Scam of Scientology
Informatie over een heel gevaarlijke en kwaadaardige sekte.
De Church of Scientology, ook wel Scientologykerk genaamd,
is helemaal verzonnen
door tweederangs sciencefictionschrijver
L. Ron Hubbard.
Hier een van de vele verklaringen van ex-leden van de sekte.
Thursday, 25th October, 2007 11:39:16pm
Name or Alias: PMD
Training and/or processing level: HDA
Org or location: Peru
Time involved in the Church of Scientology: 15 years
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1. How did you first become acquainted with the Church of Scientology?
Read Mission Earth than passed by local Org and bought Dianetics.
2. What initially appealed to you about scientology?
Reaching OT and leaving MEST
3. Were there problems in your life that you thought scientology would address?
I felt immature and that my potential was huge and untapped.
4. Did you see, experience, or hear about things that didn't seem right while you were in the Church of Scientology? What were they, and what convinced you to set aside your feelings?
Sea Orgs that were loved by all at the Org blowing the SO, robbing the Org and ending up on drugs. Family members of SO TOP LEVEL execs with failed cases.
5. Why did you choose to stay in the Church of Scientology?
I thought I needed the COS to reach OT. I have outgrown that idea.
6. Were you staff or public? If staff, was it at a mission or an org? Were you ever in the Sea Org or OSA? Which unit? If not on staff, did you ever volunteer to 'help out'?
Public. Tried to open a mission but was mauled by an Org and deserted by RTC following that.
7. Why did you leave the Church of Scientology? Was there a "final straw"?
Being deserted by RTC after being mauled by an Org where I was training to become ED of a mission. So much for ethics protection.
8. Do you think the Church of Scientology needs to change some of its practices? If so, what should be changed? How did those practices affect your life?
Change the leadership. Focus on Tech, not admin. People with wins produce, disseminate and money flows. Admin and ethics just dramatize MEST and cause stops.
9. If the items you listed in the previous question were changed, would you consider rejoining or staying in the Church of Scientology? If so, why?
Sure, the Church is composed of people. Change those people or re-educate them and the culture changes.
10. Any additional comments you would like to make?
There is not stops on the road to truth.
Hier vindt u er nog veel meer:
Waartoe leidt de manipulatie van de geest?
Ik kwam dit verhaal tegen waaruit blijkt hoe bizar
het gedrag van mensen kan worden wanneer
die worden onderworpen aan de "mind control" technieken van de sekte.
From: email@example.com (TFC VP)
Subject: 12/15/98 Stories from the Carpet Dudes
Date: 16 Dec 1998 03:08:56 GMT
Well, the Totally Fun Company is getting re-carpeted (rehab of a 100 yr old building) and , as luck would have it, the guys laying our carpet also laid the carpet at the Fort Harrison.
The stories they told!
First, they were hired to lay carpet between the hours of 11PM to 7 AM, so as not to interfere with the parishoners. As it turned out, there was a painting crew working at the same time...a group, they described as wearing dark boiler suits,weren't allowed to talk and didn't look too happy. (??) The problem began when the "painters" were getting in the way of the carpet dudes (wogs at cause?) and their paint was getting all over the carpet AND the dudes. The head carpet dude complained to the "painters" to please stop and get out of their way. The painters weren't allowed to acknowledge the carpet dudes, so they just kept painting. The head carpet dude made several attempts to communicate his need for them to cease...all attempts failed. The head carpet dude got very irate and told his fellow carpet dudes to gather their tools, they were leaving.
As the carpet dudes started heading downstairs, they were met by the "head dude of the Ft. Harrison"(a guy named Tom) who asked them why they were leaving....insisting that they had to stay and finish. Head carpet dude explained the situation. Head dude of the Ft H. "went off" and ran back upstairs, chased the "painters" downstairs and out the door, where he ordered them to run around the Ft. H for over an hour. (Keep in mind this was 3:15 in the AM) The carpet dudes freaked out in disbelief while they watched the painters run and run around and around.
This was not the end of the adventures of the carpet dudes.
The carpet dudes saw alot of "running" while they were there.
