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Discussion in 'Stories From Inside Scientology' started by scooter, Nov 15, 2008.

  1. More inout. More input....

    I was vaguely aware that you were very literary; mainly because of the number of novels I saw you plough through.

    But man: you ARE a writer.

    Enjoying the pace and the particulars very much.

    Cheers,
    Dean

    Question: Where is Bede these days?
     
  2. Carmel

    Carmel Crusader

    Bede is living in Sydney. He did go back to NZ with his family (for a few years), but has been back in Oz for a long time now. He's doing well.
     
  3. Panda Termint

    Panda Termint Cabal Of One

    Great story, Scooter, I'm loving every word of it!
    God, you're bringing back a lot of old memories.
    Please continue... or should that be, "OK. Continue."? :)
    Cheers, Panda
     
  4. scooter

    scooter Gold Meritorious Patron

    More's coming, my friends - thanks for all the comments and such.:D

    I just hope you all realize this story will take a while to unfurl - I've only done the first year so far.

    I'll try to get some more done tonight for you - but no promises!
     
  5. I told you I was trouble

    I told you I was trouble Suspended animation


    Love your style Scooter ... :giggle:
    :hattip:
     
  6. scooter

    scooter Gold Meritorious Patron

    I had to get auditing on my PTSness. The person doing this auditing was a student and I had to help him get through some cramming before he could take me into session. We went up on the roof of the building in Lee Street to do a thing called “50-foot TRs,” where he read out lines from Alice in Wonderland and had to say them to me over the distance of approx 50 feet. Then he took me in for some auditing and it didn’t go well at all. I felt crap after it and had “red-tagged” (means had not been doing well after the auditing so a big red tag got put on my folder indicating it had to be fixed up immediately). I got taken back into session the next day and patched up but I still wasn’t feeling too good.

    A few days later I’d gone to see one of the day staff to get my back fixed (she did adjustments) and I mentioned what had happened so she just calmly asked me for an “earlier-similar” type of upset to the one I’d mentioned in session and the next thing I knew I was back in 1930 and told her all about what I could recall of this particular time. I suddenly felt a lot better so I decided it must be real and we had a cup of tea and I went on my way. Just down the street from her house (it was a Saturday night) was a concert being given by an old folkie (I thing it was Tim Currie) so I went in and got glared at by the performer as I was late but I didn’t give a shit – I was feeling fantastic. I walked to the front of the hall and squatted in the aisle and listened and I had no problems just being there and listening to the music – a far cry from my old days of being totally stoned whenever I went to any sort of gig,

    The staff courseroom in Qual took up most of the space there and was usually full of day staff doing their study. Everybody and their dog used to turn up – literally. One of the girls had a dog that she brought to work with her that would run into Qual and sit next to her – the guy being the course sup cracked us all up one day when he was calling the roll before course as he called out the dog’s name too – it was a very unserious place to be then.

    There was a fantastic number of new staff who came on in this period – most didn’t stay but every week there were at least four new staff in the Qual courseroom for either or both of the orgs – all very earnestly counting the number of windows in the wall or measuring out how big the courseroom was – it was all part of the first course you did when you joined staff, called Staff Status Zero. It basically just took you around the building and got you to find where everything was.

    There was a core of Sea Organization people who ran the Day organization and they used to have their meals in the tiny dining room next to Qual – some nights the laughter and general noise level was amazing as they sat together discussing who knows what but certainly having a wonderful time. None of them are still around that I can now recall – most have died and quite a few left the Church in the next few years.

    There was also the famous Scientology touch footie team that I so wanted to be part of but couldn’t because they played on the weekends when foundation was working – I unsuccessfully tried to get off for just a few hours to play but my seniors wouldn’t buy it, so I eventually gave up trying.

