They spare no expense:
Casa Update Monday 8 August 2011:
Casa Update Tuesday 9 August 2011:
They spare no expense:
Casa Update Monday 8 August 2011:
Casa Update Tuesday 9 August 2011:
References:
Scientology Espionage Exposed: Meet Bert Leahy
https://markrathbun.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/scientology-espionage-exposed-meet-bert-leahy/
The Corpus Christi Caller Times
http://www.caller.com/news/2011/aug/06/former-scientology-film-crew-member-describes-in/
The New York Village Voice
http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/08/scientology_goo_2.php
Background reference: https://markrathbun.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/our-goal-is-to-martys-life-a-living-hell/
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The truth outs:
“Dave flat-out said our goal is to make Marty’s life a living hell,” Leahy said. “That’s a quote. He never said ‘stalk,’ but he said make Marty’s life a living hell with every means possible of impeding his everyday living, and make it so miserable for him and his neighbors that his neighbors will want him to move.”
Read the whole thing:
The Corpus Christi Caller Times
http://www.caller.com/news/2011/aug/06/former-scientology-film-crew-member-describes-in/
The New York Village Voice
http://blogs.villagevoice.com/runninscared/2011/08/scientology_goo_2.php
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The liar is inevitably a coward and the coward inevitably a liar.
– L Ron Hubbard
A tremendous amount of International Association of Scientologists fees are being expended daily to run a black PR operation against me personally as well as a 110 day operation designed to impede me directly and make the lives of Mosey and I a living hell. Miscavige is enforcing the OSA bible Public Relations Series 18 to the tee. Except, as in all things Miscavige touches, he is doing so in the reverse. Hubbard explains the intention of the Black Propagandist in PR Series 18 as follows:
The world is full of madmen. The basic characteristic of extreme madness is perpetual attack, attacks on anything, attacks on persons or things which contain no menace. Extreme, not petty crime is at the root of such an impulse.
The attacker has an evil purpose in life. He is a thing of death, not life. And his harvest is a death harvest. Such a person feels he cannot feel safe unless everything else is dead. His evil purpose takes many forms and expressions. The end product is the same – death.
At bottom, David Miscavige is a coward.
If you’d go to the St Petersburg Times video interview of me, and watch the segment titled Reverse Dianetics at http://www.tampabay.com/specials/2009/reports/project/rathbun.shtml, you will learn that Miscavige did not have the courage to confront me man to man before I left (even with whatever security contingent he chose to bring with him, against me alone). He promised he would meet on my demand to discuss his practice of Black Dianetics at International Headquarters – several appointments, several no shows on his part. I patiently awaited the promised meeting for ten months.
Now, after I spend two years attempting to reverse the Black Dianetics he has laid in he spends twenty thousand dollars a day to send “security pros”, and Kool Aide drinkers (whom he pays handsomely) to attempt to make our lives a living hell here – barking out Miscavige’s venomous lies on our driveway and throughout our neighborhood, filming into our home up to 21 times a day for 110 days.
And Miscavige, necessarily, has them tell blatant lies as to their very identities and purposes that virtually nobody watching believes.
For example, Ralph S Gomez, the “security pro” making big bucks for supervising the voyeurs has identified himself as the Assistant Producer for a documentary company, telling the media, law enforcement, and everyone in our community that line.
Well, the following is a verbatim conversation I had, which Monique witnessed and I duly recorded, with Mr Gomez on 23 June 2011, day 68 of his assignment. This is what the “assistant producer” had learned in more than two months on the job. The one time I caught the coward alone, outside his little pack, during these 110 days.
GOMEZ: It ain’t worth it, man, what you are going through. Fix whatever you did.
RATHBUN: Why don’t you find out before you go trailing someone all around town? Why don’t you find out what it is all about?
GOMEZ: I don’t understand it.
RATHBUN: Then why are you doing it? If you don’t understand it, then why are you doing it?
GOMEZ: All this wouldn’t be happening for no reason. I mean just fix it, man, fix it. IF THIS WAS HAPPENING TO ME, I’D FLIP OUT.
Well, five and one half weeks later, we’re still standing and Miscavige is still trying: living, perpetuating, buying others to forward LIES.
And Miscavige, by now you well know my answer to your offer for me to “fix it” with you and have you and your agents withdrawn. I am fixing it. But, apparently you are operating on another definition of “fix” than I am.
Ralph Gomez, other “professional” cult whores, Kool Aid Drinkers, and others feigning ignorance as to what this is all about, our friends at Indipendologo have summed it up real simple for you. For a concise, accurate brief on Miscavige’s cowardice – note well the skirts he hides behind as he flees from the truth – please have a look at the video produced by DRITTONEIDENTI (means straightinhisteeth) and posted by the founder of the Italian independence movement Gary Baldi. The video appears at the end of the post at this link, http://indipendologo.wordpress.com/2011/08/03/il-leader-dei-leader-parte-1/
The final irony is this. Although it may not appear so to those not intimately involved, and though you all might find it hard to believe in light of events of the past quarter year, I have got David Miscavige exactly where I want him.
