Thursday 29 December 2011

How Has Scientology Got Away with this for nearly 60 Years?

By following Standard Tech! The way L. Ron Hubbard would have wanted.
Martine Boublil's Story
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEcxBao4A9Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVHIbrGftX0

Kaja Ballo was obviously in need of help, it's a crying shame she went to the Scientology Organization.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsBZJ79KcTk
This is the kind of thing that happens when people practise medicine without a license.

Kyle Brennan's Story:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DDMaVhAS_ro
http://www.tampabay.com/news/article976561.ece

Uwe Stockenbrock's Story:
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?14804-Wanna-understand-what-happened-to-Uwe-Stuckenbrock

http://www.lermanet.com/rpf-insider/

What I wanted to say with this letter is something that I have had a 
lot of attention on for quite some time. Specifically there are two RPFers 
that are REALLY SICK AND NEED OF PROFESSIONAL MEDICAL CARE. I will take one 
at the time. The first RPFer is named Uwe Stuckenbrock. 

Born or Raised in High Demand Groups - Developmental Considerations.

Born or Raised in High Demand Groups - Developmental Considerations.
by Leona Furnari.
http://www.icsahome.com/infoserv_articles/furnari_leona_bornraised_en0403.htm

Thank You Cherry Tree on exscientologykids:
http://www.exscientologykids.com/eskforums/viewtopic.php?t=5019&start=80

Sheila Huber's Story.

This video covers a lot of how Sheila came to become involved with Scientology and her first experiences inside the organization.At 16 years old she found herself inside dark vents for some 6/7 weeks. She couldn't see when she finished cleaning the vents.This is typical of Scientology's use of young people and all in the name of religion.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZobhTH0daM

Main sections:
----------------------
0:09 - Life situation before Scientology: a runaway
1:38 - Meeting the odd "baron"
3:49 - Early employment
5:38 - The Scientology frozen steak company
9:00 - Boss disappears and the "rescue" attempt
12:25 - The Sea Org recruitment process
16:02 - Indoctrination
17:50 - The vents
20:53 - Sunlight again
25:10 - The Sea Org's initial environment
26:22 - Censored letters and Scientology family values
29:26 - Other EPF bits

Mark Bunker has Lost the Plot.

I've always been a staunch supporter of Mark Bunker and XenuTV, but I think he's really lost the plot on this one.In fact I wonder just what the hell is going on? Many long time critics of Scientology are suddenly coming out in support of the Freezone. Have they all been secret Scientology supporters in the closet?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSS0ml2TnPA

The aim of the Freezone and Independent Scientologists is to deliver Standard Tech the way L. Ron Hubbard wanted it delivered, that includes Ethics, Conditions, the Tone Scale, TRs and auditing on an E- Meter, the crude lie detector, that invades your privacy because you think it works.

Tell that to the Children:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Scientology_Security_Checks#Security_Check_Children

http://jeta.home.xs4all.nl/scn/Scn-dem-200401/scn/hco/security-check-children.html

The following is a processing check for use on children.
Be sure the child can understand the question. Rephrase it so he or she can understand it. The first question is the most potent.
 

Children's Security Check
Ages 6-12




  1. WHAT HAS SOMEBODY TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL?
  2. HAVE YOU EVER DECIDED YOU DIDN'T LIKE SOME MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY?
  3. HAVE YOU EVER TAKEN SOMETHING BELONGING TO SOMEBODY ELSE AND NEVER GIVEN IT BACK?
  4. HAVE YOU EVER PRETENDED TO BE SICK (ILL)?
  5. HAVE YOU EVER MADE YOURSELF SICK (ILL) OR HURT YOURSELF TO MAKE SOMEBODY SORRY?
  6. HAVE YOU EVER WANTED SOMETHING VERY MUCH BUT NEVER TOLD ANYBODY ABOUT IT?
  7. HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN YOURSELF DIRTY ON PURPOSE?
  8. HAVE YOU EVER REFUSED TO EAT JUST TO WORRY SOMEONE?
  9. HAVE YOU EVER REMEMBERED SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF AND NOT TOLD ANYBODY BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT THEY WOULDN'T BELIEVE YOU OR BE ANGRY AT YOU?
  10. HAVE YOU EVER REFUSED TO OBEY AN ORDER FROM SOMEONE YOU SHOULD OBEY?
  11. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD ANOTHER CHILD SOMETHING THAT WASN'T TRUE, JUST TO FRIGHTEN OR UPSET HIM?
  12. HAVE YOU EVER BULLIED A SMALLER CHILD?
  13. HAVE YOU EVER DELIBERATELY GOT ANOTHER CHILD OR A GROWNUP INTO ROUBLE?
  14. HAVE YOU EVER PESTERED OLDER CHILDREN OR GROWN PEOPLE WHO WERE TRYING TO WORK?
  15. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN MEAN OR CRUEL TO AN ANIMAL, BIRD OR FISH?
  16. HAVE YOU EVER FORGOTTEN TO GIVE FOOD OR WATER TO A PET ENTRUSTED TO YOUR CARE?
  17. HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMETHING BELONGING TO SOMEONE ELSE?
  18. HAVE YOU EVER DELIBERATELY SPOILED CLOTHING OF YOURS BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT?
  19. DO YOU HAVE A SECRET?
  20. HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR BODY THAT YOU WERE AFRAID TO TELL ANYBODY ABOUT?
  21. HAVE YOU EVER DONE ANYTHING YOU WERE VERY MUCH ASHAMED OF?
  22. IS THERE ANYTHING ABOUT YOU YOUR PARENTS COULDN'T UNDERSTAND, EVEN IF YOU TOLD THEM?
  23. HAVE YOU EVER FAILED TO FINISH YOUR SCHOOLWORK ON TIME?
  24. HAVE YOU EVER FLUNKED AN EXAMINATION AT SCHOOL?
  25. HAVE YOU EVER DELIBERATELY GIVEN A TEACHER TROUBLE?
  26. HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO MAKE OTHERS DISLIKE SOME TEACHER?
  27. HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO MAKE ANOTHER CHILD UNPOPULAR?
  28. HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN, DAMAGED OR TAKEN ANY SCHOOL PROPERTY?
  29. HAVE YOU EVER LIED TO A TEACHER?
  30. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN LATE TO SCHOOL OR LATE TO A CLASS?
  31. HAVE YOU EVER STAYED AWAY FROM SCHOOL WHEN YOU COULD HAVE GONE?
  32. HAVE YOU EVER CHEATED BY COPYING SOMEONE ELSE'S WORK, TAKING NOTES INTO AN EXAMINATION OR LOOKING UP ANSWERS IN A BOOK WHEN YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO?
  33. HAVE YOU EVER SPOILED THINGS FOR SOMEBODY?
  34. WHO HAVE YOU MADE GUILTY?
  35. HAVE YOU EVER DONE SOMETHING YOU SHOULDN'T WHEN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IN BED OR ASLEEP?
  36. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD OTHERS BAD STORIES ABOUT SOMEONE?
  37. HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO MAKE OTHERS BELIEVE THAT YOUR PARENTS OR TEACHERS WERE CRUEL TO YOU?
  38. HAVE YOU EVER OFFERED AS AN EXCUSE FOR SOMETHING YOU HAVE DONE WRONG THAT YOU ARE ONLY A CHILD OR THAT YOU HAVEN'T GROWN UP YET?
  39. HAVE YOU EVER FELT THAT YOUR PARENTS AND HOME WERE TOO GOOD FOR YOU?
  40. HAVE YOU EVER FELT THAT YOUR PARENTS AND HOME WEREN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?
  41. IS THERE ANYTHING YOU SHOULD TELL YOUR PARENTS AND NEVER HAVE?
  42. HAVE YOU EVER DONE SOMETHING TO YOUR BODY THAT YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE?
  43. HAVE YOU EVER DONE ANYTHING TO SOMEONE ELSE'S BODY THAT YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE?
  44. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD ANYONE THAT YOU DID SOMETHING WHEN YOU HADN'T REALLY DONE IT?
  45. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD ANYONE THAT YOU HADN'T DONE SOMETHING WHICH YOU REALLY HAD DONE?
  46. HAVE YOU EVER GANGED UP ON ANOTHER CHILD AND MADE FUN OF HIM BECAUSE HE WAS DIFFERENT FROM THE REST OF YOU?
  47. HAVE YOU EVER MADE FUN OF ANOTHER BECAUSE OF THE WAY HE LOOKED?
  48. HAVE YOU EVER DECIDED NEVER TO TALK TO SOMEONE AGAIN?
  49. HAVE YOU EVER MADE YOUR PARENTS OR TEACHERS WORK HARDER THAN THEY SHOULD?
  50. HAVE YOU EVER DECIDED THAT YOU WERE TOO BRIGHT OR TOO SMART FOR THE OTHER KIDS?
  51. HAVE YOU EVER ANNOYED AN ADULT BY SOMETHING YOU DID OR SAID?
  52. HAVE YOU EVER HURT A CHILD?
  53. HAVE YOU EVER MADE A CHILD CRY?
  54. HAVE YOU EVER MADE A CHILD SULK?
  55. HAVE YOU EVER KEPT ANOTHER CHILD FROM HAVING SOMETHING THAT REALLY BELONGED TO HIM?
  56. HAVE YOU EVER FOUND ANYTHING AND FAILED TO RETURN IT TO ITS OWNER?
  57. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD STORIES ABOUT SOMEONE BEHIND THEIR BACK?
  58. HAVE YOU EVER LIED TO ESCAPE BLAME?
  59. HAVE YOU EVER NOT TOLD THE WHOLE TRUTH ABOUT SOMETHING SO AS TO PROTECT SOMEONE?
  60. HAVE YOU EVER FELT ASHAMED OF YOUR PARENTS?
  61. HAVE YOU EVER FELT ASHAMED OF YOUR FRIENDS?
  62. HAVE YOU EVER DISAPPOINTED YOUR PARENTS?
  63. HAVE YOU EVER RUN AWAY WHEN YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED?
  64. HAVE YOU EVER FELT SURE YOUR PARENTS WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND SOMETHING THAT HAD HAPPENED IN SCHOOL, SO YOU DIDN'T TELL THEM?
  65. HAVE YOU EVER NOT TOLD TEACHERS SOMETHING ABOUT YOUR FAMILY BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND IT?
  66. HAVE YOU EVER FAILED TO KEEP ANOTHER CHILD'S SECRET?
  67. HAVE YOU EVER FELT IT WAS JUST NO USE TALKING TO SOMEONE?
  68. HAVE YOU EVER HURT SOMEONE YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO?
  69. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN SLOPPY ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES OR POSSESSIONS?
  70. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED WHEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE?
  71. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN A COWARD?
  72. HAVE YOU EVER MADE TOO MUCH FUSS OVER A LITTLE HURT?
  73. HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO MAKE YOUR PARENTS BELIEVE YOU WERE DOING BETTER IN SCHOOL THAN YOU WERE?
  74. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD ON ANYONE?
  75. HAVE YOU EVER TEASED YOUNGER CHILDREN?
  76. HAVE YOU EVER MADE A MESS AND NOT HELPED TO CLEAN IT UP?
  77. HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN OR DAMAGED SOMETHING AND NEVER TOLD ANYBODY IT WAS YOU WHO DID IT?
  78. HAVE YOU EVER LET SOMEONE ELSE GET PUNISHED FOR SOMETHING YOU DID?
  79. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED TILL YOU GOT YOUR OWN WAY?
  80. HAVE YOU EVER DECIDED "SOMEDAY, WHEN I'M GROWN-UP, I'LL GET EVEN"? IF SO, WITH WHOM?
  81. HAVE YOU EVER PICKED ON SOMEONE SMALLER THAN YOURSELF?
  82. HAVE YOU EVER UPSET ANYONE BY THROWING A TEMPER TANTRUM?
  83. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BY TELLING THEM YOU DIDN'T LOVE THEM ANY MORE?
  84. HAVE YOU EVER MADE OUT THAT YOU WERE MORE BADLY DAMAGED THAN YOU WERE IN ORDER TO MAKE SOMEONE STOP PICKING ON YOU?
  85. HAVE YOU EVER PRETENDED TO LIKE SOMEONE THAT YOU DIDN'T LIKE IN ORDER TO SATISFY YOUR PARENTS?
  86. HAVE YOU EVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG ACCORDING TO YOUR OWN RELIGION?
  87. HAVE YOU EVER NOT UNDERSTOOD WHY SOMEONE WAS ANGRY WITH YOU?
  88. HAVE YOU EVER PRETENDED NOT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU HAD DONE WRONG?
  89. HAVE YOU EVER PRETENDED NOT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT SOMEONE WANTED YOU TO DO?
  90. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN PLACES WHERE YOUR PARENTS DIDN'T WANT YOU TO GO?
  91. HAVE YOU EVER SPIED ON ANYONE?
  92. HAVE YOU EVER MADE FRIENDS WITH PEOPLE YOUR PARENTS DIDN'T APPROVE OF?
  93. HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT SOMEONE WAS CRAZY?
  94. HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN UP A FRIENDSHIP?
  95. HAVE YOU EVER LET YOUR TEAM OR SCHOOL OR CLUB DOWN?
  96. HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO KEEP SOMEONE FROM MAKING FRIENDS WITH ANOTHER CHILD?
  97. HAVE YOU EVER PRETENDED NOT TO HEAR YOUR PARENTS OR TEACHER?
  98. HAVE YOU EVER MADE A FUSS ABOUT DOING SOMETHING THAT YOUR PARENTS OR TEACHER WANTED YOU TO DO?
  99. HAVE YOU EVER DONE SOMETHING TO SOMEONE THAT YOU'D HATE TO HAVE DONE TO YOU?


