I've been working on this for a while. This is the first part. I plan on adding details in the future.
The Beginning of the End
“Okay folks, this is your get-off point,” the bus driver announced. It was 10 AM and the air was nice and cool. I was ready for a day at the beach and some auditing from the Church of Scientology in Santa Barbara. I decided to first locate the Church of Scientology after getting off.
Walking down State Street was certainly an experience I would not forget. “I haven't been here since I was in 3rd grade! How could I have not been able to this beauty and this air?” The excitement I felt was almost unbearable. Finally out of my own house, in a different city and ready to seize the day!
After locating the church, I decided to find a nice spot to eat. Fortunately, I had done my homework the night before and picked out a nice vegetarian place called the Natural Cafe. Of course, I was vegetarian and the food was absolutely superb. Especially since there was a girl that was glancing over at me every so often. :D
I felt a feeling of independence already, and I knew I would probably never see her again anyway, so I went over to introduce myself.
“Uh, uh, uh... my name is... would you... can I...?” I paused for a moment. “What the hell was I doing? I don't even know this girl and now I'm making a complete idiot of myself,” I thought.
“Hi! My name is Krystal. What's yours?” She put out her hand as if I were to shake it. I looked down at her hand, nails just done and short stubby fingers. It must have been a few seconds because she started giggling. She put her hand down on the table. I looked up at her slumping forward slightly.
“I'm Steve. How are you?”
As we began to talk, she asked if I wanted to sit down with her. I accepted, and probably too quickly. As we continued talking, I couldn't help noticing every inch of her body. She would chuckle with a big smile on her face each time our eyes met. Her hair was long and beautiful. Then reality seemed to snap in almost instantaneously. “Wait!” I thought. “Why would she be bothering with a poor shlub like me? Is she putting me on or something?” I put this in the back of mind. A girl was talking to me. Why should I ruin this moment?
“So what do you think?” she asked.
“Hmmm? Oh I think you're great.” She smiled sheeplishly.
“Okay then; nevermind.”
It wasn't long before our conversation turned toward politics and religion. Since living in Utah, I had a much more conservative view of things than I had previously as a very liberal individual when I lived in California before. Now I was just a conservative liberal.
The more we talked, the more it seemed as though we disagreed and were polar opposites. Yet, we both seemed to find a fascination with one another even more so.
She was a Republican. I was a Democrat.
She was outgoing. I was shy.
She had a fiery temper. I was calm and collective (most of the time anyway).
She liked the color pink. I liked the color blue.
She was a Christian, and I? Well, I was a Scientologist.
This caused plenty of grief in our relationship. While the majority of our debates were fun-filled and just playing devil's advocate, we both seemed to take religion seriously. I had something that she didn't. I had a spiritual technology that I had several improvements and wins from. I possessed everything from the ARC Triangle to the Study Tech. I felt it was almost my DUTY to share this knowledge with her.
While I didn't state this upfront to her (merely mentioning that I was a Scientologist), she still seemed to take some interest in what it was. “Excellent!” I thought. “A second date.” I told her that we could talk about it more if she would like to meet me with me again. It was about 1 by now, and I wanted to head over to the Church as soon as possible. She agreed and I gave her some of my contact information. We closed our conversation on a positive note telling her I hoped to hear from her.
“Now,” I said to myself. “Time to head over to the church and get some wins.”
Within in seconds I was walking through the doors to the Church of Scientology.
“Hi! Can we help you?” a nice lady asked behind the desk.
“Yes. I'm from Salt Lake City and I have a course that I need to finish up,” I said.
“Okay. Well, your welcome to go upstairs and begin. Myself or one of the others will be up to help you in a minute.”
I was on the Hubbard Dianetics Seminar ready to begin the auditing portion of the course. Excited, I walked upstairs. While I was only 4-5 blocks away from the beach, I never had the chance to get away to go to it.
“Oh well.” I thought. “At least I could help myself and overcome my withholds.”
After hours of auditing, I hopped on the bus to go back north from whence I came.
To be continued...