After 155 days of lying to the people of Ingleside on the Bay, the San Patricio County Attorney and Sheriff, the San Antonio Express and Mark Collette of the Corpus Christi Caller Times about there being no affiliation between SQBs and the “church” of Scientology, the “church” of Scientology International’s Director of Legal Affairs winds up with his bloody fingerprints on the pistol.
And, whoever heard of a “victim” on the run from the long arm of the law? There may be good reasons.
The affidavit of Norman James Moore is sworn on the 7th day after the event (perjured to read the 6th day) which happens to also be the night (early afternoon for POB) I appeared on Germany’s biggest talk show getting agreement from the government of Germany that Scientology and the “church” of Scientology are two different kettles of fish, and that the latter stinks to high heaven.
Why do you think POB had Norman put the date of the incident as the 2nd (rather than the true date of the 1st)? Maybe because I’ve got plenty of video of Norman and the SQBs on the 1st trying to prevent me from going to Germany. In any event, Norman – by perjuring himself – has committed yet another Texas crime on behalf of his dear leader.
It’ll be interesting to find out why the warrant was issued on the 8th and sat eight days unserved till 5:40 on Friday the 16th (just after the JoP left work so that no bail could be issued till at least until Saturday and perhaps Monday); and why the SQBs showed up at the end of the street moments before the serving D/Sheriff arrived with not only golf cart, but their blacked out SUV which followed us for the nearly one hour drive to jail; and why the D/Sheriff who got on duty only ten minutes earlier (5:30) received an urgent instruction from the desk Sgt to serve the warrant immediately – particularly when San Pat County can be like the wild, wild west on a Friday night.
Ralph Gomez, Bart Parr, Joanne Wheaton, John Allender, Allan Cartwright, David Miscavige – you can run but you cannot hide for long.
Stay tuned – I have a feeling it’ll get curiouser and curiouser and then it’ll die an ignominous death just like that being dramatized by the architect of this sickness. Regardless, the unanswered questions will be answered.
This is rather long and you may want to go and refill your coffee, get a drink of water, maybe just sit back, get comfy or whatever, before you start….
(hold on to your hat and my advance apologies for my lack of diplomacy, which is largely due to my lack of diplomacy)….here I go:
I grew up in Houston, Texas and discovered Scientology there, in 1971.
I was on mission staff, Div. 6, late ‘70s.
I have never been in the sea org.
I stepped back in to Scientology (after years of being off lines, to what was once a workable technology, that had been transformed into a vile mind-rip….who knew?), in 2005.
At that time I did not have the ability (had run into a wall), nor the information, to stand and see what had happened or what was happening….one of those ‘forest for trees’ things.
The ‘you are not clear’ was declared and the ‘advanced’ program began.
The very close whisper in my ear “we can get a commendation in to your ethics file”.
OMG….I needed a commendation?
The arguing back and forth with my auditor regarding set ups for OT V, when I had only completed through OT III….“it was called something else back then” and he proceeded anyway.
All I wanted to do was to leave….wrap it up and get out, which I did.
No starting on V setups.
Something was definitely not right….I felt like an intruder, I felt like I was a slug crawling back in, I felt the weight of being wrong, and of course, I thought it was all me.
Hunting season had just opened and I was the hunted….unknown to me, were the existence of predators at Flag.
I left after almost four weeks with the original intent (and agreement) of two weeks.
Relatively unscathed….relatively speaking.
I began my own search of WTF? in very early 2010, and had quite the shock of discovery.
Prior to my search, I had always been a good little doobie, not looking, not questioning, no inquiries, just being quiet, maintaining a low profile.
After the initial shock of looking was wearing off, with the month or so it took for me to ‘settle down’, came answers to ‘why?’ or ‘what happened?’ or ‘how come?’.
Funny how seeking answers for your own self, lends itself to being able to see, which also keeps you from continuing to trip over things and thus the ability to pick your own self up, off the floor.
I have dug down into the rabbit hole, with the many twists and turns, with many statements, documents, and photos to see….taking my own look, doing my own research.
The amount of information out here is enormous.
The many testimonies I have read, corroborating one to the other, was evidence enough. The sheer numbers alone of all those similar testimonies, was survey enough.
My deep appreciation, and heartfelt thanks, to Marty, Mike, Amy, Matt, Karen, Jeff, Marc, Steve, Jason, Luis, David, Jesse and all the others along the way, for being able to see, step out, gather their wits, speak up and light the way for others, with the truth.
Indeed, the truth shall set you free.
There are no other words.
I am forever grateful.
Now, in the big scheme of things with regard to organized Scientology (now seemingly with an alias of Crime, Inc.),
I am just a regular person out here, without personal witness to the abhorrent treatment of others within this ‘church’, outside of my own experience with crush regging, inval/eval and an ‘unclear’ declare delivered, interfering in my non-interference zone, but nevertheless, regular or not, I draw the line, here and now, witnessed by you.
I have been duped! I am furious beyond belief and I am ready to say it out loud…so, you better just step back, so you don’t get any of this on you….’cause here it comes:
I am done with my connection by silence, to the corrupt organization calling itself the church of Scientology .
What the church of Scientology is today, is most definitely a gross mutation of yesteryear. I am here to tell you, that what is going on within the ‘church’ today, is someone’s claymation of a really bad, tortuous dream.
I am done with knowing of and not speaking out publicly (with my abrasive voice in print), about my opinion and views of these ‘church’ ordered mafia tactics, pirate like rape and pillage, the spying, the harassment, the covert and overt attacks, the manipulation to cover those attacks, the willful third partying, the very visible reverse of the Code of Honor, the infiltrations, the lies and the continual lying, the complete ignoring of basic data, the desire for material things that glitter, the hacking into, the willingness to harm others, the child abuse, the total disregard for families with the malicious (knowingly) splitting up of families, the obvious desire to be admired coupled with a pompous attitude, the stalking, the hiding, the cover-up of crimes, the prostitution of integrity for money or status or position or collecting ‘ahhhs’, the lack of compassion, the exploitations, the backstabbing, the theft of private information, the intimidation, the degradation, the ‘pretended’ care for others for a stat, the creation and use of live puppets, the endless supply of parishioner money used to purchase any and all ‘cover’ deemed needed for all the aforementioned gross activities (on all flows).
