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Growing up in Scientology’s Sea Org, and encountering David Miscavige: A look back

I feel so lucky to have been born into this group. I recently signed my contract, pledging my undying loyalty to this higher cause. I signed this contract without compunction. It’s my duty, my responsibility. It’s a billion year contract. A billion years. I can’t even comprehend orders of magnitudes like this. It’s just a 1 with a whole lot of zeros behind it. It doesn’t matter though. I am a dedicated member and I’ve had so many lifetimes to play around and have many adventures. Now things get serious. Now we have the answers. We are on a prison planet. But we finally have the technology to get us out of this trap.

It’s Sunday morning and I’m alone in my room, lying on my bunk bed thinking. Sunday morning. It’s the only real time off I have. During the rest of the week I’m either studying, cleaning, working or doing “close order drilling” (military style marching). Working “On the decks” they call it. A Navy reference to physical labor. But now I don’t have any work, at least for a few hours, until 12pm. I can walk around outside, play with the dogs or cats without feeling guilty of “slacking off” or being yelled at by my seniors to get to work. A few hours of freedom. I feel happy, content, so much to look forward to. What good things have I done in my previous lifetimes to deserve being born into this group, into this religion where I finally have a chance of escaping this trap of pain and suffering plaguing humanity for trillions of years?

I’m 10 years old.


I’m working on a production line manufacturing the “E‑meter”, short for “Electropsychometer.” It’s a religious device that, as I understand it, measures mental mass. It outputs a very small, imperceptibly small, electrical current. A person holds two cans with wires attached. This electrical current flows through them. Past traumatic incidents have actual energy, mass we call it, that can be measured on this device, displayed on a dial with a needle.

This is an exciting time in the history of my Church. Now we are all working on something called “The Golden Age of Tech.” I’m not sure exactly what it is yet as we are kept in the dark on anything that doesn’t immediately pertain to the area of this much larger project we are working on. What I do know is that I am working on a new breed of E‑meter, the Quantum! The current standard E‑meter is called the “Mark Super VII.” But some of the smart technical guys have figured out how to upgrade this current model so it works better, more precise. Some small circuit board is added inside “Quantumizing” it. It’s a quantum leap in E‑meter technology I’m told.

We are all putting in long days, working in the vegetable fields in the morning, then after a quick lunch and shower we load into a van and drive the 15–20 minutes to the “Int Base” the top-secret location where my religion is managed worldwide. This is the headquarters, the top of the top and I am privileged to be able to help with this Golden Age of Tech.’

It’s stressful but I apply myself. A process that takes two to three hours at first gets faster and faster and they even send someone higher up to supervise and work with me personally, reading off the checklist and timing me. Although this seems like a bit of a waste of manpower. I mean why have two people doing one person’s job? But he’s nice to me. “OK, are you ready Alden?” Tim asks me, ready to press the start button on the stopwatch he’s holding. His hair is perfectly combed, always looks wet, and stays perfectly shaped. “It’s very professional,” I think. And his naval style blue uniform is meticulously pressed. I’m a bit nervous at first by him, after all, he’s a legendary “Messenger” (a member of an organization that used to serve our Founder L. Ron. Hubbard), but as I get faster he seems to appreciate me more as he is now looked favorably upon by his superiors. I apply myself, I’m getting good at this job and people like me. I see many other people, adults, trying and failing at calibrating these machines.

At the end of the week I collect my pay. It’s just over $7. I can buy some snacks in the canteen. And when I work here I’m even allowed to have sugar! I discovered the “Nutter Butter” cookies and can’t seem to get enough.

I’m 13 years old.

Shortly after I was born my mother did her OT levels. OT is short for “Operating Thetan.” A Thetan is you, your true self, you don’t have a Thetan but you are a Thetan (pronounced “Thaytin”). As my mom explained it to me “It’s not your soul. People believe you have a soul like you have a pair of shoes.” The Thetan is not a thing but a creator of things. It is you in the purest form.

The “OT Levels” are higher levels of counseling in the Church where closely guarded secrets of the origins of the universe are revealed to you. But only when you are fully ready and have done all of the necessary steps that lead up to it. If you are not ready and you somehow discover the secrets contained in OT 3, “The Wall of Fire” as it’s called, you can get very sick and die. My friends have told me about people going insane when they learned about the secrets of OT 3. It’s very powerful stuff.

