Thanks for the responses to my post of 20 March, Council for Spiritual Integrity. A lot of the initial information shared serves to confirm datums that I have already found to be true and have based my actions over the past three years upon. Among them:
1. The eighties leaders were different than current leaders in that the former ultimately were bought. I knew from the outset that David Miscavige was acutely aware of the fact that most everybody had a price. So much so that his ENTIRE, blanket strategy for dealing with exposure of his crimes can be summed up in two parts: a) Leverage: created by intelligence, black PR, and legal to put the target into a more amenable frame of mind, followed by b) buy off, and that means literally – nobody settles with David Miscavige whom Miscavige does not own to one degree or another.
That is one reason why I have stayed true from the beginning to the vow never to accept money from anyone that carries with it any attempt to influence my direction or behavior. I have turned down large sums of money that have been offered to get me to go in certain directions; and I will continue to refuse such in the future. People donate when they see fit – presumably by their following the chronicle of where I am going as memorialized on this blog. Monique can attest to the trend – and how no matter how lean things become on this end, I have not and will not pander or attempt to please to make a living – to me that is not living; that is the route to dying.
2. Among today’s crew we have a number of folks with a far higher confront of evil and experiential track on how to deal with it.
While I am studying all this in far more depth and intend to share more of my findings, one more recently recognized truth can be added.
3. The pioneers of the past were far more invested in terms of active involvement. They met,they rallied, they demonstrated, they worked hard (far more than is necessary now with the internet) to collect information and get it published and distributed. Almost perhaps to a fault. Many critical ones devoted so much time and effort to the cause that they were forced out of the game entirely by financial necessity.
I have noted a number of times over the past couple years that much of what I do I consider to be “ethics” actions; and that we as a movement are following the Scientology sequence of ethics, tech, admin. I find it to be necessary in order to assure that tech and admin can go in. That is why when engaged in ethics activities I continually promote that others not directly involved get real busy with tech and admin; because a) that is the only reason for the sacrifices in the ethics band – to make it possible to get tech in, and b) enough proliferation of tech will be the final ethics nail allowing a move into the admin band.
The past few months have been almost completely consumed with activities falling into the ethics band. The amount of kicking and screaming from the ethics-challenged beast has been horrifying during this period.
I have likened the struggle with the Corporate Scientology organization to the American civil rights struggle and the South African civil rights movement. On the latter, I have noted that the most effective measure in ending appartheid was making those who profited from it no longer profit from it. And that was accomplished by making those who supported the profiteers understand they ultimately empowered the slavoracy; and by persistent exposure of that empowerment made those ultimately supporting the slave-masters no longer support them.
I think on this score, we can learn from the pioneers; both of the civil rights movements and of the earlier Independent movement. I think we ought to learn from them a higher level of personal involvement. I am asking people to step up to make it uncomfortable on those who are perpetuating Miscavige’s character assassination network. I am not suggesting in the slightest that anyone engage in anything resembling harassment, Corporate Scientology style or otherwise. I am suggesting that the likes of Joel Phillips, John Allender, Ed Bryan, Joanne Wheaton, Norman Bates (whatever his real last name is), Iz Chait, Dave Lublow, and other known agents of Corporate Scientology’s domestic terrorist network be called to account for their months and years of domestic terrorist work.
Miscavige, being the 1.1 coward that he is, has polluted the internet and American neighborhoods by having OSA volunteers and PIs serve as an “arm’s length” domestic terrorist network. Please do what you can to help disinfect this sickness with sunshine.
Get hold of Steve and/or Karen with your website building skills, your ability to investigate and inform those who ought to know about the domestic terror network and its actors.
A wise man once noted that if one knows of out ethics and doesn’t do anything about it, after a while of doing nothing about it he becomes an accomplice.
An industrious individual decided that David Miscavige’s Office of Special Affairs black ops propaganda campaigns, and their Corporate Scientologist puppet executors, are overdue for a little of nature’s most effective disinfectant, sunshine.
First on the line up is the sponsor of the Corporate Scientology web rag with the Orwellian title Religious Freedom Watch.
I encourage anyone who has time on their hands to see to it that each and every one of Phillips’ business contacts are made aware of what Phillips has been up to.
UPDATE:
More reflections on Phillips from Just Me and Mark Bunker:
Joel Phillips: “So I am calling for the total elimination of Islam. Many other religious choices are available to those currently in Islam. Islam must go and no Muslim can be allowed to remain anywhere in the world.”
