Moving On Up a Little Higher

Now that I’ve said it publicly, and judging by DM’s agent Doven’s reaction, I reckon my statement will be taken out of context and spread far and wide in order to “dead agent” me.  I want you to know that I decided the church of Scientology was dead more than a year ago.  I began to write a book in 2008 entitled “The church of Scientology is Dead”.  When I spoke publicly – only in an effort to stop torture that I learned was ongoing at Int – in Feb 2009, the reaction required that there was no time left in any day to make significant progress on completing the book.  The introduction to that version of my narrative may be getting stale.  It represented a phase of my life where a lot of anger was blowing off.  I listened to a lot of rap and hip hop to enhance the experience, intensify it, and expedite it. More has happened in the ressurrection of Scientology (the philosophy and subject) than I envisaged over the past year. I have flattened the 1.5 to 2.0 band personally as have several other close friends of mine.  Not artificially, I lived it.  Now, I’m living and approaching the problem in the Theta the solver zone of the tone scale.  But, I know many still need to get through their anger.  And they should. And there will be many more whom you educate who will need to do the same. Maybe I can help expedite the process.  It is at 20.0 and above that we are going to solve this puppy. At 1.5 to 2.0 we will only become what we resist. But, the way to get up there is not to suppress our real and appropriate emotions – it is to have them, confront them, live them.  That is the way we will keep movin’ on up a little higher. Since I am not going to finish my narrative in the immediate future, and since I framed the issue with my published conversation on the death of the church, I am going ahead and publishing here my year-old book introduction. Feel free to discuss it. Also feel free to hand it to the next bot who with righteous indignation says to you “that SP Marty Rathbun said ‘Scientology is dead!'”.

The church of Scientology is dead

Introduction

The title of this book was inspired by the rapper Nas. A couple years back he produced an album entitled Hip Hop is Dead. A theme album, it communicated a profound frustration that the music genres of Rap and Hip Hop had been hijacked and converted from a socially conscious sort of street poetry into a vehicle to encourage degraded values. Rap, from which Hip Hop sprung, rose from ghetto streets in the late seventies as a rhythmic form of free expression during an era when the music culture was becoming increasingly more hedonistic and commercial.

Over a quarter century Hip Hop had been commercialized and degraded to the point where it was widely stigmatized as a vessel to glorify violence, misogyny, greed, cheap swagger and drugs. What once had promoted proud artistic expression and liberty now pimped sex, guns, bling and what the lust for such ultimately creates, slavery.

Intellectual debates about the whys and wherefores for the degradation were seldom given much currency and the downward spiral continued. Nas took another tack. He used the genre itself to pronounce once and for all that Hip Hop was dead.

Nas’s move was not met with hosannas from the industry. But, it certainly had an effect on music. His next album, Untitled, marked a resurrection of sorts for Hip Hop. It was a clarion call for people to wake up, think outside the box, and take responsibility for an American culture on the decline as a whole. It was as if the genre was so infected that it needed to be officially pronounced dead before it could regain any credible traction. Untitled was historically deep, intellectually challenging and musically advanced.

Predictably, it was passed up for honors by establishment institutions. Untitled nonetheless laid a cultural foundation for a new era for consciousness raising music.

Just as Hip Hop was misappropriated, stripped of its integrity and used to promote the precise opposite of what it originally delivered, so has gone the church of Scientology. It has been so thoroughly reversed from its original purpose that to engage in debate over individual issues of reform seems fruitless. In the seventies Scientology was publicly identified with the cultural shift toward more open communication and freedom of information. A quarter century later it has become publicly known as perhaps the greatest non-governmental enemy of open communication and freedom of information. Like Hip Hop, in a twenty five year span, it had become what it had originally resisted.

A resuscitation of Scientology appears impossible because of two major factors. First, the Church of Scientology has become such a ruthless and protective monopoly it takes extraordinary measures to suppress any criticism of itself, regardless of how warranted. Second, the Church’s inability to acknowledge a single one of its obvious shortcomings has stripped it of any ability to reform.

Many have attempted to initiate that discussion. All have failed, most of them resorting to broadside attacks, condemning everything about the subject, and themselves winding up as bitter, defeated people. That in no small part is due to the church of Scientology’s policy of seeking to destroy the source of criticism, no matter how valid or potentially cathartic it might be.

The cumulative effect of the church of Scientology’s twin evils practiced for so long have rotted the subject to the core in the general public’s mind. Having practiced Scientology for thirty two years (serving at the highest levels of its hierarchy for twenty-seven years, and studying it intensively from without for another four years), I have come to the same conclusion about the subject that Nas came to about Hip Hop. The church of Scientology must be pronounced dead in order for any sort of resurrection of Scientology to occur.

Scientology as a spiritual philosophy and methodology has a tremendous amount to offer. However, it’s late Founder L. Ron Hubbard once mused that the only way the subject could be lost was if practitioners allowed it to be monopolized, particularly by forces intent on enslaving the populace. Those words turned into prophecy in the fifty years that followed.

Not only did that monopoly materialize, it was perfected and controlled by a sociopath. David Miscavige is the undisputed leader of the Church of Scientology. Miscavige managed to convince Scientologists and the general public that he was anointed by Hubbard to carry on the latter’s legacy. In the name of Hubbard he has turned the basic principals, codes, and the very ethic of Scientology on their heads. He has also executed a campaign to slowly but surely write Hubbard out of Scientology and replace the Founder with himself.