The above ranting list I have given, is no doubt ordered and approved, not to mention demanded, by the leader of the ‘church’ of Scientology, David Miscavige.
If this disgusting treatment of others, was not directly ordered by the small one, then you and I both know, it would not be happening, at all…..he is the leader. He does lead. And look at what is coming forth, emanating out from this leader….like mucus and froth, from the mouth of a rabid dog….it’s disgustingly obvious.
The corrupt, criminal and immoral activities/persons, grouped together acting out their own versions of ‘Spy vs Spy’, veiled by that word, ‘church’ all the while justifying their actions with a cloak of ‘greatest good’ is just insane and just as contagious as a virus.
(proper ‘conditioning’ needed, of course)
If this is not ‘trickle down’ insanity, I don’t know what is.
This is a very solid mockup of case, with no real responsible party….a ship destined to sink.
What comes to mind right now, is a comment someone made on this blog a while back…(I forget who)…and three of the words in their posting just jumped out at me….”crimes of magnitude”.
Those words really stuck…because I can only guess what those crimes might be, and the little I do know now is, in my opinion, enough to sink the Titanic all over again and I’m sure all I’ve seen is the tip of that iceberg.
Reminds me of a time I was in a bank, when it was robbed.
The detective interviewing me afterwards, had been delayed in his arrival, making all of us wait (as witnesses to the robbery) for more than an hour (we couldn’t leave until we had spoken with him).
When it was my turn with the detective, I had asked what took him so long to get there and he said “I was investigating something worse than this.”
I said “worse than armed robbery?”
I could only guess at what that was.
A crime of magnitude.
Like I said, I’m just a regular person out here, but I can still smell sewer stench, even when I don’t know exactly where the sewer is….I just know it’s there.
Elementary.
There’s more…
I am done with ignoring the elephant in my own room, I’m done with not saying out loud my strong disagreement with a ‘church’ using federal and state tax dollars for medical care (when those in need are ‘allowed’ to seek that care), for dental care (when those in need are ‘allowed’ to seek that care), and the push for abortions (being pregnant has for some reason become an overt for those ‘within’).
These things, in my opinion, are medical and dental free rides from Joe Public, the very ‘wog’ who is belittled by the elite from within. Joe Public who is footing the bill for a number of things for this ‘church’…..go figure that one.
The entitlement mentality of this ‘church’ is pathetic to say the least, when the unbelievable amount they have in reserves is used as a personal cash-stash by an elite few.
That the vast amount of ‘church’ reserves is hidden, while tax dollars are demanded, used and accepted, all the while no taxes are paid into the pool from which they drink, is in my opinion, criminal and may just spell ‘evasion’…..I believe it has been spelled that way before.
Which reminds me, don’t ‘churches’ offer their members, an accounting of all their funds?
Also, I am done with not saying anything about the little to no pay for staff, and with the taking of that little to no pay from staff, as gifts to others, without prior permission.
(again, it’s that entitlement mentality)
I am done with not saying anything about the theft of parishioner’s donations used to impress, seeking admiration from, certain celebrities. This is done using slave labor, to create ‘gifts of magnitude’, for reasons we do not know…..yet.
I am done with knowing and not stating aloud, my repulsed reaction to the willful degraded accommodations, the no sleep forced upon staff, the imprisonment and the threat of imprisonment, and the intentional withholding of sufficient food from the staff…..all so as (in my opinion) to not dip into its own mega funds socked away for someone’s better use, and for what I believe to be the successful creation of a weak and malleable crew, while a very few (at the top of this so called ‘church’) live large and live well, on the backs of others.
How easy is it to manipulate and control those who are physically weak from hunger and no sleep, pushed to cruel limits?
Very easy, just look.
(entitlement (now enter slave owner) mentality)
I am done with knowing and not saying, how ridiculously stupid it looks, for a ‘church’ to rush to the aid of disaster victims, to hand out booklets (paid for by parishioners extra donations for that particular quest…the calls are made), when it is shelter, food and water that is needed. Nevermind that sometimes the victims of disasters cannot even read.
Damned the torpedoes, it’s the photo-op! Let them eat cake!
I am done with knowing and not saying out loud, that this ‘church’ does not practice what it preaches.
I am done with not saying anything out loud about my vehement opposition to, knowing that self-prison ‘states’ are intentionally and knowingly, delivered to others as a standard level of ‘keep ‘em cowed’, on a daily basis, which is brainwashing 101.
I am done with not saying anything about the ‘across the board’ squirreling of the tech which has caused untold damage. The numbers of deaths in the last couple of decades, among Scientologists (natural, self inflicted or otherwise) is astounding to me.
I am done with knowing and not saying anything about the valence handed out, that might as well be injected, within those closed off rooms where filmed interrogations take place. Interrogations that are sugarcoated, softened in sound and renamed as ‘security checks’, or ‘eligibility’ or ‘six month checks’ for upper levels, which come to find out, is actual digging for future extortive/blackmail material…..freely distributed for use, if needed, of course.
And I am done with not saying anything out loud about the existence of ‘church’ prisons in the United States of America and other locations, with the use of razor wire, which is someone’s nightmare in play…an indication of the criminally insane running the asylum, in my opinion.
And what about the ‘churches’ missing persons, such as Shelly Miscavige (beloved wife of der leader, still wearing a wedding band…MIA?)…..where is she? dead? alive? hidden? muffled?
And where is Heber?