Joel Phillips: “All Mosques must either be destroyed or made into something else. The other day we did a title for one that was converted into a shopping center, now that s a good use for one!”
Joel Phillips: “All copies of the Koran must be rounded up and burned or otherwise destroyed. If libraries insist on keeping them for historical reasons they have to be under lock and key and they have to post a guard to make sure no one copies them.”
Left to his own devices, Phillips will be packing people into cattle cars headed for concentration camps and gas chambers. He is either completely unfamiliar with or completely opposed to the U.S. Bill of Rights — particularly the First Amendment.
Astonishingly, Joel Phillips funds a publication called (this next bit would be so funny, if it weren’t) Religious Freedom Watch.
JM
Mark Bunker clarification:
This is an old post from someone looking to defame Joel Phillips by pretending to write extremist stuff as him. Not that I’m defending Phillips because RFW is filled with the over-the-top lies that corporate Scientology has spread about little old SP’s like me and my friends for years. Someone in the past also created a website supposedly from me and opened a twitter account in my name and spread similar anti-Islam messages in my name. I got the twitter account and website taken down. Tony Ortega wrote a piece about it way back when:
RFW is crap and the folks behind it are crappy. I think Phillips is likely just a front for RFW since in the video I shot of him talking with Andreas he seemed not to even know what he had on the site. But the anti-Islam material was written by someone else simply to cause trouble for Phillips and as a parody of Phillips own RFW site.
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Now this is a test. Phillips refused to answer my communication to him two years ago about correcting a litany of false, black ops PR he has posted on me. He knows how to get hold of me. If he refutes the comments about Islam, and wants them removed – notwithstanding it being posted with the opinion of Mark Bunker – all he has to do is communicate. My bet is he won’t – because he is hiding like the little rat OSA operative he is and doesn’t want to open himself to return communication about his obligation to take down his OSA propaganda designed to destroy a number of people.
I also suggest people write to the “religious experts” who have been paid to legitimize Phillips OSA op page – and tell them a thing or two about who they are whoring out to.
In the mid 1980’s a Class VIII Auditor named Ian Waxler headed a group called The Council for Spiritual Integrity. He recently sent me an April 1985 newsletter The Free Spirit that the council published. A copy of it can be accessed at the end of this post.
I highly recommend people giving it a thorough read. After having done so myself I recognized a couple of important things.
The parallels between what was happening in the field in the mid eighties and now are remarkable. The newsletter reads much like this blog in terms of issues the field was contending with. Though many doubt it, I had very little exposure to the “Independent” movement of the eighties. As will be made very clear in my book between 81 and 85 I was thoroughly consumed in dealing with dozens of lawsuits and a number of criminal investigations targeting L Ron Hubbard. It was not till November of 1984 that I was thrust into the Mayo/Advanced Ability Center lawsuit, in my position as Legal Executive Author Services Inc, as it was perceived that then-RTC honchos had thoroughly screwed it up. Even then, it was only one of dozens of disrelated lawsuits I remained involved in. By the time I got into RTC, March 1987, there was little to nothing going on overtly in the Independent field, at least nothing that effected the church very greatly. I give this brief history to make the point how remarkable I find it that Moving on Up A Little Higher so parallels The Free Spirit. Uncanny in some respects, like choosing July 4th for an annual Independents’ get-together.
Having been accused of all manner of skullduggery – there was plenty I was involved in, just not so much in this sector – by folks on the receiving end from the eighties, I batted back a lot of nasty comm I’ve received from that sector for three reasons. First, it was full of false accusations and arguing facts seemed to go nowhere. Second, and more importantly, it didn’t open the door to any handlings – their presumptive why for the past Independent movement having nothing whatsoever to with anything they did or didn’t do (the why is God). The comm only reinforced the conclusion I had already drawn about the ebbing of the “squirrels” (from my church perspective) that they had suffered the fate LRH had suggested they would if they did two things : a) squirreled, and b) denigrated Hubbard and his technology. Third, I found both “a” and “b” to be rampant within the current Freezone.
However, reading the Waxler CSI newsletter caused me to re-think this historical era. It has prompted me to conduct a thorough investigation and evaluation of the 1980’s Independent movement for purposes of learning from its strengths and weaknesses.
