St.Hill in the 60s Part 5.

Another inhabitant of Coopers Wood and who went to St. Hill to do scientology courses was Ernie Martin. He was a matador, wether he was spanish or not, I don't know, however, I knew him as Uncle Ernie. He had a full matador outfit and used to entertain us with moves he would perform to entice the bull. As a 9/10 year old this was fascinating, even thought I did not like the idea of him killing animals. He was also a  self proclaimed blackbelt in judo/karati and used to show me moves in self defence. I thought this great at the time, Uncle Ernie was a lot of fun.

I went to his room quite a bit which was situated on the ground floor and we would perform moves in which to enable me to block him and try to get him on the floor.

I had recently been chosen for the school netball team and was a good goal shoot, even though I was tiny for my age. I had been given a pair of black shorts with a yellow stripe down the sides and I loved these shorts, I was so proud to wear them, not only did I wear them, I virtually lived in them that summer. On occasion when Uncle Ernie was giving me these lessons in judo on more than one occasion I was not happy about where his hands went and told him so. He made a reply that he was sorry it was an accident and I readily accepted this.

One evening whilst watch TV in the main lounge of the main house, (where I spent a lot of time)there were quite a number of the scientologists of the household present, the lights were out and I was sitting on Uncle Ernies knee. Uncle Ernie put his hand up my shorts and I shouted out "Stop it". Auntie Betty could tell by the tone of my voice something was up. The lights went on and I was asked what the problem was. So I told her. "This wasn't the first time this had happened and I did not like it". I was told to go home to the annexe.

The following morning Auntie Betty said she was taking me out for the day and did so.
I don't remember where we went, but there was a large market place and she she bought me some dresses, some things for my hair and took me for a chinese meal. I'd never been before so it was quite an experience. We sipped china tea from tiny cups and Auntie Betty told me all about how people ate and drank in China. We had a lovely day.

When we got home, I didn't go to the main house that night, but the following day I went to find Uncle Ernie, only to be told He was sorry he hadn't been able to say "Goodbye" but he had to go in a hurry. I was quite upset and did not understand.

I was about 15 years old when I realised what had happened and was still very upset by the incident.

As an adult now, I fully realise the implications of this incident and with that in mind can't help but wonder why a  so called church like scientology would go on to have within their ranks someone like this.

I have over the last year read much about him and although declared suppresive now, he became a "clear" and I can't help but wonder if this is the same Ernie Martin?

It's strange because I wrote something about this just a few days ago on ESMB, I had not read this then and was surprised when I found it.

“The story of the name Free Zone -– I spoke to Ernie Martin about it, and he said that in 1973 Ron had called him aside and told him that things were getting tough, and if they were ever to have any problem they should start a Free Zone of Scientology, and apparently then Bill Robertson was told the same thing. And they took that on a mission, and that’s why Captain Bill used the term „Free Zone“ when he was first... he was the first one to really use the term the way you are using it here.”

http://www.ronsorg.ch/english/freezoneenglish.htm

Quote taken from Dartsmohen's post on ESMB:
http://forum.exscn.net/showpost.php?p=179793&postcount=62

We had great parties at Grosvenor Road and Ridge Hill Lodge, home to Virginia, Mo and Ollie Budlong. my level 3 & 4 supervisor, Fred Fairchild usually got very drunk. One night, there was a pan of eggs boiling and Fred was so drunk, he would put his hand into the pan and pull out an egg without noticing he was burning. Ernie Martin was a legendary bullshitter and always fun. He looked like skeletor. Anyway, Ernie put on his bullfighting suit of lights and stood on the table. He was so drunk that he could hardly stand. Peter Gelfan had made some "sour" for whisky sour drinks andc Erine just downed the bottle of "sour" without even noticing the taste.

St. Hill in the 60s Part 4.