How many execs and staff, exactly are missing?
Enquiring minds want to know.
I also have been curiously interested in and follow the purchase of the ideal orgs, as ‘church’ property.
The unsuspecting and very giving loyal, local public, who provide their presence to be morphed into the live puppets for the weekly shows, in order to be squeezed for money is truly sad.
Week after week, they are called in, and squeezed to get more money to hand over (no matter any hardship created as consequence).
Here it comes again….”Let them eat cake!”
All of this, to purchase a building, and then unbeknownst to the public, the following turn of events will be more puppet shows, to collect more money to rehab that building.
The rehab is to some insane level of glory to (fill in that blank).
Rehabs ending with gold, glitter and automatons….and then, the third and most stabbing implementation of this squeeze machine, is the rent, to be paid right back to the ‘mothership’ for the use of that very ‘special’ building.
All outrageous, all non-stop, an all demanding squeeze machine.
Choose your real estate, make others pay for it in cash, title to you, then collect the rent.
What a scam.
Makes ‘ol Bernie seem like a 12 year old shop lifter, huh?
Well, Bernie’s in prison and I bet it’s because he didn’t have the ‘veil’.
And what a total embarrassment that there are supposed OTs ‘running this show’ within this ‘church’.
Who knew the creme de la creme is just shit, in a good suit.
Who knew that the VFP (valuable final product) of this group, would be morphed into having, as its valuable final product, a small army of blind sheeple just lockstep, doing the biddings for criminal intentions, without thinking….as evidenced by videos, photos, documents and testimonies, all online.
So, after all I have read, after seeing for myself that the c of s is most definitely, literally FUBAR, after being able to compare 1971 to today,
I AM DONE and remove myself from any and all connection to that corrupt organization, veiled with the word ‘church’.
There will be many, many more who will wake up, take a look for themselves, gasp, fall down, get up and then walk out.
No doubt about it.
I’m done for now.
Thank you for listening to me.
I now turn this online podium, over to the next speaker.
from the painfully shy and wallflower-like,
Sandy Richards
(aka TX2)
Sandy is one of those who has been silently, without motivation for recognition but instead from pure innocent conscience, contributing in very important ways. Her deeds and her words over time – notwithstanding the direct force of her words today – remind me of the most significant contribution Sting made to the arts in my opinion. His tribute to the women of South America whose fathers, husbands and sons were “disappeared” by fascist dictators to forever be forgotten. To Sandy and all the others who won’t forget L Ron Hubbard, despite every vicious demand to do so by the fascist dictator and his enforcement arms, and find ways to remind others:
Reliable sources have informed me that Miscavige has acknowledged to OSA (Office of Special Affairs, Corporate Scientology’s espionage network) that the overt harassment campaign was an EPIC FAIL. Of course, he is blaming it on OSA’s “imbecile” execution while writing out of history that he was the one that ordered it and micromanaged into headlines from North America to Europe.
Partly in order to divert attention from himself, he has been demanding that all potential covert intelligence sources be activated and re-activated, YESTERDAY.
This all makes perfect sense watching from the outside. Just prior to April 17, when the South Texas Siege began, we had just devined an 18 month operation by OSA to put an old associate into our home. I informed the operative that I had determined whom she was working for. Within days the Ass Busters showed up in full regalia and until recently showed up to our driveway daily. While they still drive by and leer from the distance the daily driveway performances have ceased.
And within 48 hours of that cessation I received reports from four close friends that they have suddenly received reaches from people they either suspected as OSA agents, or knew to be OSA agents – whom they have heard nothing of for the past several months.
The reaches were so lockstep timing-wise and in methodology, Mike Rinder and I came to the same certain conclusion: the intelligence I received concerning Miscavige’s latest pendulum swing change of axis is about as accurate as it gets. We’ve been there before. The magnitude of effect of the cumulative public exposure on Miscavige’s overt harassment campaign finally hits him. He goes apoplectic on OSA for creating such bad public relations, notwithstanding the fact that he ordered and micromanaged every aspect of it – down to writing scripts for the Ass Busters to shout in front of my home. He comes up with some LRH Guardian advice from the heart of the cold war about intelligence (covert ops) being the most effective means of combating enemies, and screams “what the f*** happened to all the intel operatives you said you had nearly into Marty’s f****** house?” OSA scurries like rats activating every operative it ever briefed and attempted to get into my circle of friends since time immemorial. And, simply carrying on with what we do, the sudden shift of axis is so obvious as to be almost comical.
I don’t expect anyone to take my analysis as gospel. But, I share it to give a heads up to folk so that you are not caught unawares, and in the hopes you might share any other such indicators this past week so as to fuel our incredible multiple viewpoint system of defense.
I mentioned in the Village Voice that one of the most important results of our visit to Germany was helping to get Independents, and future Independents, out from the shadows and into communication. I am going to share with you one of several significant results we’ve already seen from this.
For those who haven’t seen the videos within that post, please take a close look at the face of the OSA spy that Mosey so alertly spotted at the Berlin wall.
Well, the new invigorated Independence movement has positively identified him. Here is the report.
The Osa 007 that followed you in Berlin and that you caught so nicely with your camrecorder is Manfred Utzinger, Osa Staff from Zurich Org (Switzerland). He loves to play James Bond games and organizes spies that he sends undercover to Freezone events. He loves to spy on Facebook. Here the available data about him on the Internet.
Cellphone: 004176 584 84 27
M.Utzinger
Schneebelistr. 7
8048 Zürich
Facebook name: Utzi Butzi http://www.myspace.com/571526340 http://www.utzi.ch/ http://utzi-foto.smugmug.com/
E-Mail: info@utzi.ch
Take a look at Utzi Butzi’s own photos on the sites provided and you will see there is no doubt that Utzi Butzi is indeed the STASI like fellow who photographed us in Berlin, coordinating with several other operatives.
