I got a PM this morning around 6 AM, that aroused a vent in me, that you are about to read, if you continue. Consider this a belated KR
In 1968, when I was a 17 year old high school senior,
I got involved with Scientology along with nearly 2 dozen of my friends.
I had a girl friend, who I love(d) and who loved me.
My life was on track.
I got involved, with the idea of helping others, not of being helped. I had been looking for a synthesis of philosophy, science, and religion. Scientology seemed to match up.
I had done grass, hash, and acid. Because of that, there was a haze or mass that I was walking around in, that I could see. It didn't seem to affect my life though.
I was a working farm boy and rock and roll band roadie in addition to going to school (which I ditched as often as possible). I had my own money. I was making $25. an hour. Auditing cost $25 an hour.
I mentioned to an auditor the haze I perceived. They set me up with Eddie Wooderson, a Class Vl auditor to do a GF40 (Green Form). He found an incident. Eddie put me deep in an incident 100,000 years ago, ran me into it until I was practically unconscious, and then ended session, saying he was a Class Vl auditor and this was beneath him to audit.
I was a newbie, and paying for the auditing! i walked around in a daze for six months after that. Finally I got a dianetic auditor friend to finish the incident off.
I was 17 years old and he just left me there because it wasn't worth his time to get me through it.
Because of that, and the subsequent handling I got from his wife, Cherie (another Class Vl), where she sat me down and asked me repeatedly if I knew who I was. My answer being "yes" for the first dozen or so times. I finally, realized she didn't want my answer. She wanted another answer, so I said "maybe" and she put me in Enemy and had me work out of it to Non E to her satisfaction -- not mine. This was really degrading. Not humbling. It was degrading.
In all this mess, I hung in, but lost my girl friend. My friends all moved to LA, and I stayed in Nor Cal. I went out the bottom.
Once I learned to audit, I was appalled at what they did to me. They violated most of the basics of auditing: get the PC through it, end on a win, what turns it on will turn it off, take the PC's data - to name a few.
Those two people couldn't audit their way out of a paper bag, yet someone passed them, and allowed them to finish the briefing course.
Since that time, I've only had one auditor, who was as egregiously bad as them, Eric Woolery. Why anyone ever gave him permission to audit is anyone's guess.
What is so fucking hard about the basics of auditing?