In fact, Miscavige was never chosen by Hubbard. Through a series of coups Miscavige wrestled control of the Church to himself. In the course of securing that power and his own personal wealth and fame he did more to destroy Hubbard’s memory and harm Scientology from within than any enemy could ever have hoped to achieve from without. Now, his Church’s brand of Scientology bears little resemblance to Hubbard’s Scientology and in many ways stands for precisely the opposite of what it originally stood for.

Ironically, what was turned into a cult for the elite could have been saved by a man whose work served as an inspiration for Rap and Hip Hop. His soulful, talking blues treatments of popular songs about the honorable virtues of unconditional love and forgiveness resulted in his being bestowed with the fitting sobriquet Black Moses.

Around the turn of the Millennium the late Rhythm and Blues legend Isaac Hayes asked to meet Miscavige to discuss what he considered something of grave importance. Miscavige, as he did on numerous occasions when he didn’t want to mix with someone he considered beneath him yet needed to maintain public relations, sent me as his emissary.

Isaac and I met at a coffee shop for several hours. We immediately connected on the discovery that both of us had got into Scientology not so much for our own personal enhancement but more so in order to help others. On his own initiative Isaac had opened a number of small, store front learning centers in several American ghettos where Scientology methods of teaching people literacy and the art of learning were taught – for free. In his soothing baritone Isaac told me how he had grown up outside Memphis Tennessee in a scrap metal shack. He recounted his devotion to the Civil Rights movement, and how he had hoped that by his dedication to it he could help to prevent entire generations of his people from being dealt similar hands to what he’d been stuck with from birth. Isaac got choked up telling me how he felt on that fateful day in the summer of 1968 when he was scheduled to have a private meeting with the Reverend Dr Martin Luther King in his hometown. King never showed up, having been gunned down that morning by the personification of greed and hatred.

Isaac’s face lit up while he summarized the gains in ability and spiritual understanding he’d attained from Scientology. Then he suddenly went quiet, paused for a moment, looked directly at me with his sorrowful eyes, “Marty, it kills me that I can’t share it with my people. Of all those who deserve and need this technology it is Black folk. Scientology is priced so that only the wealthy can afford it. I understand the focus of ‘making the able more able’.

But, man who says you need lots of bread to be able? It is one thing to do the learning center thing, but what about the rest of Scientology? The courses, the counseling, going free spiritually?” Isaac espoused the view that Scientology could be the great equalizer – that which lifts up those classes born into poverty, underfunded school districts, and unwritten but tacitly enforced discrimination policies. To continue on its current course it would only serve to reinforce cultural inequities.

After a few hours of discussing the history of class and race warfare in America, I told Isaac I not only understood him, but I couldn’t be more in agreement. I told him there was hope because I was aware of Hubbard writings that directed Scientology be made affordable to the average working “Joe.”

Isaac then leaned forward and told me in a conspiratorial tone that if there were resistance at the top to making Scientology affordable in the ghettos because of financial considerations, “have them consider this. From where do trends come in this country and the world? Music, fashion, slang, all that is hip and cool comes from the Black ghetto. Man, you should let them know that they are shooting themselves in the foot by ignoring the ghetto. Just from a pure marketing perspective, if that’s how folks look at things, help Black America and you help yourself. In the long run it will pay big dividends when Scientology becomes cool.”

I assured him that I would report his exact concerns directly to Miscavige. That I did, in detail. Admittedly, I was not able to communicate all of the meeting. That is because, in his inimitable style, Miscavige cut me off whenever I attempted to explain any of the emotion and deep-seated beliefs we had discussed. He focused like a laser beam on what he considered of utmost importance, Isaac’s afterthought on how to influence management: servicing the ghetto could make Scientology hip.

Once I debriefed to Miscavige, I was sent off on yet another string of missions to fulfill my role as Mr. Fix-it for Scientology. That included spending the better part of two years recovering Tom Cruise to Scientology and counseling him through his divorce with Nicole Kidman.

During those two years, Miscavige became increasingly more obsessed with image and power. He pestered me continually with demands to get him personally connected back up with Cruise.

It was at the March 2003 L. Ron Hubbard Annual Birthday Celebration (an event Miscavige uses to directly communicate to several thousand Scientologists live and via video feed from the stage of a theater in Clearwater, Florida) that Scientology was dealt a couple of significant blows.

While fine tuning his master of ceremonies speech, Miscavige asked me what I thought about the war the Neo Cons were ramping up for in Iraq. I told him I believed there was no credible evidence presented that warranted such a move, that it was a patent blood for oil campaign, and that the corporate media cheering section urging Bush on was obviously orchestrated and was a very bad vital sign for America’s spiritual health. Miscavige said he agreed with me. He said he would have to say something about it to the Scientologists since the bombing of Baghdad was imminent. He said that he would not come out against it though, “because, what if it turns out to be a quick one like Desert Storm? I don’t want to be on the wrong side of victory.”

Hours later Miscavige gave his speech, quoting Hubbard about the futility of war, but very carefully avoiding any statement that might be construed as coming out against the Iraq invasion. It dawned on just how skillful he had become at artfully positioning himself to always be “right”, regardless of the consequences to others. His tacit approval of what would result in the death of hundreds of thousands of innocent people was a blow to the integrity of a subject that swore to a dedication to truth and what is ethical. What he said next, however, evidenced that Miscavige was single-handedly stripping the Church of its heart and soul.

