The old days - Aboard the Apollo - 1973

[CarmeloOrchards]

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?

[afaceinthecrowd]

I knew the Wooderson's...a little while after they chopped you up they did their Class VIII at AOLA (they did their BC at St. Hill)...they were a well matched couple as both were 10th Degree Blackhat Goofball Fuckwitt Slugs...and I'm toning this down.

I learned early on that an Auditor's "Class" and "Case Level" was far less important than their Head and Heart. That shoulda told me something right there.

Face

[RogerB]

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,

snipped . . . .

What is so fucking hard about the basics of auditing?

For those who don't or can't care for another, the caring for another.

To do an honest job of auditing another you've got to care about them, their welfare and that you do it honestly.

Any SOB who would do what you related just simply is to much of a low-life to care for a fellow human Being.

R

[CarmeloOrchards]

Tonight is the Grammy Award show.

Let's just look back at previous Grammy awards for a moment:


1963
Record of the Year
Tony Bennett for "I Left My Heart in San Francisco"
Album of the Year (other than classical)
Vaughn Meader for The First Family
Song of the Year
Leslie Bricusse & Anthony Newley (songwriters) for "What Kind of Fool Am I?"What Kind of Fool Am I? performed by Anthony Newley
Best New Artist
Robert Goulet

1964
Record of the Year
Henry Mancini for "Days of Wine and Roses"
Album of the Year (other than classical)
Barbra Streisand for The Barbra Streisand Album
Song of the Year
Henry Mancini & Johnny Mercer (songwriters) for "Days of Wine and Roses" performed by Henry Mancini
Best New Artist
Ward Swingle (The Swingle Singers)

1965
Record of the Year
Astrud Gilberto & Stan Getz for "The Girl from Ipanema"
Album of the Year
João Gilberto & Stan Getz for Getz/Gilberto
Song of the Year
Jerry Herman (songwriter) for "Hello, Dolly!" performed by Louis Armstrong
Best New Artist
The Beatles

1966
Record of the Year
Jerry Moss (producer) & Herb Alpert (producer and artist) for "A Taste of Honey" performed by Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass
Album of the Year
Sonny Burke (producer) & Frank Sinatra for September of My Years
Song of the Year
Johnny Mandel & Paul Francis Webster (songwriters) for "The Shadow of Your Smile" (Love Theme From The Sandpiper) performed by Tony Bennett
Best New Artist
Tom Jones

1967
Record of the Year
Jimmy Bowen (producer) & Frank Sinatra for "Strangers in the Night"
Album of the Year
Sonny Burke (producer) & Frank Sinatra for A Man and His Music
Song of the Year
John Lennon & Paul McCartney (songwriters) for "Michelle" performed by The Beatles

1968
Record of the Year
Johnny Rivers & Marc Gordon (producers) & The 5th Dimension for "Up, Up and Away"
Album of the Year
George Martin (producer) & The Beatles for Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Song of the Year
Jimmy L. Webb (songwriter) for "Up, Up and Away" performed by The 5th Dimension
Best New Artist
Bobbie Gentry

1969
Record of the Year
Paul Simon & Roy Halee (producers) & Simon & Garfunkel for "Mrs. Robinson"
Album of the Year
Al De Lory (producer) & Glen Campbell for By The Time I Get To Phoenix
Song of the Year
Bobby Russell (songwriter) for "Little Green Apples" performed by Roger Miller / O.C. Smith
Best New Artist
José Feliciano

Missing from the awards:












Although John and Paul, their band, and their producer, each got one award over those years, it would seem that the phenomena, known as "The Beatles," was largely ignored.

So much for recognition by peers.

[Ted]

Tonight is the Grammy Award show.

Let's just look back at previous Grammy awards for a moment:


[...]

Although John and Paul, their band, and their producer, each got one award over those years, it would seem that the phenomena, known as "The Beatles," was largely ignored.

So much for recognition by peers.

Umm... Ah... They had no peers, not as songsmiths, not as a pop phenomena, not as social changers and commentators, not as a great little band.

Paul McCartney's new album, "Kisses On The Bottom," is his ever present, wise-cracking-Beatle way of saying, "Kiss my ass. I'm still here!"

(But it's actually a line from the song, "I'm Going To Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter.")

Writer: AHLERT, FRED E. / YOUNG, JOE

I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I'm gonna write words oh, so sweet
They're gonna knock me off of my feet
A lot of kisses on the bottom
I'll be glad I got 'em

I'm gonna smile and say
"I hope you're feeling better"
And close with love, the way that you do
I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you

I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter
And make believe that it came from you
I'm gonna write words oh, so sweet, yeah!

Lotta kisses on the bottom
I'll be glad I got 'em
I'm gonna smile and say
"I hope you're feeling better"
And close with love, the way that you do

I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you...

I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter
And make believe it came
Make believe that it came from you!

[afaceinthecrowd]

I knew the Wooderson's...a little while after they chopped you up they did their Class VIII at AOLA (they did their BC at St. Hill)...they were a well matched couple as both were 10th Degree Blackhat Goofball Fuckwitt Slugs...and I'm toning this down.

I learned early on that an Auditor's "Class" and "Case Level" was far less important than their Head and Heart. That shoulda told me something right there.

Face

I'm rarely that caustic...although I've been known to have a few excoriating words for El Ron, DM, M&M and and one or two others her and there.

However, if Eddie or Cherie...or any of the others I have castigated on ESMB...are here, I don't apologize. If ya don't likes what I'v's said then call me out.

I saw some Wooderson's "Products" that weren't real pretty...not very pretty at all.

Forget about the "Tech" and "Black Dianetics"...you can do some serious hurt to another when they are Trusting you, have Faith in what you supposedly know what you're doing and are, in that faith, baring their Soul and opening the depths of their Heart.

Face

[Ted]

Certainly one peer possibility as far as songsmithing and musicality comes by way of Brian Wilson and The Beachboys. He wrote, and they sang, of life, nothing airy-fairy or too philosophical, just everyday stuff--guys, girls, cars,surfing, dancing, enjoying life.



Here's a deviation from the guys/girls/cars formula. "Surf's Up." I still don't get Van Dyke Parks' poetry as the imagery comes across to me as fragmented concepts, but the music is beautiful.

[Mark A. Baker]

... What is so fucking hard about the basics of auditing?

Being there & confronting. At least for some.


Mark A. Baker

[FoTi]

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?

What a pompous ass...That was heartless. And his wife was an idiot. The insane, the ignorant and the stupid should never be allowed to audit....not ever!

[CarmeloOrchards]

Yes. Quite a foolish move. A sure way to kill the subject.

There are some processes and rundowns in the act archives: alt.clearing.technology or Homer's archives at www.clearing.org/.

further on the subject of Knowledgism:

it seems that Alan's friends, and the staff, that didn't inherit the place (David and Ceil), have been shown the door.