Stay tuned.
For those naive enough to continue chasing David Miscavige’s elusive, imaginary and expensive carrots I’ve got news direct from the mouth of your “Pope.”
At the 2005 Maiden Voyage aboard the Freewinds Miscavige already released his version of OT IX – Orders of Magnitude (the “name of state” for the postulated level OT IX on the current Grade Chart). Apparently, few noticed and they have been paying through the nose for it since.
David Miscavige Maiden Voyage Opening Speech June 2005:
It’s great to be back with you– aboard the Freewinds– for what will most definitely be a landmark cruise from which nothing will ever be the same again.
And yes, of that I am certain.
And since you are here, then you most certainly can “feel it.”
That torque of our engine — with a horsepower of millions.
Yes — the power has been building and it’s screaming for take-off.
So, as the first word– let’s honestly confront what we now launch with our OT Summit.
Because, since we gather to celebrate Truth Revealed — that truth is now reverberating across the planet with a Golden Age of Knowledge that will take us to eternity.
Then again — what that truth reveals is “orders of magnitude” — and it’s spelled Ideal Orgs creating effects we’ve only dreamed of.
Miscavige failed to reveal the end phenomena of his version of OT IX. The End Phenomena is bankruptcy, bad health, depression, loss of family and friends, and an unmistakable sense of betrayal.
It doesn’t have to end that way. All one need do is wake up (a feat attainable at any level of the Scientology grade chart).
Another IAS Medal Winner has bitten the dust thanks to David Miscavige’s diversion of IAS donations toward suppressing the truth.
Barbara Ayash was one of the early IAS Medal Winners. She was famous for her Set A Good Example campaign. Apparently, her husband funded it for two decades. When he passed away Barbara was left destitute by Miscavige, IAS, and the “church.” Miscavige it seems is too busy bankrupting people with rolling thunder events, while wiping out the human resources goodwill that enables him to do so. Barbara has been reduced to begging on her own in a noble effort to make ends meet and keep the campaign going.
Here is a very recent email from Barabara which serves as proof as to Miscavige’s and IAS’s true, hidden policies with respect to the overblown hype they feed followers in order to clean out their bank accounts.
Sent: Monday, July 11, 2011
Subject: FW: PLEASE HELP
Dear ———–,
February 2 this year my dear husband Bob passed away.
Now that he is gone to the heavens I am without his help.
I have a small social security income – $829.00 per month.
I have to pay the rent from that amount.
The cost is $799.00 Per month.
So I have only $30.00 per month for food. No money for phone, medicine which
I need now that I am 78 years old.
Our Set A Good Example Campaign for school children is going bankrupt due to the
fact that I have no personal funds to help pay promotion and delivery expense.
Thus I am asking you and all the rest of our usual Set A Good Example Campaign
Sponsors to assist with pulling the campaign out of this financial situation.
Please mail your check to the following address:
Much Love:
Barbara Ayash – President
Set A Good Example Foundation
2212 Royale Rd, #2
Sacramento California 95815,
916-993-5412 phone – no fax
Yet another Miscavige/IAS casualty for Independents to pick up and heal.
David Miscavige, you are setting an example all right. However, it is anything but good.
also see: IAS Atrocities (part one) – Dennis Clark at https://markrathbun.wordpress.com/2011/07/19/ias-atrocities-part-one-dennis-clark/
PS to Miscavige’s agents who have confronted me at LA International Airport and in front of my own home with the screeching “question”, “Hey Marty! Where’s your Way To Happiness campaign?”:
HERE IS BUT ONE FACET OF IT.
One bright spot in the otherwise oppressive International Headquarters Base of Radical Scientology experience for me was encounters with people like Michael “Misha” Priv. Despite long hours, sleepless nights, general suppression, and executing many times pointless work Misha always appeared to me to have a glass-half-full attitude. Recently Misha sent me the forward to a book he is writing on his Scientology experience. He granted me persmission to share it here on the blog. You can find it below this introduction. You gotta love the way this guy rolls.
THE GOLDEN FLEECE
By Michael Priv
FOREWORD
LOS ANGELES, JULY 2005
Spurred by adrenaline rush and pure desperation, I dashed to the back emergency door marked DO NOT OPEN, ALARM WILL SOUND and slammed into it. The sound of alarm tore through the hospital calm with insane intensity. I afforded a quick glance back as I bolted out of the bellowing door. Nothing but a couple of oblivious nurses and medical equipment along the hallway walls. There was no pursuit. Yet.
