me myself & i
Patron Meritorious
That seems to articulate fairly well my experience of Scientology pre-wake-up.
When I was first introduced to the concept (*truth*) that the world was run by social psychopaths (12 of em) coupled with the concept (*truth*) that every painful experience I ever had was *someone elses fault* coupled with my auditing experience (*truth*) that I was eaten by a lion in 1600 BC, coupled with the concept (*truth*) that the world was divided into two camps, us vs. them (i.e. scientologists vs wogs) I knew I had arrived. And I was on the side of Good, not Evil.
My parents were the first to find out.
These two bastards secretly hated me from before I was even born and they put me through sheer hell (had to go to school against MY WILL, do homework against MY WILL, do chores around the house against MY WILL and committed all other manner of suppressive acts against MY WILL). I was just a Big-Eternal-Thetanic-Being in a very very small body, those bastards.
I was home.
L. Ron Hubbard had come to this earth for no other reason than to set me free. (and the whole wide world too, after me.)
I was ecstatic.
Having a tid bit of knowledge of 'third party technology' I immediately set out to have my parents get a divorce. Their 40 year marriage was a farce from the beginning, from my point of view (and from Rons point of view too). They were mere wogs hell bent on destroying not only me, but hell bent on destroying all of humanity. I was pissed.
Why hadn't I noticed that before?
In short, I was aberrated and didn't know it. Scientology cleared that up for me.
I remembered one day (in auditing): I was running around the house when I was about 3 years old with a clothes hanger that was undone (it was then just a long wire) and my mom was screaming at me to put it down. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks, a cog like I had never had before (reading dianetics) Mom had tried to abort me!!!! She hated me!!! And Dad hated me too!!!
Now hell knoweth no fury like the wrath of an aborted being that survives. And my admiration for Ron and his live saving Scientology-Technology increased exponentially.
So mom and dad got the divorce and my brothers and sisters were next on our list (mine and Rons).
Mom died in a nursing home a few years later (stupid wog) and dad committed suicide right after mom dropped her body (low toned wog-emotion run wild).
Clearing the planet to make everyone else on the planet just like me isn't easy, but its a job for tough son-of-a-bitchs like me.
A few years later a new-cog kicked in.
I loved David Miscaviage.
mm&i
When I was first introduced to the concept (*truth*) that the world was run by social psychopaths (12 of em) coupled with the concept (*truth*) that every painful experience I ever had was *someone elses fault* coupled with my auditing experience (*truth*) that I was eaten by a lion in 1600 BC, coupled with the concept (*truth*) that the world was divided into two camps, us vs. them (i.e. scientologists vs wogs) I knew I had arrived. And I was on the side of Good, not Evil.
My parents were the first to find out.
These two bastards secretly hated me from before I was even born and they put me through sheer hell (had to go to school against MY WILL, do homework against MY WILL, do chores around the house against MY WILL and committed all other manner of suppressive acts against MY WILL). I was just a Big-Eternal-Thetanic-Being in a very very small body, those bastards.
I was home.
L. Ron Hubbard had come to this earth for no other reason than to set me free. (and the whole wide world too, after me.)
I was ecstatic.
Having a tid bit of knowledge of 'third party technology' I immediately set out to have my parents get a divorce. Their 40 year marriage was a farce from the beginning, from my point of view (and from Rons point of view too). They were mere wogs hell bent on destroying not only me, but hell bent on destroying all of humanity. I was pissed.
Why hadn't I noticed that before?
In short, I was aberrated and didn't know it. Scientology cleared that up for me.
I remembered one day (in auditing): I was running around the house when I was about 3 years old with a clothes hanger that was undone (it was then just a long wire) and my mom was screaming at me to put it down. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks, a cog like I had never had before (reading dianetics) Mom had tried to abort me!!!! She hated me!!! And Dad hated me too!!!
Now hell knoweth no fury like the wrath of an aborted being that survives. And my admiration for Ron and his live saving Scientology-Technology increased exponentially.
So mom and dad got the divorce and my brothers and sisters were next on our list (mine and Rons).
Mom died in a nursing home a few years later (stupid wog) and dad committed suicide right after mom dropped her body (low toned wog-emotion run wild).
Clearing the planet to make everyone else on the planet just like me isn't easy, but its a job for tough son-of-a-bitchs like me.
A few years later a new-cog kicked in.
I loved David Miscaviage.
mm&i
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