I am interested in receiving hard facts from the perspective of pioneer Independents on what went right and what went wrong from their points of view. I do understand the impact of the Mayo/AAC going down. I was most definitely involved in that. But, there are certainly other factors. There must be more useful facts for pure evaluation, that is, what did the Independents do or not do to lose their momentum, cohesion, and effectiveness.
While this process can certainly lead to important connections being made by various sectors of the Independent field, I am quite certain a bunch of comm attempting to “enlighten” me on the virtues of “a” and “b” above is going to be counter-productive. Because of the volume of traffic on my lines on a lot of productive fronts, this is a word of warning that I am not going to devote any time to such origins. If that is the bulk of what I receive, I’ll understand my initial conclusions – though omitting pluspoints like Waxler produced – were probably right in the first place.
If you have such facts and are willing to share them, please forward me reports at rathbunmark@yahoo.com.
Tony Ortega at the Village Voice published an interesting story on the spiking of the FBI investigation into David Miscavige, supreme leader of Scientology Inc’s human trafficking operation.
If someone wants to really understand how Scientology Inc is able to manipulate the highest levels of America’s most powerful law enforcement agency they should read the two references I suggested Tony read.
First, read Matt Taibbi’s epic story in Rolling Stone magazine, Why Isn’t Wall Street in Jail? Taibbi’s expose of corporate corruption at the top of the US federal government is very accurate. It has been going on for decades, and over three decades under the direction of David Miscavige I helped Scientology Inc perfect how to capitalize on that filth bucket.
Second, if you want a post-graduate level understanding read Lawrence Wright’s bookThe Looming Tower. Wright was deservedly awarded the Pulitzer Prize in 2007 for this work. His description of the political and money motivated systemic corruption of the FBI tracks on all four corners with what I observed in interfacing with them (and out-maneuvering them) over three decades.
Don’t get too worked up. I’ve been saying it for three years and I’ll say it again. The solution to Scientology Inc is not ‘over there’; it is in the hands of Scientologists. Independent Scientologists who take responsibility for the subject by proliferating its practice in a safe and sane manner.
For those who have not been following this blog for long, in its early days of late 2009 I initiated the idea of people standing up and announcing themselves as Independent Scientologists. Some of the benefits of doing so and some of where I saw this trend going was covered in the post titled Independent Scientologists Community 26 Sept 2009.
Since then I have taken some heat from various sectors for not embracing the “Freezone” or the “International Freezone Association”. Rather than waste a lot of time in debate I kept carrying along with the “Independent” agenda. The idea was that given enough numbers and enough persistence three aims would ultimately be achieved:
a) Scientology would ultimately become differentiated in the public mind from the Church of Scientology as Independent Scientologists took a stand and took more responsibility for it.
b) Scientologists in greater numbers would no longer feel they had to disassociate themselves with from Scientology to survive and flourish. They would de-pts from Scientology Inc and recognize that no madman can or should have a monopoly on their religion.
c) By the continued momentum of “a” and “b” the dark empire of Corporate Scientology would become increasingly irrelevant as the subject of Scientology rose from the ashes like the Phoenix in the forms of myriad Independent Scientologists.
We are one month past the beginning of year three in a plan that I initially estimated would take about five years.
There is a long way to go.
There will always be peaks and valleys.
Hopefully, we will continue to experience momentum.
Independent Scientologists Jim Logan and Sinar Parman recently took a trip to David Miscavige’s Scientology Inc Headquarters near Hemet California. Here is Jim’s report.
I went back to Gold. I was last there in October 1992. It appeared bigger in memory than it was yesterday. Yesterday it seemed like the buildings had actually shrunk. There was “more” of the place, with the Castle, the Berthing buildings (I couldn’t see theRTCBuildingor the grotesque Bonnyview from the roadside), but even these seemed to physically be withdrawn, actually shrinking back. Not there. It was just something I noticed even in the real excitement I felt at returning to this place. It was a palpable perception of even the building structures themselves pulling back and getting a smaller space. Of course, I’ve had a lot of auditing in the past few years too, plus some really extensive study so maybe my viewpoint has shifted a bit J
I had the intention of returning there for the salutary act of Confront, Reach and Withdraw on the spaces that I was forbidden to be in, but, prior to that prohibition, had put so much of my own life and free theta, and my literal blood, sweat and tears, into creating.