Now that you all know how to contact Utzi feel free to give him a warm invitation from out of the shadows of spookdom and into the sunlight of independence.
And Utzi, have a lawyer tell you what you might be facing under this factual scenario:
You ran a den of operatives with terroristic threat intentions only a few yards away from Chancellor Merkle and perhaps the largest array of police and security personnel since 9/11/01 the day after the announcement of the discovery of a terrorist cell operating in the neighborhood.
Then Utzi, consider stepping over to the Indie side for a little shelter from the storm.
While I respect Tony for his ability to confront the cult and his intelligence in understanding the goals and purposes of Independent Scientology vs those of Radical Corporate Scientology, I don’t see eye to eye with him on what Jason Beghe’s products and intentions are. The video interview Jason did with Mark Bunker in early 2008 accurately captured the raw, painful truth that was Jason’s shortly after he made the lonely and courageous step through the wall of fire that is cutting ties with Miscavige’s cult. But, to define Jason by that moment does him a tremendous injustice in my view.
Jason is one of my closest friends. He spent a week at our home in August 2008. We spent dozens of hours together on the deck overlooking the bay grappling with the subject of Scientology. By the end of the week we had synthesized a vision. That vision was to help Scientologists heal and to heal Scientology itself by means, primarily, of letting the truth be known. Though the church, and apparently Scientology haters too, will never believe it, Jason and I concurred that to waste much time “fighting” or “taking down” Miscavige would be counter-productive. Jason – who is one of the most intelligent and well educated people (and Scientology trained to boot) I have had the privilege to know as a good friend – understood when I demonstrated that Miscavige has sucked the church into a nightmare GPM (Goal/Problem/Mass – the positive/negative, resistance trap that makes one becomes what one resists) that now routinely produces the precise opposite (Problem) of what it postulates (Goal) resulting the in the destructive cult (Mass) it has become.
Jason is not out to “cripple” or even harm in any way “Scientology.” Jason is all about the truth. I’ll provide two examples to demonstrate that fact.
Jason went through ten years of the most vicious Black Dianetics within RCS (Radical Corporate Scientology). It began in 1996. Jason had completed training through Class V at Celebrity Center International (CCI). Jason was such an effective auditor during his internship that a number of people began requesting that he by name deliver their Grades and NED. CCI, as is the church’s wont, of course extended his internship because they were making beau coup bucks off their star auditor.
Then Miscavige decided overnight to destroy the training line up that L Ron Hubbard spent three decades perfecting. Jason was told that he had to re-train because Miscavige had determined some unnamed people had messed up the tech. Jason said “ok, let’s get started.” He was told he had to go to the reg. Jason, being Jason, then uttered the now famous words (paraphrase), “let me get this straight, you screwed up the tech, and you want me to pay for it? Get the fuck out of here!”
That began a ten year “repair”from hell for Jason. At a cost of hundreds of thousands of dollars to himself, Jason was put through endless Ls repairs, NOTs repairs, FPRD, sec checking, and the most reverse, evaluative “ethics” imaginable. I know that for a fact because in 2002 while I was at CCI auditing Tom Cruise, Miscavige ordered that I check out the endless drama that had become the Jason Beghe cycle while I was there. While Jason claims our couple of weeks together was the one bright light during that decade in hell, I too was making him wrong for his “counter intention” to “Golden Age of Tech” (Miscavige’s 1996 cancellation of the training line up of L Ron Hubbard). Unfortunately, I was ordered to Flag to handle the McPherson case the moment I completed Cruise on NOTS (OT V, higher Scientology auditing level) and to drop Jason like a hot potato. Had we stuck it out together perhaps we both would have walked in ’02.
Having met Jason six years later and having the opportunity to talk frankly with no censors or fixed ideas, I came to understand this:
Jason Beghe was persecuted and tortured for ten years because he had the integrity to stand up and say what probably 97.5% of Scientologists thought (but suppressed out of fear) in May 1996.
Second Example. In April 2009 when the church learned that Mike Rinder was considering corroborating my story with the St Pete Times, Miscavige’s response was to send six cult members and two attorneys to Denver (where Mike then lived) to ambush him, threaten him and attempt to purchase his silence to prevent the truth from seeing the light of day. The afternoon we learned of the plot, Jason hopped on an airplane immediately on his own dime, and we descended upon Denver from opposite directions as reinforcement for Mike. The rest is history.
As to the assault case referred to in Tony Ortega’s article, again more context is warranted. Within a couple of days of Jason returning home from the successful Denver mission, a RCS process server walked more than a hundred yards into Jason’s property. The process server’s contact was handwritten on the subpoena he was there to serve. The contact was not a lawyer. It was Greg Schulman, a former Guardian’s Office member and three decade OSA “Intelligence” veteran. The process server applied many of the tactics to provoke Jason that we are all now familiar with being applied to me daily and to Mike Rinder for nearly a year.
Unfortunately, Jason was not as schooled in OSA’s tactics as Mike and I were and so his reaction was exploited. Knowing all the circumstances I am proud to this day that Jason used as little force as he did in dealing with the situation.
OSA used teams of lawyers to work the Los Angeles Sheriff’s Office and the Los Angeles D/A’s office to bring a case against Jason. They used the process to harrass him and cost him a lot of time and money over two years. Had we had more resources back then, we would have taken it to trial – I advocated for it from the beginning but we just did not have the resources back then to finance such an adventure.
I have had 11 (eleven) criminal cases brought against me by the RCS because of various restrained ways and means I dealt with people getting into my face constantly over time. They have hired four law firms in Texas (including the largest one in South Texas) to lobby local officials to prosecute me in my own back yard alone. Unsuccessful to date, and (knock on wood), in the future.
