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Scientology Inc Busted by Village Voice

Editor in Chief of the Village Voice Tony Ortega has published a pretty definitive piece on the source of virtually all black propaganda on the net about Indies.

Scientology Inc Busted by Village Voice

Tony did a great job of investigating and exposing David Miscavige’s Church of Scientology International Office of Special Affairs (dirty tricks and propaganda arm of Scientology Inc) as the the central coordinating point for dozens of sites filled with false and defamatory material on Indies.

Not surprisingly, given the length and complexity of the piece, Tony got one thing wrong that I would like to correct.

Tony wrote that Monique Rathbun (Mosey) took action against the church of Scientology sites when they began to target her.  Wrong.  Monique went after Scientology Inc’s OSA only after they started targeting our peeps (folks who had come to visit us and supported us in other ways).  Those who know Mosey personally can understand that.

 

 

Squirrel Busters Hibernate

That is how the Corpus Christi Caller Times put it.   Since Miscavige folded his tent by Corpus Christi bay in early November, apparently they have hibernated for the winter elsewhere.  While in the scheme of things the Corporate Scientology operation had little impact on the Coastal Bend (several counties surrounding Corpus – the Times’ beat) in general, Miscavige’s antics earned a place on the ballot in the Caller Times reader’s poll top stories of the year in the region:

Squirrel Busters hibernate by the bay

Mark Rathbun moved to Ingleside on the Bay to start a new life away from the Church of Scientology. But as he, his wife and residents of the small community soon found out, a place away from the church doesn’t really exist.

Not when a documentary film crew is following your every move, that is.

“Squirrel” is church jargon for a heretic, and the Squirrel Busters — though the Church of Scientology has said they are not directly affiliated with the church — set out on a mission to make a movie about Rathbun defecting from the church, at any cost.Whether the film is now or will ever be in production, the group of Californians who followed Rathbun around South Texas managed to produce a lot of controversy.

Context from the Times

One hundred and ninety nine (199) days these bozos stayed in town.   Their departure is a story in itself.

The final overt visit by the busters was the day I was arrested, 16 September.  They stuck around another six weeks, literally hiding in the home they had leased less than 200 yards from ours.

They snuck out of town by cover of night while Mosey and I were on the east coast in the beginning of November.  The lease of their squirrel headquarters down the street ran til mid-November.  But they left on 2 November.  That happened to be two days after our one-year lease ran out on our home.  In my estimation, Miscavige had them stick around to get footage of us moving out of our home intending to post it as the accomplishment of their stated intention,  to run us out of house and home town.  By the first they could plainly see there was no sign of moving going on, and poof, they were gone the next day.

Here is SQB’s final overt encounter with me on the afternoon of 16 September 2011:

Mosey and I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you who helped us out through encouragement, energy, and friendship during the siege.  This was no minor defeat you handed the little dictator.

Statistics from Casablanca Tejas

Miscavige’s total response to three intensive weeks of our exposing his NO DELIVERY, FRAUD, FALSE STATS, AND SUPPRESSION is:

When you hear Marty Rathbun accuse the Church of having an empty facility – look at Rathbun’s own “facility.” See what he is “delivering.” Ask yourself how Rathbun is doing in his “mission.” 

That is a literal quotation of what his minions recently put out on their anti-Marty sites and through their anonymous email system.

For those actually engaged in examining the activities and statistics of both sides in attempting to make up their minds, please compare Miscavige’s ENTIRE IAS event to the stats of the past seven days alone from our little house in South Texas.

Oscar on a giraffe

One Auditor Made.  Monique “Mosey” Rathbun completed Level 0 internship by delivery of a text book perfect Life Repair from beginning to beautiful end phenomena.

Well Done Auditing Hours (Mosey and me):  34:33

One Life Repair completion

One Grade IV completion.

C/Sing:

3 Solo NOTs auditors back in the chair auditing.

1 NOTs pre-OT repair.

2 Life Repair completions.

1 ARC SW completion.

1 NOTs Completion.

Several checksheet page completions by several Solo Auditors in training around the world.

Winter plans:

Mosey will be delivering Grades throughout the Winter. I won’t be taking new pre-OTs until May.  Between now and then – in addition to C/Sing for Mosey and others –  I will be working intensively on another project that will result in broad scale false data stripping, de-ptsing, and rehabilitation of wins people have had in Scientology over the past few decades.

Happy Holidays.