    There was also a hell of a lot of partying going on – mostly the Day staff people but a few of us Foundation people would turn up and then go to work Sunday morning a little hungover after sleeping on someone’s loungeroom floor. Most of the Foundation staff had steady daytime jobs and didn’t do much partying at all – and all the young women tended to join Day rather than Foundation and I tried to see how I could change orgs but my enquiries never led me anywhere. But the parties were fun – usually near the beach somewhere and then everyone would go for a midnight swim if it were warm. I think I only ever got a minor telling-off once for turning up more dishevelled than usual one Sunday morning after a particular strenuous night – it wasn’t that I was drinking much at these events, but being back in the org by 8:30 Sunday morning was always really tough when all the other party goers were still sleeping in whatever house we’d used.

    My pay was minimal IF anything at all. At best I got $10 a week but usually nothing when the average wage in the workforce was around $250 a week. That was all going to change when we Cleared the Planet in the next five years or less so I stuck at it and talked up how good it was and how happy I was now and how I wasn’t doing drugs any more nor spending nights at the pub nor having casual sex with strangers.

    I’d begun something called the Sweat Program, something everyone who’d joined the Church and had previously had taken LSD had to do. It involved wearing a rubber-lines tracksuit and running for an hour every day. One also had to take certain doses of vitamins and minerals as well. The theory was that getting the circulation going well every day plus the vitamins would dislodge the LSD crystals that were lodged in the body and flush them out, usually in the sweat as one ran. There were certainly moments when I was “tripping off my head” while doing this – purple spaceships following me and such were fairly common occurrences during this time. It felt good getting fit again and having the drugs “come out” was a bonus – I was feeling so much better while doing it but ended up stopping as I just couldn’t fit in the time. I had been doing it after I got home from the Church and that meant I started running at 11:30 pm at the earliest and finished 12:30am then had a cool-down and a shower and got to bed after 1am every morning and then had to be up before 7am the next morning to do it all over again – it was just too much to keep up. Some of the staff who were in Division One of the org (which handled recruitment, communications and justice) had to finish it or would have to be moved to another Division – as the guys I knew all had full-time jobs during the day as well, I’ve no idea how they stuck it out.

    At the end of 1979, the Church moved into its new building in Castlereagh Street in the Sydney CBD. It was a far cry from the tatty old building in Lee Street where it had been. I spent some of my own time helping build the new auditing rooms on the second floor. Then just before we moved, the first un-official Scientology happening was a wedding. It was my senior, Peter Crutchfield marrying his wife Kerry. It was an absolute hoot and I remember thinking I’d never been to a wedding that was just so much fun. When they’d finished exchanging vows, Kerry turned around to the “congregation” and yelled “I got him!” and we all cheered loudly. I never did ask Pete what he thought. That night I got pleasantly drunk for the first time since I’d joined Scientology. There were a lot of drunk people there – there was a continual procession of people going over the road to the nearby hotel to buy cans of beer and bottles of alcohol. By the time we’d finished (which was very late) the hotel had run out of canned beer.

    The move to the new building took place over one weekend. All of the Day staff were expected to turn up and help and some of the Foundation staff were given jobs to do with moving: the rest of us were expected to somehow keep doing our jobs while the move went ahead. The idea was to “not stop production” while the move occurred. I stayed back after regular work hours to help clean up and put everything in the right place and helped with some of the truckloads of furniture. It was a real “gung-ho” (everyone pulling together) experience and something I’d never experienced before. It all went smoothly and come the Monday morning the front doors opened at the new location and a lot of us were stiff and sore but very happy. The only cost to the Church had been the hire of a truck – everything had been moved on its back. The labour was all free.