There was much talk about how people were trying to stop Ron, people who didn't realise how important it was to get scientology out into the world. I never knew who these people were, just that it was up to the scientologists to work hard at making sure that Ron's works would survive any onslaught no matter from what opposition.

When Ron came back from Rhodesia, we were to give him a big welcome, I spent the morning helping my Dad get the place cleaned up ready for his arrival. The scientologists were so excited at the return of their saviour, the most important man in the world. There was lots of hip hip hooraying and "good old Ron" shouted from the crowd at St. Hill.Despite any reservations I may have had regards this man, the scientologists loved him, as could be seen by the welcoming applause.

The winter of 1965 was cold and Little Baldwins was an old , draughty house. The rooms were fitted with old electric heaters, when the heating bill came in, my parents could not afford to pay it. Things went from bad to worse and we had to move. We went to a hotel for a few nights and then up North to stay with family. A few weeks later we returned to East. Grinstead and moved to an annexe off of the main house called Coopers Wood.This place was either owned or most likely rented by a couple of american scientologists Mary and Betty, they were sisters. The house was filled with scientology boarders, who went to St. Hill daily to study.One of the residents was an actress called Karen Black. She was struggling to get through her scripts for a film she was doing at the time and also her scientology studies.

I'm afraid I may get slightly side tracked here for a moment as a few days ago on http://xenu.net/ Smurf put up a video taken in LA.

LA Grand Opening, Kirstie Alley's Organic Liason. Part 3.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygDBa9RGhws&NR=1&feature=fvwp

This video is interesting for several reasons and the reason I have side tracked is Karen Black, who was doing scientology back in 1966 and appears to still be involved with scientology in 2011. I would find it difficult to believe she isn't  as this is a scientology event without doubt.Kirstie Alley is yet another of those 'Operating Thetans', just like Tom Cruise, Nancy Cartwright, the voice of Bart Simpson and also John Travolta. Not only did the scientologists manage to get the road blocked, they played loud music well into the night, upsetting many of the residents who were not invited and are promoting a diet programme which if scientology is anything to go by will not work very well.

See Tory's video here re putting on weight whilst becoming OT.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x89cbC49i9E&playnext=1&list=PL6FF58988C41D01E5

Getting back to Karen Black and East. Grinstead in the 60s, that christmas she bought me, who was a tomboy, a set of authentic handcuffs from Carnaby Street for christmas that year.On reflection, I wonder if she was trying to tell me something.Karen, If you're out there, LRH was not the man you think he was, and that organization you promote is hurting people.

St.Hill in the 60s Part 3.

Shortly after we moved to East. Grinstead we went out as a family to look about the town, we found ourselves in the church yard up on the main High street. Under three slabs were buried the ashes of three witches.All I knew about witches at this time was that they flew around on broomsticks, boiled cauldrons, put spells on people and were generally out to make mischief. My Father explained that really they were mythical people who practised a kind of medicine using herbs and unusual chants and rituals. He explained that really they were real people whom were misunderstood and could no more fly on a broomstick than you or I. He said that these people, more often women, were taken down to the village pond and held down under the water. If they drowned, they were proven innocent. If they lived, they were burnt at the stake. Under these stones, lay the ashes of real, once live people whom had been burnt to death because of their strange beliefs. This always held a strange fascination for me, and over the years in East. Grinstead I often went to this spot in the churchyard.

It was a difficult concept for my young mind to comprehend that human beings could set light to and burn other humans , just for their beliefs, because they were different to the norm.

When at school I became known as the scientology kid, this was difficult for me as I tried to explain I wasn't a scientologist, my parents were and so were most of the inhabitants of our household, of which there were many.As far as most of the other kids were concerned that made me a scientology kid.I would be taunted by my Dad says, or my Mum says they are all weirdos. In their eyes that instantly made me a weirdo too.

They could be forgiven for being right, when my Father decided that going to St. Hill and doing some of the scientology childrens courses seemed like a good idea. He thought it would help me overcome some of my shyness and enable me to get on better in the outside world.