When my mom walked through “The Wall of Fire” and discovered the secrets of the history of the universe contained in OT 3 she decided that there was no better purpose in life than to devote the rest of this lifetime and a billion years hereafter to the cause of salvaging this sector of the universe from its dwindling spiral of existence.

She signed her billion-year contract and prepared to join the Sea Org.

My parents both ended up joining the Sea Org, and so at the age of one and a half, I was moved to Los Angeles, a city with the highest concentration of Scientologists on earth. I was placed in a nursery with a bunch of other babies. The nursery was in an old building on Bronson Boulevard in Hollywood. They called it the “Cadet Estates Org” or “CEO” for short, in keeping with the naval/military theme of the Sea Org.

My dad’s first assignment was as the nanny or supervisor of the nursery I was placed in. This didn’t work out so well as I wanted all my dad’s attention to myself and didn’t take too well to him attending to other Sea Org member’s babies. Moving me to another nursery away from my dad was the solution to this problem.


About 80 of us gather for a staff meeting at the Int Ranch and show our statistics for the past week, discuss what happened and what our “Battle Plans” are for the week ahead; how we plan on maximizing production and efficiency so as to always have our stats going up, week after week. “Up-Stat,” we call it.

We have a long line up of courses and requirements we must complete before graduating to an adult. So one of our stats is CRD, Cadet Rating Done. It consists mostly of courses we must complete, the majority of which are Scientology courses. One of my Supervisors Barb (What would be called a teacher in the outside world) told me the other week that we only need to have basic writing skills, a vocabulary from reading L. Ron Hubbard’s books, and finally, basic math skills to calculate hours of counseling we administer. That is all of the academic knowledge we need. Most everything else taught in public schools is useless and mostly false information with huge psych (psychiatrists) influence. The rest of our courses are Scientology studies, the Technology (Tech for short) we need to really deal with life.

At the end of staff meeting, the LC (LRH Communicator) in charge of Div 7 tells us to stand up and give three cheers to our Founder. She directs us toward the picture of LRH which we all turn to face, and everyone breaks out into applause. “HIP HIP!” she yells out loudly above the clapping; “Hooray,” everyone responds in unison. This is repeated two more times. Every study period ends the same way.

I’m 14 years old.

December 1999 was a bit of a dark time at the Base because there was so much pressure to pull off the grandest most comprehensive international event in Scientology history, and things were way behind.

Most of the Gold crew was working around the clock to compile everything for the event. There were so many visuals needed. I was 16 at the time and in an odd position as I was technically not a Gold staff member and was still getting my clearances, but my skills were needed. One night after mid rats (midnight rations) I had just left MCI and was walking back to the castle. It was a cold night and I had a hoodie on and a jacket. I was tired and cold, walking on the road, holding a cup of coffee. There were many other staff members around, also walking back to the castle. Seemingly out of nowhere the road lit up and before I had a chance to react there was a set of headlights right behind me as a car came to a screeching halt just feet from where I was walking. I guess I didn’t see or hear the car earlier as I was wrapped up with clothes and was quite tired from working into the night and not getting much sleep.

I quickly stepped out of the way as soon as I registered what was happening and much to my horror I looked and realized it was COB driving. A pit welled up in my stomach and my heart sank. The rear window of the car came down and a woman from his entourage asked “Who is that?” Another woman was there and quickly answered though it was me who was walking in the road having almost gotten hit. “That’s Alden Anderson sir.” The woman in the car seemed to be taking notes or something. Then Miscavige rolled down his window and started going off on her, “What are you doing walking in the middle of the road? You need to stay in PT [present time].” Lisa replied “I’m sorry sir. We will stay in PT.” After she apologized profusely, saying multiple times that we will stay in PT, Dave got the final word when he said sternly, “Well ya weren’t in PT!” before rolling up the window and zooming off in the dark. (The incident happened about a month after I snapped the photo I took of myself, above.)

About two years later, I had another encounter with Miscavige.