 

DR.Lilly von Marcab'sBlog:

Scientology Cult's Fraud Insults Memory of FDNY Heros

"After the events of 09/11/01, this former civilian employee of the Fire Department has masqueraded in the uniform of the FDNY. He was so bold as to wear the insignia of the Chief of Department and numerous decorations for valor. Conduct of this nature is absolutely offensive to the members of the FDNY and cannot be tolerated. During several speaking engagements in which he participated, he characterized his career in the FDNY as being a leader who helped rebuild the FDNY after 09/11/01. The facts could not be further from the truth. When we learned of his activities, the UFOA was able to provide information to a company that was in the process of hiring him for a management position and others contracting with him for future lectures. Needless to say, job offers and his ability to lecture have stopped. This past week there have been several newspaper articles that criticized his fund raising and the use of the FDNY uniform. The Department has also notified DOI and provided documentation regarding Mr. Hittmann's activities."


http://mirror-of-dr-lilly.blogspot.com/2009/09/scientology-cult-fraud-insults-memory.html

Tuesday 27 December 2011

Merry Christmas!

One little item of truth to get you started....

My Father with MarySue Hubbard, checkout the download. My Aunt, prior to disconnection....checkout the download....
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?25630-Booklet-leak-How-Big-Was-Old-Saint-Hill-Scientology-re-writing-history

My history with Scientology - check out the lowdown....
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?1125-Suppressed-Memories

When I first started writing this, I was really ill, down in the dark depths of despair, you have no idea, no idea at all how hard this was. Now I am well, and I intend to stay that way. Never again...., never again!

http://www.exscientologykids.com/eskforums/viewtopic.php?t=694

http://ocmb.xenu.net/ocmb/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=30344


Must be really hard being a direct decendent of L. Ron Hubbard.

Like one of his children, apparently there were seven.I knew about Nibs, but not Katie or Alexis, and I personally knew all four of MarySue Hubbard's children, Diana, Quentin , Suzette and Arthur.

So, where to begin?A difficult task.Some say they are all still in, yet others say they are all out.Recent sources say Dianna is still in, but Suzette and Arthur are out, there are many accounts of Quentin being dead, having committed suicide.

So who exactly do you believe?

Like all of Scientology, the aim is to keep you guessing, never ever knowing the full truth, for if you did it would drive you insane. And it did, many people.

I won't be writing any more until certain people can stand up under their own name and tell the damned truth!

I don't think that's a lot to ask in view of what I have gone through, and thousands of others have gone through something similar.There comes a time in one's life when one has to tell it like it is/was, not like a dead science fiction writer said it is/was!

Thursday 22 December 2011

Scientology's Paramilitary.

Don't Mention Xenu:When a Protester Get's Attacked.

Tommy and Jennifer Gorman have long histories as Scientologist children and have been protesting for many years about their ordeal. Two very brave young people whom want a better world for their children.

http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/12/tommy_gorman_scientology_xenu_chris_krzywicki.php

http://www.lermanet.com/tomgorman/tommygorman.htm


Wednesday 21 December 2011

The Watchword is SERVICE.

For some time I have had a problem with this person and I know I am correct, this man and his cohorts want to deliver Scientology the way LRH wanted, well if you've read plenty on this blog, you will know that this isn't why this blog is here and it certainly is not why I am here.

Beware this man: http://community.freezone-tech.info/intro/2011/11/16/terril-park/
You should be just as concerned about him as you are Scientology itself.


  • Have you given up hope of making it this lifetime?
  • Were arbitraries put in your way, such as needless sec-checks?
  • Were you turned off by repeated demands for money that seemed inappropriate?
  • Have you been disappointed with your progress on the bridge?
Well, now there is hope. Practitioners in the Freezone do not have unwarranted illegal declares. We want to handle, not have disconnection. We want to deliver standard LRH tech to all those who wish it. We are open to ALL, even the C of S’s failed cases.
Our goal is the creation of Free Beings.
There are several Class VIII’s among us, as well as Pat Krenik, OT 8, class 6. She has studied Scn since 1951, including under LRH, and grew up with the tech.
We have an internet management org and delivery orgs in several countries.
You may contact me, Terril Park, at: bbafzao@hotmail.com for further info. We’re working hard to deliver standard Scn, the way LRH would have wanted us to.
“Service” (POLICY LETTER OF 29 OCTOBER 1959 II):
“We will win if we are [Scn] not a lot of isolated groups. The watchword is SERVICE.”

26th January 2012:
After yet another Pm, after I had already told him I wanted NO contact with him what so ever, I lost my temper and called him "You are an abomination Terril Park, a liar, a Scientologist and a disgusting human being."on ESMB. Now maybe I shouldn't have done that, but it is the truth.Consequently I was banned from ESMB.The consequence of that is this thread here:

http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?26057-Just-a-reminder


To emphasize a point, I am not as damaged as some might think. I did have an extraordinarily bizarre childhood and for some years I was struggling to get to grips with life because of that, I also suffered child abuse in Scientology's Sea Org and the disconnection of my family at a young age.Hard things to overcome, but I did.However, I was one of the lucky kids, to get myself away from this damaging, brainwashing so early on, others are not so lucky.People whom think lightly of any kind of child abuse, seriously need their heads tested and I do get angry when I hear the likes of this man above, belittle both women and children whom have suffered so much in Scientology's abusive and mind bending system, to the point of nearly destroying them.Children whom have grown up in Scientology have been seriously messed up and this man wants to use more Scientology to make them better. NO! He wants to use more Scientology to keep them being Scientologists and promoting L. Ron Hubbards false "religion".The Tech does NOT work, other than to drive people Psychotic.

