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Chapter Eight

The Gates of Hell 

           Hell has three gates: lust, anger and greed. 

                                – The Baghavad Gita

 Some still caught in the throes of denial may be saying to themselves, “But still, to compare Miscavige to Pope Leo X? After all, Miscavige isn’t having naked little boys jump out of his birthday cake!”

If you harbored such a thought, you would be correct on one score. We have no reports of naked little boys jumping out of birthday cakes for David Miscavige. But, fact being sometimes far stranger than fiction, we have reports of far more degraded, cruel and outlandish depredations, regularly practiced by Miscavige on Scientology parishioners’ dimes and dollars.

Around 2002, already a narcissistic personality, David Miscavige went beyond the point of no return. After I had spent more than two years recovering Tom Cruise to the Scientology Bridge, auditing him for dozens of hours, indoctrinating his children to choose him over their mother (his former wife), auditing and guiding him through the entirety of OT V, OT VI, and onto OT VII (three of the highest levels of Scientology spiritual advancement), Miscavige became impatient. He wanted Tom’s affections and would stop at nothing to receive them.

Miscavige forbade me from letting Tom get on with his life as a free Scientologist.   Until such time as Tom “connected back up” with David Miscavige as a personal, cloying friend, I would be assigned to Tom Cruise full time. I was prohibited from telling Tom to call Dave; Tom had to come to the realization on his own that Dave deserved his gratitude and close friendship. Many of my after-session encounters with Tom ended up with this type of colloquy, with me attempting to steer him toward Miscavige:

Tom would say, “God Marty, thanks, you saved my life.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank Dave. He was the one that put me onto this full time. For me, auditing is fun. He is the one that has to handle all the rough parts of my post while I’m here with you.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to call him one day.”

After many such conversations, Cruise finally asked me for Dave’s number. He called Miscavige and was invited to the 500-acre Scientology headquarters near Hemet, California. The entire several-hundred-person headquarters crew was called into action to prepare. Every square inch of the property, inside and out, was cleaned, spic and span, to military white-glove standards. Exotic foods were flown in from around the country to satisfy the five-star, around-the-clock service Tom would receive, all compliments of Dave.

Cruise became a regular visitor, put up in the special multi-million-dollar L. Ron Hubbard guest house.  Miscavige lavished Cruise with praise, gifts and slave-labor services of every imaginable kind, all clearly compliments of Dave. Miscavige began regularly visiting the Cruise home in Beverly Hills. While there, noticing upgrades that could be made, Miscavige dispatched slave-wage Sea Org craftsmen to execute modifications to Tom’s home, all designed to bedazzle him. Tom’s personal bus was upgraded, as was his personal SUV.

Miscavige plied Cruise with bizarre, but apparently believable (at least to Cruise), world-views, allegedly supported by his hidden, insider, unwritten knowledge of L. Ron Hubbard. Miscavige convinced Cruise that he and Tom were two of only a handful of truly “big beings” on the planet.  He instructed Cruise that LRH was relying upon them to unite with the few others of their ilk on earth to make it on to “Target Two” – some unspecified galactic locale where they would meet up with Hubbard in the afterlife. Miscavige cleverly tailored the myths to parallel Tom’s ego, which already had him half believing he really was the superhero he portrayed in the movies and in his public life. Miscavige informed Cruise that Hubbard considered most of the inhabitants of Earth to be “degraded beings.” He created an inside-secrets-of-the-universe world for Tom, which was sort of an Ayn-Rand-on-steroids, social-Darwinism construct of the few lonely, strong beings, held down by the pathetic weaklings who were crippled by such degraded notions as compassion and sympathy.  Degraded beings gravitated toward, clung to, and parasitized the minority big beings. Most big beings, because they were unaware of Hubbard’s technology, ultimately were dragged down to the level of the riff-raff degraded beings. But Tom and Dave, being intelligent and perceptive enough to recognize Scientology as the only road to total freedom, were in a league of their own. High above the rest of the lonely minority of big beings on the planet. Tom took to Miscavige’s mythology like a hungry dog to a bone.  He became increasingly zealous, and more and more loyal to David Miscavige.

Miscavige was transformed. He had achieved the cherry on the cake of the man who had everything. He now had the undying loyalty of the world’s biggest movie star. He relished living the high life, traveling only in Cruise’s private jet, attending world premieres as the guru to America’s biggest star. Miscavige’s mythology was so effective in controlling Cruise, and Tom’s return of validation back to Dave for being his big-being mentor were so gratifying that Miscavige began believing his own creation.

As much as Miscavige’s head swelled in the Tom Cruise inner circle, he became more and more detached and individuated from the Sea Org members of international management who had built the empire he was profiting from. They slaved on in squalid communal quarters, working long hours with no time off and next to no pay. That was not good enough for Miscavige, though. Apparently, he needed to prove his own degraded-being mythology to himself. Miscavige needed to prove to himself that the world view he had painted to lure in Tom Cruise was truth. He set out to prove just how pervasive the degraded-being phenomena was. And he set out to make those surrounding him as degraded and dangerous to a big being as were those he’d described while explaining “the facts of life” to Tom…