I was recruited into the Sea Org when I was 13. I was fed a large handful of lies in order to get me to join. This became evident to me upon my arrival at PAC base in 1992. My immediate reaction was to run for the hills. Problem was, my recruiters had driven me down to LA from the Bay Area and I had no where to go. I also was mortally afraid of the damn Freeloader Debt. I was certain that I would be slapped with some hugs financial burden if I just put my foot down and said "No, this aint happenin". I was a very naive young girl.

Back in 1976, I was still wet behind the ears as an SO member, just two years in. But, I had won favor with Mark Ingber and I was placed on a special project with Sue Price, (who later sent out the my SP Declaration, by the way) Cirrus Porter, and Jesse Prince.

This project was for the CMO. The four of us were given a large office in the complex, and a very interesting task to fulfill. We were placed out of FOLO or Flag jurisdiction, and given the authority of the CMO to carry out our mission.
The mission was to obtain information on every staff member in the PAC area.

MUSICAL CHAIRS - INT BASE STYLE

It was just another day in hell.

We had been “restricted” to the CMO Int/WDC conference room for 2 months now. The basic R-factor (Reality Factor) was that until all org boards and postings for the Int Base, FB and Class V orgs were done, we were not allowed to leave. We had to sleep under our desks each night and food was brought in. We were allowed to go down to the Gold Estates Building for showers if we went down real early. We were not allowed to be around while other base staff were around.
We were allowed to go to different areas of the Base, if it was regarding a specific COB order that had been issued. If we were to have been found to cross order COB in any way while we were in any areas, it was an immediate RPF assignment.