It is a well known fact that I dislike what Terril does as can be seen here.I was in East. Grinstead town center first, when I saw Terril coming, my immediate thought was, I'm going straight back home. However I had invested a lot in the day and I wasn't about to give him, or David Miscavige the satisfaction.
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?24837-14-Oct-2011-Saint-Hill-IAS-Event/page2

So, back to just a reminder:
Originally Posted by Gottabrain 
Please have Sharone back.

Terril had been sending her PMs that she did not want and pushing personal contact with her. Terril has also tried to change the topic and distract attention on a number of threads. He has made it a point to try to get personal phone numbers or information about people who show up at ESMB, including Sharone.

In my experience, nobody else here violates privacy like Terril does. Sharone had every right to lash out at him and make the situation known and Terril needs to be stopped from doing this to members of ESMB. I am still uncomfortable that he got personal details from me when I was new to ESMB and at a vulnerable point. It isn't fair, it isn't what ESMB is about and it makes ESMB unsafe. Terril made ESMB unsafe for Sharone. NOT OKAY!


And Terril's reply:

Hey GB. Still love you despite your attack.

I like chatting to people. We had some nice conversations,
which I for one enjoyed. I've several times invited people to talk by phone.
You are one. No one needs to do so of course. They don't have to give me a phone no.

You had problems talking to me? Say more.

Myself and Sharone met many times at protests and were friends,
and had fun chatting in post game times in pubs. Lots of nice chatting

I can't find a time I PM'ed Sharone in my sent log.

Maybe I missed one or two. We had much interaction with Anons in London protrests, and in November I believe were both protesting at St Hill.

Recently met her old friend Janis Grady who was locked in a hold with her
on the Apollo.

Sharone has both our best wishes.

She just ranted about my two word post to Synthia " Good catch".

This is I suspect why she was unsubsribed.

Its quite clear that Sharone takes opposition to anyone who likes Scn tech
to extremes.

So I can't talk to her.

Makes me sad. I like her.

She wants a friend I'll always be there for her. As will Janis.

I'd like her re instated. Its not good for the forum. Emma made a good call.

It may be helpful to Sharone.

Please Emma give her another chance.

Try and suck up the drama. Anyone who has met her knows she is a lovely person.


And Terril's final reply:


Re: Just a reminder

As usual Ems, truly excellent judgement.


This is Scientology working, he got me banned.

Here's another Scientologist at work on John Sweeney of the BBC.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjlo4u_8g60

I'd like her re instated. Its not good for the forum. Emma made a good call.

Similar to:

HUBBARD COMMUNICATIONS OFFICE
                   Saint Hill Manor, East Grinstead, Sussex

                     HCO Policy Letter of 21 October 1968

                           CANCELLATION OF FAIR GAME


The practice of declaring people FAIR GAME will cease.

FAIR GAME may not appear on any Ethics Order. It causes bad public relations.

This P/L does not cancel any policy on the treatment or handling of an SP.


LRH:ci:cden                                           L. RON HUBBARD
Copyright (c) 1968                                    Founder
by L. Ron Hubbard
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 
 
 
It causes bad public relations. 


Taking Over.

 The town of Clearwater, Florida was taken over by the "Church" of Scientology in 1975 when Hubbard found few ports were welcoming for the Flagship Apollo.He had outgrown his welcome, hardly surprising considering the nasty and vindictive use of disconnection, fair game and law suits thrown at anyone who would dare to challenge Scientology or Hubbard.

This is a continuation of my previous post on Human Rights, in 1969 LRH and Scientology set up The Commission of Human Rights as a way to infiltrate human society and the world at large.Scientology is good at "pushing buttons" in other words what will get to people the most, a breach of human rights. CCHR was set up to push the worlds buttons.Behind the facade of human rights, world literacy,a drug free world and criminality being a thing of the past, the scientologists under the orders of LRH were breaching human rights,not ensuring their children got a good education, using drug addicts as a way of recruitment and creating and using criminals to ensure the advancement of Scientology out into our world.

The worst aspect of all of this is the use of children, raising children on the drug addled  dubious "religious scriptures" of a dead science fiction writer.L. Ron Hubbard's first son Nibs, had drugs put in his bubblegum at the age of 10, this from the man who is professed by the Scientologists to have given so much to mankind.His second son Quentin committed suicide or died under very mysterious circumstances after having been brought up on this;





And then there's the children of his loyal officers who grew up on this and their children and their children's children and then there are the children who don't know about any of this but are suckered into helping save the world.

So, what is CCHR?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wXqdrTIJM44&feature=related

Interview with the child Founder?For such a young girl, she has extraordinary bags under her eyes.Overworked?In the Sea Org?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1uqnlt-yZY&feature=relmfu

Fully Informed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PiVPmhVOd7I&feature=related
Hugs Not Psychiatric Drugs!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzPsGhsSPzU&feature=relmfu


Gosh I think Scientologists are actually taking notes from Anonymous,Free Hugs?Whatever next?

Children from the Clearwater Academy, singing along with Neal Fox, I am Free. Really?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1faWDm_aoI
Clearwater Academy:
http://clearwateracademy.org/page.aspx?id=95634

Mama Who Bore Me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8N7B3iat4o&feature=related

Highlights from the CCHR Concert:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIUJVJg5xRo&feature=related
Disorder free.com:
http://disorderfree.com/
November 20th 2011, on the Buses at Flag with Darth Vador - notice the children!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jD57P3hZkk

I always wondered what went on inside the Celebrity Centers, apart from operating your thetans and now I know:
http://www.nashvillescene.com/nashvillecream/archives/2010/04/02/brandon-jazz-of-the-armed-forces-performs-radical-luv-at-the-church-of-scientologys-celebrity-centre

To be Continued...

Tuesday 20 December 2011

Human Righs Day! 2011.

So anyway, what we're trying to do then is, we're trying to revitalize western society. Well, the Gung-Ho program, this actually will re kindle the purposes and ambitions of individuals in Public, er, if run off according to er policy letters in the way it is covered. And the, the general er, attack line is along the lines of human rights, human rights. Now, I'll give you a clue now, how this is handled. Somebody comes up to you, he's a hostile person, he's hostile to Scientology and he says to you. He says eh, Scientology mwa mwa mwa mwa mwa.... and you say "Why are you against human rights?"And er, then if you know anything about human rights,like the declaration of human rights, United Nations, that sort of thing, you know something about this subject, you just follow it right straight up. Total attack! In other words you don't defend Scientology, you just simply attack along this line of human rights. Somebody else comes along hostile, he says something to you about this, or he says something in press, or in a group or something like this, ah, and ah something about treatment or something in Scientology and you should come back at him " Why are you in favor of psychiatric death camps, why are you in favor of psychiatric brutality to human beings?" And er just let him try to handle that ball.And use these two things.

Now, the Gung-Ho group and it's activities will revitalize the west. Our technology of course can't help but do that. It is only fought by people who are trying to degrade the west. And in your general activities when somebody asks you or speaks to you nicely about Scientology, why of course tell him  er or her.But the hostile person, the hostile press line, ah, for instance a newspaper writes an article on the subject of how bad Scientology is, well any Scientologist reading it at once writes to the newspaper "Why are you in favor of psychiatric death camps, why are you criticizing Scientology, why are you in favor of psychiatric death camps?" and we will make some progress on this. Now, actually what will happen, what will happen really is each time Scientology is attacked, we will build into the society, if all of you do this. We'll build into the society an actual stimulus response mechanism.Er, ah,whereas an attack on Scientology is ah is actually an attack on human rights and a person making such an attack is in favor of psychiatric death camps and er if this is the way you handle this and handle it consistently, even though you get bored with it and want something else to, something else to shoot them with.This will produce a fantastic effect.

If now you are to, eh, get in touch with any er persons of political, ah, lawyers, bar associations, civil rights organizations, er anything like that, or individuals who are very important politically or who own newspapers, and you push forward a campaign in favor of human rights, and you push this campaign forward and hammer it and pound it through and object like mad to the biggest loophole they have right now on this subject, and the biggest loophole they have is psychiatric escapement of human rights. I don't think you realize it but, in most any country of the west at this particular time, er any person can be picked up and er just on the say so of a psychiatrist or without any say so at all and at once thrown into one of these sanitariums and he can be hurt, injured, obliterated, given amnesia, de-personalized, erm battered about and in actual fact killed.This is er, the biggest and most flagrant violation of human rights on the planet today and it is very germane to us because we've got to clean up their mess one of these days. So we should do something about putting it down. Now, these are the chaps that have been fighting us for nineteen years and they are getting it back hot. By the way, we're having a fantastically, erm, violent effect upon er these organizations, they are in a sweat.To be crude about it, they are so worried, that in one of their largest front groups er the ah, PRO er fellow in charge of public relations went into a complete psychotic break just on the thought, that he might possibly be questioned er, by a Scientologist.And er, he didn't even have to think that, he went in just on the subject of Scientology, they are just starting to go into complete psychotic breaks. It shows you that we're lying across a very hot line and er this is er, these are the two buttons which are repeated er by other organizations and these are the two buttons that our enemies cannot stand, and, and, about which we can immediately, directly do something and these are of course, human rights and psychiatric death camps.

From L. Ron Hubbards journal 1968 Read my blog post here in November:
http://theapolloseries.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html

Here is the official site of Scientology here in 2011 and guess what?
http://www.scientologynews.org/press-releases/human-rights-day-2011.html

The Church of Scientology has co-sponsored eight annual Human Rights Summits. Youth delegates from around the world exchange ideas and meet with United Nations diplomats and human rights leaders to increase the effectiveness of their campaigns. The 2008 Summit was held at the United Nations in New York.

Human rights are the rights that belong to everyone without exception—to people of any color, creed, age, ethnicity or gender. But as United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-Moon pointed out in his Human Rights Day message this year, “…unless we know them, unless we demand they be respected, and unless we defend our rights — and the right of others — to exercise them, they will be just words in a decades-old document.”