The course room was full of young children learning these training routines.The ones that stick out in my mind so vividly even all these years later are the ones that I found to cause me to be very confused and did nothing to help my shyness at all.

Having to sit opposite a man, and focus all my attention on his eyes. Just staring, solidly for such a long time. My eyes hurt, I felt strange and I wanted to cry, I didn't want to be there, yet I knew I had to sit it out. All the other children were doing it, so I had to get on with it.

I was asked;

Do birds fly? I kept thinking what kind of a stupid question is that, and it came from an adult, didn't he know?

Do fish swim? All I kept thinking was what is wrong with these people that don't know the answer to these questions. I was only a little kid, and I knew.

Everyone else had a teddybear, I got an ashtray.
Command Intention.

Stand up!
Thankyou.

Sit down on that chair!
Thankyou.

This was done whilst sitting in a chair with another chair opposite me and the ashtray was on the chair. I had to tell the ashtray to Standup! Pick it up, hold it in the air and command it to sit back down. Then thanking it for obeying. Yet again, this was repeated many, many times, over and over and I couldn't for the life of me understand why I was doing it. It made no sense. But it would please my Father.

Passages from Alice in Wonderland were read, this was a bit more interesting as I loved to read, but the passage was chosen for me and I had to repeat it so many times. I went right off Alice in Wonderland for a very long time.

Walk over to that wall. Thank you. Touch that wall. Thankyou. Walk over to that wall. Thankyou. Touch that wall. Thankyou. Imagine doing that over and over and over again, for hours.

Maybe the justification for burning witches was warranted.

After it was all over, I told my Father I had enjoyed doing these routines. The smile on his face told me I had done good. Secretly, I thought please don't ever make me do anything like that again. I became even more shy, shy of going to St. Hill.

http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~dst/Secrets/TR/critique.html

Standard Tech.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cph5CIMn7xE

St.Hill in the 60s. Part 2.

In the passageway where a man is walking in the clip 'Weird shit we found in the archives' was where I could see the auditors in session through the windows.You could also see lots of scientologists with head phones on listening to LRHs lectures. On sunny days in summer there would be people out in the passage with desks, tables all busy working away.It was up through here where I ran errands.

Up in the Manor house where L. Ron Hubbard lived with his family, there was a large library that my Father had to keep stocked with books. Once about every three months a white van would come and deliver books to be put on the shelves. All the books that were previously there would have been boxed up and ready to be sent off once the new ones arrived. These books were of all different religions and philosophys, worldly books of knowledge and wisdom, and all though my Father wondered at the time why Hubbard needed all these books, it didn't register until some years later. I helped my Father put these new books onto the bookshelves, he was needed whilst we were doing this and had to go off. "Sharone, I'm going to have to lock you in, as this office has to be kept locked at all times, or you can come outside" my Father said smiling. I didn't mind and stayed locked in the office to fill the bookshelves.

Opposite the chapel there was a low wall, and I'm sure there was a little shop that sold drinks and snacks, after a graduation day one sunday in the chappel, there were a few of us sitting on the wall, one girl had gone 'clear'. I didn't know what that meant, but she was beaming this huge big smile and telling us how wonderful she felt and there and then I hoped one day I would go 'clear'. She just radiated pure joy.

Back home, some of the scientology boarders radiated this wow factor and although I could never put my finger on it, not all scientologists had this.

I came home from school one day to be told my Father was ill, he'd had to go into hospital for a couple of days. I was so lost without him. When he returned, it appeared he had had a bad skin reaction in the sun, whilst mowing the lawn. He assured me he was "alright, now" and my Mother joked that I had been lost without him around, clumsy, forgetful and unhappy. He was home now and everything was alright.

