especially important. Many people wanted to capture him when the war ended.
He wore sunglasses so that no one could see his dead eyes.
The old man saw things from the past and heard these thousand voices, but mostly he thought of a poem by e. e. cummings and what it meant for him as he was about to depart the body:
"what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie,
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend:blow space to time)
when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man.
"what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror;blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring
"what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of it's grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't:blow death to was)
â€”all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die,the more we live
The old man's cruel nephew would soon come to take the man back to his very small home, an old trailer behind a castle. The nephew lived in the castle where the old man once had lived when he was young and grand and ruled all he surveyed. But now he was blind and heard voices and wanted to live in the small trailer where he would not trip over things as he did in the castle. He knew that his nephew wanted him to die in order to inherit everything, but the old man did not care and was in fact long past caring. The old man reached into his pocket and took a pill. Soon the pill would hit his bloodstream and the voices would be quiet for awhile and the man's mind would be quiet enough to consider the final part of the poem:
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of it's grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
What did it mean to be sprinkled over nowhere after having been seemingly everywhere?
Madame then asked me to help her get something. She led me down a dark hallway at the end of which was an ancient prison cell door.
Taking a keyring full of antique keys from her coat pocket, she selected a large old skeleton key and ulocked the great padlock on the door. She asked me to remove the padlock and open the door. The padlock weighed at least ten pounds and was several hundred years old judging by the crude craftsmanship of its heat-hammered rivets and iron plate. The door consisted of hammered wrought iron hinges and and bars that were bolted to thick planks of oak. I had to slide the lockbar open before I could open the door. Small flakes of rusted iron fell to the floor as I slid the lockbar open. The door was extremely heavy and took a great deal of strength to open as it swung slowly for what was probably the first time in years on its dry creaking hinges.
The door opened into a small musty prison cell. Upon one wall hung two sets of shackles bolted to the walls by short lengths of medieval chain. The cell reminded me of a religious inquisition, an ecclesiastical kangaroo court ruled over by violent religious idiots:
Madame de Volange flipped an old electrical switch and a faint incadescent light bulb illuminated the dark room. There was a large cedar box on the floor that had metal fittings. I recognized the box as being an airtight museum storage box. My estimation was correct as next to the box was a large metal cylinder of nitrogen that was used to purge the box of air when it was closed after each use. Madame asked me to carry the large box back to the table. The box was heavy. I wondered what was inside.
Bill and Natasha turned to look at me carrying the large box down the hallway towards them. Madame walked ahead of me and asked Natasha to clear the table. She then gestured for me to place the box on the floor as I approached.
I placed the box on the floor and we all gathered around as Madame de Volange again took the ancient iron loop keyring from her pocket, selected an old key, and unlocked the large padlock on the box. She had me open the box. Inside were two packages wrapped in black velvet with one stacked upon the other.
Madame had me take the first package and place it on the table. She undid the wax seal on the front fold of the black velvet and pulled the velvet apart so that we could see what was inside. It was a very sleek wooden box that had an excellent finish on it. She opened the the hinged lid and we were all amazed to see a pristine vintage E-Meter. A highly polished brass plate engraved with the intials "LRH" was mounted on the face of the meter just below the dial.
"It is the first E-Meter that Hubbard had made by Volney," she told us. We all stared at each other in amazement. Madame said nothing else as she gestured for me to take the second package out of the box. I did and placed it next to the E-Meter. Again, Madame broke the wax seal on the black velvet and opened the package.
It was an old manuscript bound by a leather strap. The cover page read:
Excalibur: The Secrets of Life.
Copyright 1948, by L. Ron Hubbard
It was quite an astonising thing to see the first E-Meter and the fabled lost Excalibur manuscript!
We will call her Madame de Volange after the character in [i]Dangerose Liasons[/i]. The title is apt, for this meeting was to prove to be a dangerous liason for Bill. We had to go down the stairs of an old stone building and make our way through a very large old stone wine celler to find the place where Madame de Volange read tarot cards and did readings.
She did not speak to Bill but instead turned and studied him.
"Scientologiste, oui?" she asked as she looked at Bill.
"Oui, Scientologiste," Bill replied.
They looked at each other for a few moments and then Madame de Volange offered her hand. Bill was not so gallant as to kiss her hand and instead shook it. She smiled and gestured for Bill and I to sit down at the round table while she and Natasha went to take the cookies out of the oven.
"Did Natasha tell her?" Bill asked.
"Yes, she did," I answered.
"Does she like Scientologists?"
"I haven't a clue, Bill," I said. "All I know is that she wanted to meet an OT VII."
"Natasha said that she wanted to see what an OT was like, you know see if she senses any special powers in you."
"Does she know the tech?" Bill quizzed me in that impatient way he has.
"Why would she know the tech? She's a psychic."
Bill smiled that smug Scientologist smile that says, "We know it all and no one else does."
Was he in for a surprise!
"Is that an E-Meter in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" she asked.
"I am as sensitive and sexy as Pan," I replied, "Lord help women when I begin to fondle them...."
"Shut up!" Natasha laughed as she handed me the drink.
Tonight would be all about Natasha. Bill was on his own as he wandered the streets of Paris in search of the secret key that would unlock the entire mystery of his wholetrack and the enigma of existence itself. The pale and angry ghost of L. Ron Hubbard, dragging its chains, would follow Bill and whisper to him....
Bill and I walked along the Boulevards of Paris and had our same argument all over again.
"Bill, what is the point of auditing your past? You have hundreds of lives and tens of thousands of years of existence. You will never be able to inspect all of it. It is all a bottomless pit that never ends. I say that true spirituality requires that one walk away from their past and drop it. Get over it."
"Yes, but J., there are things in us from the past that keep us trapped. Auditing allows perople to locate these things and eliminate them so that they are free of them. The systematic elimation of past traumas makes a person free."
Free of what? Really? What does Scientology make a person free from? David Miscavige still has asthma. Tom Cruise has two divorces under his belt. You are not happy as a result all of your years of auditing. So who in Scientology is free? No one is certainly free of Ethics."
Bill lit a cigarette and didn't speak right away. We had had arguments about entheta versus truth and I had agreed to say only what was true and never use entheta around him.
It is hard for Bill to be an OT VII. He is supposed to have massive OT powers and does not. He does not lie to himself anymore. This is part of what he calls his truth process. He will not lie to himself anymore: Either a thing is true or it isn't. So he is caught being an OT VII without any of the promised spiritual powers.
"How can one drop their past, J.? One cannot be free of that which they have not located, examined, and re-experienced so that is disappears. Auditing is a way of annihilating the past at all levels so that it no longer holds power over you."
"Bill, how many lifetimes will you spend examining and annihilating your past? You don't even know which parts of your past are real or imagined. You don't even know which parts of your past you really lived. Why audit someone else's past?" I asked with a veiled reference to BT's. "Karmically speaking, you can handle the past by, as the Zen parable says, 'throwing it like snow into a roaring furnace.' You can simply decide to stand free of your past by noticing it when it arises and standing apart from it. Look, one needs introspection and transcendence and yet this path has been around for thousands of years. None of the masters has ever made enlightenment about a massive inspection of a person's past -- and for a price no less! You are paying to audit your past and the totality of your being and yet you go around and around in circles and always arrive back in the same place: You are who you are in some permanent way. Your nature and character are fixed somehow by destiny and karma."
Bill shot me that look. That "look" is one where he is trying to decide if I am an SP or if I am making sense.
"I refuse to admit that I am stuck or cannot change."
"Look, Bill, that is not what I am saying. I am saying it is like the ocean: The ocean is the ocean. It is wet and has waves and its tides move by the pull of the Moon. That is the nature of the ocean. The ocean is perfect in what it is and it can't not be the ocean. There is no problem or engrams for the ocean and there is nothing to change. It is like this with your essential nature and you can relax into the purity of your own nature and stop fighting it and trying to kill it with auditing."
"Yes but J. surely you realize that the ocean is a vast machine of Nature and that men are not. We have motives to decide, choices to make whereas the ocean does not. Auditing is focus. Auditing is a choice not to be trapped by the machine."
"But what is Scientology except a tautological machine? It is a big instution devoted to keeping people doing what? What is it you really do?"
"You don't know."
"No, you only know what you read on the internet. Let's go over by Notre Dame and get a cappucino." Going to get a coffee was Bill's signal to back off. I do the same thing to him sometimes when he crowds me.
This photo is from the internet as I am not such a good photographer, oui? I have my dear Natasha with me as well as my OT friend who we will call Bill. Bill is an OT VII. He is having very serious problems with his participation in Scientology after decades in the Church. I offered to pay all of his expenses and take him with me to Paris so he could get away from all of the phone calls and the demands that he do Sec Checks and get back into the Org. He has not left CoS and is not in any immediate danger of a Declare as he has money. Bill has loads of money despite Scientology's best efforts to bleed him dry all these years. CoS would prefer to keep their greedy hands on him and has suggested a program recently to get Bill back on lines. Bill put them off. He also refused my offer to pay for his trip as a gift and insisted that we share the costs of the trip. He does not want to feel obligated and I understand.