I also wanted to bring a simple bouquet of flowers for the memory of my wife Annie and our life we created there, and in honor of the dedication and devotion of her own to a purpose we both embrace.
As I drove from LA toHemet, on the way to meet Sinar Parman, a fellow former Int Base staff member, and someone who I feel a special relationship with as he too worked personally with L. Ron Hubbard and knew and loved Annie, I was envisioning what it would be like to drive up to the gate, get out of the vehicle and approach the Main Booth. I saw in this, Danny Dunnigan, coming out of the guard booth, in his black uniform. He didn’t recognize me at first, as I saw myself approaching with the small bundle of flowers, handpicked from the garden at Scott Campbell’s house by his wonderful wife Karry, for me, for that day and for Annie.
But then he responded, with hostility and refused to accept the token and went back in the booth, picking up the phone and spreading the word – Jim Logan is here.
So there I was, in fact, driving up to the Main Booth at Golden Era Productions, with Sinar in the passenger seat, instant hatted on the little Canon digital camera, and both of us coming back.
I stopped and looked through the darkened glass and there was Danny, pretty much as I had viewed him earlier on my drive in. I picked up the bouquet of fresh garden flowers, and stepped outside.
I noticed that Danny didn’t get up, there seemed to be a communication lag of reaction there, and I made several steps toward the little structure, hoping someone would emerge so I could ask if I could leave the token in memory of my recently passed wife. One of their fellow staff.
The door on the side opened part way, and Kevin Caetano put his head out. I said something on the order of “I’ve come with these flowers for Annie, would it be possible for me to leave them?”
Without answering me Kevin Caetano in a sort of fearful hostility, and without looking directly at me, or Sinar for that matter, said “You’re trespassing, get off the property”.
I repeated my request, as I wasn’t sure he’d actually heard me since it didn’t appear to me he was actually looking at me and he certainly wasn’t communicating TO me. He was kind of oddly, angrily growling at someone, something else, looking askance and growling this little tiny, hostile growl at his imagined enemy, out to destroy all that is good, to destroy him.
If it weren’t for the randomity of the moment, I think I would have guffawed at the circumstances, in complete reflexive rejection.
Here I was, offering a bouquet of flowers in memory of a loved one – to a Church of Scientology – and I was greeted with a terrified hate and barely moving to even open the door of the darkened little room these men lived and worked in, all they could manage to expel was a weakly bilious croak “You’re trespassing, you’re trespassing” and then shrink back into this tiny cave, closing the window and hunkering down again.
As some sort of “buffer” against the evil Sinar, me and the flowers I offered, presented to them, they had a non-Scientologist it appeared, ask us to leave directly. Kevin wouldn’t talk to us, only this presumed Private Investigator, who relayed the orders.
We got back in the car, turned around, and went to the west end of the property, just past the “NO TRESPASSING” sign, at the edge of the orchard that Sinar himself had helped to plant.
We parked and got out, to complete the process of Confront, Reach and Withdraw, and for me to place somewhere on the side of the property line, the flowers.
As we walked up theGilman Springs Roadtoward the Castle, Danny raced by in the Security truck, blackened windows and all, and went to park behind where I’d left our car on the side of the road. We started to walk back, me wondering whether I’d parked on public property and not wanting to have them tow the vehicle in some puerile bit of nonsense. I approached while they peered in the empty SUV and walked about it, writing down the license plate, and as I did they got back in their truck and when I got within about 20 feet, they pulled out, and parked again in front. Some silly cat and mouse game. I realized I was parked freely and left them to do whatever it was they thought they were doing.
Back toward the Base we went. I stopped at the first place I wanted to confront, the old golf course, from the first flood way back when, that destroyed it and where on Saturday renovations, in the base “all hands”, I had gone to mark off the area as it was planned to be a large garden to grow self-sufficiently and feed the staff.
We continued up the highway, at one point, and right beside us a giant Dodge 3500 truck blasted their horn sounding like a ship’s foghorn. I thought it might have been Security playing around, but it was actually a public person, expressing their somewhat less than cordial affinity for whom they thought were Gold staff.
I saw the Castle for the first time aside from photos. It came after I left in 92. A nice enough place. Then we came to OGH. Old Gilman House, the home of the former owner of Gilman Hot Springs Spa. I’d spent the last few days I was at Gold at OGH. Along with Jesse Prince and Fred Houck, both “pariah” at the time, and on the line to “route out” of the Sea Org.