I was working on the CMO EPF in CMO Gold. That is, the Estates Project Force, or boot camp, for Commodore’s Messenger Organization at Gold Base, one of the most elite units in all of the Sea Org. I was in training to work in F&E, the Film and Equipment division at CMO Gold, that looks after Hubbard’s camera gear. It was also Dave’s personal photography department.

Part of my responsibilities on the CMO EPF was cleaning the LRH office at the Cine Castle. I was vacuuming the foyer when Dave opened the door. As usual, he was accompanied by his entourage. His wife Shelly and Laurisse Stuckenbrock. The conversation went something like this.

Miscavige: Who are you?
Me: I’m Alden Anderson, sir. I came from the Int Ranch.
Miscavige: From what post are you cleaning the LRH office?

Me: I’m on the CMO EPF, sir. I’m working on my clearances.
Miscavige: You lived 15 minutes away and can’t get through your clearances.

Miscavige had closed the Int Ranch in 1999, and of all the kids there, who were sent off to new assignments in Los Angeles and Florida, I was the only one selected to come to Int Base. So when I said I was still working on my clearances, Miscavige understood that I was being sec checked and hadn’t been formally accepted. He saw it as a failing, and narrowed in on it instantly.

After I finished cleaning I went back to the CMO Gold building and spoke to Clarisse Barnett (Shelly’s sister) who was my senior. I told her what happened and she kind of freaked out and went to see Annie Tidman, who was the CO. I’m not sure what conversations happened without me but it was decided that I needed to go Flag, in Florida, to get service org experience. I spent a few days getting a Sec Check at OGH (man did I get a lot of sec checking. It nearly drove me insane to some degree) and then they got me on a flight to Tampa. That was December 2001.

A few years later a final COB-related event would end up being the beginning of the end of my Sea Org career. At the time my world came crashing down around me and my life seemed all but over. In retrospect, if it hadn’t happened there is a chance I’d still be in the Sea Org.

I was posted as the head of the Gold Shoot Team at FSO. I was traveling the world with two staff members from the Gold Shoot Team, Larry Jacobs and Nancy Vaughn. Many events transpired as we traveled to South Africa, Japan, and Thailand, but it was in front of the Advanced Org in Sydney that a simple event took place that would come to change my entire life.

A zoom lens costing $10,000 to $12,000 was stolen, and Larry blamed me.

Back in LA I was at the Gold office at the HGB and paying my weekly paycheck (About $48) to cover the cost of the lens. It was nearing Christmas so we got about a hundred dollar bonus, which also went to pay for the lens. Despite putting all of my weekly paychecks for December and any extra money I had toward the cost to pay for the lens, Larry was pressuring me to pay more. I had two things of value in the world and he said I needed to sell one of them. The first was a Dell laptop that my mom had bought me a few years earlier. The second was a film camera, the Nikon F5 that was the flagship Nikon film camera at the time. I decided that the camera had more value than my laptop and that I needed my laptop for my post on the shoot team. One of my jobs on the shoot team was to transfer all of the video files (the dailies) to the servers at Gold and I needed my laptop to do this.

So, one crisp December day on Hollywood Boulevard I caught the city bus from Hollywood and Vine to Sammy’s Camera on Fairfax and made my way up to the Nikon counter on the 3rd floor. I had my Nikon F5 with me and was determined to get as much cash as I could for it. Brand new it was about $1,600-$1,700 so I was crushed when the guy standing behind the counter offered to only give me $700 for it. I was determined to get more and proceeded to explain the situation. But before I knew it I’d cornered myself in a conversation that I knew I’d revealed too much.

Sammy’s guy: I can give you $700 for it.
Me: Is that all? I was hoping to get more.
Sammy’s guy: Unfortunately there isn’t a big market for these.
Me: I’m not selling it to make money. I’m selling it to cover a lens that was stolen from a production company I work for.
Sammy’s guy: Don’t they have insurance?

Me: Yes but the deductible is $20,000. The lens was worth about $12,000 so it’s not covered.
Sammy’s guy: What production company do you work for?

At this point I figured I had to tell him where I worked, otherwise, he might think I’m lying and I figured he would know it anyway.

Me: Golden Era.
Sammy’s guy: Oh, is that with Dave and Shelly Miscavige?

My heart sank and my stomach knotted up. Here I was selling my camera to the one guy in a city of millions who knows COB! “Yeah” I replied. He ended up taking pity on me and gave me $800, all of which went right to Gold to help cover the cost of the lens.

A few days later I was at the Shrine preparing for the New Year’s Event. I was assigned to shoot stills during the event and we were setting up the lights and angles. Larry Jacobs pulled me aside to a hallway just off of the main auditorium in the Shrine. He proceeded to berate me and began shoving me hard again and again while he yelled. Through the fury of this man with his gray hair flat top, stout mustache and big belly, I learned that the guy I’d spoken to at Sammy’s called Jeff Baker the F&E I/C (Film & Equipment “in charge”) because he was worried about me. The guy felt sorry for me as it was almost Christmas and here I was selling my prized possession to pay for a stolen lens. “He even knew the exact deductible!” Larry shouted.

It was the end of the shoot team for me and although I’d go on to be in the Sea Org for a few more years it was a pivotal moment that changed my life.

— Alden Anderson

Alden Anderson is a professional photographer who is known in part for his remarkable journeys in Vietnam to image its 54 different ethnic groups. He has previously published some of this material on his own website, and wrote about his encounters with David Miscavige at our prompting. When we asked him for more detail about his final years in the Sea Org and what finally propelled him to leave it, he answered, “That’s something that I still need to go through and parse out myself.”




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Source Code

“By the way, professional football is nowhere near as successful as college football; that is to say, people go to see college games. Well, actually I won’t go see a college game because I know most of those players are on the payroll. I was, by the way, the first boy in America to bust that story to the print, to the newspapers: professional paid football players on college teams. I didn’t get expelled for it, my fellow editor got expelled. But he didn’t really get expelled, he just simply got disgusted. And he is now one of the top sports editors of America. But the two of us found that college, the college — our own college — was paying considerable salary under the name of scholarships and bonuses and things like that, to good football players in order to make a good football team. And they were getting in more money at the stadium for every game than they were getting in through the tuition window. And this was an interesting story, we thought. So we broke it in the college paper and broke it over the Scripps-Howard newschain, which I was associate editor of the paper and my pal was also a sports reporter, as well as a student, on the paper.” — L. Ron Hubbard, December 17, 1954


Avast, Ye Mateys


“B. BEREZ: Goodbye Mr. Berez. You who used ethics most wrongly were found with a huge tin of marijuana to be the most out-ethics person aboard. B. Berez, you were the longest aboard in all the out ethics days of the old RSM. We can blow some charge on that. So goodbye Mr. Berez. I trust you will soon go up in smoke.” — The Commodore, December 17, 1968


Overheard in the FreeZone

“Ron after 1972 was not himself anymore. Whatever happened to him, he was destroyed. Game over for him. He was either a clone or a heavily PDHed messed up shadow of his former self. I can say that I consider Ron as the best genius on this planet. But in my view, clearly after 1972 he is not that anymore. He’s fake after that. Whoever got him, be it CIA/FBI or Aliens, Marcabs, matter less. He was being used by others to destroy Scientology from within.”


Past is Prologue

1998: Dave Touretzky reported he was the subject of a revenge picket at his employer, Carnegie Mellon University. “I missed my own picket. There were six of them, reportedly well dressed and well-behaved, basically normal looking. My secretary went down and talked to them for a while, but when she asked them what Scientologists believe in, they wouldn’t give her a straight answer. The FRL’s signs reportedly said ‘Dave Touretzky is a Religious Bigot’ and ‘Your Neighbor Dave Touretzky Protects Pornography’. Also something about a list of aliases I supposedly use, but nobody bothered to write those down. Some of our grad students, bored and looking for amusement, decided to have fun with the picketers. They made up picket signs of their own and joined in. Several candidate slogans were discussed, including ‘Unix is not Xenu’, but in the end they went with: Mom Send Money, Open Source Tibet, Xenu, Warrior Princess, A=A, Yankee Go Home, Legalize maple leaf Canada. The university had a police officer standing by to make sure that everyone played nicely together. Picketers are allowed on campus, and the Scientologists could even go in the building to use the bathroom, but they weren’t allowed anywhere near my office. There were no flyers handed out. Some folks asked the Scientologists to explain why they were doing this, and got answers like ‘he keeps going into our churches’; the Scns also claimed that I was misinforming the public about their beliefs — though they didn’t state it quite that coherently.”


Random Howdy

“After Waco the political will to do anything about cults vanished. The main reason they finally did something about Warren Jeffs and the FLDS was because it was a pedo factory. America is a very religious country and it’s also a celebrity-obsessed country. When you have names like Cruise and Travolta running interference for you, you can run a long way.”



Full Court Press: What we’re watching at the Underground Bunker

Criminal prosecutions:
Danny Masterson charged for raping three women: Next hearing set for February 8. Trial scheduled for August 29, 2022.
‘Lafayette Ronald Hubbard’ (a/k/a Justin Craig), false imprisonment, aggravated assault, plus drug charges: Next hearing scheduled for December 21.
Jay and Jeff Spina, Medicare fraud: Jay sentenced to 9 years in prison. Jeff’s sentencing to be scheduled.
Hanan and Rizza Islam and other family members, Medi-Cal fraud: Pretrial conference December 17 in Los Angeles
David Gentile, GPB Capital, fraud: Next pretrial conference set for February 11.
Joseph ‘Ben’ Barton, Medicare fraud: Pleaded guilty, awaiting sentencing.

Civil litigation:
Luis and Rocio Garcia v. Scientology: Eleventh Circuit affirmed ruling granting Scientology’s motion for arbitration. Garcias considering next move.
Valerie Haney v. Scientology: Forced to ‘religious arbitration.’ US Supreme Court denied Valerie’s petition Oct 4.
Chrissie Bixler et al. v. Scientology and Danny Masterson: California Supreme Court granted review on May 26 and asked the Second Appellate Division to direct Judge Steven Kleifield to show cause why he granted Scientology’s motion for arbitration. Oral arguments held November 2, awaiting a ruling.
Matt and Kathy Feschbach tax debt: Eleventh Circuit ruled on Sept 9, 2020 that Feshbachs can’t discharge IRS debt in bankruptcy. Dec 17: Feshbachs sign court judgment obliging them to pay entire $3.674 million tax debt, plus interest from Nov 19.
Brian Statler Sr v. City of Inglewood: Third amended complaint filed, trial set for June 28, 2022.
Author Steve Cannane defamation trial: Trial concluded, Cannane victorious, awarded court costs. Case appealed on Dec 23. Appeal hearing held Aug 23-27. Awaiting a ruling.



We first broke the news of the LAPD’s investigation of Scientology celebrity Danny Masterson on rape allegations in 2017, and we’ve been covering the story every step of the way since then. At this page we’ve collected our most important links, including our four days in Los Angeles covering the preliminary hearing and its ruling, which has Danny facing trial and the potential sentence of 45 years to life in prison.


After the success of their double-Emmy-winning, three-season A&E series ‘Scientology and the Aftermath,’ Leah Remini and Mike Rinder continue the conversation on their podcast, ‘Scientology: Fair Game.’ We’ve created a landing page where you can hear all of the episodes so far.


An episode-by-episode guide to Leah Remini’s three-season, double-Emmy winning series that changed everything for Scientology watching. Originally aired from 2016 to 2019 on the A&E network, and now on Netflix.


Find your favorite Hubbardite celeb at this index page — or suggest someone to add to the list!

Other links: SCIENTOLOGY BLACK OPS: Tom Cruise and dirty tricks. Scientology’s Ideal Orgs, from one end of the planet to the other. Scientology’s sneaky front groups, spreading the good news about L. Ron Hubbard while pretending to benefit society. Scientology Lit: Books reviewed or excerpted in a weekly series. How many have you read?


[ONE year ago] Tom Cruise rant reminds Tom DeVocht: Miscavige eyed Cruise as high Scientology official
[TWO years ago] The Scientology spy who wants desperately to come in from the cold
[THREE years ago] Finally, Scientology spells out its crazy ideas in a video you weren’t supposed to see
[FOUR years ago] Mexico officially recognizes Scientology as a religion, Miscavige claims at New Year’s event
[FIVE years ago] Scientology is totally reading your comments here — and you’re scaring them senseless
[SEVEN years ago] New investigation of Scientology in France on criminal charges
[EIGHT years ago] At OT 3, you learn you have space cooties — how do you get rid of them? Scientology exorcism!
[NINE years ago] Did Scientology Kill Joel Sappell’s Dog?
[TEN years ago] Scientology Infusion: Commenters of the Week!