Miscavige told the audience that Black America was considered hip, that ghetto Blacks were the trend setters in music, fashion and more. He said that made investment in the ghetto very much worth Scientology’s while. It would make Scientology hip. My stomach ached as I heard him cherry-pick Isaac’s secret pitch to a profit motivated management and have the arrogance to announce it to the “elite”, well-heeled followers he had carefully cultivated.

He had unilaterally decided to take on the situation in the most audacious possible manner. He announced that the Church was working on two new magnificent, “showcase” Churches: one in Harlem and the other in South Central Los Angeles. He showed the audience grandiose design plans for both. I uneasily imagined how Isaac felt about seeing Miscavige take his report, and have the temerity to talk about Black America like a thing that need be conquered for Scientology’s aggrandizement.

Miscavige withheld from the audience that he had spent the past five years personally blocking efforts by Scientology management to implement a Hubbard advised finance system that would make the subject affordable to common folk. He continues to do so to this day.

The handwriting was on the wall. Miscavige would use hundred of millions of dollars of Scientologists’ donations to build impressive cathedrals, churches with their doors figuratively welded shut by prohibitive prices preventing regular folk from coming in and using them. Rather than welcome African American people, or the less wealthy of any color for that matter, he would throw money at constructing soul-less monuments in hopes that some might gratefully acknowledge his largess, while giving Scientology an impressive, if gaudy corporate image.

Miscavige was corrupting Scientology from being wholly concerned with the spiritual to exclusively focused on the material.

What occurred over the next year drove me outside the Church as it became apparent no reform was possible from within. Miscavige put his claws into a blossoming Tom Cruise, personally converting him from one of the more sensitive and caring people I had ever known into a cruel zealot who apparently bought Miscavige’s confidence game that he was now among an elite few who could save the planet. As such he could “do what thou will”, and never be held to account ethically.

One evening in late 2003 Miscavige and I picked up Cruise at a small, private airport near Scientology’s international headquarters. On the drive back to headquarters, Cruise recounted his recent visits with Bush administration officials whom he had lobbied on behalf of the Church. Miscavige acknowledged Cruise approvingly, then stated, “I wouldn’t mind Bush becoming our Constantine” (the first Roman Emperor to convert to Christianity who then decreed it the official religion of the empire). He explained, “maybe he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, but boy when he makes an unpopular decision he enforces it no matter how much people resist it.” The statement summed up Miscavige’s intentions perfectly: to enforce slavish, ignorant obedience rather than bring about understanding and acceptance through reason.

To Cruise’s credit then, he seemed somewhat dumbfounded by the statement and lost for words. But, under intense courting from Miscavige, Cruise’s objectivity and powers of discernment would soon abandon him.

Miscavige began intensively working on Cruise, bestowing him with ‘inner circle’ status, and lavishing him with magnificent and bizarre gifts and favors. One was a several hundred thousand dollar birthday bash. Another was the deployment of several veteran Church staff to pimp and pander for Cruise. Over time Cruise became a willing Miscavige accomplice, to the detriment of his own image and career. Remarkably, in a span of two years Miscavige single-handedly converted Cruise from Scientology’s greatest PR asset into its biggest PR liability.

Miscavige became more irrational and violent. He created an Apocalypse Now like scenario at international headquarters. He resorted to imprisoning and torturing Church managers who did not enthusiastically support his increasingly insane behaviors. He de-personalized all veteran managers of the church, effectively dismantling management. He spent huge sums of church money and resources to create a jet-setting personal lifestyle befitting of his best pal Cruise. He systematically corrupted the methodologies of Scientology to not only make them unworkable, but also turn them into control and punishment mechanisms. His overly aggressive reactions to criticism have created a public image of Scientology that repels people from reaching to find out about it.

After nearly three decades on the inside I left the Church when Miscavige refused to meet with me to discuss his abusive conduct. Having been insulated for so long from day to day living as an American citizen, after my departure I experienced a rather strong jolt of cultural shock. It was at the height of the real estate bubble, the Bush administration’s popularity, the free press’ cloying endorsement of imperial invasions and scaled back Constitutional rights. I was surprised by how deeply the speculative, get-something-for-nothing mentality had pervaded American culture. I was also taken aback by what seemed to be a fear-enforced intolerance for open dialog on where the country was headed.

I undertook an intense study of American history in an attempt to make sense of things. I was trying to understand how an oligarchy could come to power forwarding such overtly greed based, militaristic and censorious policies in what is supposed to be the land of liberty. Were our leaders simply products of this country’s traditions of rewarding greed and glorifying attainment of wealth and authority at any cost? Were the war mongering Neo Cons of Miscavige’s potential Constantine the realization of the American Dream?

Interestingly some of the more educated and curious rappers (e.g. Nas, Ded Prez, Chuck D, Wyclef Jean, Common) explored similar thought, questioning the very ethical foundations of our nation. That is what first interested me in the genre. They paralleled a line of forbidden thought and inquiry I was undertaking.

Mine was also sort of a vicarious investigation of Miscavige’s tyrannical rise to power in an organization predicated on concepts diametrically opposed to his own operating basis.

I examined the question of whether Miscavige and the Neo Cons rose to prominence because of Scientology’s and America’s fundamental philosophies and policies, or instead in spite of them.

Did the fact that we had endured a several year reign in our country where the civil rights that make it what it is were severely eroded by vested interests, mean that the Constitution (as amended) does not set forth the most enlightened form of government yet devised?

Did the fact that a man bent on enslaving others psychologically and physically rose to prominence in an organization founded with the purpose of freeing people spiritually mean the core principles of the subject cannot contain magic?