My time there was spent in utter turmoil, with no sleep as I was way too enturbulated, and crying at the losses I was experiencing in real time, guarded and unable to speak to my wife, or return to the apartment were we lived. The only communication coming from Jackson who was trying to get me sessionable to be Sec Checked before being removed from the property. I never did get sessionable in the several days I was there, getting only snips of sleep, and unable to even eat, doing nothing more really than literally beg to see Annie and protesting “But you’re supposed to be the good guys”.
I reached for it, I withdrew from it and continued the process. Bing, attention freed up we moved on.
I glanced over the swamp, and up toward the LRH Music Studio where I last worked. I could see “the Hole”, and we stopped across the road, on the south side, to look over the garage. Reached and withdrew and was able to completely have the space, permeating it, and the surrounding grounds.
On we went, this time just east of the garage and viewing the parking lot behind and the rear of MCI.
Here Sinar and I reminisced about the days when we would muster together back of the Massacre Canyon Inn for Saturday Renos, the whole of the base, and all of us looking forward to a day outside in “civies” and “grungies”, able to express some little style in our choice of clothes and enjoy the grounds that we were busy creating.
Sinar’s haunt, MCI, as a chef and his own life spreading through the building, withdrawing, reaching and a return of ownership for spaces he creates.
Up the road a bit and I could see F&E over the roof of the Lodges. LRH Films and Equipment, where Annie worked and where I proposed to her, and why the flowers in the first place. There was a symbolism to this, and a recalling of my happier days.
I had bought them one day in LA. I’d written a note for her “ Say uncle, there’s more where these came from”. I’d dropped them off with Roberta Lantz to give to Annie and went back to my post, just after supper. Later that night Annie called me and asked me to come to F&E; she wanted to talk.
I got there sometime late in the evening, maybe 10:30 p.m., and asked to see her. I was shown to an anteroom of the darkroom where she worked. I waited, leaning up on a counter, with my arms folded across my chest, ready for rejection, hoping for her hand. She came out of the darkroom, in her white uniform but with a powder blue sweater on for the cold temperature of the space. I think it had a little design on it, maybe a teddy bear. I don’t recall exactly as I was so taken by the color and her hair over her shoulders and the figure of this woman I loved so deeply.
She stood across from me, maybe four feet away and looked me straight in the eye and paused.
I stood, as cavalierly as I could mock up, but excited beyond description and held the look and the silence.
She began to speak.. softly saying… “Uncle.”
And our life began with our first real kiss.
Returning to Gold, and looking at that space, I did cry. But this time, it was different than all the tears I’ve shed over these years we’ve been forced apart. This time there was an end to it. She’s not there, she is free again, and we know each other with no space or time to separate us as beings. We won Dave. There is nothing you can do to tear asunder what we alone create.
With R&W complete on this spot, I felt very much awake, very much aware and continued on, east of the Main Booth.
Sinar said he didn’t want to go on, up the road. I urged him forward as I needed to continue and I wanted a suitable spot to place the bouquet. As we went up and came directly across from the Villas, while I was looking at the various places on the other bank of the road, the back of theMainGoldBuilding“36” as it was known, I felt something and my attention went to the Villas.
There it was, Dave’s offices, and as clear as the exhaust from a dump truck, a black roiling mass of hate and frustration.
I asked Sinar “Do you see that?”
“Yes” he replied. “I’ve seen since the Guard Booth. That’s why I didn’t want to come up here”.
I called across the road to Dave. “Hey, come on out, you pussy”. And in that moment, with ZERO affect on me from this being’s entheta and hatred, I laughed and realized just how pitiful a coward he really is.
I was done. End Phenomena reached and I could have at will any space there, including Dave’s, and penetrated all through it. I owned it. I could let it be.
As we sauntered back Sinar realized it was probably about dinner time for the staff. It was then I noticed that we had seen absolutely no one from the Base, save a brief fearful encounter by the Guards. In fact, the only person that came close to us appeared to be a non-Scientology PI that was in the area of the Main Booth, and had been filming us.
As I thought about the poor staff, kept within their walls, blinds drawn and in the “intruder” drill, hungry, I thought we’d better walk a bit faster and let them at least have their supper.
Walking back we reached a marked curb where a public bus stop had a sign. There beside it was a nice large stone, and I placed the flowers, carefully removing the twist tie so there was no reason to charge me with littering.
Out of the booth came the non-Scientology PI.
“You can’t leave that there.”
“It’s a public bus stop”. I answered as we walked by.
“Are you refusing to remove them?”
“It’s a public bus stop”. I replied again.
He asked twice more, I responded similarly, and couldn’t help but smile. After all, they were a bouquet of flowers for a loved one, and this was the argument he was having, representing a Church?
He walked up to the spot where I’d lain them, and I decided to pull out the Canon and film him taking them away. I don’t know how or why, but as soon as I aimed the camera, he stopped. He didn’t get to the memoriam, but turned around and carried on filming Sinar and me.
I didn’t see him take away the flowers. Perhaps he saw what it was, he realized himself what I had placed, and maybe, that which is good in him, the angels of his better nature, stayed his progress. I’ll say that is true. Even if it isn’t it’s what he would choose were he to be who he really is.
A few seconds of this reciprocal video game, and I was done. It was so silly.
As we walked back, passing Qual on the other side, and MCI on our side, both places we’d worked with fervor and purpose, we came again to “the Hole”.
This time, with my process complete, I could see a different thing over the Hole than I’d seen first time passed, or up at the Villas. This perceivable mass was thinner, with no hate, and more of an apathy, a dark sort of death pall. I’ve seen this at funerals, which is what it reminded.
It was then that I noticed something about the whole place.
It had no life.
Gone was the vigor I’d recalled. Gone was that feeling of excitement, and purpose, and hope and joy that I completely sensed as I lived and worked there from early 86, just after LRH had left.
All that was there, the only visible life energy, was Dave Miscavige’s hateful, angry bluster-mass, and the thin apathetic pall over the Hole, with all else noticeably absent, even the Guards unable to speak and needing a via.
I looked at this once bustling hive of purpose and the postulate of freedom for beings in all places and saw it was bereft of the real life that animated it. The life and creation of beings like Sinar and myself.
As we got to the car, Sinar got up an artistic urge and wanted to take shots of me in the fading sunlight.
I was happy. So I stood where he wanted me and he reeled off some pix.
My happiness is expressed by the awareness that I am free to create anything I want. I created spaces at Gold, building a large majority of the places I saw at one time on the track. Here is a new unit of time, and what lies ahead is the infinity of future.
For those at Gold. There will come a day when you muster in MCI and someone else will speak to you collected there, other than David Miscavige.
You will be told “It is over” once again, only this time it’s the end of the torturous years. The end of the toiling, with nothing to show. The end of the reversal of your goodwill and intention and malignment of your being by this single Suppressive Person. The end of the “ogre” and the return of truth and cause to you.
You will be “shell-shocked” and dazed. You’ll be asked to walk freely among the areas you choose, leave if you want to, as the gates are opened, but just walk and talk to whomever you wish and whatever you please.
You are being given full pay and a fair exchange for you work. Go to the canteen, splurge. Go to town, buy whatever you want. If you come back, it is on your own determinism. We’ll be doing some Group Processing next. I think you’ll like it. But it is your choice to be here for it.
It is time to deal with the past and clear it. To be here in the present. To decide what is the future.
There are those of us who wished, who have come here to help you as we can – to be truly FREE.
I’ve added another book to the recommended reading section. It is Life Is So Good by George Dawson and Richard Glaubman. Dawson was 101 years old when he worked with author Glaubman to chronicle his life which touched on three centuries. Dawson had become somewhat famous after having checked into Elementary school at 98 years of age to learn to read.
This book will be of particular interest to those who bought into Dianetics or Scientology out of concerns for health and longevity – two things the subjects have consistently promised to better. In a way the book validates the core reasons the subjects posit as the primary causation of ill health and early expiration. On the other hand, it might help free one from the misconceptions the Corporate Scientology culture hammers into one about the alleged importance of becoming superman and lording over people and things.
It is a wonderful exercise in ‘problems of comparable magnitude’ (a Scientology concept that if you view a problem you are having against ones of greater magnitude than your own, your problem won’t look so nasty any more). Worried about starting a new life outside of the cult in your forties, fifties, sixties or seventies? Read George Dawson’s story.
In either event, it is a simple, enjoyable, and educational read. It is a view of the 2oth Century from eyes that simply observed with no jaundice, no agenda, no disappointment, no justifying.