To make the rights enshrined in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights known to all, the Church of Scientology has undertaken a massive human rights education initiative, reaching more than 180 million people in 2011 with the information on human rights in 17 languages.

The United Nations estimates that 2.45 million people are trafficked each year, nearly a billion live in hunger, and almost half the world’s population subsists on less than $2.50 a day, making it clear any momentum generated this year must continue and that education and insistence on human rights has never been more vital.
In a global demonstration of support for the Universal Declaration of Human Rights and its 30 rights, Scientology Churches and Missions marked Human Rights Day with seminars, rallies, concerts, round tables, forums and festivals, and helped organize more than 80 human rights walks in 26 countries to raise awareness of the Declaration and the need for its full implementation.

In 1969, L. Ron Hubbard wrote, “The United Nations came up with the answer. An absence of human rights stained the hands of governments and threatened their rules. Very few governments have implemented any part of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. These governments have not grasped that their very survival depends utterly upon adopting such reforms and thus giving their peoples a cause, a civilization worth supporting, worth their patriotism.”

For more than four decades, the Church has worked to make the Universal Declaration of Human Rights broadly known. The Declaration appeared in the first edition of Freedom Magazine, the Church’s human rights journal, in 1968. In 1998, in celebration of the 50th anniversary of the Declaration, the Church carried out the first of five annual cross-European marathons, reaching an estimated 33 million with its message in support of human rights.

Ten years ago, the Church began publishing materials that present the Universal Declaration of Human Rights in terms anyone can understand. These booklets, award-winning public service announcements and human rights documentary videos are available free of charge to any individual or group.
“There are many examples in history of what individuals can accomplish by demanding their rights and insisting on the rights of others,” says Rev. Robert Adams, Vice President of the Church of Scientology International. “But a knowledge of these rights comes first. The United Nations adopted the Universal Declaration of

Human Rights in 1948, yet in many ways, despite advances, the violations of its articles are as abhorrent today as they were six decades ago. We work with many dedicated groups, organizations, agencies and government bodies to make human rights a reality. To achieve this goal, education in human rights must be mandatory, and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights must be given the force of law.”

Since Human Rights Day 2010, through direct action and sponsorship of activities and materials, the Church of Scientology has reached hundreds of millions of people with humans rights information, distributing more than 2 million publications and providing educational materials to more than 45,000 human rights organizations and 4,500 educators and educational institutions.

Caption that accompanies picture number 5.
In October 2011, the Church of Scientology of New York and Youth for Human Rights presented a Distinguished Leadership Award to Dr. Paul Orhii, Director-General of the Nigerian National Agency for Food and Drug Administration and Control, for his work to ban counterfeit pharmaceuticals in his country.Image 5 of 5

And who is that white man in this picture?Could it be this man?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwJAvMS1wnE
at 5.42 in this video the scientology Reverend John Carmichael repeats " I smell pussy, and you in particular".

The Church of Scientology has co-sponsored eight annual Human Rights Summits. Youth delegates from around the world exchange ideas and meet with United Nations diplomats and human rights leaders to increase the effectiveness of their campaigns. The 2008 Summit was held at the United Nations in New York.Image 1 of 5

On the 3rd of November 2011 here in England this was going on:


EAST GRINSTEAD, SUSSEX—Funds raised by Scientologists at the 15th annual Gala Charity Concert at the UK headquarters of the Church of Scientology this month purchased two urgently needed fast response vehicles for Sussex Air Ambulance. The organization delivers medical crews to accidents and medical emergencies and transports patients to the nearest major hospital or specialist unit in a fraction of the time a land ambulance takes.

While most of Sussex Air Ambulance rescues are by air, the charity also needs fast response vehicles for rescues in bad weather and at night.

This year, instead of the traditional check presentation at the end of the concert, two fast response vehicles were raced into the hall, lights flashing, and presented to Air Ambulance Chief Executive and three of his medical staff who accepted the gift on behalf of their team and those whose lives these vehicles will save.
The more than 1,500 attending the concert enjoyed a broad range of entertainment—jazz and swing to hip-hop and rock and roll—from Chill E.B., the Jive Aces, Jackie Wilson, Mari Percy, Christian Durocher, Michele Henderson and Cody Boogie Boy Lee, with a surprise finale dance performance by Kirstie Alley.

The Charity Concert was the final event of the three-day celebration of the 27th anniversary of the International Association of Scientologists held this year from October 14-16. Attended by more than 6,000 Scientologists and guests, the annual event included a day of seminars on IAS-sponsored humanitarian campaigns providing drug education and prevention, human rights education the Scientology Volunteer Ministers program—the largest independent relief force on Earth.
_________________
Saint Hill Manor is a site of great historical importance to Scientologists: It was home to Scientology Founder L. Ron Hubbard from 1959 to 1966, and where he completed development of an exact route anyone may travel to attain true spiritual freedom.

In 1984, leading Scientologists from around the world met at Saint Hill to found the International Association of Scientologists with this purpose: “To unite, advance, support and protect the Scientology religion and Scientologists in all parts of the world, so as to achieve the aims of Scientology as originated by L. Ron Hubbard.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTlrSYbCbHE&feature=results_main&playnext=1&list=PL367A602A2A712F10

So tell me reader, why in 1969 when the Citizens Commission for Human Rights was set up by Scientology's leader L. Ron Hubbard as a front group for Scientology, was I, a 12 year old girl threatened with being put into a mental institution if I ever spoke out about what happened on L. Ron Hubbard's ship the Apollo in 1967-1969.

And why was this woman and others still going through this in 2011, and all in the name of Human Rights and Religion.
http://celebritydaily.net/scandals/valeska-paris-scientology-held-her-prisoners-for-12-years/ 
http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/11/valeska_paris_chris_guider_scientology_freewinds.php
http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/12/valeska_paris_scientology_threat_letter.php
Scientology Kids:Indoctrinated by the age of 18.
http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/12/scientology_kid.php
More Scientology Kids:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IcT7yYmPMU0
http://exscientologykids.com/chris.html
This video is seriously disturbing: Be warned.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bclr5oMk3DE
http://exscientologykids.com/eskforums/viewtopic.php?t=440
http://ocmb.xenu.net/ocmb/viewtopic.php?t=32588

Scientology committing Human Rights Abuses since it's Inception.


Scientology's Scourge: Paulette Cooper Visits with the Voice.

Sunday 18 December 2011

Cathy Mullins Story: 1968 and beyond.

That's my story and I'm sticking with it

I've been thinking about writing this story for a long time. I don't know if there's any benefit in one more story -- not that they're all the same, but what can you learn from yet another detailing of the insanity? Perhaps the key is just to get it out, spill it, let it go once and for all. Well, here goes.

My mom introduced me to scientology in the summer of 1967, right after I offered her some LSD. She politely refused and said she was happy with what she was doing. I had to ask, "What?" Thus began my journey into the dark and crazy. I went down to the Phoenix franchise (before they were called missions, they were 'franchises' -- sounds kind of like a business, doesn't it?) and signed up for the communications course. I liked it. So I signed up for the dianetics auditor course. I even had an old Mark V emeter, the one made out of wood. I don't recall ever being trained how to actually use it, but it sat on my desk while I "audited" my "preclears." I got all my friends to agree to be audited. They liked it enough to get further into it. God, forgive me.

Back in the '60s there was something called "quickie grades." This means that the lower levels of the 'bridge' were being done in a quick and incomplete way. Hubbard later issued a bulletin making it a high crime to deliver "quickie grades." I zoomed through Grades 0 - IV in a few months -- totally nuts. By December I was at St. Hill doing the clearing course.

There were posters around talking about the Sea Organization and about how Hubbard needed strong, dedicated people to help him clear the planet. Hey, I wasn't doing anything, what the heck? I went home and sold everything I owned and bought a one-way plane ticket to Barcelona, Spain. It was early 1968.

Oh. My. God. See, this is what happens when you do a lot of drugs and have no future and then think someone else has a better idea of what to do with your life than you do. The first Advanced Org was in Alicante, so I took a bus to Alicante. What a beautiful place -- the city, not the org. Since I had never been on staff before, all the activities and functions were foreign to me. In fact, the only job I'd had was pumping gas. I'd never seen one of those ridiculous organizing boards before and I'd never heard of HCO Policy Letters. It didn't really matter. No one cared what you did or didn't know about how things were run. They were just glad of another warm body. I did something clerical for a while and then was told I was being assigned to the Royal Scotman (later named the Apollo).

I have to go now. This is the beginning of the story. There will be more, but I'm still dithering about putting it all out there.

I left out some things from my time at the Phoenix franchise: Heber Jentzsch was a newbie in scientology at that time and would sing for us, long-haired folk singer that he was. Also present was Peter Gillham -- before he was with Yvonne. After Henry Schlicting passed away, Peter and Doran Greene ran the franchise with their daughter Lauri.
My mom was one of the first "clears" from the Phoenix area. She and the other clears would have a little get-together once a month and tell their stories of St. Hill. My mom had met John McMasters and told about him. I'd forgotten that among the members of the "clear club" was a couple -- two men who were pretty openly gay. No one seemed to think anything of it -- they were not ostracized, in fact, they were the life of the party.

So, picking up where I left off...I actually signed that crazy billion year contract at the AO in Alicante. Since I was a recent druggie, the nuttiness of it didn't truly sink in. I was just going with the flow *facepalm*. After writing the first part of this story, I tried to remember what it felt like and, honestly, I cannot get even a shred of the feelings that certainly must have been happening. I was in a fog.

IIRC, I boarded the Royal Scotman in Alicante -- it might have been someplace else, who knows? Again, I can't conjure up what my reaction was at the moment I saw the ship or when I stepped aboard or when they showed me to my bunk -- well, here I do have a pretty strong reaction, mostly nausea -- it was so disgusting. And I was scared: What had I gotten myself into?