    The first thing I noticed was that the Guardians Office people had taken over the best of the top floor office space to themselves. There were two people in a space that, on the lower floors, ten or more of us were expected to share. I never could work out why this was: I was told it was because “they” have to impress the visitors they had as they were working to stop the Church being attacked by the “SPs” – SP is short for Suppressive Person, in Scientology that is an anti-social person who specializes in destroying the good things in life and promotes the bad. It’s an essential part of Scientology doctrine that SPs are behind every attack on Scientology and that SPs always have crimes they’ve committed that they are terrified others (especially Scientologists) will find out about, so they attack Scientology to stop this. So the GO and its later incarnation of OSA spend a major part of their time tracking down these crimes and attacking the Church’s enemies with them. I was told not to think about it as “they” knew what they were doing and were doing a great job making the environment around the Church “safe” for us all to be free to live as Scientologists. I felt a vague disquiet about this but said nothing, just shut up and went back to work.

    Not long before this, I had had a volunteer for the GO ask me to donate money to send some people to Saint Hill GO International headquarters to train up to handle all these SPs. He was taken aback when I refused point-blank and quoted a line from the most-used Policy of the Church called “Keeping Scientology Working” – “Attacks only occur because of no results or bad results.” I told him we needed to get Scientology being applied right rather than trying to handle attacks all the time. He looked at me like I’d just given him a maths problem he couldn’t solve and tried to come up with something to say but ended up mumbling something and wandering off empty-handed. I couldn’t believe he’d not understood what I said. I was sure there were others who had the same strange paranoid view as he did. But I just parked it as one of life in Scientology’s imponderables and went back to work.

    One great thing about the new building was the basement had a real kitchen and dining area that was set aside for staff. One of the women on staff began to bring in hot meals on the weekend and we actually had somewhere to sit and eat like “normal” businesses did. It only lasted a few years before the space was swallowed up by offices – staff welfare was never a major concern.

    It was in the dining area that I first really got acquainted with the Sea Org – the “Elite” of Scientology who work 7 days a week, 14 hours plus a day and sign up for “A Billion years, more or less” to work for the aims of Scientology. An American woman was giving the recruit spiel to someone else and I got interested. Then she found out I had had LSD, which meant I was un-qualified to join. She never spoke to me much after that.

    Hubbard had recently released something called the Purification Rundown, a sauna sweat-out with mega vitamins that replaced the Sweat Program I’d never finished. It was supposed to take only a few weeks to do and I was eager to start. The only problem was I had a part-time job in the daytime that was keeping me alive and it was only for a trial period and I wanted to hang onto it in case it worked out and later became a permanent gig. I stuck it out and about six weeks later began the Purif, as it had become known. EVERY day I had to go out to a gym a few miles from the org, get changed and go for a run then sit in the sauna and sweat. I had to do 2 & 1/2 hours to start with and build it up to five hours, with some breaks from the sauna when I was too hot. I was “twinned” with another staff member called Tom and we soon got sick of running to start with so we played squash instead. Then we began to take a break after a few hours of sauna and play squash again. This got stopped, so it was just back to jumping in the pool to cool off then back in the sauna. For the first few days, all I could smell was MJ coming out of every pore in my body, and I felt really stoned too. Then there was speed coming out and some LSD and dental drugs and finally heroin. One night I was trying to do some word-clearing on someone in the org and I had to keep vomiting in the garbage bin. He naturally was alarmed but I just explained to him that “it’s just the smack coming out man” and he dubiously agreed to continue. Then one morning I was sitting in the sauna and everything went clear and still and I really felt like I was there for the first time in a long time. I couldn’t remember having ever felt so clear-headed. I’d finished, and it felt fantastic. I had enormous amounts of energy and began to paint again – not that I ever had much time but at least I could do it again. I’d stopped being able to paint when I began to take LSD in abundance, but now that block was gone. My physical strength was greater than it had ever been. I looked well and felt well.