They were working in a hallway where some girls in dark blue kept running back and forth. The head carpet dude told them they would have to stop because he was about to slosh on a batch of glue. The girls ignored him and continued running in and out. (Once again, this is the middle of the night.) So the head carpet dude warned them in a loud tone that when he put that big batch of glue down, it would be dangerous and insisted that they stop running in and out. Once again they would neither acknowledge him or stop the running. He said "screw it"
and poured the glue out all over the hallway. Within moments, the girls came running through and sure as heck, they ALL slipped and slided across and through the glue, sprawling everywhere in the middle of the goo. The carpet dudes couldn't believe it and tried to help them up..but unfortunately, the glue was tacky and a few of the girls got glued to the floor.
They were covered in glue and the carpet dudes were incredulous (as only carpet dudes can be).
It appears that a couple of the staffers that the carpet dudes met tried to "reg" them....offering them the ability to leave their bodies. (You'd have to see these carpet dudes to see the humor in this). But after listening to this pitch for about a half hour, the head carpet dude said "Look, do me a favor, if you decide to leave your body while we're here, just let me know when you come back! "
There were many of these colorful stories as told by the carpet dudes, including the one where they are asked to take courses en lieu of payment for their work. That didn't seem to go over really well with the carpet dudes so they took the money instead.
Who'd have thunk we'd end up with the infamous Ft. Harrison carpet dudes.
13 jaar en lid van de Sea Org.
Hier het ongelofelijke verhaal van een 13-jarig meisje dat lid werd van de Sea Org.
Gelukkig lukte het niet haar geest te breken en verliet ze de sekte
toen ze 18 was.
Hier volgen twee korte stukken uit haar relaas:
"I had my suitcases and a box or two of stuff along with my "ghetto blaster"
with my fave Faith No More tape in the player.
My recruiters helped me lug all of my worldly possessions into the office.
They then turned me over to the Bosun and it was time for me to get my tour of PAC.
I asked "What do we do with all my stuff?" I was told to just leave it in the office,
it would be safe because after all, this was the most ethical place on the planet.
So I went for my tour.
Came back to the office a couple of hours later
to get into uniform and start my EPF officially.
Where's my stuff?!?!?! Well, my ghetto blaster was gone,
one suitcase and one box were gone as well.
In the box had been my favorite stuffed animal.
I was mostly upset bout losing my Faith No More tape though.
So there I was in a strange place, I knew no one and half of my stuff had just been stolen.
Did anyone care? Nope. It's just MEST.
But to me, because my family was SO broke,
it meant losing a bunch of crap that probably was not worth much to anyone except me.
I never did get my stuff back."
"So I stopped eating.
Not such a stretch considering the scrumptious meals of
beans and rice I had eaten for so long.
I had since been upgraded with the rest of my org to nicer foods -
such as leftovers from the day previous that had been left out overnight.
Ugh. Barf. Well anyways I decided that I needed to be discreet.
I did not want to cause a PR flap for the church.
I also did not want to get my parents into trouble.
I thought about hoofing it up to the roof and bailing that way.
I knew it would be too messy and too much of a flap though.
I thought about diving out of the HGC windows - only the 4th floor though.
What if it didn't kill me?
I though about diving in front of a bus driving down Hollywood Blvd.
Again, too messy. So I settled on not eating.
Anorexia - without the intention of looking skinny.
I just flat out wanted to drop dead in a not obvious fashion.
I faked eating in front of my friends.
I would take my meal breaks outside where I would smoke.
I would hide in the bathroom through lunch.
I would pretend that whatever was in front of me was unappetizing
(not such a stretch) and just skip the meal. I was doing fine. I was on a roll.
Sure I would black out occasionally. I would get dizzy on the stairs.
I would vomit bile. I would sway instead of standing straight when I was at muster.
It was working though. I knew my days were numbered. I went like this for a month or so.
I was almost there.
No food. Not for a month.
I could taste death and it was sweet.
It was all that I had waited and hoped for for so long now."
Het hele verhaal kun je hier lezen:
The story of a 13 year old Sea Org girl.
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