After my second baby brother was born, there was talk of reincarnation, not that I knew what that meant then. Not long before, the great politian Winston Churchill had died and my Father was so excited at the prospect of our baby being Chuchill's thetan. I didn't understand this conversation between my Mother and Father and it distressed me, though I can't say why. I just didn't want my baby brother to be someone else, I wanted him to be him. I was about 8 years old at the time and at school we had been taught that when you die, you are dead. This was a very confusing time, and one that I would find difficult to accept.My Dad tells me one thing and my teacher tells me another, yet they were both instrumental in shaping my mind.

In Scientology, they believe that when you die( in scientology lingo, drop your body) you will float around in the atmosphere and when someone gets pregnant the floating 'thetan'( the dead persons spirit) will latch itself onto the growing embryo to be reborn.
The Thetans didn't like this.......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZobrQF9p108

St. Hill in the 60s.

I was about 6 years old when I first encountered East. Grinstead. We moved there specifically to be near St. Hill. I hadn't got a clue what Scientology was then. I went to a normal church of England school, played with my friends on a quarry not far from where we lived. There were lots of fields near by and on Sundays the local farmer had a pen with pigs in, us children had never seen real live pigs before and it was funny to watch them grunting and snuffling about in the straw.

In May and June the fields were covered in wild flowers and the butterflies were amazing. I have never seen butterflies in such vast quantities ever since. We had nets and used to run after them trying to catch them. Once caught we gently had a look and then set them free again to flutter and feed on the necter of the wild flowers. That was the start of my lifelong love of both butterflies and wild flowers.

I went back there a few years ago and much to my amazement the house is still there, but the beautiful fields of wild flowers have now become a housing estate.

My Father was the regstrar at St. Hill Manor, by the time I was about 7 years old we moved from the little house into a large old house set in sprawling grounds with a large garden complete with terrace, sun dial, circular steps leading down to the enormous gardens, full of hydrangeas, trees and shrubs. We even had a long driveway, bordered on the left side of the house with a small wood which ran right down to the entrance. There was a plaque at the end of the drive which read Little Baldwins. From our tiny little house to this sprawling mansion, it seemed like we were royalty.

The reason for the move was so we could be a host for all the scientologists that were arriving from around the world to take up courses and learn the study tech as prescibed by L. Ron Hubbard. Father spent more and more time at St. Hill, whilst my step Mother had three children to look after and a lot of scientologists that needed to be fed and watered.There were 5 bedrooms upstairs and a bathroom. Most of the rooms were really large and depending on who stayed at what time, we had to move rooms quite often. Sometimes if we were overloaded with scientology students, there would be all 5 of us in one bedroom. Mum, Dad myself and two little brothers. There was one room that I loved and it belonged to my Auntie. It was probably what was once the servants quarters. It was a dear little room at the end of a long passageway, with the old fashioned string pulls to open the door.

Downstairs there was another large room, which was also used to house some of the boarders.At one point we were so overcrowded, my Uncle came to stay and slept outside in a workshop room, complete with tools.

People came and went, depending on how long their course was or on when thier time was up in England. This was my first introduction to the world of Scientology. Strange words were bandied about and everything was so wonderful for these students of the smiling face.For that is what I remember the most about that time, smiley, smiley faces and constant talk and excitement about this amazing new thing Dianetics, that was going to turn the world upside down, and be like nothing that had ever gone on before, Mr Hubbard, or the 'old man' as my Father affectionately called him was going to change the course of history.

My first encounter with the 'old man' was on a trip to St. Hill with my Dad. We were walking down to the manor, along the drive when Ron came along in a car. He stopped, got out of the car and came to chat, he was big man, smiled a lot and when he finished talking to my Dad, my Dad told me he was the most important man in the world, life was going to be incredible from now on.

Going to St. Hill I often found myself at a loose end, so used to act as messenger between the scientologists, delivering little notes or feching and carrying things.Through the glass doors you could see people sitting at tables hooked up to e-meters. It was a strange sight and one that I noticed  I never saw anywhere else.I didn't really know what to make of it and put it down to being weird. My Dad told me that it helped people, I couldn't see how,but the scientologists always seemed to have smiley faces.