    Not long after this (in August ‘80), one of my friends on staff turned twenty so he, I and his girlfriend went to see the Cure at a club down the road from the Org. They weren’t a well-known band then and we had a great night. I drank my usual amount but found out the next morning that The Purif had diminished enormously my tolerance for alcohol – I couldn’t move until well after lunchtime. My mum for some reason had a mixture of sympathy and amusement on her face when she kept dropping in to check on me the next morning

    It was around this time that I decided that I wanted to be a Case Supervisor in the Church. My senior (bless him) was alarmed at this and tried to talk me into being an auditor – after all, one had to be an auditor and run cases before one could be a Case Supervisor and supervise auditors running cases. I didn’t buy it – I wanted to be a C/S. It took me another twelve or so years before I achieved this but it burnt away inside all that time. At the time, I had so much study to do just to be able to do my job that it looked like a pipe-dream but I never forgot it.

    I was becoming increasingly broke and also anxious to get outside more and do something other than Scientology. I wasn’t getting any time on study during work hours and I was having trouble getting in some during the day – every staff member was supposed to do 12 & ½ hours study per week in their own time. When you had to also work another job just to survive it became incredibly difficult, and, as much as I liked study, I needed to eat as well. I had no wheels and my brother, who lived hundreds of miles away in the country, had offered to help me put together a really cheap motorbike. My application for leave to see my family at Christmastime the first year I’d been on staff had been knocked back because I hadn’t found someone to do my job while I was away – I was supposed to get someone to do my job and pay them as needed for their time. It seemed unfair to me then: it seems totally insane to me now. Anyhow, I got OK to have a few weeks off to go to my brother’s place and put together a motor bike and then return to Sydney. I was hanging just to get out of Sydney. I’d never been able to stay in the city for any length of time and the last year had been torture for me – I was hanging for some wide open spaces again.
     
  7. Pixie

    Pixie Crusader

    Great stories scooter! :clap: Keep 'em coming! :thumbsup: Yes I can understand the LSD flashbacks, they used to give me this special dose of vitamins called 'guk bomb's and I used to trip out a lot which was very weird particularly in the middle of the saint hill base, however they still recruited me for the SO which is astounding isn't it.
     
  8. Zinjifar

    Zinjifar Silver Meritorious Sponsor

    Gee, was that the GUK with benzedrine?

    Zinj
     
  9. Pixie

    Pixie Crusader

    Who knows Zinj, I was given a packet a day, GG vitamins in a 'special' formulation, it was nothing short of horrendous and this is about as much as I can remember, but I do remember being told not to forget my 'guk bombs'. :eyeroll:
     
  10. HappyGirl

    HappyGirl Gold Meritorious Patron

    Sounds similar to the way AOLA reception was. Things were so fun in those days. Can't wait to hear how this all turns out. :drama:

    Hahaha! Yes, they let me join too! I didn't realize we had that in common. :) Maybe our recruiters were trippin' also. :omg:
     
  11. Lovesnightsky

    Lovesnightsky Silver Meritorious Patron

    Scooter, nice to meet you and look forward to more of your :typing: !

    :drama: :thumbsup: :bigcry: :omg: :happydance: :no: :dieslaughing: :duh: :happydance:
     
  12. FoTi

    FoTi Crusader

    Good story

    :drama: :clap: More, please. :yes: :drama:
     
  13. scooter

    scooter Gold Meritorious Patron

    Time Out

    I hitchhiked down to my brother’s place – it took me a little over a day to do the four hundred or so k.s. The last time I’d done this journey I was stoned pretty much all the time and had done the last thirty or so k.s with an off-duty policeman who knew my brother and gave me a lift to the door – just as well as I couldn’t remember where he lived exactly. I was just praying he couldn’t smell the MJ on me as I’d just finished a joint before he drove up and gave me a lift. This time I was straight, sober and loving every minute of it. The enormous skies and endless flat plains were a tonic I’d sorely missed. Being mechanically challenged, I couldn’t do much to get the bike together and my brother and his family were heading off for a short holiday. I read Dianetics all the way through for the first time. I stayed, long past the time I should have, and didn’t go back to Sydney nor contact the Church. I had intended to go back like I’d said but it just didn’t work out.