Casablanca Redux by Michael Fairman

The day after last year’s Thanksgiving, I sojourned to Ingleside-On-The-Bay and thus crossed my personal “Rubicon”. In an odd twist of history and geography that led to Casablanca. The four days I spent with Marty and Monique began an adventure with the truth. Not only did Scientology work for me as it hadn’t for years in the church, but the time I spent with the “Kingpin” and his beautiful wife gave the lie to the torrent of crap about these two beautiful souls that was pouring from the mouths of those representing Miscavige and his sorry excuse for a religion.

As I say the Rubicon was crossed, because from then on my family and I were subjected to the various forms of garbage thrown at us by those who pride themselves on being spiritually enlightened. It also began a year of attempting to see through layer after filthy layer of what has been going on within corporate Scientology. With each revelation compounding the insanity, I decided to throw everything overboard. I was interested only in having Miscavige’s abuses come to light and acted upon. Screw everything else. Although my wife Joy had been helped by seeing Ingrid Smith, a field auditor, I, despite my earlier wins with Marty, was no longer interested — not in Solo NOTS, or being audited, or taking a course, or even reading a book; and I could no longer swallow the idea that Scientology was the only path and LRH the only and true pathfinder. I found that attitude arrogant and self defeating no matter from where it came.

But life has the continuing and annoying habit of asking us to confront it. So it was for our family of three. There was a barrage of “stuff” coming at us and we were not making great headway against it,  We had only Ingrid close by to turn to, so my daughter and I went back to her. During an amazing communication with us, Ingrid  mentioned how much fun it was for her to be solo auditing. I told her I never wanted to look an e-meter in the face again because of what a drudge it had become. She described the joy and freedom with which she audited, the ease with which things were handled, and the picture she painted was infectious. I also recalled the natural ease with which Marty had audited me. So then and there I decided on one more go-around with “the Tech” and made plans for a trip to Texas.

I left the day after Thanksgiving, exactly one year after my last visit. The symmetry appealed to me, but this time I would spend six days. I had booked my flight late in October, but by the time Thanksgiving week rolled around, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go. But I remembered the sparkling time I’d had with Marty and Mosey, so carrying a wrapped drumstick and wing from the day before, I boarded my plane.

Marty met me at the airport as he did the Friday a year ago, and from that moment I knew things were going to be good. Aside from a couple of adventures we had shared personally during the year, his blog had kept us in continual communication. The friend I had made twelve months ago was now an old friend. I saw again that the drivel  Miscavige, his hired boobies, and the robotic sheeple spouted about Marty’s relationship with those who have left the church was truly absurd. No one kisses his feet, shines his shoes or falls before him on bended knee. He wouldn’t have it. While I was there we watched the film, “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo”. He loved the leading character of Lizbeth. Why? Because she didn’t take any shit, was true to herself, had integrity, would fight for what she believed in, and was intelligent without shoving it in everyone’s face. That’s how he hopes everyone would be, and that’s what he expects of himself.

As before, we had conversations about a multitude of subjects, always returning to the theme of freedom – spiritual, personal and political, and the paths one can take to get there. He introduced me to Victor Frankl and Frederick Douglass, both of whom I read having major cognitions. The ease with which we had our conversations were continued into the auditing room, where day after day I uncovered the lies which I had constructed long ago to rob me of parts of myself. And I came to a number of realizations. Those who disparage Hubbard’s technology, for whatever reason, no longer have any significance for me. It is what it is for them and it is what it is for me. Those who disparage Marty are also of no significance to me. I know who he is both in and out of the auditing room. And the same is true regarding the works of L. Ron Hubbard. I can accept whatever moves me forward and reject the rest.

There is sunshine at Casablanca. The star that rides the sky from east to west every day;  the sunshine of welcome that Mosey bathes you with when you are in her company; the sunshine of truth that Marty is continually searching for no matter where he finds it. Juxtapose this against the dark insanity that is corporate Scientology and I saw that it was also no longer significant.

I had a wondrous six days. In Monique I once again found a gracious, kind, intelligent and compassionate being. Thanks to Marty, who shares those qualities, I again found solo auditing and more of myself. I also found something even more valuable — what it means to walk the “middle path”. I left Casablanca with a renewed energy and purpose, a heightened love and respect for these two unique people, and the knowledge and confidence that our family of three can take on whatever “stuff” life decides to hurl at us.

– Michael

More On Michael:

Michael’s Declaration of Independence

Michael Fairman – A Resurrection Story

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