Should one eschew everything about Scientology because an intolerant dictator managed to grab its reigns? Should one denounce one’s country because a group of totalitarians managed to seize the controls of the land of the free for a number of years?

Was Scientology under Miscavige’s tyrannical reign a natural conclusion to a movement that proudly calls itself the only purely American religion? Or was he simply aligning the Church with radical, fascist political forces because of his personal predilections?

Politically and socially conscious Hip Hop suggested to me that nothing could be more honest or patriotic than asking such questions and seeking the truth – regardless of the popularity of the inquiry. In a way it gave rhythm and soul, and a measure of vitality and current relevance, to a powerful guiding adage by Mahatma Gandhi that I had embraced: “You may be a minority of one, but the truth is still the truth.”

My search for the truth has lead to the conclusion that for all intents and purposes the church of Scientology is dead. Taking a page from Nas’s play book, perhaps the most effective first step in raising Scientology philosophy out of the church’s ashes is to recognize and pronounce the church’s passing.

Two Moving Up and Little Higher commenters understand what Doven and the Kool Aid drinkers apparently cannot wrap their wits around.  I know, not just believe, that they speak for a lot of folks:

Hi All, New poster here. Been listening in for a couple of months now. Laying low only temporarily until the family/work connections
get handled.

I felt compelled to write after hearing the audio of Michael Doven and Marty. I wanted to let Michael Doven (and DM, who I’m sure is
reading every word of this blog) know that Marty has not just attracted the “disaffecteds.” My spouse and I are considered on-line, upstat, in-ethics, OT Scientologists, having done plenty of donos and “volunteer” work. We have both been in for many, many
years.

My comm to Michael Doven is this:

We’ve never met but I think you’re a good guy. I know several of the other guys who came with you and consider them good guys too.
You are doing what you think is the “right” thing to do. I would have done the same thing myself many years ago. In fact, there was a point in the 70’s and early 80’s that I would have done just
about anything to protect the Church. But I would have been doing it for LRH and the Church that he created.

Things have changed.

I’m guessing that because you have been on “celeb” lines, you have no idea what life has been like in LA for an upstat (and per our
current Church mgmt, “upstat” means lucky enough to have some dough left in the bank to be regged later) Scientologist NOT on the
“celeb list.” I think you have no idea what it feels like to day after day have reges, in groups of 2-3 at a time, come to your door or sit outside your house waiting until you come home so they can ambush you. And I do mean day after day literally. And sometimesmultiple Orgs wanting money on the same day, standing at the
doorstep. I don’t think, being on the “celeb” lines, that you have been subjected to multiple 5-7 hour reg cycles that seem more like
Nazi extortion sessions than anything else. Or ambush sec checks and rollbacks because you resisted coming in for the 7th “briefing”
in as many months. I have a friend on the “celeb list” and he is shocked to hear what us “normal” group members have to endure in
LA. Apparently the “celebs” are treated much differently.

And I’m guessing that the reason DM used you guys for this latest escapade is that you have been the privileged ones. You possibly have less BPC on the way things are lately. I can’t imagine many of my other OT friends in LA being willing to do his bidding at this time.

Marty is correct when he says the Church is dead. The Church that I joined in the 70s, which was full of hope and joy and freedom and
friendship and spiritual awakening is indeed dead. In it’s place is some kind of militant cult. Like Haydn James, I never thought I would use that word in regards to my Church. But I only use it in reference to the current structure, the current “Management.”

Scientology as a tech and philosophy for life will never die. There is too much truth there. I have always considered myself a pretty good Scientologist. I have made much case gain and I thank LRH from the bottom of my heart for all of the tech and for the OT levels and for giving me a much better life. I believe in LRH and I won’t desert him.

Michael, I’m sure you feel the same on that last point. Let me ask a favor of you. Please re-read the Creed of the Church in a new unit of time. And then please take a few minutes to read LRH’s brilliant PL “An Essay on Management,” especially the section “A True Group” and “Power.” It’s possible that these things will not impinge upon you as much as they did me or my spouse–assuming you’ve had a different recent Scn experience than a lot of us in
LA. But just maybe you have other friends who’ve had experiences similar to those I’ve mentioned. And maybe these couple of datums
from LRH will get you thinking about the current scene too.

And please, please don’t be afraid to read the reports of how things have been going for these SO members at Int. If you feel like it’s not o.k. to read reports from those who have been denied proper justice lines, then please re-read the Creed and think about it again.

And to DM: You are not my “Spiritual Leader.” LRH is. Your harassment of Mike and Marty is just more bullying. I’m sure we can expect the usual roundup of OTs in LA for more sec checking and Interrogatories after you read this post. But you can only cut our lines for so long. Let me leave you with a quote from LRH’s Essay
on Management (perhaps you should read it sometime yourself.)

“A true group must have a management which deals in affinity, reality and communication, and any group is totally within it’s rights, when a full and reasonable examination discloses management in fault of perverting or cutting ARC, of slaughtering, exiling or suspending that management. ARC is sacred.” –LRH

Think about it.

Meanwhile, you’ve lost another couple of OTs. Happy birthday.

-DW

Marty, it makes sense to me when you say the “Church is dead”.

For me the Church is also dead. In the sense that it’s not what it used to be & it’s definitely not what I think LRH wanted it to be. I think it’s so infected with enforcement, $$$ hungry stat push, too little too late franticness, … that I’m not sure those things can ever be straighten out.

Sure the structure (AOs, Orgs, Missions, Applied Scholastics groups,…) is their but the management mentality & how they treat people that don’t toe the line (invals, punishments, sec checks, shunning,…) is rotten to the core in my opinion. A friendly Church where people regain their own self-determinism doesn’t exist anymore. If you don’t toe the company line you’re an enemy. It’s a pretty sad state of affair. Any Organization that has members that have dedicated years of their lives to the cause but decide to stop attending Events & visiting the Church because of the constant pressure & overall unfriendly atmosphere if you don’t do what they want you to do, is not very healthy. If any of you ever felt that way from time to time, I’m sure you know by now that you were not the only one.

All these great programs (CCHR, Criminon, Narconon, TWTH, YFHR, VMs…) are just a smoke screen in my opinion. They treat the criminals at Criminon better than they treat their upstat members that donate lots of $ & contribute lots of time if those members don’t give all the $ & time the Church thinks those members should give. Anybody with a ounce of self-determinism can see how many Human Rights & WTH precepts the Church is violating. This whole VM thing about “I can talk to anybody for you about anything” is BS. They encourage their members to disconnect & shun family members & friends. They discourage (forbid) their members to find out what is being said in the news & internet about their Church. Take a good look & you’ll find tons of incidences where the Church inhibits and/or enforces communication. Is that what LRH teaches?

So in that sense, for me, the Church is dead. It doesn’t apply what it teaches & that’s why it’s not succeeding in my opinion. Oh true, it has all these new buildings & more people joining staff (at least it appears this way) but where’s the public? My guess is that they have more staff than public attending events these days. Actually probably mostly staff at least here at my local Org. They have to punish & threaten, eval & inval to get the public to participate on a regular basis. They threaten people with the loss of their eternity & comm lines. These days it’s safer to quietly & silently withdraw than to try to communicate when things don’t make sense to you or if you see things that are violating LRH policies. If you question anything, you get instantly punished.

I agree Marty, the Church is dead!

-Free To Think

Our old friend, and your new friend, goes by the name of JB (John Brousseau). He is a thirty-three year Sea Org veteran. While the name won’t hold much significance for many of you since JB was never high profile, the very reasons for his non-public profile makes him worthy of twenty dmbots, countless PI’s, and several violations of federal law in DM’s mind.

JB’s value to the movement is manifold. Two of those values are most prominent. The first, DM is acutely aware of and is the justification for the foot bullets he is madly firing our (his) way. The second, DM is incapable of even conceiving.

Those of you who know JB and the numerous special projects he was involved in understand why DM has been blowing gaskets rather than candles on his birthday cake.

The second major future contribution of JB will manifest in him sharing his wealth of personal stories about his substantial time serving L. Ron Hubbard. He has already provided us with a number of bouts of goose flesh. And I’m sure he’ll do the same for you all.

In the meantime, please excuse us for a spell. We’re busy decompressing Texas style. You know, a little fishin’, a little BBQin’, and maybe even a bit of honky-tonkin’.

On Monday night a dear old friend and SO comrade of mine arrived in the Corpus Christi bay area. I put him up at the Best Western Port Aransas Texas. I checked him in under my own name, knowing the blow drill would have dozens of DMbots calling every motel from LA to here and beyond asking for my friend by name. He had ditched the vehicle he left the base in and made his way by circuitous means. Nonetheless, within thirty six hours of arrival, four SO missionaires ambushed my friend before six a.m. on the motel balcony when he went out for a cup of coffee.

Tommy Two Tone lead the charge. He was accompanied by WDC Idle Orgs, Angie Blankenship, and two of DM’s Int Landlord Idle Org construction aces, Bob Wright and Laurance Stumbke. They peppered my guest with unkind thoughts about me and how damaging it would be for him to connect up with me.

My guest managed to juke them, get back into his room to phone me. I threw on some clothes and headed from my home on Ingleside on the Bay. As I pulled my pick up around to head in the right direction, four rental cars blocked the entire road before me. I pulled to the side of the road in front of my home as sixteen doors flew open and people began piling out and approaching my truck. Tom Cruise’s long-time personal assistant, double-hatted as DM’s spy into Cruise’s personal and professional life for fifteen years, Michael Doven lead the charge. Unable to look me in the eye, Doven mumbled “Marty, let’s talk”. As I reached for my video camera to record the event, I suddenly realized why they were there. DM had dispatched those he thought may be able to “impinge” on my friend, and separately sent a team to try to distract me while the “Ace Team” at the motel did their business. So, I got right back in my truck, ignored the stray dogs yapping at my wheels and headed for Port Aransas.

I phoned the Port A police who went to the motel and debriefed my friend, helped him gather his things and stayed with him till my arrival. By the time I arrived, there was not a sign of Tommy and the Shondells.

The police escorted us out of town and back onto my turf. By then there was no sign of the sixteen (there were four people in each of the four cars that assaulted me first thing in the morning). My guest and I then proceeded to the airport to pick up Mike Rinder.

As we arrived at the airport I received a cell phone call from Michael Doven begging me to chat with him. The entire Doven conversation was recorded and the link to it is at the end of this post. I encourage all to listen to the entire conversation. It is very revelatory on a number of levels. Think of the mentality of the individual who pitted Doven as his best shot against me. Think of the mentality of the individual who would send Cruise’s long-time assistant along with Celebrity Center stalwarts Micheal Roberts, Michael and Denice Duff and Chris Smith to “handle” Mike Rinder and I. Consider the mental state of an individual who would send twenty people (including two Freedom Medal winners) half-way across the country in an attempt to commit human trafficking.

At the end of the phone call you will hear me approach Mike Rinder at the arrivals gate. He was being assaulted by some CC punk with a video camera in his face, Chris Smith, Marla Filidei (CCHR spokesperson), Jan Eastgate (CCHR Freedom Medal winner) hollering in each ear. When my friend and I arrived, the two women fled (along with a third unidentified one) the camera boy turned the camera on me while Smith started goading me. You can catch the beginning of that exchange at the tail end of the call with Doven.

Finally, some thoughts from our friend: “Tommy, Angie, Bob, Laurence and anyone else who reads this: I’ve seen a lot of indicators over the years and things that I just could not rationalize, but I did somehow rationalize them and figured out how they were “right” (as it was taboo and guaranteed doom to ever voice my true conclusions while in that group). All my successes in my Sea Org career came from the application of real Scientology and an unshakable faith in my fellow group members. If you ever worked with me on some of my larger projects you will know what I mean. My decision to leave, when I did and how I did was carefully thought out and calmly decided upon and executed. Was it difficult? Damn right it was. Did I have a “good life” up to the last day? Yes, in a materialistic sense. I wasn’t in trouble, I was in good standing and trusted. But I have 8 dynamics and I could no longer support actions that were diametrically opposite to all I learned in the SO and Scientology over the last 34 years. My leaving gave me no personal immediate advantage. Quite the opposite actually. I did it for the 3rd and 4th dynamic. I love people and want to help them. The world out here awaits you, without recrimination and nothing but genuine support of true Scientologists really applying LRH tech. You can change your environment to one that lets you apply what you know to be real Scientology, instead of daily experiencing all four flows of the opposite being enforced. Once you honestly realize that for yourself, your need to continuously rationalize the outpoints you see will vanish.

Rathbun/Doven conversation link: http://www.zshare.net/audio/7552721707c82e2e/

Twenty DMbots descended upon Corpus Christi Texas on Wednesday.  They were despatched to recover a veteran DM insider who only days before blew from Int. The individual headed straight for my place. 

Mike Rinder flew in from Clearwater as reinforcement.  The three of us were able to repel the twenty.  DM has gotten so desperate for resources he sent CCHR execs, and CC public with his shrininking corps of  “trusted” SO members. It’s tough for them to be effective when all they are able to do is repeat the same tired lines they hear at events like DM is the almighty one who has never done anything wrong and only has the best interests of everyone at heart.  One little problem,  many of those who spout his PR bs weren’t there and haven’t experienced the “non-public” DM for themselves.  Others, like Tommy Two Tone,  just blantantly and obviously lie. It is like trying to persuade a concentration camp survivor that the Holocaust never existed.  

Further details will be forthcoming as they unfold.

Uneasy lies the head of the guilty.

Tommy Two Tone knows only two tones and the gradations between them; 1.o and 2.0 (all within the lying band).  As such he will likely go all the way to the bunker with Little Adolf.  http://www.tampabay.com/news/article1090888.ece

by Mike Rinder  There have been many comments in response to my original posting, including a great deal of support and many good wishes from friends too numerous to count.  I wish to thank you all.  It would have been literally impossible to respond to each person individually.

The Pinellas County Sheriff’s Office completed their report about the incident last Friday and it contains some interesting information.  Cathy Neal/Rubio/Rinder/Bernardini told the sheriffs that it was all just a big coincidence.  Apparently she just happened to be driving around Clearwater with her friends (my brother from Australia, daughter, her and Sue Wilhere from Los Angeles) and in a stroke of pure coincidence saw me and decided they wanted to make the point to me that I should be communicating to my family.  Strange though that she omitted to mention that Jenny Linson, Guillaume Lesevre, David Bloomberg and two PIs were also present?  Or that the doctor’s office is in a secluded glade and can’t be seen from the road and is at least 10 miles away from the closest Scientology facility. There was also no mention of the fact that my brother had said after the melee that he had seen me the day before? Another coincidence?   Also strange that she claimed to be upset about me not communicating to my family when she was screaming at me to “leave Benjamin (my son) alone” (because I had gone to the Fort Harrison the week before to attempt to see him). Also strange that she was the one who wrote to me on 4 July 2007 when I had communicated to the Church that I wanted to see her, responding “Fuck You” and that the divorce papers would be forthcoming (they were and she was the petitioner, with Jeanne Gavigan In House OSA attorney filing the divorce).

No doubt, there will be more spin control attempted on this matter as the St Pete Times are writing a story following the release of the Sheriff’s report.  Of course, the Church will have to come up with some sort of justification for the insanity.  Based on what is in the sheriff’s report, their response is predictable: claim that I caused the graze on Cathy’s arm (the sheriffs took reports from everyone and concluded that her injury came about as a result of “incidental contact”), that I broke my brother’s finger (being the crazed lunatic that I am, out searching the streets for my family members so I can corner them 7 on 1 and launch an attack) and that this was all just a “family matter” (with Jenny Linson leading the charge accompanied by 3 other non-family SO members from International Management there?).  DM only has one response:  never defend, always attack even when the facts are plainly contrary.  

It is a foregone conclusion that they are going to shoot themselves in the groin yet again as whatever they say is going to be reported by the SP Times, even if it isn’t believable.  But that will leave the door wide open for the BBC to prove them liars once again. DM cannot see beyond today.

If the real purpose was to talk to me, it really would have been so simple for my brother to just call me – as he wanted to do but didn’t have “permission.”  Or my daughter.  If they honestly wanted communication,  why send nasty letters from the IJC address telling me that I am the worst kind of SP, have no concept of Scientology, make no case gain and various other nasty things obviously written at the prompting of others. And coincidentally (there are a lot of coincidences?) the first series of letters arrived after Monique Yingling’s failed attempt to silence me in Denver where I told her that communicating with my family was EXTREMELY important to me, but I would not let it be used as a method of control over me.  No doubt DM saw this as a “weakness” and has been trying to exploit it ever since.  The second round came right after the BBC interview (which was filmed by Church PIs) where I expressed the same sentiment.  Perhaps I should give those letters to the media and let the world decide whether the C of M really has any concern for the unity and well-being of my family.  I haven’t done so up to now because I don’t think my family acted on their own but are trying to protect their lives and families by toeing the DM party line as they know the consequences of not doing so. The unmitigated hatred that is displayed in those letters is not the brother, sister, mother, daughter or even ex wife I know.  It’s sad to see people who I know to be kind, decent and caring lose all humanity. 

But this shall all come to pass.  DM cannot continue to run an empire based on lies and operating through fear.  The more drastic the responses, the closer it is to the end.  A cornered rat becomes most insane and lashes out the hardest when the coup de grace is about to be delivered.

by Mike Rinder It was a beautiful day in Pinellas County, sunny and warm.   I was standing in a secluded parking lot in shorts and flip-flops talking on the phone while I was waiting for Christie to come out of the doctor’s office (nothing wrong, she consults on nutrition).  I was not really paying attention to anything but was engaged in conversation.   I turned around and suddenly there were 7 people dressed in “business attire” walking towards me, now about 10 feet away:  Jenny Linson, David Bloomberg, Sue “David Miscavige is Scientology” Wilhere, Guillaume “on no post but from International Management” Lesevre, Andrew Rinder (my brother), Taryn Rinder (my daughter) and Cathy Rinder/Bernadini (though she uses another name she kept screaming that she is my wife?). They looked more than a little out of place in their “power suits” (except my brother who was dressed in a polo shirt and looked normal).

They started right in — it was just like being in the hole — 7 people surrounding you yelling and screaming   “You are a fucking SP”,  “Stop doing what you are doing”,  “You are going to die”, “You are trying to destroy Scientology”, “You are hurting your family”, “You disconnected from your family”, “You are killing your mother”, “Stay away from Benjamin” (this last was a little strange given the statements that I refuse to communicate with anyone in my family)  etc. etc. etc.

The rabble was led by Jenny Linson and Cathy Neal/Rubio/Rinder/Bernardini  –  doing a perfect imitation of DM frothing at the mouth and yelling obscenities.  Guillaume said virtually nothing. Bloomberg tried to be Mr. Big and told me several times “Stop what you are doing.”  Sue Wilhere said nothing.   My brother who is an OT 8 but not a Sea Org member was the most civil and sensible and actually seemed to want to communicate something other than screaming “You’re an SP”. My daughter Taryn is a Gold staff member and is indoctrinated into the wonders of Ideal Orgs and I feel some pangs of guilt that I raised her in the SO and that she is now caught in the web of lies.  And of course, lurking in the background were the ever present PIs in sunglasses.

When I told my brother that I would talk to him without the assembled peanut gallery, the screaming only increased with “Tone 40” commands from Jenny to “Shutup and listen” and “you ARE going to hear us”.  I think he was a little surprised to see what he had gotten himself into.  Little does he know what really goes on – but perhaps he is going to now realize from personal experience that the “goodness and light” image that DM tries to portray isn’t quite what it seems.

But, DM couldn’t have foreseen that his little ambush squad would approach me when I was on the phone with John Sweeney from the BBC in the midst of a recorded interview!  So, everything the DMbots said was recorded as it went down by the BBC.  Of course, they were under strict orders from DM about what they were to do, so they just barged ahead with their craziness.  That’s the breaks when people in fear are operating on orders  – they cannot make a decision if something changes.  No “think for yourself”….  In fact, when I informed them they were being recorded by the BBC they seemed to take it as a challenge to their manhood (womanhood? bitchhood?) as if I was trying to trick them (cunning SP that I am).  So, it was all recorded (audio only unfortunately) and they couldn’t have done a better job of convincing the BBC of Miscavige’s insanity and that everything that is said about how people are treated by him and that they will sign perjured affidavits is absolutely, utterly true.  You often hear “he pulled it in” – a much overused justification that some (including DM) use to explain their overts on others – I couldn’t help but think that DM just “pulled it in.”

Jenny kept screaming about how I WAS going to listen to them (I guess she thinks I take orders from her or else she is going to take away my eternity?) and I told her and the assembled others to “Fuck Off” (if this ever airs on US TV there will be a LOT of bleeps though they will get the unadulterated version in the UK).  I then attempted to get in my car and leave.  A scuffle ensued with Dave Bloomberg, Jenny and Cathy holding the car door open as I tried to close it to drive away and my brother taking my keys out of the ignition as I grabbed his hand and bent his finger back (until he told me I was going to break it and I let go).  It wasn’t good odds.  So, I got out of the car to go into the doctor’s office to call the police.   More scuffling ensued as I tried to make my way 50 feet to the door. My sunglasses were knocked off and someone trod on them (my brother later insisted I take his nicer glasses to replace them).   

By this time, the doctor and her staff had heard the ruckus outside and she came to the door and told me I could come in and nobody else was welcome.  Cathy and Taryn barged their way into the doctor’s office saying “he’s my husband” and “he’s my father”.  She told them she didn’t care who they were, it was her office and they weren’t welcome (the rest of the gang were blabbering incoherently at the door).  During the scuffles, Cathy had somehow sustained a cut on her arm that was bleeding.  The doctor tried to 8C her out of her reception area and Cathy started yelling at the doctor “He’s my husband, and you have my blood on your hands”.  Pretty bizarre.  That was after she had shouted at  Christie in front of the Doctor in her reception area “You, you’re a fucking little bitch.”   

The doctor asked if I wanted her to call the police. I told her yes, as I wanted the record made then and there as no doubt the Church would try to claim that I hurt Cathy’s arm and (of course they waited until there were no other witnesses to approach me 7 on 1).  I have no idea how her arm was grazed, Jenny Linson might have bitten her in the throws of her frothing insanity for all I know.

The doctor locked her doors and she and her staff were too scared to venture outside until the police arrived. They were literally terrified.  She even called her next patient and canceled the appointment.  More excellent PR area control for Scientology in the Clearwater community!

The doctor also called the paramedics due to the blood on Cathy’s arm.  The paramedics arrived within a couple of minutes and the Pinellas County Sheriff’s Department (6 cars) showed up about 5 minutes later.  Of course, the real chickenshit rats scurried away before the Sheriff’s arrived – Linson, Lesevre and Bloomberg jumped in their cars and drove off as I waved fondly.   But Cathy was stuck in the ambulance, so Sue Wilhere stayed with her. So did my brother and daughter – the only two civil ones amongst them.  Everyone made statements to the Sheriff’s, as did the doctor and Christie.  I am sure Sue and Cathy would rather have left, but they were kind of stuck.

Just before the Sheriff’s arrived, I asked where my car keys were.  The assembled mob said “they didn’t know.” I told them that would really be a problem as soon as the police arrived – and suddenly Sue Wilhere “found them”.  Childish isn’t the right word for this sort of behavior.

Now, for anyone who thinks I should have “pressed charges” I can assure it would have been a waste of time.  This sort of thing is orchestrated to be 7 on 1 (not counting PIs) with no witnesses for a reason. These people will say anything – even under oath – and would simply claim that I attacked someone first (not true) and it would be a long, drawn out procedure that would, in the end, accomplish nothing. And make no mistake, it was a carefully staged (if botched) operation, they waited until I was alone as my brother said they had seen me yesterday (and all I did was ride my bike with Christie and Shane to the park so they were out stalking in the neighborhood).  The police DO have all the statements from the witnesses and they issued a trespass warning to the Church people who didn’t flee. There was little else they could do. 

Don’t worry, because better than criminal charges that go nowhere – it was all recorded by the BBC as it went down. And that is far more devastating in the long run.  

As for my brother and daughter (who I did manage to speak to alone for a few minutes), I told them they both looked good and I was very happy to see that.  I also told them they don’t know what is going on and challenged Taryn about the Ideal Orgs and how off policy it is and whether she thinks Miscavige beating people is acceptable.  And with my brother, I asked him if he knew what inurnment is because Miscavige is engaged in it and he is going to destroy the Church through his out ethics.  Of course, under the circumstances they aren’t going to agree with me.  But maybe they will think about it.  My brother asked me for my phone number so he could call me to have dinner, just him and me “if he can get permission.” I gladly gave it to him and told him any time.  But if he is going to ask permission, it’s never going to happen. One day I hope he will decide to do it on his own.

If anyone needed current proof that the activities of the Hole are still ongoing, it was played out in full living color today.  It was vintage DM, gang-bang yelling and screaming, attempting to drive in anchor points and intimidate.  Problem is that it occurred in the parking lot of a doctor’s office in Clearwater.  The doors weren’t barred. There was no Security Force muscle and there ARE phones with which to call law enforcement.   So, it didn’t work out so well for DM. In fact, as has become his personal trademark, he delivered himself yet another massive footbullet.

Meanwhile, he sits stewing in massive MWH phenomena, lashing out with wild animal reactions, wondering which of his crimes is going to be exposed next.

And he should be worried.

The report you will read tonight is living proof of the validity of a very real concern that I expressed a year ago. It was the primary reason I granted an interview with the SP Times. They did not print my reason, perhaps concerned it was too inflammatory. I told CNN too; and they too were apparently afraid to run it. Fact of the matter is, I only gave the interviews at thoses times because I had learned to what depths DM’s house of horrors had slid since I had left. After speaking to Tom Devocht, Mike Rinder and other (whose names must still be protected) about what occured at Int after I had left, I was gravely concerned lives might be in danger. I told the Times and CNN, and I’ll tell you right now, I spoke in the hopes of preventing what I was concerned might deteriorate into a Jonestown situation. I predicted that, left to his own devices, DM could very well become homicidal (in fact already was, but it might grow to overcome any restraint he was able to muster from fully dramatizing it). I doubted that he would have the common decency to do himself in to protect others; but instead would go down in a hail of bullets in response to his own hail murdering as many “treasonous bastards” as he could take down.  In my view tonight’s report confirms my concerns.  Think about the Wild Animal Reaction Of The Missed Withhold. That is understandable, particularly when one knows – as I do and he does – what we are bringing to light over the next several months. Now, consider that DM planned out today’s events, with lengthy and meticulous briefings for days in advance.  Think about the mind that would so act . I’ve studied Koresh and Jones. They were Boy Scouts compared to Miscavige at similar stages in their careers.