Remember when you were in? Remember when you talked to people who weren't? Remember how you felt like you had an amazing secret to share? Remember when you were trained how to find somebody's ruin and bring him up the scales?
Remember that guy? Remember that guy who seemed pretty uptone. He seemed sort of bright. He even asked you about your yellow Tshirt. He seemed like someone you might have known in a past life and you really really want to help him find his way out of the endless dwindling spiral of degradation. So you did what any good Scientologist would do. You "enlightened" him.
You told him that by becoming a Scientology Volunteer Minister you learn how to handle pretty much everything in life. You explain a few of the chapters and he seems interested and asks really good questions. You are sure he is well into interest so you tell him to just sign up for the course. He asks if you did that course would you have the knowledge and ability to lead a large corporation or perhaps a small country. You enthusiastically assure him that it is possible to do so with the tools you will have after studying standardly and drilling to full EP each of the checksheet requirements. He laughs and says he really just wants to have a good relationship with his family and friends and be popular with his neighborhood association. Of course you assure him that he can achieve any purpose at all.
Then he asks the tough questions and those are the ones you really do hate. He asks why the mission isn't more prosperous, since we have the tools necessary to run a successful business or social group. He asks why I drive such a crappy car or how many times I've been divorced since becoming a Scientologist. He asks why we don't just take over the media and turn it into something theta with this amazing course. That's when you realize he's a complete ass and just doesn't get it.
So you sort of toss him off and say. We could but we don't because that isn't our purpose line. It probably will be some day, but not just yet. You would have back then said something like this or some other lame excuse for reading picture books in a course room decorated with demo kits and an overtired overworked course supervisor who rushed in from his or her dayjob to stand around in the courseroom and use high ARC to make sure everyone (both people) was winning.
I guess what I'm saying is. Now we're that guy. We're that guy who seems nice enough, but we hated him because he didn't "get" Scientology. Now we're that guy who doesn't get how those crazy Scientologist don't see how ridiculous they are. I wonder if someday we'll hate who we are now.
Maybe that is the endless trap. Maybe the whole of life is continuing to realize how stupid you were. I know there are some here who claim they were never stupid and never really compromised their own observations of truth. But some of us admit we were just dumb as shit to fall for Lron. Maybe we'll become who we hate today. Wouldn't that be ironic?
Just on a ramble. Please weigh in as you see fit.