Mosey and I are on the road this week. As per usual, we are being followed by a phallanx of Corporate Scientology spooks. Also per usual they are playing extremely creepy, cold war era terrorist games. The game they’ve been playing with me for the past year and one half is to closely surveil us to determine who it is we are helping at any given time. They then cull folders, pc and ethics, take the most sensational “dirt” they can find, embellish the living daylights out of it, then spread it – by both internet anonymous publication and intel agent rumor mongering – to put the most hurt possible on those who we are helping.
The intent is crystal clear. It is extortion and terrorism designed to send a message – if you connect with Marty we will make it hurt.
It occurred to me on this particular trip – where Miscavige’s level of sleaze and evil has hit a new low – that in the past year and one half, not one single person who has come to us for help and/or friendship has allowed their affinity to be alloyed by such tactics. Mosey and I were talking this over this morning. We recognized the character of our friends and the Indies who have come to us for service are extraordinary. A special breed of folks who don’t waver under threat, who become stronger under the stress of Corporate Scientology terrorism, and who despite every invitation not to, keep their eyes on the mountain and continue to move on up a little higher. We are humbled and want to express our gratitude and appreciation to each and every one of you. You know who you are. Collectively, you all are breaking the back of an organized crime racket that until now has managed to rule by intimidation, threat, and the most heinous type of violation of trust.