My lovely Natasha is my girlfriend, my lover, and best friend. I lavish her with affection and gifts. She is the finest woman in the world and I worship the ground upon which she walks. I am in Paris with my girlfriend and my old pal Bill. Although he is in Paris, Bill remains mordant and gloomy. I know he is dealing with a great inner struggle with Scientology and my goal is to tip the scales in Paris so that he blows. Bill is even now in his room solo auditing and smoking Kool menthol cigarettes, the same LRH smoked:
Although Bill will not speak to me of the upper levels, he knows I have read all of the levels online. He knows I know the secrets and it has not killed me. This bothers him. Many things about Scientology increasingly bother Bill. He is always asked for money. Someone from Super Power tried to reg him for an amount he would only say was, "Well over $50,000." He has already given much money to Scientology and his issues remain unhandled. The Church makes him wrong for having these issues. When they fail to deliver what they are paid for, they refuse to refund money and instead say that it is an SP in one's environment causing the problem. Bill knows me as a good friend and refuses to see me as an SP so I am not the problem. He does not know I post here. I do not ask him about the upper levels and he does not ask me what I do online.
My job in Paris is to convince Bill to leave Scientology once and for all. That is the main reason I arranged this trip. Well, that and to take Natasha shopping and look at art. I will also visit the Paris Org and have concocted what should be a fun adventure.
While Bill was auditing, Natasha and I went to the Paris Opera House to meet some friends of her's who live in Paris:
The Opera House is truly one of the most beautiful places in Paris. Europe is so rich in art and architecture that one quickly realizes that America has very few buildings that can compare.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
venusian_traindriver, thank you. I am glad I did this thread, for it raised serious questions about Hubbard's life from 1928-1934:
1. LRH was residing in a US Naval Hospital in 1933: Why?
2. LRH enlisted in the USMC Reserve in 1930 when he was 19 years old. A scant 18 months later, LRH the Reservist had the rank and paygrade of a First Sergeant (E5). How did Hubbard pull this off? It takes about four years to reach E5 according to US Military website I checked.
3. LRH was honorably discharged from the USMC after eighteen months on the condition that he could not re-enlist. Why was L. Ron Hubbard banned for life from the USMC?
4. I have discerned pattern, using Hubbard's own words, in which he feigned physical problems or illness in order to avoid the punishment for his own actions during key periods of stress in his life. My work is my thread The Evolution of a Fraud. I strongly urge your fifty friends look at it because it is solid research into Hubbard's behavior: ocmb.xenu.net/ocmb/viewtopic.php?t=30492
5. My theory is that L. Ron Hubbard falsified his promotion to First Sergeant in order to collect more money from the USMC. Hubbard had expensive hobbies in college that he had to pay for. This include getting his license to fly a glider. Although he did not have a license for powered flight, Hubbard also claimed to have barnstormed during this period and flying airplanes was an extremely expensive proposition in the Great Depression.
6. My theory maintains the Hubbard was caught in his fraud. Threatened with a court martial and time at Fort Leavenworth, Hubbard pleaded insanity of some sort. In order to confirm his claimed mental illness, the USMC had Hubbard placed into the US Naval Hospital Psychiatric Ward. It was here that Hubbard was exposed firsthand to the gruesome ECT psychiatric techniques of the 1930's by observing what happened to other patients who underwent ECT.
7. My theory would, in part, explain Hubbard's intense hatred against both Psychiatry and Electro-Convulsive Therapy (ECT). I think that Hubbard was made a candidate for ECT, but that his faked mental illness suddenly improved when he realized the irreversible outcome of an ECT if he persisted in his lie. Hubbard's hatred for psychiatry and Electro-Convulsive Therapy is institutionalized into the Cult of Scientology and its fanatic front group CCHR, the so-called Citizens Commission for Human Rights, a self-proclaimed Psychiatry watchdog group that sells the Cult's Xenu/BT-based "processing" as an alternative to Psychiatry and Psychology.
8. Hubbard's father was a career US Naval officer who would have intervened for his son. Commander Thompson likely intervened as well. I theorize that in the gentlemanly tradition of the United States Marine Corps, the Commandant gave the twenty-one year old Hubbard an honorable discharge so that a young man who had made a very serious mistake would not be tarred for life by a court martial, a medical discharge, or worse, a Section 8 discharge given to those with "mental conditions." However, the USMC Commandant split the difference: He ordered that LRH be banned for life from the Corps he had disgraced. IMO, Hubbard's lifetime ban from the USMC was the manner in which the Commandant quietly "marked" Hubbard for life as having disgraced the United States Marine Corps.
I think that my theory is consistent and explains the facts of the period. Hubbard's USMC service jacket appears to have been rifled later by unknown persons.