I put my meager belongings under my bunk, changed into a boiler suit thing and was assigned my first post: dishwasher.

Glorious and fun? I must have missed that part. In looking back and attempting to analyze the situation (through a haze of time and limited attention), I've realized that the "commodore" was not playing with a full deck. I mean, come on, a pretend Navy??? Not to mention the horrible conditions, truly evil punishments, bat-sh*t crazy people in charge. The one who comes to mind first is Baron Berez -- a man on a mission to demean, demoralize and terrify any and all who crossed his path (and a few who didn't). And I do not believe for one second that Hubbard did not know every little tiny thing that was going on. For years that was what I told myself: he must not have known, otherwise how could the horrific treatment of human beings that was the norm, go on as it did?

The galley was hot and chaotic. I washed dishes and pots all day. When I finally got finished I crashed in my bunk. After maybe an hour, the galley chief was pulling on my arm and telling me to get up. Apparently I'd missed some food on a plate or something -- I scrubbed the wooden floor boards and the floor underneath until morning. Then I washed dishes for another day. Sometime in the first week a woman came into the galley and asked me if I could type. I said yes and within two days I was typing the Orders of the Day and miscellaneous other paperwork. I had been transferred to HCO and was working for Baron Berez.

Most of you have heard of the policy about musical chairs and how bad that is for an org. Well, there certainly cannot be an org anywhere on the planet that did it worse than the Royal Scotman. I was only around for a year but must have been assigned to a dozen different posts. And each one ended in disaster, lower conditions, and once, a Flag Order saying I was never to be promoted above the rank of Petty Officer. I've thought about this aspect of my experience and have decided that it's probably the worst part of it. I was never allowed to get good at anything. When I screwed up on the job de jour, I was yanked off it, given some insane task for amends and then plunked down in something completely new. I didn't realize it at the time, but what a great joy it would have been if I could have had the opportunity to really learn a post and do it well. Looking back I understand that, very likely, almost everyone there was having the same trials and tribulations. People like Otto Roos or Diana Hubbard only did one thing and they knew what they were doing and they knew they were good at it and believe me, NO ONE messed with them. How did the rest of us peons have any hope of rising out of the slime if we were never given the chance to make a mistake, correct it, learn from it, and get better at our jobs?

The posts I had (that I remember): Bosun's mate, Ship Org LRH Communicator, Cook (Avon River), Commodore Staff Steward, Commodore Steward, deckie, dishwasher, typist. 

There are stories associated with each job I had. The "when" is up for grabs -- the whole year is a jumble (and please, those of you who think there is a "tech" explanation and solution for this, don't chime in). I will definitely get to all those stories.

I had no training in tech (I don't count the dianetics course because I truly didn't get it), admin, ethics, etc. None. I was brand new and had gone as far as OT I (1967 version). While on the RS, I did further OT levels under the supervision of Guy Eltringham -- what a good man. I distinctly remember how I felt when I read the OT III BS. My mouth would not close, it just hung open and my eyes were wide with disbelief. All I could think was, "Are you kidding me? This is a joke, right?" I told Guy how I felt and I've told many, many auditors since then. Not one of them helped me understand. But I digress.

Part of my story, and here I'm jumping ahead 30+ years, is that I left scientology TWICE. Yup, got in, got out, years passed, got in again and got out again. HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? That too will be answered, in time.

So here are a couple little anecdotes about the "Commodore." As his steward, it was my responsibility to clean his big office every morning before he started work. Every surface was wiped clean. The top of the desk was tidied. The windows had to be open, but no breeze could cross the desk. Hmmm...That was a time-consuming puzzle every day. In the bottom right-hand drawer of the desk were 10 packs of Kool menthol cigarettes. If I had to add one or two packs, I had to make sure that the newest ones were on the bottom -- rotate the stock so to speak. He said he knew if the cigs were too old. Hubbard drank his coffee from a big glass bowl. He claimed he could tell if the coffee was made with cold water to start or hot water. The hat write-up for the post of Commodore Steward was written by Mary Sue, of course. It was the size of a biiiiig book and I never read it all -- talk about minutiae. I think my undoing on that post was the incorrect washing of his underwear. I was never actually told what I'd done wrong to get busted down to deckie. Arghhh.

I want to give credit to the folks who frequent the blog "Leaving Scientology." I've lurked there for about a year and have been fascinated, inspired and rejuvenated as a result of their discussions. If you want to enjoy another place for lively discussion, I recommend it -- particularly the post "The Bridge to Nowhere." I have also been affected and impressed by Just Bill over at Ask the Scientologist.

The information on these sites was not new or startling, it was the discourse, the community, the openness. I've become a very isolated person since leaving scientology (the second time) and want to trust other people again. I didn't even realize that I wasn't trusting other people until I started to read these discussions.

I intend to keep adding to my story, bits and pieces as they occur to me. All of the encouragement and the thank yous help a lot. It IS fun and it IS therapeutic. Thanks.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, commodore's steward. Before I was given that job, I was the steward for the commodore's staff (except Mary Sue). So, CS1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. I cleaned their cabins, served their meals, did their laundry. I don't remember who was who, except of course Diana was CS6. The names of the big mucky-mucks that were around at that time were Otto Roos, Alex Sibersky, the Dunleavys, Hana Eltringham, the Jessups and Baron Berez. I was woken up in the middle of the night and told that I had been promoted to Commodore's Steward and that I had to get busy and learn what was expected of me before the old man woke up (which wasn't until about 11 a.m.). It turns out that the person who had been his steward had suddenly disappeared from the ship. Her name was Julia Migenes. We were in Italy and she took off to sing opera. I never knew the true story -- some said hubbard had given permission, others said she blew. Interesting that her picture is on one of those awful IAS posters that feature celebrities -- I saw it in 2004 at AOLA. I'm pretty sure she doesn't associate herself with scientology in any way.

My first job was to be ready with tomato juice to take into his cabin when he "called" for it. His "call" was a red light that would go on in the hallway. The light went on, I fetched the juice, and in I went. *gulp* He seemed surprised that Julia wasn't bringing his juice and asked where she was. I said I didn't know. At this point in my story, I'd been on board for a while and had been in and out of lots and lots of trouble. Of course, he'd known about most of the problems -- one way or another he was connected to all of them. That morning he put his hand on my shoulder and said, in a very kind way, "You've had a rough time of it, haven't you? Well, you're going to be okay."

Not so much. 

Thanks EP for the video of Julia. She sang for us a few times on the ship -- beautiful and effortless.

No, AnonyMary, Hubbard never yelled at me, but I heard plenty of his screaming, including some hollering about me. I had been on the ship for a short time and in that absolutely wonderful way they have of dropping you in the boiling pot and telling you to "make it go right," I was told to take the helm. No training, no practicing, no one behind me to give me pointers. Oh. My. God. Well, I guess it goes without saying that I made a balls-up of it. Turns out you have to be very patient when steering that much mass around the ocean. When you rotate the wheel, it takes quite a while for there to be any response. But I didn't know that. So when I didn't see any change in direction, I turned it some more. We went barreling through the Mediterranean like a giant snake -- first one way and then the other. Seems that Hubbard was trying to audit while all this was going on. He stormed up to the bridge, screaming bloody murder. He took it out on the Officer of the Deck (or Watch, or whatever), who turned to someone else, who yelled at someone else, until I felt a light tap on my shoulder and was told to get out. I waited outside for a few minutes and was told I could be a lookout. Oh sh*t. What does that mean? Look out for what? Eventually, after many tries at various aspects of seamanship, I got pretty good at it. When I was on the Avon River, which is quite a bit smaller than the RS, I had no trouble steering or looking out or even following charts. I never did learn anything about sextants and stars and so on. Oh well. I could splice heavy metal line and 3" nylon rope, I could operate a winch, I could throw a monkey's fist to the dock.

During the time I was Commodore Steward, there came to pass a particularly puzzling and unpleasant event. It was my job to serve Hubbard his meals. I didn't cook the meals, I just carried them from his galley to his table. He had his own cook, who had his own little galley, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the ship. This cook was a truly odd duck -- maybe someone remembers his name -- he was from the Caribbean and had a heavy accent and a mean streak. On the evening in question, I picked up the commodore's dinner, took it to him and removed the plate cover. IIRC, a few people around the table appeared concerned about what was on his dinner plate. I just stepped back and kept my head down. Much later, after I had gone to bed, two thugs showed up at my cabin. It was 3 a.m. and they said someone needed to see me on the aft well deck. Any logical, thinking, sane, rational person would have said, "WTF?! It's 3 in the morning, tell 'em to come back!." But no. Not me. I went with them. As soon as we got to the well deck I knew something was very very wrong. On the harbor side of the deck were two other thugs who were opening the gate. Thugs 1 and 2 each took one of my arms and frog marched me to the gate and unceremoniously tossed me into the harbor. We were in Malta at the time, although I suspect all harbors are disgusting. Dead rats, excrement, and other garbage floated by me as I struggled to keep my head up. I swam around the ship, climbed onto the dock, asked permission to board and went back to my cabin for some much needed sleep. Was I ever told what was wrong with the dinner? Be serious. I guess mind-reading is another skill I should have had but didn't.

I've been reading some other threads discussing TRs and was reminded of the comm course I took in Phoenix.

On TR2, we were instructed that there were 5, and only 5, acknowledgments that could be used: good, fine, OK, thank you and all right.

I had a very hard time getting over that when I did the Pro TRs 30 years later.

I have more stories -- putting together Christmas dinner for 35 people on the Avon River; having a B of I called because I had too much sex; hiding a piece of bridge equipment because I ruined it and didn't have the nerve to tell anyone. And more as they occur to me. 