But I will tell you right now who kept me out of jail. Jason Beghe. Had it not been for the two years of hell RCS put him through, and the remarkable poise with which he handled it, there is no doubt but that by now I would have done something far more serious than the light open handed taps Jason used to usher a creepy lurker away from his then 4 and 6 year old sons and his wife.
Jason is a man’s man.
And for the benefit of David Miscavige and his thirty some odd anti-me web pages, I’ll make it crystal clear, something you can quote:
Mosey and I decided to take a train ride up to Berlin today. Having learned quite a bit about Germany and its history recently, we wanted to see some historical sites of significance.
We were told by our hosts that they could not provide protection since we were leaving Hamburg, a terrorist had just been caught in Berlin, and the Chancellor of Germany was scheduled to speak at Checkpoint Charlie in Berlin this afternoon – so all law enforcement was focused on those matters. No matter, it is not like we cannot handle harassment and we’d be damned if we’d let Miscavige’s terrorist tactics get in the way of a chance of a lifetime.
Just as we arrived at the epicenter of what became the icons for remembrance of the importance of tolerance and freedom from tyranny and oppression, guess who came to remind us: never lose vigilance against suppression?
David Miscavige’s storm troopers performed the creepiest of Cold War type intelligence ops amidst thousands of people who had travelled from all parts of the world to visit shrines to the evils of such mentality.
I present to you the live record of Miscavige’s response to our words over the past two days attempting to heal the wounds his organization has inflicted on the people of Germany. I don’t know that it can get any darker than this. By the way, please hold any sympathetic words. His timing couldn’t have punctuated the point of our visit better nor made it more real and meaningful. We got Nazi Germany circa 1933-1945 and Berlin circa 1945-1989, in spades.
During my trip this week I heard from some folks that they had heard on the rumor line that other folks doubted the sincerity of my comment a couple weeks back that “I have David Miscavige right where I want him.” My comment did not mean that things are easy in our life. But, we don’t seek an easy life. We’re working on just what we have said we are working on for the past two years. It is well covered in the Welcome section of this blog as well as the section entitled The 31 Factors that Scientologists Should Consider.
If people think that we are wasting much time on the ass clowns who come to our home each day and follow us all around the world, you are not watching very closely. Look at the Bert Leahy interviews. We don’t just have six ass clowns in a golf cart here. That is just the first layer of daily diversionary tactic. There is an elaborate network throughout our region, backed by teams of private investigators who monitor our every move and relay to the ass clowns when to strike. There is an entire unit at OSA INT that does nothing but coordinate operatives throughout the US to make our lives a living hell, impede us, and stop us by any means necessary. And there are OSA operatives throughout the Anonymous network, ESMB site, the Freezone and Independents running backstabbing, covert propaganda campaigns while we are “tied up” under siege. Just look for the 1.1s using the safe Independent Scientology space we are creating to promote such practices as no-training-needed to get onto OT levels, “OT I and OT II are of little importance”: especially coming from “Class VIIIs”,”Class VIs” and folks claiming to be “trained by Ron.” They may as well be saying “Scientology is a fraud, because after all I studied it all, and violently disagree with the Bridge created by Ron.” Think about it. Beware of anyone who has “studied it all” and discourages you from doing the same.
We are doing far more than auditing pcs and pre-OTs and training people and contending with ass clowns. We never lose sight of the mountain and always have the broader, longer view in mind and keep long-term projects advancing. I generally try to adhere to the advice of the Tao: Just do your work and then stand back.
However, today I am going to have to talk about some work in progress. That is because, David Miscavige has caught wind of it and is going absolutely apoplectic attempting to put period to it. It is not minor work. It is of vast importance to the free practice of Scientology for future generations.
Two years ago the German government invited me to come there and to testify about Scientology. I told them they might not like what I have to say since my view is that the work of L Ron Hubbard and the philosophy of Scientology should survive and thrive. Interest waned; and we carried on with our work here.
A couple months ago I was approached by the German government again. This time they informed me they had studied very thoroughly everything I had written and done over the past two years, and that they understood what we have done has accomplished more in curbing “church” of Scientology abuses than any other factor. They expressed great interest in my informing not only their government, but representatives from a number of European countries, about our work, distinguishing the philosophy from the acts of the corrupt organization so that their own actions vis a vis Scientology were focused on actionable abuse and not on belief, faith, and workable help. And so, we agreed to attempt to do so.
While I was in LA last week, Miscavige ordered the ass clowns to pack up and leave our town. They did so, bringing in special trailers to remove their golf carts and a moving van to remove their rooms full of electronic surveillance equipment.
The “church” of Scientology – hacking international airline reservation computers as they do – recently noted our planned trip to Germany.
When I arrived back home last night, six of them promptly arrived at our driveway squealing like stuck pigs about Mosey and I going to Germany.
This morning the ass clowns moved back into the house less than 200 yards from our home that they had quietly abandoned five days earlier, claiming they only came back because Mosey and I were going to Germany.
Our efforts to educate them predictably fell on deaf, cultist ears. However, I believe the record we made of that attempt is very educational. It sets forth precisely why we are going to Germany and it shows the level of Miscavige’s violent disagreement with our mission.
Cleaning up the image and damage that Miscavige has created for Scientology is not very difficult absent his gargantuan efforts to disrupt such work. But, hey we’re not complaining; like I said at the outset, we’re not looking for “easy” lives – instead, we’re going ahead living meaningful ones.
We shall see what Mosey and I can accomplish in three days in cleaning up what Miscavige has been busy destroying in Europe for three decades. My prediction in the long term is that – much like what happened (though little known in the victors’ history books) during the civil rights movement of the fifties and sixties – Europe will embarrass the U.S. into taking responsibility for that which it was bribed into perpetuating. It certainly won’t be boring – and may bring far more concentrated hell upon us than we’ve seen to date from vested interests in the U.S. government and the U.S. media who have effectively become whores for the cult. But, as a wise, effective man once said: You may be a minority of one, but the truth is still the truth.
The videos follow. Watch all the way through – you don’t want to miss the last few minutes where Mosey puts the debate to rest.
I don’t mean to keep harping on such a seemingly simple week of activity. It is illustrative however of the suppression that has become Radical Corporate Scientology under the misdirection of David Miscavige. So I consider it relevant.
We’re done in LA for the moment. We want to express our gratitude to the wonderful independent Scientologists who made our work possible against a well financed, zealously executed program to stop HELP. Michael Fairman’s and Joy Grayson’s roles have been covered in a previous post.
What is not known is the behind the scenes work of the incomparable Garcia family (Luis, Rocio, and Ivan). They engineered and financed and executed an elaborate scheme to make our work possible and free me up to get it done while also keeping a number of other ongoing 3rd dynamic projects on track. No grand standing, no motivation for recognition, just straight forward HELP came from the Garcias. This, in my view, is what Scientology is all about.
Finally, some words from my dear friend Renere (Ray-Ray) Lopez.
AN ACT OF MERCY
by Renere Lopez
Joy and Michael,
Thanks for taking the time to write about Marty’s experience here in OC. It’s my family that’s going through these tough times and I can’t express how much Marty’s efforts have eased the pain with my mother of 73, my sister’s 11-year old daughter and my 20 year old nephew. He has come out here to spend time with all of us, but mainly to assist my sister Gina who just had her 50th birthday and is slowly going through the degradation process from Kidney Cancer throughout her body. We were originally supposed to fly out to Texas together, but her cancer had spread faster than we had anticipated, so out of Marty’s kind heart, he came to her and my family.
Gina's 50th Birthday
About 8 years ago I was fortunate enough to give her some Book 1 Auditing and she had an amazing experience and of course huge cognitions. Unfortunately she didn’t experience the “Implant” that so many of us are aware of, which I’m sure would help her figure out how to handle this process. What Marty has done is granting her so much beingness and has spent many hours with her to ease her anxiety through this process. You mentioned that he’s out here for a “Mission of Mercy,” no one has any idea how much this means to my family and me.
As I mentioned above my mom is 73 and has never received any type of auditing experience. Just after a few sessions she told me she was able to sleep through the night after many of days. Also, I witnessed her actually confronting my sister in a way that I couldn’t have even imagined. This is a 73 year old woman who should be stuck in her own religious and philosophical beliefs, but she went in with a full open mind and confronted many things–WOW! To tell you the truth, I always thought it would be my sister Gina and I going out to Corpus Christi and auditing side-by-side and not my mother. I always felt it was going to be the way it is with my mom, but after her experience auditing with Marty, Monique will now have a new PC here shortly.
You mentioned the experience you had while at OC Airport and I too had a similar experience with him, but it was far more severe while he was leaving my house. The best way I can explain what I experienced was the television show called “The Streets of San Francisco” back in the 70’s. These guys came out of nowhere and completely stopped traffic during rush hour on Santa Ana Blvd right next to the Amtrak train Station. I had my 11-year-old niece in the car with me and several times they tried to ram us. They even drove up the curb trying to catch up to Marty’s car. There must have been 5-vehicles driving completely erratic with no regard for pedestrians or the other vehicles. Also, Leblow was in full force of Road Rage and I could see how determined he was to make what ever means possible to hurt Marty and anyone who stood in his way. One thing he didn’t expect was I was raised here in Santa Ana and I’m as street smart as they get. Yes, we out smarted him in every attempt he could comprise with no avail. I even stopped him from entering the 5-freeway going northbound by stopping him at the onramp- traffic signal by putting myself in front of his SUV. He even taunted me several times and finally pushed me with the front of his vehicle. I went down on the pavement to ensure he wasn’t going anywhere, since he could face hit-and-run charges, and I’m sure everyone who witnessed the incident was shocked to see what had just happened.
Finally the Fire Department showed up on the scene as well as the Santa Ana PD and the Highway Patrol while all the while Marty only had to contend with one of his goons, which he too was lost in the traffic.
Leblow finally met his match and it’s a shame that all the money DM has spend on him he couldn’t even out smart a non-professional PI. Can you believe someone finally stood up to them? I think this is like the book, “The Tipping Point” for DM and his goon squad.
So Marty, many thanks to you for continuing to put yourself out there for all of us.
The old saying goes that one can’t really begin to understand what difficulties a man or woman is going through until one walks in his or her shoes. That “stroll” took place for Joy and me on Tuesday, August 23, 2011, in Orange County California.
On the previous day, I received a call from Marty Rathbun, asking me if I was still wearing my “racing driver” hat. I told him no, I was pretty calmed down from my extreme driving habits, thanks to him. It was an intriguing question and I told him I wasn’t wearing that hat anymore, “Why?” His answer was even more intriguing.
Marty told me he was coming to Southern California on a mission of mercy and needed to escape from the constant harassment by Miscavige’s goons and their vehicles in order to accomplish that mission in peace. If there were a welcoming party, we would have to lose David Lubow and his hired thugs in the rush hour traffic. Were I and my car up to the task? I told him my car was, and asked if I could bring Joy along and then we’d both be up to the task. He said he would welcome her.
Joy decided to drive her muscle car and we arrived at John Wayne Airport about half an hour before Marty’s arrival. There were a few people scattered around the baggage claim area, but no blue-shirted morons. We both had cameras and I had a fuzzy bear hat with pom pom ties to do a little “Squirrel Buster” ditty if they or any church zombies showed up. Joy spotted two men hanging around, she thought might be “them”. But they turned out to be benign — ordinary passengers.
Then a burley, powerful looking man in his sixties walked by, pot-bellied and wearing a short grey beard, He had on a baseball cap and a wire curled out of his ear. He was very solid, granite-like, and his body language and expression definitely said “retired law enforcement”. Pointing to him, I whispered to Joy, “There’s one!.” He moved away to another part of the terminal and began chatting with a slim woman in her mid twenties, who was wearing a striped polo shit, had a back pack on her shoulders and carried a bowling bag. Joy then said, “He’s talking into the lapel of his shirt!”. We had found our PI’s.
