L. Ron Hubbard was a great observer and describer of phenomena. He once noted that the universe abhors a vacuum. He also noted that when confronted with a vacuum of data, people tend to invent data to fill it.
I have intentionally not shared a lot of personal information over the past several months; and I don’t intend to start regularly doing so in the near future. However, I have observed that Ron’s description of the information vacuum has apparently created a field day for those intent on reading tea leaves and those who harbor intentions inimical to my own. And that has apparently upset some folks. So, I am going to attempt to fill in the vacuum in the hopes it might set some people at ease.
Monique and I worked hard throughout 2011 to create some time for me to write some books that I believe will help Scientologists and former Scientologists heal and move on up a little higher with their lives. Things did not go as planned. 2012 presented some issues that I thought, right or wrong, deserved my attention.
We wound up spending the bulk of the year assisting with battles (Battle of San Antonio, mop up of Headley affair, expose of the Pat Broeker affair, etc.). We with forethought entered them and exited them without a single penny in compensation; not even for the not insubstantial personal costs involved. Fundraising for them diverted much of our income for the year. This was the case much to the frustration of Debbie, Wayne, Marc, Claire, and others who demanded I be compensated. We did not do so because the road I feel I must travel requires absolute independence of thought and obligation. The pursuit of truth can, and has through history – including with Scientology- , been compromised by financial considerations.
We decided to move at the end of the year and Monique decided to go back to work in the health care field for two reasons. First, it was necessary in order to obtain the type of premises that would afford us our life back from an intelligence apparatus the likes of which have been unknown to the world since the infamous East German STASI. Second, it was necessary to afford me the time and space to get done the books I am in progress on. Monique knows what I have to say – and what I have been trying to find the time to complete in the full context I have always asserted it deserves in books form. She felt it so important to be said that she gave up – temporarily – the joy and fulfillment of auditing in order to make it happen. We also forfeited our only assets, $35,000 in equity from a lease/purchase option, in order to effectuate this change.
Thanks to great research and planning on our part, we are moving forward on our plans while also rebuilding our lives from the intrusion. It is not that the STASI (OSA, Scientology Inc.’s Office of Special Affairs) has gone away. It is that they are buffered. Thanks to the good people in our community, and the rather ethical and uncorrupted law enforcement agencies in our vicinity, we know more about their rather extensive and expensive surveillance operation than it can divine about us. Their absurd black PR campaign being run directly at virtually everyone we have known or met (including everyone who has visited us and all of Monique’s family) is indication of the level of frustration of not having 24/7 access to our every movement. It also doesn’t hurt having Sugar Ray Jeffrey as a neighbor and friend – the only man in history who has kicked Scientology Inc.’s ass two times in one year and who is fully motivated and prepared to do so again if they get too adventrous.
As far as what I have to say in my books, I am previewing some of it on the blog of late – but those are simply snippets. I will say the following. I believe I will demonstrate that perhaps the most powerfully destructive fault with Scientology is its promise and authoritative insistence that only it, to the explicit and must-be-agreed-upon exclusion of examination of any other data or technology, with scientific precision delivers ultimate truth. Understanding that, in my view, opens one to potential heights that Scientologists wind up insisting they have achieved, but in reality are not even aware of.
Where ultimately does that go? I don’t purport to know. I do believe, though, that the moment one is certain he has arrived, he in fact has died spiritually.
To borrow a line from Tom Morello, ‘the road I must travel, its end I cannot see.’