Momentarily blinded by the sunlight outside, I raced across the parking lot toward the concrete wall, grabbed the top, pulled myself up and over and ran across a busy street on the other side. As a lousy runner, I wanted to put as much distance as possible between me and the expected pursuers. I had to assume that the guards, alerted by my absence and the insane hospital door alarm, would chase after me. A terrifying thought. With my heart clucking somewhere in my throat, I ran into a shoe store across the street and looked back just in time to see one of the guards clearing the wall across the street. He looked around and sprinted to his right along the wall.
I hurriedly marched all the way through the store in long strides toward the back door, soliciting quizzical looks from a couple of Latino sales girls in attendance. I smiled at them, panting with exertion. A long time ago somebody once told me that I had a nice smile. The moment seemed right to try it now. The first door I encountered at the back of the sales area of the store stated DO NOT ENTER in large cheerful letters. I entered. The back door proclaimed once again that alarm will sound and it did—with now familiar ear-splitting intensity. Another parking lot, another wall. A glance back confirmed that I was not being pursued.
I ran across an overpass bridge, then along some street lined up with warehouses and auto repair shops and turned into a grungy alley. Keeping at a brisk clip, I labored to get a full breath into my burning lungs. No resting on the laurels just yet. Freedom was too close to take any chances. Several turned corners later, completely out of breath, I ran into a liquor store with an ironic name “AA Liquors.”
“Can I use your phone, please?” I wheezed, fighting for a breath, to the middle-age, hefty blue-eyed sales lady.
“No,” curt but to the point. “Customers no phone,” she added sternly with a heavy Russian accent.
“That’s okay then,” I replied in Russian with an attempt on a smile which probably came out tortured, “I am not a customer because I don’t want to buy anything from you. So I am okay.”
“That completely changes things! I thought you were a customer!” The lady replied in Russian, laughing, “My name is Anna. Sure, use the phone in the back,” she waved her hand vaguely. “Why are you so huffed up? Hey, you want some?” She handed me her bottle of Gatorade which she was drinking from and I downed the remaining half-forgotten chemical sweetness hungrily.
“Thanks, Anna. I am Misha.”
“You are welcome, Misha. Russians must stick together and help each other, right?”
I nodded despite being a Ukrainian. Who wanted to split hairs? Good being a Russian if you wanted a favor from a chubby, blue-eyed Russian lady by the name Anna. Otherwise, not especially.
I discovered a tiny office in the back with a phone on a table cluttered with papers, a bunch of loose change, torn up bags of potato chips and mangled soda cans. With shaking hands and trembling voice I placed a collect call to my parents in San Francisco.
“Hi mom, it’s me.”
Silence.
“Me who?”
“Your son, Misha.”
“Do I have a son?” mom started crying.
“You do! I just ran away.”
“What?!”
“I am out, mom!”
“How? Where…? Are you okay?”
“I am okay, I am fine… How are you and dad?”
“Never mind that, you scoundrel! Are you in any danger? Are these Scientology bastards chasing after you?”
“Bastards? Mom, listen, there is Scientology which is good and then there is a Church of Scientology which is… Never mind. I am alright. I am in a liquor store in LA, they won’t find me here.”
“What happened?!”
“Well, as you know, I refused to continue working at the International Management Base where I’ve worked all these years and they sent me to LA for a special rehabilitation program…”
“They put you in jail!”
“Well, it is not exactly…”
“Shut up, Misha! They threw you in jail and you escaped!”
“Well, pretty much, I suppose.”
“I hate Scientologists!”
“Mom, that’s unfair. The corrupt Church of Scientology is one thing but tens of thousands of Scientologists who…”
“Shut up! Just shut up! Stop this nonsense! Get on a bus and come home!” mother yelled, “Or are you too brainwashed to do at least that?”
“I have no money, not a penny.”
Silence.
“Okay, hang on, honey!”
Then I heard my mom yelling to my father, “He escaped from that damn prison!” then it sounded as if she dropped the receiver and moved further away from the phone. In a minute my father picked up the phone, “Hey, idiot! How are you?”
“Pretty good, dad, how are you doing?”
“Better than you for damn sure! Eighteen frigging years you gave them! Eighteen best years! You were twenty-seven when you started! And for what?!”
“Not now, dad, please.”
“Okay, okay. Stay where you are, we are getting somebody to pick you up. Call me back collect in a few minutes and give me the exact address.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The line went dead.
“Who are you?” a quiet voice behind me. I turned around and found myself staring into Anna’s blue eyes. How long has she been standing in that door?
“Who are you?” she asked again, wide-eyed.
Who am I? An interesting question. Who am I? A Ukrainian man? A Jew? A US citizen? A human being? An animal? A fool? A brainwashed victim of a hateful cult? A holly man? A soldier? A traitor? A hero? A loser? A former member of the Sea Org, the elite paramilitary management corps of the Church of Scientology? A former translations executive, a member of the International Management of the Church? A convict? A coward? A fugitive?
I looked deep into Anna’s pretty eyes and replied, “I am a Scientologist.”
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For more of Mr. Priv’s fine writing go to www.ThetaWrite.com