Marty arrived scanning the terminal as he moved down an escalator, but the beard and the bowling bag had disappeared. We wanted to rush Marty to our car and get away, but he stopped when we hit the street. After hearing our description of the burley guy he knew “they” were around and wanted to see what developed.
Sure enough a few minutes later, the bearded one and the young woman arrived. Marty recognized him as Bill aka “Bubba” a retired cop (served as “enforcer” to Jim Lynch last LA trip), and they began to talk. Joy began to film and after I donned my fuzzy bear pom pom hat, I also began to film them. The gist of the exchange was that Marty wanted to know if he was going to merely be followed, or followed and ambushed by vans full of lunatics at every stop like last trip to LA. Bubba said he didn’t know. Marty asked that we work out a deal so that the “church” P.I.’s don’t go terrorizing and endangering innocent bystanders. He told the PI that if they just want to know where he is going he can tell the guy in exchange for not having to put lives at risk on SoCal freeways and streets. The PI said he would check with his boss, whom Marty got the PI to identify as Lubow, and proceeded to chat into his lapel. Then the PI indicated he was having communications problems with Lubow. The PI and his assistant. whoever she was, went one way and the three of us headed to the parking structure to get our car. When we got to the vehicle, Marty saw Bubba’s running shoes, visible behind an SUV not five cars away from where we were parked. As Marty walked up to the vehicle, the ex-cop was reporting into his I-Spy gear. Marty asked him if Lubow agreed to make a deal so as to protect the general public. Bubba indicated Lubow declined. Marty then said, “I’d like to talk to Lubow.” Bubba asked Lubow then relayed that Lubow wasn’t willing to talk. Marty indicated to Bubba that Lubow is a coward, and obviously afraid of Marty. Bubba tried to suppress a chuckle, but didn’t do so well at it.
Marty slid into the driver’s seat of Joy’s car and we started out of the parking structure onto the roadway to exit the airport. Looking into the rearview mirror, he told us that there were four PI vehicles already behind us.
Since Marty had grown up in the area, he knew the lay of the land, and began a series of evasive driving maneuvers to lose what were now six cars following us. For the next hour or so, Marty, driving according to the rules of the road tried to evade the six vehicles. Unable to lose them because Lubow and his cronies would run red lights, make u-turns in the middle of heavy traffic on major boulevards, abruptly switch lanes, which endangered the drivers around them, we finally pulled into a gas station, immediately followed by Lubow in his SUV.
Marty got out of car and video camera in hand, walked up to Lubow, and asked him why he and his cronies were following us. Lebow refused to answer, and when Marty persisted with his question, Lubow made like a cornered rat and moved his vehicle backward hitting Marty in the arm and chest with the left side view mirror. Marty shouted at Lubow to stop as he had hit him. Lubow then put the car into “forward” and moved the car door into Marty’s chest. Marty had had enough and called the Santa Ana police, reporting what had just happened. Joy and I both witnessed Marty being hit and, and now this was far from fun and games. It was deadly serious shit.
Several minutes after the phone call to the cops, another vehicle pulled into the gas station. It was Bubba. Marty explained that the ex-cop probably had “friends” in the Santa Ana force (since Marty had earlier gotten Bubba to admit he was a former Orange County Sheriff deputy) and a series of lies spewed by Lubow and Bubba was probably about to take place, starting with Bubba being a witness – when Bubba showed up to the scene several minutes after the incident in question.
A few minutes later an officer roared up on his chopper, and when he dismounted, Marty began to explain what had happened. As this was going on a female officer pulled her patrol car into the gas station, followed immediately by another female officer in her patrol car. Marty continued to explain to the three officers the series of events from the encounter at the terminal to Lubow hitting him and also what had been going on in Texas and elsewhere. He pulled up the Caller Times article on a phone, and read the three officers Lubow’s quote of how he is going to make Marty’s life a hell and run him out of every town he puts down stakes. He predicted Bubba would lie and say he witnessed the incident when in fact he was nowhere in the vicinity it occurred.
Then the motorcycle cop went over to Lubow and got his “story”. Marty, Joy and I attempted to put the pieces together for the two female officers. Several minutes later the male officer returned to our group informing us that Lubow’s story was quite different from Marty’s, and that Bubba corroborated Lubow’s assertion that he did not intentionally hit Mary with his vehicle. So much for the law and even less for the truth. The three officers insisted they could do nothing unless Marty had filed a restraining order on Lubow and the others. The futility of explaining why that wouldn’t work for a one week stay (including that he only knew one legal name – Lubow – and he knew the church would just replace him and it would immediately be business as usual, that he did not have a spare morning to fool around in court, etc) sailed completely over the officers heads, leaving Marty Joy and myself frustrated.
The officers “suggested” that we all disperse. Once on the road, we were again followed by the vehicles all the way to Laguna Beach, where Marty had a dinner appointment with an old high school classmate who he hadn’t seen in over 35 years. Marty’s purpose for coming to California, his mission of mercy, was to take place the next day.
Marty, his friend, the friend’s fiancee, Joy and I enjoyed a welcome respite in the Mexican restaurant overlooking the Pacific; and we we were treated to a narrative by Marty’s friend that had the mouths of Joy and myself hanging open for almost two hours. But all the while, knowing that Lubow and the others were outside waiting, gave dinner an eerie pall.