    I ended up on my sister’s farm driving tractors for them as my brother-in-law had severely damaged his back and was going to be out of action for a while.

    Across from the front of the property was the Murrumbidgee River forest that went for miles in either direction. Mornings started with birdsong – if you’ve ever heard a Pied Butcherbird in full song, you’ll know why they are “rated” as one of the top three bird songsters in the world. I woke up to that most mornings. And took grapes fresh from the vine and breathed deep the dry dusty air of inland Australia. And when the rains came, I sat on the verandah exhalting in the smell of the newly-damp air and earth.

    One night I was riding home from soccer practice when I noticed the whole southern sky was alight. As it was in the general direction of Melbourne, my first thought was (literally) “they’ve started an atomic war and I wasn’t invited.” That may have been due to the custom of having a few quiet beers after soccer practice rather than any actual intellectual thought process on my part. It turned out to be the Southern Lights – Aurora Australis. It was an amazing show to be watching on a black winter night in almost the middle of nowhere. I pulled the bike over and sat entranced for quite a while.

    I also got to do other normal things like play with my nieces and nephews – something that I’d always enjoyed but seemed to have been strangely frowned upon by the Church. Whenever I’d tried to have time off to go visit my family, it was always made seem so frivolous. But playing with a four year old niece whose idea of “hiding” was to get under the blankets in her mum’s bad and laugh so hard the whole bed shook – what could be better than those moments?

    I had shipped my Hubbard books down with me and spent nights studying all the things I was supposed to have read when I’d been on post. I was still very much a scientologist and wanted to find out as much as I could as the stuff had saved me from a life wasted. Everything I was enjoying about living on the farm was somehow due to Scientology, or so I thought. But I worried that I may have been “Declared” a Suppressive Person” for leaving and not going back.

    After about five months I got up the courage to write a letter to see if what they thought of me and I got back a friendly reply. They wanted me to come back and get some auditing and I agreed. They wanted me to get them some money before Thursday 2pm (this is the end of the Scientology week and all statistics are taken from this point in time through to the next Thursday 2pm. This leads to a madness trying to get money in before this time so it can be counted on this weeks statistic report) and I tried to do this, upsetting my brother-in-law no end in the process.

    The money got there late and then sat there for six days in a Sydney bank – it was my first taste of the financial insanity that lurks in every Church – it certainly wasn’t the last. The registrar who’d unmercifully badgered me to get the money to him in such a rush now couldn’t be bothered to get it out of the bank until the next Thursday – his name was Paul Sarkany. Nice bloke, shame about the post he was on. Later went up to Int Management or Gold I think. Anyway, I finished up in a hurry and went back to Sydney on my motorbike one afternoon.
     
  14. HappyGirl

    HappyGirl Gold Meritorious Patron

    Don't leave us hanging!! :drama:
     
  15. FoTi

    FoTi Crusader

    More please

    :clap: MORE :clap: MORE :clap: MORE :clap:

    You're a good writer. :thumbsup:
     
  16. ttamaad

    ttamaad Silver Meritorious Patron

    Hey scoot

    Just caught up with this... man what a heap of memories you have bought up. Those parties were so much fun. If I had known you wanted to play in that infamous touch team so much, I am sure there could have been someone who could have pulled some serious strings to get you to play :thumbsup:

    Great story Mate
     
  17. scooter

    scooter Gold Meritorious Patron

    Ah Bill I wish, but I doubt that those strings would've worked. the politics of Foundation were too against it. Don't forget your org was twice as big as mine then and there was a lot of jealousy and bitchiness that went on behind the scenes that even I didn't know about then. Anyway, here's some more before I go outside to do some "real work" today. And thanks HG and FoTi for the kind words :happydance:


    Back Again

    I rode most of the night tucked behind trucks as it was a lot warmer than riding in the open. It was a long night and one that I don’t want to repeat in a hurry. I had little warm gear suitable for riding – my gloves were not even fully leather and my hands were freezing.

