That which I have wanted since starting in Scn in 1976, I have just attained. Last Friday evening, my auditor and I acknowledged the state. Nothing could have been easier, cleaner or more the way that LRH intended as it was right then.
Though I could certainly rail against terminals and circumstance that kept me from this state for so long, I choose instead to be thankful.
To LRH whose brilliance and responsibility startles me as much today as it did the day I read my first book.
To my auditor, the amazingly cool Haydn James, whose expertise and dedication to task got us through. No Q&A, no bullshit, just standard application. I know it was standard because it was just that easy.
To the firm of Rathbun, Rinder and Hall (I couldn’t help myself) whose willingness to spread the word and take the heat for our movement remains unbending.
To everyone in the movement, every Indie everywhere who has the nerve to stand up and say “NO” to the little man.
And last though certainly not least, my wife Yolanda, who kept me going no matter what.
A little something Id like to share with you guys. It is a favorite show of mine and reflects what I’m feeling right this minute. Look and listen and try to ignore the credits 🙂
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’.
The good folks at L’Indipendologo have created two educational summations on some testimonies that remind us why Independence is necessary. I think they are worth watching as the rudiments sometimes bear repetition.
This is a public safety announcement primarily directed at the person micro-managing the South Texas Siege (now it its 120th day), the self annointed Chairman of the Board of Religious Technology Center, self proclaimed “ecclesiastical leader of Scientology” David Miscavige.
Your hired thug Ralph S Gomez almost ran over my dog Chiquita for the second time today.
You are hereby put on notice (since we know from reliable sources you read this blog multiple times per day, this is the most effective form of notice possible) that by the law of averages, your continued abberant behavior in our humble town of 651 good souls is putting lives at risk.
While you reportedly watch the rushes (daily footage) which is uploaded to Los Angeles until the early morning hours each night, apparently you are either not noticing or are actively encourageing the reckless and dangerous behavior of your agents as evidenced in the following clip:
Please note that Ralph S Gomez is so busy sticking his iphone camera in visitors’s faces, in order to satisfy your aim to intimidate, he nearly killed my dog Chiquita. Even when called out on it by Monique, he continues pointing the camera back as he weaves his golf cart onto the wrong side of the street. Monique, me and other IOB residents have witnessed Gomez and his side kick Joanne Wheaton on many occasions making reckless moves on IOB streets in efforts to ambush and film while driving an otherwise harmless golf cart.
Miscavige, the corner that sits one house away from your operations headquarters is often frequented by elementary school aged children who live nearby and play there. Your heretic buster squads’ practice of rushing out of the house you leased them on Bayshore Circle, piling into the golf cart like firemen off to a fire, and frantically rounding onto Bayshore Drive so as to get in front of Monique and/or I every time we go to the store, or take a walk along the beach is a hazard to the safety of the lives of children and oncoming drivers. Many times we’ve witnessed Gomez or Wheaton fixing their cameras on us or our friends and neighbors while nearly driving their golf cart into oncoming traffic, parked cars, dogs, and people.
You are now on notice. Should someone get hurt, law enforcement and the courts will know that your injury inflicting was done with malice aforethought.
Heresy (from Greekαίρεση, which originally meant “choice”) is a controversial or novel change to a system of beliefs, especially a religion, that conflicts with established dogma.[1] It is distinct from apostasy, which is the formal denunciation of one’s religion, principles or cause,[2] and blasphemy, which is irreverence toward religion.[3] The founder or leader of a heretical movement is called a heresiarch, while individuals who espouse heresy or commit heresy, are known as heretics. Heresiology is the study of heresy.
The word heresy is usually used within a Christian, Jewish, or Islamic context, and implies something slightly different in each. In certain historical Christian and Jewish cultures, heresy was punishable by law. In modern times, the word heresy is often used in jest and without religious context.
-Wikipedia
All the noise about “squirrels” and “squirrel busting” is a nifty distraction to mask corporate Scientology head David Miscavige’s operations in Texas of late.
What Miscavige is dramatizing is the centuries-old control device of burning heretics in an attempt to protect a dirty monopoly. And as with everything Miscavige his dramatization is done with a criminal-mind twist. The heresy he attacks is the original doctrine of the Founder of Scientology, L Ron Hubbard.
The following completely spontaneous video illustrates that what I state here is the truth:
Now, do you think that for one moment David Miscavige’s reaction to Erin Haskell’s heartfelt words will be anything other than “Squirrel! Can you believe that? Mixing Scientology with Christianity, the Tao. Squash the b____ along with Marty, goddamn it!”?
Here’s the twist and the heart of the matter. L Ron Hubbard would beg to differ with Miscavige’s view, and might even have defended Ms. Haskell:
Scientology is the science of knowing how to know answers. It is wisdom in the tradition of ten thousand years of search in Asia and Western civilization. It is the Science of Human Affairs which treats the livingness and beingess of Man and demonstrates to him a pathway to greater freedom
Subjects which were consulted in the organization and development of Scientology include the Veda; the Tao, by Lao-tzu; the Dharma and the Discourses of Gutama Buddha; the general knowingness about life extant in the lamasaries of the Western Hills of China; the technologies and beliefs of various barbaric cultures; the various materials of Christianity, including St Luke; the mathematical and technical methodologies of the early Greeks, Romans and Arabians; the physical sciences, including what is no known as nuclear physics; the various speculations of Western philosophers such as Kant, Nietzsche, Schopenhauer, Herbert Spencer and Dewey; and the various technologies extant in the civilizations of both the Orient and Occident in the first half to the twentieth century.
– L Ron Hubbard, A Summary of Scientology from The Creation of Human Ability
After public humiliation at Ingleside on the Bay, the star of a recent post – Miscavige’s prize “OT H8” Ed Bryan – was shuffled off with a group of 8 other Miscavige operatives to Miami. Reference: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLOj_f_0P9g
Their mission: attempt to disrupt a trade convention attended by Mike Rinder in an effort to destroy his livelihood.
The result?
Lynch’s hired camera crew abandoned him after they were told about Bert Leahy. Lynch lost his composure and busted his way into a nearby hotel meeting room rented for the ocassion. Apparently, he didnt notice the hotel had security cameras. Lynch was thrown out, hotel security called the police and they cited him for assault (though he had fled the premises by the time they got there). Will update should the fugitive raise his obnoxious head again.
But there is no doubt what happened next in Miami. Ed Bryan was arrested for TRESSPASSING and failure to pay entry fee at the convention center:
Dave Miscavige is mocking up one nasty GPM (a Goal, in this case an evil one, colliding with a counter flow Problem, in this case one of Miscavige’s own creation, with a resultant ugly, nightmarish Mass).
According to the many insightful comments in response to this week’s posts it is clear not much was lost on you all. Thanks for the dot connecting and succinct sum ups and observations of the situation.
Allow me to engage in a little more dot connecting of my own.
The main purpose behind the manner in which the material rolled out – from the first Caller Times article on 3 July, to the follow up on 7 August, to the four segments of interview with Bert Leahy – was to provide the definitive Miscavige mafia repellent. Take the links to the 3 July article, the 7 August article, and the four days of Mr. Leahy and you have a fully self-contained answer and antidote to any invasion of Miscavige’s mafia in your area. Whether it is Lubow or any Radical Scientology private investigator, one or more OSA operatives or even a Radical Scientology lawyer – the combined links, in sequence, are the answer to them all.
David Miscavige does not investigate.
David Lubow does not investigate.
Scientology lawyers do not investigate.
OSA does not investigate.
David Miscvige only harasses in a vain effort to dominate and destroy and to wipe out the exercise of the First Amendment rights of Freedom of Speech, the Press, and of Religion.
David Lubow only harasses to chill the exercise of First Amendment rights of freedom of speech, the press, and religion.
Scientology laywers only harass – and get paid commensurate with their satisfaction of David Miscavige’s perverse intentions to dominate and destroy.
Office of Special Affairs only does a lower, more covert and illegal form of all the above at the insistance and direct orders of David Miscavige.
David Miscavige, David Lubow, Scientology PIs, Scientology lawyers, and Office of Special Affairs staff are not capable of telling the truth. They are only capable of lying. They have lied so often and brazenly for so long, nobody in his or her right mind believes a single bit of filth that issues from their sinister mouths.
From here on out the links I noted above – with nothing else but that – is my answer to anyone swayed by these cretins in the slightest. I highly recommend you use them for the same purpose.
To lie to a major newspaper so persistently and consistently, and then continue to lie after getting busted and caught out is a brand new straight-up-and-vertical level attained by David Miscavige. It is the achievement of TOTAL lack of credibility.
Not only is the church’s credibility dead, but now the credibility of its overpriced “professional” whores too is dead.
Finally, if anyone thinks the South Texas Siege (now in day 118) is merely some personal vendetta against me, think again.
This blog is coming at you from Ground Zero.
GROUND ZERO:…2) the center or origin of rapid, intense, or violent activity or change; broadly : center. – Merriam Webster Collegiate Dictionary
This is Ground Zero in the struggle to determine how Scientology will be practiced and how it will be perceived by the world at large in future generations.
The siege is only about preventing that change.
David Miscavige’s answer to the challenge is two-fold:
a) Destroy the communication vehicle that is advocating such change and accurately informing the world about the state of Scientology, by destroying rights guaranteed by the US Bill of Rights and the UN Declaration of Human Rights and the Creed of the Church of Scientology.
b) Destroy the sane and effective practice of Scientology, by destroying rights guaranteed by the US Bill of Rights and the UN Declaration of Human Rights and the Creed of the Church of Scientology.
If you doubt my words, then let us hear it from Miscavige’s own agent’s (OT VII/OT Ambassador) mouth: (note, don’t get distracted with my words – listen carefully to Mosey’s which I talk trash over during a crucial segment):
Moving On Up a Little Higher 