My name is Cathy Mullins. I'd be interested if anyone here knows me from the Royal Scotman or the Avon River (1968), San Diego Org (2002-05), Flag or AOLA (the first one in the old house or the second one at Pac Base). My memory is not so good when it comes to names so I'm hoping someone with a better memory will get in touch.

My favorite time in the SO was being the cook on the Avon River. I was pretty much autonomous -- there are three people you don't mess with on a ship: the cook, the payclerk (we didn't really have one of those) and the captain. So I was left to my own devices. It was a challenge to plan, shop for and cook three meals a day for 35 people. The cold stuff was kept in a huge metal-lined ice chest on the deck. Produce was stashed in baskets outside, above the galley. Once, when we were at sea, I was making baked pork chops. The pitch and roll eventually splashed grease out of the pan and it caught on fire! Yikes. Luckily, I had a fire extinguisher, but of course it meant the dinner was ruined. I made coffee by boiling water in a huge pot, dumping in the coffee grinds and then adding egg shells to settle the grinds. The coffee was then ladled into pitchers for the two tables -- the officer's mess and the crew mess. The dining tables had rails around them to keep the dishes from sliding into people's laps. There were plenty of people who couldn't handle being at sea -- they'd get really sick and have to keep a bucket around their necks. They weren't welcome in the mess.

So Christmas came around and I needed to come up with a big, luscious meal. I ordered a turkey from the chandler, which, in itself, was a feat -- language problems, measurement issues (what's a kilogram?) and so on. I had only ever seen Butterball turkeys, the kind with a little pop-out thingie that tells you when it's done. It's all clean and shiny and ready for tucking in the oven and basting. Well, the chandler shows up with a dead turkey. It's head had been cut off and the feathers were plucked. But that was all. The innards were still inside and there sure as hell was no pop-out thingie. The cook before me was Andrea Sibersky. She had left behind an excellent cook book, which explained exactly what to do to clean out the bird, making sure no foul juices got loose and spoiled it. It was a life-saver. That meal took me three days to prepare. It included two legs of lamb, lots of veggies, salads and bread. I don't think there was any dessert. And I didn't get ANY of it -- I was busy finishing the cooking, dishing it up, serving it. *sigh*

RPX, perhaps the captain, Amos Jessup, said something about a great meal, but otherwise, nope.

The Avon River was really pretty fun, in part because the commodore wasn't there. We went to the island of Sardinia, the port of Cagliari. It was beautiful. There were some Italian navy ships docked there and the sailors would come around and ogle the female "sailors." One guy in particular was interested in me. He somehow got permission to come on board and the next thing I knew, he was following me around. He talked to me and smiled; I just smiled back. I actually went on a date with him, although how that came about is now a mystery to me. We went to a movie, which of course was in Italian -- Bora, Bora, Bora, I think. Afterward we had pizza covered in anchovies. yuck. And then...well, he was supposed to be guarding a warehouse that night. He took me to the warehouse, where he'd made up a cot. I'll leave the rest to your imagination. This little get-together was kind of a big deal because if we'd been caught, he would have been severely disciplined -- maybe even kicked out of the navy. This little escapade, coupled with my rejection of the harbor master, would figure prominently in the B of I that was instigated later. Seems that one of our young engineers was pissed because I was sleeping with other guys, but not him. His boss, the chief engineer John O'Keefe, finally demanded that SOMETHING MUST DONE ABOUT IT!

BTW, John O'Keefe was married to one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen -- I think she was from Denmark.

Thanks, AnonyMary for the link to DartSmohen -- yes, I'd read some of it but will read the rest. And yes, I did go to some protests here in Portland. I also went with a group from San Diego to protest at Int Base -- that was quite a while ago. I met Graham Berry and Nathan Baca (who gave me his card to give to Jeff Hawkins, so he could do a story about him).

Thanks, AD. I'm glad to be here. And perhaps you're right about it working out to be a good thing that I never got good at anything.

While I was working for the Bosun (don't know, but maybe his name was Len), I was cleaning and sprucing up the bridge. There was a beautiful brass cover that went over the compass. It had some small dents in it and I decided it would look better if it was all smoothed out. Hmmm.... but how to do it? I took it up to the bosun's locker and found a ball peen hammer. Oops. I didn't realize until it was waaaaay too late that I chosen the exact wrong tool. Now, instead of a few small dents, there were hundreds of little pimples. I foolishly tried sanding those down. No help. It just got worse and worse. So I finally stuffed it under some ropes that looked unused and never said another word about it. This was toward the end of my time on the ship.

All during the year I was on the RS and Avon river, I would write to the commodore and ask for permission to leave. Of course I always wrote when I was in a boatload of trouble. Hubbard would write back and ask me if I would wait a while and see if I still wanted to leave. The answer I was hoping for came after I'd been assigned to be the liaison between a Greek crew installing some new navigation equipment and the ship. The chief of the Greek installers spoke English. He'd tell me what he wanted to accomplish, where they'd need to work, etc. My job was to coordinate with all the people affected -- get them out of their offices for the required period. The project was going well so I wrote again for permission to leave. This time the answer was "Yes, take a year off." One night I was walking on the Promenade deck and the commodore came out on deck. He seemed surprised to see me and asked, "Didn't I give you permission to go home?" I said I needed to stay to get the equipment installed. That made him smile and I got my second pat on the back.

As it turned out, I didn't get to stay to complete the project. We were told, in no uncertain terms, to GTFO of Greece -- we had 24 hours to vacate the premises.

Back to the story...we were just leaving Greece
Many, many years later I read the truth about why we were booted out of Greece. Of course we weren't told anything when it happened. There we were, with 24 hours to secure the ship and hit the "road." I knew it was time for me to leave, but in such a short time??? Arghhh. Everyone I needed to see to get off the ship was up to their asses in alligators and my wanting a signature on a routing form was not going to go over well. It truly was chaos. The amazing thing is, I did it. I got my few belongings together and walked off the ship in Corfu. There was a mission leaving for LA at the same time so I tagged along with them to Athens. I had $5 to get from Greece to Phoenix. I used my money to call my mom. (When I left Phoenix with a one-way ticket to Spain to join the SO, my mom had wished me well. I knew I could call her for help.) I told her I needed a plane ticket from Athens to Phoenix. She said, "I assume you don't mean Athens, Georgia." lol We talked about what to do and finally it was decided that she would pay for a ticket in Phoenix in my name and I'd pick it up in Athens. What we didn't talk about was which airline. D'oh!

In Athens I slept on the floor of the hotel room where the mission was staying. That night we went to the movies and saw Gone With the Wind. I'd never seen it before. Here's the weird part: the movie started and there were subtitles, so I "knew" I couldn't understand it, right? If there's subtitles, it must be in a foreign language. It took me a minute to switch my ears back on and listen. The next day I ran back and forth between TWA and the other major international airline offices, asking for a ticket in my name. Back and forth, back and forth, getting more frantic every trip. The mission was going to be checking out of the hotel and I had no money and no way to get any money. Finally, the guy at TWA said he had my ticket. But I had almost no time to get to the airport. I raced to the hotel, grabbed my stuff, borrowed bus fare and made it to the airport. Whew!

After the long flight to NY, I was pooped and really looking forward to getting back to my mom's house. My ticket was student stand-by from NY to Phx. I checked at the desk and asked for a flight to meet. I waited at 4 or 5 gates, but they were all full. Back at the desk, the guy said the next flight would be in the morning. No way. I was NOT spending the night on a chair in the airport. I asked the guy if I could see his list of flights. Chutzpah is my middle name. I saw there was a flight leaving in about 2 hours from a different airport. That looked good to me. But how to get there?? How much would a taxi cost? Maybe $10? Well, there was nothing for it but to ask him for the money. Which I did and he opened his petty cash box and gave it to me. I got to do one of those jump-in-the-cab-and-say-go-faster things like in the movies. Fun.

I made it. I got home to Phoenix and my mom that night. I'd been away a year and had seen some really horrible things. I saw people confined to a ballast tank, fed left-overs (or nothing); I saw people thrown into the harbor who were terrified (one of them clung to a pipe coming out of the side of hull, it was a toilet pipe); I saw pettiness, jealousy, fear, betrayal, lust, but I did NOT see the sane, brilliant, ARC-full environment I had expected.

I was exhausted. 

I didn't stay long at my mom's house. It was the weirdest thing -- it was like everyone was moving and talking through molasses. It was like watching a movie in slow motion. After a while, I just couldn't handle it anymore, so I hopped on a bus and went to LA. I walked into the AO and said I was ready to get back to work. I forgot about my year's leave and the year I'd spent in hell -- just put them right out of my mind. That would be another "D'oh!" (Someone's keeping track, right?) I was the Tech Admin. People on their upper levels came to me for materials. It was a very loose operation as I recall. I know the file cabinet with the material was locked, but seriously, I don't think there was much security going on.

There was this guy, Doc Thibedeau, who would bring me fresh carrot juice every morning and massage my neck. He was great.

The MAA loved to play a little game that was all about catching me out of the office with the file cabinet unlocked. He eventually did and had a great time assigning me various conditions.

Here's some names of people I remember being there at that time (early 1969, AOLA on Bonnie Brae, I think): Neil Safarti, David Light, Ira and Sue Chaleff, Scottie Douglas (he was the chaplain) and maybe Kima Douglas. I remember a tall, black-haired woman who befriended me.

I got some auditing for some reason and had a really, really, really bad time afterward. I walked out of the session completely confused and disoriented. I had no idea where I was, what day it was, who I was, nothing. I wandered around until I saw a beautiful green neon sign. It was calling to me. I went inside the building with the sign, got in the elevator, rode to the 3rd floor, went into the women's room and fell asleep for 2 1/2 hours. Can you get that comfortable on the toilet?

