That’s what I was gonna say, if this was a person they’d pobably be a serial killer. Wow!

Yeah, that sounds very recognizable. I fully agree that would be a better way of expressing it.

It’s funny, when I read Karen’s comment I pictured myself talking to a friend who had been a DO-IT-FOR-RON scientologist years ago. I imagined saying to him, when he was in, “You have no conscience”. He would have shot back, “I have a very well developed conscience, so much so that I am busy saving the world while you are watching television and eating Hostess Ho-Ho’s. It is YOU that have no conscience”. I would have responded, “But if you are wrong and there are no clears or OTs you are really screwing a lot of people around”. He would have said, “I KNOW there are OTs because I have seen OT phenomenon,” and I would have shot back, “I can’t take your word on that. There is not enough evidence”. And it would go on and on until one of fell over backwards.

Of course, I am right and today he knows it. A better way of expressing it might be that their conscience has been replaced by misguided idealism.

Hubbard’s writings for staffs, for the administration of the Scientology movement, think of it as a script.

The staffs and parishioners are the actors.

Hubbard wrote the script, making the actors take the Hubbard written roles.

That IS what the Hubbard posts and positions are. They are the actors’ roles!

The script is for sure able to be criticized and characterized as whatever, totalitarian, absurd, this, that!

If the script tells the actors to behave with no conscience, who do you blame? Both can be blamed.

Ah, yes, new pseudonym same old disengenious blame the victim shtik. Next!

Great stories! Funny, tourist to the old communist countries of eastern EU, and to Russia (USSR).

So much to say, but glad you had that opportunity to see what you saw!

Chuck

Miscavige is the kind of motherfucker who would make cancer researchers spend precious years cleaning toilets, so that he could feel like a man.

Thanks for this, Chuck! Certainly confirms that the RPF is nothing compared to the torture of L Ron Hubbard, tunesmith!

On a slight tangent, I come froma relatively wealthy background, not rich (my father was teacher, then a Vice Principal for example) but we never went without and had vacations and whatnot.. I did spend a year in Catholic school and year and half in military school (both for punishment, and I was expelled from both), as well as doing outward Bound with a bunch of kids coming out of Boy School Prisons and Halfway Houses. We were up at 4am to swim in a river and then run 10k before breakfast, etc, so I had an idea of ‘roughing it’.

I also considered myself, from the age of 14 to be a Marxist/Communist, and living under the constant lies of Reagan/Bush, I was sure that life in the Eastern block had been greatly exaggerated. So, when I was 17 (This would be 1982-83), I took off to go exploring, visiting Eastern Germany, Czechoslovakia, Poland…. and of course Moscow (I would say ‘Russia’, but my ‘taxi driver/guide KGB agent never let me get out of Moscow and I kept waiting for a visa to do so that never came.

The worst came first. East Berlin was EXACTLY as I had seen it in films. The streets, sky and buildings were grey. Even the people were grey, and (when you could catch a glimpse of them) their faces seemed half-erased, as if the artist was going to put something more interesting in later… When I would try to speak to them, they would scatter away,af raid they’d be seen and get in trouble (I must say, in fairness, that this was by far the worst I saw it in any of the countries I visited.) The presence if the STASI was palpable, even for me. When I crossed at Check Point Charlie, they put my passport (my US one) in a little conveyor belt to a pneumatic pump that sucked it up. I had to tell them when and where I would be leaving the country from and they promised it would be waiting there for me; They didn’t want me ‘losing’ it and giving someone their freedom…

Because it was the start of my trip, I took a room in a 5 Star hotel. I was looking forward to bit of comfort before setting off on my really adventures. The place was a fucking dump! Hot water was only 6 hours a day (but which six seemed to vary). The toilet paper was those little way squares that seem to small to do much, but I was flabbergasted to observe that after the first ten it was just cut-up squares of newspapers. Opening the blinds I saw had a lovely view of a bombed)out building across the street. It was all burn down and ‘polizei’ tape encircled the end of a bomb that looked exactly like what you would imagine the end of a bomb to look like that was sticking out of the rubble. I asked where it came from and they told me the war. War, who bombed you? “You did” (meaning Americans, even though I am French– Gulp. I had to leave my papers at he desk, where my ‘taxi’ would be waiting for me every morning; Once I gave him the slip and he found me in a nearby café and yelled at me. The net day I had a new ‘guide’ he warned me against running off.