There was a sort of chappel type building, called The Chappel as I recall ,as you entered from the porch to the right was a large room which had a small podium, from there LRH used to give lectures. The room was often packed with people that had come to listen to him. One of my Dads' jobs was get that ready for lectures.I remember putting pamphlets on the seats, I don't know what they said, but it was a form of introduction.

Weird Shit We Found in the Archives: Scientology.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjwD7UbZhso

 

Side Tracked.

First I want to say that this blog is in no way, shape or form connected to The Church of Scientology, The Freezone, Independant Movement or any kind of Scientology "Tech" at all.Now, you could be forgiven for wondering what is scientology 'tech'. Well according to those in the know(and that's not me, apparently), it's a set of tools and processes that are used to help you become a better person. Some of these processes are done using an e-meter.The e-meter has been proven to be a useless device that does not do what one is told it does.It is likened to a crude lie detector. It cannot detect lies, but it dosen't stop scientology from lying about it.

Yesterday, and not for the first time, I had something happen to me online that was a bit bizarre to say the least. I won't go into details just yet, but sufice to say I shortly there after recieved an e-mail telling me quote" You don't understand ,because you are not trained in 'the tech'". Well, thank god for that.For if I was, surely I would be as deluded as those that think it can be any form of help for any unsuspecting human being.Now, don't get wrong I have a lot of empathy for people, of which there are many, whom have had any form of training in scientology, whether it be the 'study tech' or all manor of other quack training routines, touch assists, courses,so called clear and not forgetting the ever prized OT levels which lead you to believe you can attain great powers whilst going up your bridge or should I say LRHs bridge to 'Total Freedom'.I will not be the first to say that the only total freedom you are ever likely to get is by giving up all of this bunk, and the only bridge you are ever likely to go over is a broken one.That's if it doesn't break YOU in the process. And believe me it has broken many, many people.

Which is why I am here in the first place,some of my own family members got caught up in the Scientology movement back in the 60s, and myself as a child lost my entire family because of Scientologys' practise of seperating children from parents and vice versa. The Messiah , L.Ron Hubbard or my Commadore as he was known when I was aboard the Flaghip "The Royal Scotsman" was apparently an 'Operating Thetan' which apparently gave him GOD like powers, in fact according to the voice of Bart Simpson Nancy Cartwright of the hit show The Simpsons, she strives to be that GOD, she by the way is also an 'Operating Thetan'. With these GOD like powers apparently it gives you the right to part families."You are either on board or your not on board, and if your on board, you had better go all the way" according to Tom Cruise, yet another of these 'Operating Thetans'. My GOD, they are everywhere, yes you had better believe it. We have on this planet called earth celebrity Operating Thetans, only they don't call it earth, they call it Teegeeack.

When Tom Cruise tells you to get on board, he wants you to get YOUR ethics in, and start 'clearing the planet'. What does this mean, I hear you cry? It means dear reader, that he expects YOU to help make 'every man, woman and child on this planet into a Scientologist', You could be forgiven for thinking that is one hell of a task, not if you're a scientologist, "because if you're a scientologist, you know",what do you know, well, you know that if you don't make it this life time, not to worry because 'YOU will come back'. That is the sea org motto and if you join the sea org you are expected to sign a sea org contract of 'ONE BILLION YEARS'. If you should die, and there is every likely hood, not to worry, you have 21 years to pick up a new body, but then you must come back. LRH said so, so where is LRH? Thats the question we would would all love to hear an answer to. I heard through the grapevine, that he is still up on Target 2 doing some more research for this marvelous technology of which I am not trained in.
Funny that, because I remember when.........

http://www.xenutv.com/blog?p=510

Tom Cruise uncut

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFBZ_uAbxS0&feature=related