When I woke up, I was pretty sure everything wasn't okay. It seemed like I was supposed to be somewhere, but it just wasn't coming to me. I thought of Scottie and called him (curiously, I'd been friends with Scottie back in Arizona and was responsible for him getting into scientology). He was very calm and sweet and helped me get my bearings. I went through some condition bullshit, didn't get another session and life went on.

I went on a date with a public and we ended up in his bed. A few months later I found out I was pregnant. I told him and said I was keeping the baby. The next week he showed up with some legal documents he wanted me to sign (he's a lawyer). These documents said that I would never say who the father of my baby was and I'd never ask him for any money. The most ethical people on the planet, huh?! I tore up the papers and looked him in the eyes and told him I felt sorry for him. That's the best you can do, creep?

Being pregnant and living in a house with about 30 other people is not a good combination. And, to add insult to injury, the couple who were cooking for us were two of the laziest slobs ever put on this earth. The kitchen was foul, the food was nasty and the stench permeated the house. I had morning sickness, usually on the stairs as I was going to the org. During this time, I had a day off and went with some of the other crew to a public's house on the beach. We had a terrific party, I got wasted and slept on the beach. When I woke up, I went for a swim. The undertow got hold of me and I honestly thought I was going to drown. But I did the "just relax and go with it" thing and was deposited safely on the shore.

As I got more pregnant, it got harder to work 80 hours a week, get no sleep and be fed garbage. Once, I took all the money I had and went to a local diner and ate liver. I was craving stuff and couldn't get it. Naturally I wanted to go home. Again. I had told my mom I was pregnant and wanted to be at home, but she had no way of knowing that I couldn't just get on the bus whenever I felt like it. It came to a head when my sister walked in the door one morning and announced that she and her boyfriend had just driven over from Phoenix to take me home. Oops. My office mates' eyes got very wide and their mouths dropped open. Let me see, I thought to myself, how can I spin this??? I asked my sister if she wouldn't mind waiting outside and I'd come as soon as I could. Well, what a day that turned out to be. At lunch time, someone told the Supercargo (whatever the hell that is) that I was going to split, like go AWOL. The Supercargo -- I'm pretty sure it was Sue Chaleff -- sat me down in the MAA's office and told me I was an enemy. She put handcuffs on my left wrist and locked me in the basement. Yup, that's what I said: LOCKED ME IN THE BASEMENT.

I've never had such clarity. I've never been more lucid as I was in that next hour, sitting on the steps, listening to the boiler. I just sat there and went through everything that was happening. I scripted what would happen next, every word, her's and mine. I envisioned her leading me out to the old garage in back to work all night in addresso. When I had the scenario perfect, I knocked on the door and asked to be let out. It went down precisely as I'd imagined it. In a matter of moments I was elevated to liability, had my grey rag, and was given a front row seat at the impossible addresso project. There was a young kid working at the same table and a very old man running the mimeo machine on the other side of the garage. I pretended to do some work for a while and then said to the kid, "Nancy needs to see you right now." He didn't ask a single question, just got up and went away. I wasn't worried about the old man. He could barely see or hear. I walked out of the garage, around the side of the house, jumped in my sister's car and said, "Take me home." She and her boyfriend had waited all day. We didn't bother going by the disgusting house for my belongings, I just wanted to get out of there. I slept on the back seat. Somewhere in the middle of the night, we stopped at a Denny's. I had to go in wearing my ridiculous uniform (much worse than the vampire outfits on the other thread): white turtle neck shirt, white mini (very mini) skirt and SILVER BOOTS.

My mom took good care of me and let me sleep as much as I wanted. People from the SO started calling the next morning, assuring me that coming back to them was the right thing and we'd work it all out. blah blah blah. I wasn't having any. Not at that point anyway.


When I was about 8 months pregnant, I went to LA to attempt a reconciliation with the CoS. I dropped by the local GO's office and asked them if we could just be friends. Nope. No deal. I was an enemy -- again. *sigh*

I stayed at my mom's for the next couple of years. My daughter was born in early 1970, I went back to college, and the CoS sent me notices through a collection agency for $15,000 (give or take a few $$). I have a recollection of something that may not have happened, but it might have. I think I got a call from Paulette Cooper during this time. I think she was asking me if I wanted to talk about my experiences. Maybe that's what happened and maybe I told her I was not willing to say anything. How did I know there was a risk in speaking out? I didn't have any information about that, but I went with my instincts. I did, however, talk to a reporter (with the promise of no names used) from San Diego about the awfulness of the CoS. I worried and worried about what would happen when his article came out. Turned out his editor DID have information about what could befall a whistle blower and nixed the article.

Occasionally I did some newsletter layouts for the Phoenix franchise, but otherwise scientology faded from my life. My mom was done with it too, so it never really became an issue. We both just went on with life, and except for the lovely baby now in our lives, it was as if it never occurred.

In 1978, after the Jonestown disaster, I was asked to speak to a sociology class at Arizona State University about charismatic leaders. It was the first time I tried to sort out my thoughts about what had overcome me so completely that I was willing to sign my life over to someone I didn't even know. I did not have the smarts to figure it out and I wasn't aware of anyone like Steve Hassan. I guess I lived in a different kind of bubble at that point. I told the students in that class that it was easy to fall for some else's idea of what to do with your life -- if you had not made any plans for yourself. I heard the words coming out of my mouth and was stunned to discover that that was EXACTLY what had happened -- I had never made any plans for myself. Never. Years later I had the realization, while attending Incest Survivor meetings, that I had only been able to plan a day at a time. My concern as a child was immediate survival -- there was no room for "future planning." I was the perfect target for scientology.

From 1970 to 1993, I was free of scientology. I didn't get to marry my sweetheart (not then anyway) because of it, but I was out of it (lol, in more ways than one).

Everything changed on October 6, 1993 when I married my darling -- a devout scientologist.

To read the rest of Cathy's story go here:
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?18736-That-s-my-story-and-I-m-sticking-with-it/page7




Saturday 17 December 2011

Corfu,1968.

The Commodore and the Colonels always reminds me of this picture that Tony Ortega has put with this article:
http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/12/writing_ot_viii.php

The caption should read; Hubbard, Diana and Nate Jessop.A funny story about Nate, his brother Amos went to get Nate out of the cult of Scientology and ended up becoming a loyal officer himself. The sad story is Amos did eventually leave, however Nate is still there, or at least so I am told.

December 14: SMERSH has infiltrated even Australia's government! The bastards!
SMERSH Good News. Adelaide trouble had a reprieve when they did not pass a ban bill at once but delayed it until Feb due to the filibuster tactics of our opposition and the ferocity of our defense. The "Parliament" there was considering a bill to ban Scn, backed of course by the Health Minister who is a SMERSH appointee.
LRH, COMMODORE


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SMERSH

Baron Berez? Sounds like a fictional character.But is he?

Baron Berez is a Squirrel, that's straight from the mouth of the biggest nut of them all - L. Ron Hubbard - Founder:

Subject: Squirrel groups

30 November 1970

The following is a list of squirrel groups past and present. Anyone
found to have ever been a member, or associate, or student or
practicioner of any of these groups comes under the Policy „Enrolment
[sic] in Suppressive groups" of 29 June 1968

Abilitism - USA
The American College Propriotary Ltd. - Australia
Amprinistics - USA, Aus. [,] New Zealand, UK
The Assoc. of Int'l Dianologists - USA
The Aus. Center of Applied Psychology - Aus
Balanced Determinism - USA
The Brotherhood - USA
Calif. Assoc. of Dianetic Auditors - USA
Calif. Dianetic Fdn. - USA
Church of the final Judgement - USA, UK, EU, Mex.
Church of Satan - USA, UK, EU, Mex.
Christan [sic] Spiritual Alliance - USA
Dianology - USA
E-Therapy - USA
Eumentics - UK
Harmonistics - USA
Institute of Ability - USA
Int'l Awareness Center - USA
New Principles - USA, UK
Personal Creative Fdn. - USA
The Process - USA, UK, EU, Mex.
Reform Church of Scientology - USA
Sciognostics - USA
Self-Realization - UK, USA
Trichotomy - USA
Trinitology - USA
Triology - USA
Vacuum Cleaning Procedure - USA
World Society for Everyman's Freedom - USA

In some cases the groups no longer exist, but in many others they have
simply changed their name and carried on as before, in which case the
group has not been disbanded by any means. In any event, the final
decision on whether a squirrel group has been disbanded or not rests
with the Guardian's office in Bureau 4.

Additions made by US:

Eductivism - USA
Anderson Research Fdn - USA
Defense or Thought - USA
Erhart [sic] Seminar Training (EST) - USA

The following people have been found by their consistent activities to
destroy Scientology to be dangerous to Scientology orgs and staffs.
They are few in number compared to our own, but regularly create more
havoc than would be expected from their apparent spheres of
influence[.]

We will not close the door forever on these few, but have withdrawn
all forms of help as we are not in the business of saving wounded
water buffaloes. Consequently any attempt by any of these listed to
get back on lines, must be referred to Guardian's Office Bureau 4
section for Internal Security. The Ethics officer or whoever is
covering will then handle as per advices given to him from bureau 4.

Andy Anderson
Ivor Batchelor
Bob Bayford
Richard Benjamin
Baron Berez

http://www.holysmoke.org/cos/docs/squirrel-groups-hubbard-list.txt

It appears he is for real, though I do not remember the name.However here is someone I remember well and his wife.And of course disconnection was canceled, it must be true it's in writing.

