Saturday, 30 March 2013

Old Auditors Wanted

Old Auditors wanted, thats the scientology magazine, not the people who think they are councilors, whole track going into past lives. From the 1960s to around 1980. Please contact me if you have any of these. Thank you.

How big was Old St.Hill? 1985

Auditor 35

Auditor 27

Friday, 29 March 2013

Compasion is a very strange thing, You have either got it or you haven't...

I know I am hated on the Internet, do I care, NO, I do not!

LRH "tech" ruined any semblance of family life I could have had as a child.For whatever reason It turned my Father into a blithering Idiot, not only my Father but many parents, they forgot what being a parent meant and all in the name of L. Ron Hubbard.

Hip, Hip, Hooray!

I remember thinking back in 1967 when I was present at a picture being taken of the Gillham kids, WOW this lady loves her kids unconditionally, and what did she do, she gave them to L. Ron Hubbard, and I thought I got the raw deal.

World of Weirdos! WOW!

Thursday, 28 March 2013


Mr Hodkin are you still smiling?

How about you Mr. Wilson?

Stephania, are you on the RPF yet?

Terril Park, hows the freezone going, still nicely ticking along?

Tick Tock was the name of a poodle, one of my many mothers used to own...

So why are they dead?

because they no longer wanted to continue in Scientology.

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

A Tribute to Anonymous

These guys  took me forward and gave me strength on my first picket in march 2008. Never to be forgotten.

People have a right to speak out when bad things happen to them, Scientologists, when I was a young child violated that right all in the name of L. Ron Hubbard, and be assured L. Ron Hubbard played a very active part in that.

Anonymous to me have played a major role in making those buildings empty.Sucks, huh! Sucks to be a child in scientology also. You know those building blocks, they are all falling down.

Gorilla Goals

I don't like the fact that gorillas natural habitat is and has been destroyed, I don't like it that gorillas have been killed to make money, using their hands as ashtrays, their heads as trophy's and their young being torn from their parents arms as they are murdered.In the same way as I don't like the fact that humans natural habitat is destroyed, made little of ,people's lives ruined and all in the name of L. Ron Hubbard.I don't like it that some nasty little cult has grown to such proportions that they have so much money they can rough shod all and sundry.

It doesn't matter to me if their buildings are empty, real estate obviously hasn't got as many problems as they thought they had.Something has just come to me, I've got to go.

Saturday, 23 March 2013

Here is what I have to say about scientology, and I don't think I could make it any simpler

Feel my finger!

You want Chaos, here is Chaos!

Here is scientology and what it can do for YOU!

When YOU Scientologists want to face up to the truth, I am here, but YOU don't want to. Too f*cking hard to deal with? You are damned right it is hard to deal with.Huh!You have an entire life of LIES, LIES, LIES! Don't YOU ever try and tell me I don't know what I am talking about. I was there and so were many of YOU.


Life is NOT a GAME where Scientology is involved, but they would have YOU think so.

David Miscavige Made Me Do It

That, is some serious WTF? logic there – typical of a slavemaster.

*WTF is an acronym for what the fuck?
About 2 years ago, I wrote a brief and informal blog post called David Miscavige Made Me Do it. In that post, I was going over Scientology’s role as the Cult of Blame.
It is amazing how consistent the slavemaster-types are at altering certain truths in order to attempt to justify their erroneous methods and treatment of others – which of course are always billed as “scientific”, or “enlightened”, “logical”, or “from a higher level”.
Take this truth that I had simply detailed in my post:
This is not to say that one can’t, (and actually should in a lot of cases) expose in great detail another’s wrong actions, because those are most definitely that person’s responsibility. Or, to use a Scientology term – their Cause. Doing so is not blame.
Blame is transferring responsibility for what you did to the other person in spite of the truth that your actions are 100 percent your responsibility, and no one else’s.
Put that together with my more recent article, what makes abuse, ABUSE – this part:

ABUSE is action taken to try and change something in someone that should not be changed.

This can take the form of trying to force change OUT of something that should not be changed, to trying to force change INTO something that should not be changed into.
These are essentially the two main methods of ABUSE.

Friday, 22 March 2013

Eight traits of the Disinformationalist

Eight Traits of the Disinformationalist

taken from THIS PAGE which has much what is in this thread plus this and other good summations worth learning:

1) Avoidance. They never actually discuss issues head-on or provide constructive input, generally avoiding citation of references or credentials. Rather, they merely imply this, that, and the other. Virtually everything about their presentation implies their authority and expert knowledge in the matter without any further justification for credibility.

2) Selectivity. They tend to pick and choose opponents carefully, either applying the hit-and-run approach against mere commentators supportive of opponents, or focusing heavier attacks on key opponents who are known to directly address issues. Should a commentator become argumentative with any success, the focus will shift to include the commentator as well.

3) Coincidental. They tend to surface suddenly and somewhat coincidentally with a new controversial topic with no clear prior record of participation in general discussions in the particular public arena involved. They likewise tend to vanish once the topic is no longer of general concern. They were likely directed or elected to be there for a reason, and vanish with the reason.

4) Teamwork. They tend to operate in self-congratulatory and complementary packs or teams. Of course, this can happen naturally in any public forum, but there will likely be an ongoing pattern of frequent exchanges of this sort where professionals are involved. Sometimes one of the players will infiltrate the opponent camp to become a source for straw man or other tactics designed to dilute opponent presentation strength.

5) Anti-conspiratorial. They almost always have disdain for ‘conspiracy theorists’ and, usually, for those who in any way believe JFK was not killed by LHO. Ask yourself why, if they hold such disdain for conspiracy theorists, do they focus on defending a single topic discussed in a NG focusing on conspiracies? One might think they would either be trying to make fools of everyone on every topic, or simply ignore the group they hold in such disdain.Or, one might more rightly conclude they have an ulterior motive for their actions in going out of their way to focus as they do.

6) Artificial Emotions. An odd kind of ‘artificial’ emotionalism and an unusually thick skin — an ability to persevere and persist even in the face of overwhelming criticism and unacceptance. This likely stems from intelligence community training that, no matter how condemning the evidence, deny everything, and never become emotionally involved or reactive. The net result for a disinfo artist is that emotions can seem artificial.

Most people, if responding in anger, for instance, will express their animosity throughout their rebuttal. But disinfo types usually have trouble maintaining the ‘image’ and are hot and cold with respect to pretended emotions and their usually more calm or unemotional communications style. It’s just a job, and they often seem unable to ‘act their role in character’ as well in a communications medium as they might be able in a real face-to-face conversation/confrontation. You might have outright rage and indignation one moment, ho-hum the next, and more anger later — an emotional yo-yo.

With respect to being thick-skinned, no amount of criticism will deter them from doing their job, and they will generally continue their old disinfo patterns without any adjustments to criticisms of how obvious it is that they play that game — where a more rational individual who truly cares what others think might seek to improve their communications style, substance, and so forth, or simply give up.

7) Inconsistent. There is also a tendency to make mistakes which betray their true self/motives. This may stem from not really knowing their topic, or it may be somewhat ‘freudian’, so to speak, in that perhaps they really root for the side of truth deep within.

I have noted that often, they will simply cite contradictory information which neutralizes itself and the author. For instance, one such player claimed to be a Navy pilot, but blamed his poor communicating skills (spelling, grammar, incoherent style) on having only a grade-school education. I’m not aware of too many Navy pilots who don’t have a college degree. Another claimed no knowledge of a particular topic/situation but later claimed first-hand knowledge of it.

8) Time Constant. Recently discovered, with respect to News Groups, is the response time factor. There are three ways this can be seen to work, especially when the government or other empowered player is involved in a cover up operation:

a) ANY NG posting by a targeted proponent for truth can result in an IMMEDIATE response. The government and other empowered players can afford to pay people to sit there and watch for an opportunity to do some damage. SINCE DISINFO IN A NG ONLY WORKS IF THE READER SEES IT – FAST RESPONSE IS CALLED FOR, or the visitor may be swayed towards truth.

b) When dealing in more direct ways with a disinformationalist, such as email, DELAY IS CALLED FOR – there will usually be a minimum of a 48-72 hour delay. This allows a sit-down team discussion on response strategy for best effect, and even enough time to ‘get permission’ or instruction from a formal chain of command.

c) In the NG example 1) above, it will often ALSO be seen that bigger guns are drawn and fired after the same 48-72 hours delay – the team approach in play. This is especially true when the targeted truth seeker or their comments are considered more important with respect to potential to reveal truth. Thus, a serious truth sayer will be attacked twice for the same sin.

by Arnie lerma - post #29 - Thank you, Arnie. 

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Over the Rainbow

"Over the rainbow," I thought. "They're going to send me over the rainbow." This was the term used to refer to the secret location of our founder L. Ron Hubbard. No one except for a few higher-ups knew where he and his personal staff were located. It was a tightly kept secret.

"They're going to send me over the rainbow because I've been having trouble with my auditing (Scientology counseling)." It was rumored that sometimes difficult preclears were sent "over the rainbow" to have their cases straightened out by Hubbard's assistant, David Mayo, or even perhaps by Hubbard himself.


I sat staring at the Director of Processing, E-meter cans in my hands, trying to comprehend what he was saying to me.

"From now on," he said to me in the blank-faced, unblinking eyes and monotone voice of all good Scientology auditors, "you will be confined to your room.

A guard will be posted outside your room at all times. You are not to leave your room for any reason.   Your meals will be brought up to you.

Do you understand?"

I was dumbfounded.

I was being punished. But for what?

I looked up at him. "What did I do wrong?" I stammered.

But he wouldn't tell me. "This is for the security of the Org (organization)," he responded. "That is all I can tell you. Now, you may go."

From nowhere, a young girl appeared at my side.   "Dana," commanded the D of P (Director of Processing), "Will you please escort Ms. Wakefield to her room. Now."

I was dismissed.

I sat on my bed, trying to understand.

At first, I dared to hope.

"Over the rainbow," I thought. "They're going to send me over the rainbow." This was the term used to refer to the secret location of our founder L. Ron Hubbard. No one except for a few higher-ups knew where he and his personal staff were located. It was a tightly kept secret.

"They're going to send me over the rainbow because I've been having trouble with my auditing (Scientology counseling)." It was rumored that sometimes difficult preclears were sent "over the rainbow" to have their cases straightened out by Hubbard's assistant, David Mayo, or even perhaps by Hubbard himself.

I walked to the door of my room, testing. A young man was seated on the floor next to my door. He looked up at me threateningly. I retreated back to my bed.  

As promised, my meals appeared on schedule.  

The days passed. Slowly my hope began to fade. I seemed to have been forgotten by the world.  

One night, I looked outside my room, and saw that my guard had fallen asleep. I slipped out of the room and crept down the hall to the stairway at the end of the hall. I walked down the stairs and let myself outside.  

It was a clear night with an almost full moon. I began to walk through the silent neighborhood east of the Org. Several blocks away I found a small shelter by the bay with seats overlooking the black water.

I sat and looked out over the water, trying to think. For some reason, my mind refused to cooperate. I had the sensation of trying to work through thick mud. What was I to do? Where was I to go?

A few blocks away was the Org, my safety. Here, outside, was the dangerous "wog" world. As I later tried to explain to people outside Scientology, I was like a two year old child. I was incapable of leaving home.

They owned my soul. The ties binding me to the Org, though invisible, were more powerful than any physical bond could have been. I was in a trap more powerful than any cage with iron bars and a lock. Mentally I belonged to them.

Slowly I began to walk back to the Org. I opened the door and returned quietly to my room. The guard was still sleeping. Not knowing what else to do, I went to bed.  

The days passed.  

One night, three people from the Guardian's Office came to my room. They told me to pack.  

"Tomorrow," they told me, "you will be taken to the airport. You are to fly anywhere out of the state of Florida. You will not be able to return here. You are to stay out of any Scientology center wherever you go." 
I was in shock. I understood what it meant. I was being offloaded. I started to cry. I begged them to change their minds, but it was useless. The orders had come from above.

My shock turned to anger. They couldn't just get rid of me like this. For twelve years I had given them everything I had. My time. My money. I had slaved for them. They couldn't just throw me out.

But I knew they could.  

I had seen it happen to plenty of others.  

My vain hopes of going over the rainbow were completely dashed. I tried to think after they had left my room.

Offloaded. But why?

Slowly, I understood. It was the Swiss woman.  

A week earlier, a Swiss woman who was on the same advanced levels as I was, had thrown herself off the breakwater by the Org and drowned. It had been in the papers and when it was discovered that she was a Scientologist, it had caused embarrassment for the Org.  

It was well known that I was doing poorly with my auditing. I had been having terrible nightmares and waking up screaming in the middle of the night. During the day I wasn't doing much better.  

I was an embarrassment to the Org, and as I was always complaining about my auditing I set a bad example for the other preclears, some of whom had paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to be here.

I understood. The Swiss woman. They were afraid I was going to commit suicide too.  

I had practically said so in my auditing.   So I packed.  

The next morning I was taken to Tampa International Airport in a van, under guard.  

They asked me where I wanted to go.  

Still in shock and feeling like I was living a bad dream, I answered reluctantly, "Madison, Wisconsin." Where my parents lived. I had no place else to go.  

The flight passed like a dream. My guard sat beside me. I looked down at the snowy, February fields of Wisconsin. It was all too much to comprehend.  

For twelve years, there had ceased to be life outside of Scientology for me. At that point, death would have been preferable to exile. Actually, I anticipated death.  

 For it was well rumored in Scientology that to leave with an incomplete level of auditing could result in death within twelve days.   I got off the plane and my guard disappeared. I looked around for my parents whom I had called from Florida to let them know I was coming. I didn't see them.  

Suddenly, I was alone and adrift in the wog world.

The thought filled me with terror.

by Marjery Wakefield

To be continued...

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

Monday, 18 March 2013

The Scientologist

You were born, You grew up, but You didn't escape!