It also a great study in the Tao. Though Dawson never references it and presumably was never aware of the writing Tao Te Ching, he certainly understood and lived in accordance with the Tao.
There was a wonderful book written one time called – I think it was The Case of Seargent Grescha or Grischa. It had to do with the fall of the German Empire. The fall of the German Empire was postulated to have occurred with the German army’s arbitrary execution of a Russian soldier by the name of Grischa. He had not sinned against the German state in any way. It was totally unjust that he was executed through the indolence, incompetence of various German officers, so forth. And it builds this whole thing up into the whole rhyme, “For want of a nail the shoe was lost, for want of a shoe the horse was lost, for want of a horse the rider was lost, for want of the rider the battle was lost and all for the want of a horseshoe nail.”
Well, interesting example of the state forgetting or overriding the rights of one human being with terrific consequences because the death of Grischa, by the way, was historic – World War I – it evidently actually occurred — and I know that it did cause riots, not amongst the Russian soldiers, but caused riots amongst the German troops. And a lot of smoke occurred through the death of one person who was wronged.
— LRH, Personality, 14 August 1951, Wichita Kansas
In my opinion we have yet to hear of Miscavige’s Seargent Grischa. But I have a strong premonition we will in 2012. And it will be our several year collective emanation of truth and energy that will make the reaction possible. I am preparing for the fall out.
There has truly been a river of warmth, kindness and support!
I just want to say thank you for your caring communications in answer to my post as well as through emails and Facebook messages. I have been quite amazed to receive literally thousands of such emails and messages.
I would like to make a point about all of this – if it wasn’t for the unbelievable support we have gotten from so many this entire quest for truth and justice might already have been squashed. What has given us strength and resource has been the fact that so many people have come with support – information, brilliant ideas and funds to help with the legal defense. We have even had some help in getting more clients for our marketing business after losing many of ours. All of this has served to give us the strength and organization to be able to present the truth. And it is the truth that can pierce through 16 inch thick armor. And remember “truth is the only thing that can go through 16 inch armor plate steel.”
We have an attorney team that truly is incredible. They often work longer hours than Sea Org members and they are in it for the cause of justice. On top of that, they are absolutely brilliant. And they know they are up against deep pockets that can pay for the most expensive counsel. Independents have been there every step of the way since the TRO and suit were filed with support in every way.
It is a real shame that parishioners’ hard earned money is being used to cover up the crimes and gross human rights violations being committed by the “leader” of Scientology.
Anyway, it is I who owe you the thanks. Those who have come through with real help to win this battle. Whether it is being done to help salvage Scientology from ruin or to protect human rights or whatever drives you – your help is the only reason we are able to have the strength, resource and skill to fight this battle and have any hope of winning.
As has been covered on this blog, we were served with a 34 page motion for summary judgement. In a nutshell, on May 7th, the Church of Scientology will walk into a hearing with a judge, and demand that Wayne and I are found guilty without trial. If they can prove none of the facts that make their case are in dispute, a judge can simply bang down the hammer and our case will never go before a jury. The work that is ongoing to prepare our answer to this is considerable.
To deal with this we are asking for your continued help. And please be assured, no information will be divulged by us as to the source of any donations or otherwise. Any and all information will remain completely confidential no matter what pressure is brought to bear. You can donate to the defense fund here: www.debbiecookbaumgarten.com ;
Maybe my new nickname should be THE GIRL WHO KICKED THE HORNETS NEST! And it is a hornets nest of out ethics at the top. But it can’t be allowed to just go on. It has been going on to the extreme detriment of many good people and to the detriment of a movement that would otherwise be thriving, helping others and protecting and preserving human rights.
If only the last 30 years of real stats for Scn orgs internationally, like Auditors Made, Grade Chart steps completed, Releases, Clears, OTs made, bodies in the shop, etc. could be laid out on graphs. The decline would be shocking. If only the public saw those real stats instead of the BS that they see at the glitzy events, maybe it would break the spell and they could see that we aren’t in Kansas anymore.
Deep down you always believe that truth and good wins in the end, but when you look around in life that often doesn’t really seem to be the case. Those who can afford top legal defense certainly have a way of getting away with murder. So we definitely have our work cut out for us.
Thank you again for your support. We have a ways to go to win. But it can be done!
On March 13, 2012 Moving On Up A Little Higher received its sixth millionth (6,000,000) visit.
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