Prague was much different; I still had a guide, and he showed me the sights; There were many Eastern German and Especially Russian tourists. It was still breathtakingly beautiful, although pretty run-down and all the buildings were painted like they are today (also many fewer persons on the street, which was great!). My guide told me that if I really wanted to see the real Praha, I should meet him at midnight at such-and-such a corner; I did and he took me to parties, too a super jazz club, and most notably, to an underground night club where there was group dressed in fancy Sgt Pepper-style silk outfits and playing home-made)looking instruments as they ran through Beatles songs;? After,w e went to party where we drank under a bridge festooned with paintings of Lennon and the Beatles. I thought this was funny as my GF had just returned from a camp which turned out to be fundamentalist Christian and they had confiscated all the buttons and badges on the jean jacket I had leant her because Lennon and McCartney were ‘secret communists’ and ‘Imagine’ was simply ‘Th Communist manifesto set to music’. They gave her books to give me explaining how rock beats turn you homosexual and how the Beatles were all very sophisticates psychologist. L Ron would have loved it!

I stood there, rocking out with these lovely people (all the girls had legs up to their necks,practically, and I was being treated like a Rock Star), and I realized what a relief it was; The heavy communist hand seemed to evaporate under the tunes, drinks and good cheer. And I realized: If this was all they had to offer, and they couldn’t even keep 4 lads from Liverpool out– Communism was dead. And rightly so.

That is the day I realized I was not a Marxist and that in fact I had never been. I was just sick of being lied to, and foolishly believed that if my government lied about things I knew about, that the rest was a lie, too. But I also realized that it was culture and rock n’ roll that would wind, not bombs and walls.

The real battle is between those who build walls and arbitrarily restrict freedom, and those who truly want what is best.

This is the world Scientology would create if they ever ‘cleared the planet’. Put enough stardust in people’s eyes and you can boil them like frogs. You don’t have to clear the whole planet, just get it to a tipping point where there is no going back. Like with the environment.

Those are the walls it is hardest to get over. And when you relaly think Hubbard’s music is worthy of the name (let alone preferable to The Beatles or capable of changing anything but the radio station it’s playing on), then you’re really in trouble.

Glad you got out, Chuck! Thanks, again!

Heh 🙂

It’s so odd, really, I grew up a military brat, born in Germany, iived on US Army housing areas on US Army bases till I was 18, watched as Germany rebuilt from WW II, as a kid wandering during play time into refugee camps, of freed eastern EU people who would much rather live free in Western Germany than Communist controlled eastern EU countries, having later read a lot of the intellectual comparisons in history of refugees, and the even more harsh living conditions that the major wars caused the EU populations in the 20th century, believe me, the RPF is NOTHING close to real dire War caused conditions! And also my RPF years, were in the San Bernadino Mtns, more like a modern cult commune life, I never ate beans and rice one time from Jul 1996 to Nov 2000 while on the Happy Valley RPF.

I pushed that wheel barrow that Francesco Frau fellow RPF member custom made to hold all the food metal trays that we pushed together over the paths from the Happy Valley “Big House” driveway when the Ranch staff van carrying the “hotbox” of metal food trays which we unloaded for the RPF meals, and pushed the wheelbarrows to the RPF site along the pathes and dirt road some 700 yard away, in our Happy Valley RPF site, seen from above in that great German news TV story, “Missing In Happy Valley” on Youtube today. Escaping the whole Hubbard thinking takes time.

Naw, the life was nothing like the horrors of the Soviet gulag, the RPF is mostly a mental prison like better critics have said, in recent years. My mind, my comparisons to the real horrors of human recent history, WW I and !!, and their aftermath and the deprivations they caused people for decades of displaced sub lower class life, I interacted with, as I grew up, so to my history upbringing, the Sea Org RPF is a sissy walk!

But for some, who were used to middle to upper middle class life only, and who couldn’t take the roughing it atmosphere, the RPF lack of frills and the rats, and the cockroaches are just too terrible to contemplate! I had no problem with the rats and the cockroaches, so I’m not a great condemner of the RPF, I have a warped positive take on it.

I can confirm all the rats and the roaches though, but the RPF cleaned the dirtiest places, and I was one of the ones that always loved that kind of dirtiest, muckiest, oiliest, most cockroach infestedness work. Compared to the people displaced in WW II, who I recalled their firsthand stories from my youth, the Sea Org RPF and the RPF’s RPF I lived wasn’t even close. More wrong about Scientology is the Hubbard irrational dogmatism, enforced subservience to Hubbard’s craziness which must be adopted to fail in the proscribed manner so the Hubbard surrogates then can punish you, until you adapt and become equally immoral like Hubbard’s thinking was.