The birth of the Sea Org - The Die is Cast:
http://aidathomas.wordpress.com/tag/scientology/

Apart from us merely going through the motions of carrying out these impractical instructions another scenario was unfolding.     After the initial communication and as the “heat” was turned up by the old man, Berez decided It was no longer wise to be at the receiving end of this erupting volcano.    Next thing I know Berez chucks the radio to me.    As it flies through the air there is this thundering voice emanating from it.    I catch it and decide instantly; no way.   I immediately chuck the radio to someone else, who clearly had also decided that they would rather skip this opportunity to converse with the commodore.      Just as quickly the radio is passed to another who also figures they will give it a miss and chucks it to someone else.   I know this went on for a few minutes until someone boldly reestablished comm.    It seemed now that LRH finally realized the situation.    Once the engine packed up we were left with two options.    One; we make ourselves as comfortable as possible and wait till dawn, hoping the weather won’t get worse.    Two; someone comes out as soon as possible and tows us back into port.




Hubbard, Diana and Nate Jessop.

It was during our stay in Corfu that the class 8 auditor’s course was launched.    The first batch of students to attend the course came from outer orgs.   There introduction to the SO environment was a baptism of fire as evidenced on the introductory class 8 tapes.     During the course over-boards became SOP.     And I must admit I had a pretty callous attitude regarding this practice until a particular incident influenced my views.   In other words, I saw nothing wrong in people being chucked off the aft deck until a friend of mine who couldn’t swim was over-boarded.    The terror and humiliation this guy had to endure was a sad day for me.


The trip by train to Copenhagen was another Keystone cops episode.    Imagine changing trains several times with around 30 staff members along with huge trunks filled with AO materials.   A couple of places we only had a few minutes to change from one train to another.   When we got to Germany, we discovered some trunks filled with OT materials and course tapes including the class 8 tapes were missing – we had left it on the train in Milan.    Don’t ask.  If you have been around in the SO for awhile words aren’t necessary here.

Mike Stainsforth and one other were immediately sent back to find the stuff.   Imagine our relief when they caught up with us having successfully retrieved the material.    The coach with our stuff still aboard was found amongst hundreds of others awaiting cleaning and possible maintenance.
Having found the perfect building for an AO on a farm outside Copenhagen we set up shop.  Soon however we realized we had a problem.

Simple fact was we had no established lower level feeder orgs – we had no established field.   Yet it was up to us to make things go right.    With very limited set-up funds, a crew to feed, rent to pay and no established field from which to cultivate an AO public, things looked kinda grim.    Keep in mind there was only one org in Europe at that time.   Paris was it with not much else going on.   We were supposed to get our public from SA, AUS and NZ, but that would take time.


According to my Dad,the one other was a Texan, wore the cowboy hat, the cowboy boots and was a really good guy. Weren't they all? These incredible lovers of Hubbard technology that taught children such hard lessons, like how to bring yourself up, because "we parent's have better things to do, we are clearing the fucking planet" We are teaching children how to grow up, childhood is a thing of the past.You are born, now grow up, forget childhood, it is an aberration.Childhood is ALL in your mind. CLEAR it with Dianetics!YOU have lived before,therefore you do not need to be a child, be an adult,get on with it.

Life is such fun, an amazing adventure when you disconnect parents and children from one another.

L Ron Hubbard has come under some severe criticism over the years, some of which I know from personal experience is unfounded. 

In spite of this grim picture what follows next turned out to be another memorable period in my SO career.  Knowing that the org was in the hands of some very competent people I could get out there and do my thing.  Jill was without a doubt one of the best org CO’s I have ever known and I bet few equaled her since. Ask anyone who knew her.

Oh, she was the best, one of the best dis-connectors of families I personally have ever come across and ALL in the name of L. Ron Hubbard. Jill van Staden, one hell of a loyal Officer and in such a good cause.

Whilst looking through all things 1968 today I came across a few little gems, we'll start with this one:

An old friend to the end

by Damian Mac Con Uladh
27 Jun 2010

JOHN FORTE jokes at how he found his way to Greece by paraphrasing the words of Julius Caesar on his invasion of Britain in 55BC. 

“I came, I saw, and was conquered,” says the formidable Forte, who will be 95 next birthday, in a telephone interview from his home in picturesque Paleokastritsa, Corfu.

The Bristol native’s first visit to Greece was in the spring of 1946 with the Royal Norfolk Regiment, part of the large contingent Winston Churchill had sent to Greece during the civil war. “Our role was to bolster Greek morale and give indirect support to her war against the communists,” says Forte, who was commissioned into the British Army at the age of 19. 

His regiment was based in Patra but had a detachment in Corfu, which brought him to an island with which he would establish a lifelong relationship, not only through marriage.

During his time on the island, the young officer met a Corfu girl, Nadia Kourkoumeli. The two fell in love and were married on the island a year later, when Forte was based in Ioannina. She is a great-granddaughter of Sir Dimitrios Kourkoumelis, who was regent of Corfu in the closing days of British rule, when, as coincidence would have it, Forte’s own grandfather was posted with a British regiment in the old fortress of the island.
 
Early reader
In 1952 Forte found himself attached to the British Military Mission in Athens. “This gave me the opportunity to buy the very first issue of the Athens News, which was, of course, then a daily.”

Forte remembers the appearance of the new title on 29 January 1952 as a very welcome addition. “It was a popular read and godsend to all UK residents in Greece - as it is today,” he remarks, characterising the newspaper’s founder, Yannis Horn, as “inimitable”.

On his retirement from the army at the rank of major in 1958, Forte was appointed British vice-consul on Corfu, a post he kept until 1971

During this period, Forte maintains that he assisted his adopted island in a number of ways. 

“Firstly, by putting Corfu on the world-tourist map by publishing my acclaimed guidebook Corfu: Venus of the Isles; it was published in 1963 and later ran into six editions. 

“It received the written congratulations and gratitude of the secretary-general of the Greek National Tourism organisation and of the Corfiot and erstwhile prime minister George Rallis,” Forte proudly recalls.

Seven books followed, including The Palace of St Michael and George (1994), which a contemporary Athens News review praised: “Of the myriad books which have been produced this year to coincide with the [European Council] summit, the best value must be John Forte’s The Palace of St Michael and George.”

Last year, he republished his The Commodore and the Colonels, first released in 1981 (see sidebar).

Sport, especially tennis and cricket, is another lifelong Forte passion. Indeed, Forte counts himself among one of the oldest members of the Marylebone Cricket Club: he joined, he says, “when membership was far more exclusive than it is now”.

On Corfu, Forte, in conjunction with the British Daily Telegraph, revived the island’s centuries-old cricket tradition, which had become moribund through the lack of funds. “At last year’s May cricket festival, I was presented by the president of the Hellenic Cricket Federation with a silver engraved shield in recognition of my services,” he says.

Another achievement on Corfu he likes to highlight is his involvement in the resuscitation in 1960 of the Holy Trinity Anglican Church which had been closed for over 20 years. 
 
Patriotism

He and his wife live in both Greece and the UK, but prefer to spend the winter in England.

Comparing his two homes, he says: “Over the past decade I find that Greece, though not to the same extent as Britain, has suffered from change and decay, thanks to a large extent to our legislators.”

But he sees some hope in Greece’s attempts to overcome its present predicament.

“I believe that Prime Minister George Papandreou has the ability to pull the country through this crisis with the support of Greek patriotism,” says the major. “This patriotism is more fervent here than in most countries, thanks mainly, in my opinion, to education offered by the Greek national service, which would be a cure for most of Britain’s present ailments.”

Once a soldier, always a soldier.
 
Corfu and the sect

THE ARRIVAL in August 1968 into Corfu harbour of the Sierra Leone-flagged Royal Scotman (sic) was an event that aroused little initial interest on the Ionian island.

Seven months later, however, the ship - renamed the Apollo and flying the Panamanian flag - and two auxiliary vessels were given 24 hours to leave Greek waters.

The Apollo and the smaller ships, the Athena and Diana, were part of the Sea Org, a seaborne Scientologist outfit established in 1968. It was commanded by Lafayette Ron Hubbard, the American science-fiction writer who established the church in 1954, and a mixed-bag group of followers from the US, UK, Australia, South Africa and elsewhere. 

In this book, The Commodore and the Colonels, retired major John Knox Forte revisits this most peculiar of incidents in Greek history, one that saw the controversial Church of Scientology attempt to open a “university” on the island of Corfu.

Forte was the honorary British vice-consul on Corfu during Scientology’s sojourn on the island and played a role in ejecting Hubbard and his ships.

The presence of the mini-fleet pleased the island’s traders and merchants, who benefited from the Sea Org’s spending on supplies, estimated to be in the region of a thousand pounds a day, a welcome boost to the island’s economy during the otherwise quiet winter months.

Hubbard issued a “manifesto for Corfu”, which envisaged a number of mass tourism projects as well as the founding of a university to spread his self-help theory of dianetics. He left a positive impression on the island’s elite and its two main newspapers, which were already muzzled owing to the imposition of the April 1967 military dictatorship.

Indeed, Hubbard appealed to the vanity of the colonels, claiming that the junta’s constitution represented “the most brilliant tradition of Greek democracy”.

But others, including local journalist Costas Daphnis, found the drilling of the uniformed crew on Greek territory and the early-morning practice of throwing reprobate crewmembers overboard as punishment much more dubious.

These worries were shared by the American, British and Australian embassies, which were concerned about the wellbeing of their citizens aboard the ships, some of whom made attempts to flee from Scientology.

Forte is to be congratulated on this republication, which sheds much welcome light on the dubious activities of Hubbard and the litigious and secretive organisation he established.
 
The Commodore  and the Colonels By John Forte
Olympia Publishers, 2009. 123pp, 7.99 euros

http://www.athensnews.gr/issue/13396/22271 



Marysue's letter to Sir John Foster:
http://www.xenu.net/archive/books/bfm/mshlettr.htm


http://home.snafu.de/tilman/krasel/germany/

http://exscn.net/content/view/125/98/

Another little gem is a delightful little film about Corfu made in 1972:
http://vimeo.com/623638

About as far removed as life on the Apollo as you can possibly imagine, but interesting none the less.