After dinner Marty developed an escape strategy. In the restaurant parking lot we placed both our cars closely parallel to each other. Hidden from most of the lot, we quickly dumpred Marty’s bags into his friend’s car and made like he was getting into ours, but he slipped into the other one. They drove off and we followed. They were supposed to lead us to the 405 Freeway but they made a series of quick turns and we immediately lost them. I was driving our car, and I guess it being dark, I probably appeared to them to be Marty, because four of them were right behind us. We were also lost in the hills of Laguna Beach. We pulled over and and got our bearings to the 5 Freeway. All the while the four PI vehicles were behind us.
Marty called to say that he had lost them — no one following. But the four were trailing us to Los Angeles.
We arrived in Studio City near our home at about 10:45 pm. We had to pick up our daughter Sky at her dance studio at 11:30, so we drove to our favorite yogurt shop. Sure enough. Lubow and the others pulled up and sat there surveilling us. It was evident that all were busily chatting with each other and we surmised with the POB. We can only guess at how colorful that communication cycle must have been. After finishing her yogurt, Joy walked up to Lubow’s car and gestured to him. He would not roll down his window or look at her. Then she asked in mock amazement, “Where’s Marty? He’s not with us.” Lubow continued to look away.
This episode of was nearly over, and still having some time before we had to pick up Sky, we drove to the North Hollywood police station. There we found a sympathetic officer to whom we told out story. She was appalled at what had gone down and gave us detailed information of how to file a restraining order on Lubow. In fact when we first mentioned his name to her, she seemed to know it, and when we got into the details of the day, she nodded, that yes, she had heard of him.
After finishing with the police, we picked up Sky and went home without further incident.
Marty’s reason for being in California, on his own dime, was to help family members, non-Scientologists, get through the imminent death of a loved one. He was there to console and ease the pain of their impending loss. This is essentially what Miscavige and his Gestapo-like crew were attempting to disrupt.
Thousand of dollars of parishioner’s money was spent that day and all week long — to do what? To stop Marty from helping a bereaved family? That would never happen. Just as hundreds of thousands of dollars being spent in Texas will never stop him from helping those who seek him out. And the millions Miscavige will spend will never stop all of us from exposing the cancer that is now the Church of Scientology.
Isn’t it absolutely clear what positions on the tone scale, each of these men occupy and and in which direction each is moving?
To all of you who post on this blog: to all of you who read it and remain hidden: to all of you who still believe Miscavige holds the key to your eternity: to all of you who still believe in the efficacy of Scientology but are having doubts about Miscavige: and to those of you who continue to take shots at Marty and believe he deserves what he is getting because of his past, PLEASE TAKE HEED.
Some, like Mike Rinder walk the path of incessant confrontation in their own shoes. But I do not believe that anyone, not one of you, has experienced what Marty experiences on a daily basis. Joy and I walked in his shoes for just six hours of one day. And that left us feeling angry, bitter, and frustrated at the injustice, cruelty, and absolute insanity of what Miscavige is perpetrating in the name of religion. No one in a free society should have to endure what Marty and Mosey have endured over these past months. It has to stop. Not only for them but potentially for all of us.
Those who have been manipulated, intimidated, or bought into silence will not stop it . It is apparent at this time that neither the media nor the government has a firm will to stop it. Only we can. ALL those who have voices must be heard. It has gone beyond amusing videos and making “Squirrel Buster” jokes, Joy and I learned this week first hand that this is very serious and dangerous business. Probably more serious and dangerous than we know. We, all of US, are an intelligent, determined force and we must use our collective power to end this. Many are already engaged, Every single one of us must be.
My name is Ivan Garcia, I just turned 19 and this is my declaration of Independence.
I like fast cars, sports, good food and good friends. And girls too.
I started taking courses at an early age, led by the active example of my parents, Luis and Rocio. I had many wins on these, and having observed my parents’ behavior in life, I decided I wanted to follow their footsteps and eventually go OT. For this purpose I did the Purif and later attended the “Future OTs Convention” at the Freewinds. My experience at the Freewinds left me disgusted and not wanting any more services. And I didn’t do any for 5 years. I decided that it was too high a price to pay in terms of bullshit to go up the Bridge.
Ivan, age 10, at Flag graduation with Debbie Cook
I recently met Marty and I felt I had a new chance to go up the Bridge, so I visited with him and Mosey and received some great auditing. Among what the things we accomplished, I completed my Grade 0. I now feel I can talk to anyone about any subject.
I have become very interested in what is happening with the COS and the Independents. You can imagine I get to participate in a lot of meetings and conversations with my parents. I agree completely that by “standing up and being counted” brings any possible reform closer to reality, and thus the end of the suppression and suffering of many. This is something each of us can do… minimally.
I know many people are “under the radar.” If any of you are afraid to come out because of possible harassment, I would tell you that you should not be concerned. A good communication cycle is all that it takes.
So here I am. Count me in. And thank you Marty and Mosey! I am on my way to go OT now, just as I wanted.
Ivan kicking it at the 2011 Independents' party
Now, regarding this video below, the Three Stooges, Jim Lynch (Freedoom shill) (alleged former OC d/Sheriff thug) Jason (fresh from IOB) came by my house today. My parents were not home. I went out for a bite to eat and they followed me into a shopping center. As they were looking for me in the parking lot, they hit another car that was backing out. As they were exchanging information with the driver of the other car, I pulled up to check how they were doing.
Blogger note: Don’t be alarmed – Miscavige’s thugs have not fanned out among Indepedents indiscriminately. I arrived at Orange County airport the night before last greeted by Lubow, Lynch, and five other cars of Miscavige Private Eyes. They’ve lost me twice and are leaning on anyone who might know my whereabouts. My crimes? I’ve given sessions to four people in SoCal so far. As far as Miscavige is concerned it is a full blown crime spree. Stay tuned for how Scientologists’ fees are being expended, damn the expense, to stop Public Enemy number one from attempting to assist others move on up a little higher. You wanna stop the shinin’? Thanks to the incredible Independents movement Underground Railroad, you can’t stop the shinin’.
Moving On Up a Little Higher 