Scientology disconnection, a reminder

Bernie Headley (1952-2019) did not see his daughter Stephanie in his final 5,667 days.
Valerie Haney has not seen her mother Lynne in 2,517 days.
Katrina Reyes has not seen her mother Yelena in 3,022 days
Sylvia Wagner DeWall has not seen her brother Randy in 2,542 days.
Brian Sheen has not seen his grandson Leo in 1,562 days.
Geoff Levin has not seen his son Collin and daughter Savannah in 1,453 days.
Christie Collbran has not seen her mother Liz King in 4,760 days.
Clarissa Adams has not seen her parents Walter and Irmin Huber in 2,628 days.
Carol Nyburg has not seen her daughter Nancy in 3,402 days.
Doug Kramer has not seen his parents Linda and Norm in 1,733 days.
Jamie Sorrentini Lugli has not seen her father Irving in 4,206 days.
Quailynn McDaniel has not seen her brother Sean in 3,522 days.
Dylan Gill has not seen his father Russell in 12,088 days.
Melissa Paris has not seen her father Jean-Francois in 8,007 days.
Valeska Paris has not seen her brother Raphael in 4,175 days.
Mirriam Francis has not seen her brother Ben in 3,756 days.
Claudio and Renata Lugli have not seen their son Flavio in 4,017 days.
Sara Goldberg has not seen her daughter Ashley in 3,053 days.
Lori Hodgson has not seen her son Jeremy and daughter Jessica in 2,768 days.
Marie Bilheimer has not seen her mother June in 2,293 days.
Julian Wain has not seen his brother Joseph or mother Susan in 648 days.
Charley Updegrove has not seen his son Toby in 1,823 days.
Joe Reaiche has not seen his daughter Alanna Masterson in 6,374 days
Derek Bloch has not seen his father Darren in 3,523 days.
Cindy Plahuta has not seen her daughter Kara in 3,843 days.
Roger Weller has not seen his daughter Alyssa in 8,698 days.
Claire Headley has not seen her mother Gen in 3,817 days.
Ramana Dienes-Browning has not seen her mother Jancis in 2,173 days.
Mike Rinder has not seen his son Benjamin and daughter Taryn in 6,476 days.
Brian Sheen has not seen his daughter Spring in 2,582 days.
Skip Young has not seen his daughters Megan and Alexis in 2,980 days.
Mary Kahn has not seen her son Sammy in 2,856 days.
Lois Reisdorf has not seen her son Craig in 2,439 days.
Phil and Willie Jones have not seen their son Mike and daughter Emily in 2,934 days.
Mary Jane Barry has not seen her daughter Samantha in 3,188 days.
Kate Bornstein has not seen her daughter Jessica in 14,297 days.


Posted by Tony Ortega on December 17, 2021 at 07:00

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Other links: BLOGGING DIANETICS: Reading Scientology’s founding text cover to cover | UP THE BRIDGE: Claire Headley and Bruce Hines train us as Scientologists | GETTING OUR ETHICS IN: Jefferson Hawkins explains Scientology’s system of justice | SCIENTOLOGY MYTHBUSTING: Historian Jon Atack discusses key Scientology concepts | Shelly Miscavige, 15 years gone | The Lisa McPherson story told in real time | The Cathriona White stories | The Leah Remini ‘Knowledge Reports’ | Hear audio of a Scientology excommunication | Scientology’s little day care of horrors | Whatever happened to Steve Fishman? | Felony charges for Scientology’s drug rehab scam | Why Scientology digs bomb-proof vaults in the desert | PZ Myers reads L. Ron Hubbard’s “A History of Man” | Scientology’s Master Spies | The mystery of the richest Scientologist and his wayward sons | Scientology’s shocking mistreatment of the mentally ill | The Underground Bunker’s Official Theme Song | The Underground Bunker FAQ

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