    I went to the org the next night and went straight to the Ethics section where I was greeted like a long-lost relative. I was told my “thetan” (what Scientology calls the spiritual being) hadn’t been cancelled and that “they” wanted to just get me “cleaned up” and “winning again.” I did some amends and other things for the Ethics section then I went to the reg and was started on my way to get auditing.

    I came in the next few nights and got my auditing and began to feel good about being there and I wanted to be back on staff. Back I went to Ethics (who was also in charge of recruitment at the time) and signed up again. I wanted only one condition met – Hubbard had stated in a tape called “A Talk on a Basic Qual” (I think that’s the correct title) that if a person fails at a job it’s no use giving him another job to see if he will do better at that. The person has to be able to leave the first job with his head held high or he’ll always consider himself a failure. I wanted, no demanded that I go back to Qual and get all the training I’d missed first time around and be a success on the job that I’d left. This was totally agreed on so I signed up.

    I went down to Qual to see the SSO (Staff Section Officer) (who’d been the Ethics Officer when I was last there but hadn’t finished his Sweat Program so had been taken off that job.) He gave me a TIP (technical individual program) which laid out the courses I’d need to do to be fully trained on my old job. I was to train up on all the aspects of word-clearing first and I got started onto that straight away – first up I was to become skilled in using an E-Meter.

    I spent some time doing my E-Meter training and got really good at “driving” an E-Meter. This was a skill that I’d supposed to have had previously as a priority but had been expected to train up on it in my own time and never been able to get it done. I finished that and went to the Academy where I was told I couldn’t start the next course but had to go see recruitment/ethics immediately. I was peeved as this didn’t sound too promising.

    I walked back up the two flights of stairs and sat in front of the guy who’d made all the new agreements with me and looked at him – he was not able to look me straight in the eye.

    He began to tell me about how the Director of Training (the executive in overall charge of the Academy) was having a hard time because the Course Administrator (the person who kept all the paperwork and supplies etc. straight for the courseroom) had “blown” (left) some time ago and I was needed to go there instead of doing my training and going back to my old job after being a “word-clearer” for a while. I sat and said nothing and he continued to justify why this was a good thing and I could see no way around it, so I eventually grudgingly agreed. I instantly regretted it and he could see I wasn’t happy at all.

    I went down to see the SSO to get my new TIP and he wasn’t happy either – we’d both been shafted, to put it mildly. He told me not to “blow” (leave staff) again, but he put it in a way that he totally understood why I’d want to. I told him I wouldn’t and went off to start work in a place that I never wanted to be in.

    The academy was what had been a theatre/meeting room and had no windows whatsoever – just bare walls and doors. The ventilation was faulty and periodically stopped running all together. It was too hot and stuffy in Sydney’s humid summers and freezing cold in winter. To go from endless space sitting on a tractor all day to this was something I still am upset about twenty-six years later. But it’d been made to seem like a totally traitorous action if I’d refused – not that I’d been given any choice in the matter really. My only alternative would have been to walk out again and I’d just gotten re-started on my Bridge to Total Freedom (the full list of “steps” of scientology that is supposed to take you from messed up person fresh off the street to total cause over everything in this universe, including yourself – I’ve heard it better described as The Bridge to Nowhere by a friend who’s climbed most of it currently available).
     
  18. ttamaad

    ttamaad Silver Meritorious Patron

    :D yeah I know... it was a tongue in cheek comment. Day and Foundation were two poles apart. The politics behind the scenes kept it that way... but dont let me get in the way of your story :thumbsup:
     
  19. HappyGirl

    HappyGirl Gold Meritorious Patron

    :threadjacked: Pardon me, I just have to jack this thread for one second.

    LNS! You unpinked yourself!!! :thumbsup: Was it something I said? :nervous:
    Ok, scooter, continue. :drama: