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Has Lisa Marie Presley left Scientology?


Well, you decide.

Those are the rumours, but it is just a speculation because she has not announced publicly that she has done so.

Why are people speculating in some ex Scientology boards? Lisa Marie made a huge statement in her song lyric, where she calls herself ‘suppressive’ which in ‘Scientologise’ means a criminal evil person who does harm to others and who is against Scientology.

Well, nowdays it actually means anyone who does not agree with the corrupt regime of billionaire David Miscavige the present  spurious head of the Church.

Rumor has, that someone close to Lisa Marie, went against the abuses perpetrated by those in charge and was declared ‘supressive’ and Lisa was ordered to ‘disconnect’ from this person, even though, Tom Davis the son of Anne Archer who is a representative of the Church, vehemently denies that there is disconnection or religious shunning in Scientology.

Lisa was not very happy with the ‘order’ of disconnection and she came up with a  song called “You ain’t seen nothin yet” as a response to such insane order.

However, there is another rumour that the Flag MAA is calling Scientology companies that have anything to do with Lisa Marie, to make sure everyone knows Lisa Marie has been “declared” and that everyone was to remove her information from their contact lists.  He warned that no one should have anything to do with her.  He also stated the FBI was on its way.

Whatever that means.

Here is the video, below are the lyrics.

Lisa Marie Presley
You Ain’t Seen Nothin’ Yet lyrics

Lay down the law don’t make a sound
Just critical, just going down
I don’t belong
I’ve lost the plot
Not gonna fall
Can’t be what I’m not You can think that I’m evil and I’m all for it
You ain’t seen nothin’ yet If I don’t get with your system then I’m sure to fit
You ain’t seen nothin’ yet Lay down the truth don’t make a sound
Just a piece of fruit who’s hit the ground
I don’t respond
I’ve lost the plot
Not what I thoughtYou can think that I’m evil and I’m all for it
You ain’t seen nothin yet I’m a bit transgressive and suppressive as well
You ain’t seen nothing yet Am I a disruption to your corruption?
You ain’t seen nothing yet
You can think that I’m evil and all for it
You ain’t seen nothing yet

If I don’t get with your system
Then I’m sure to fit

No longer elated, now you’re frustrated
You ain’t seen nothing yet!

You can think that I’m evil and I’m all for it
You ain’t seen nothing yet

If I don’t get with your system then I’m sure to fit
You ain’t seen nothing yet

You can think that I’m evil and I’m all for it
I’m a bit transgressive and suppressive as well
You ain’t seen nothing yet.

I have been told that her myspace blog defending Scn is gone.

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Debbie Cook Counter Sues the Church of $cientology

Here are the lates news on Debbie Cook, stay tuned because I will be adding links throughout the day as they come out:



Debbie Counter Sues the Cof$


She appeared in “Good Morning America” One of the most popular news in the US.


A video of interview in Current Affair


More on the news:






.Dear friends, I got this incredible historical record from the the Captain of the Athena and the Apollo, the first ships that LRH commanded back in the 60’s, you are going to love this story as it is the best one of them all, and I want to share it here in my blog. This is from a person that was there when it all happened.

Aida Thomas, October 2011

                                     Welcome aboard!

By Joe Van Staden who served as Captain of the Athena and the Apollo at various times.

Undoubtedly the story of how it all began has been told more than once – each time from a different perspective no doubt.   In the following account of my personal involvement in the birth of the SO I hope to provide a perspective which may shed some light on later developments within and around that organization.

My first contact with Scientology was in Johannesburg (1960).   There I met L Ron Hubbard for the first time when he came out to South Africa to run the first South African ACC.    Toward the end of 1962 I went over to St Hill UK to do my SHSBC.    In 1965 I did my class 7 course after which my wife Jill and I joined staff at St Hill.    At some point LRH mysteriously disappeared from St Hill.   As we found out later he had left for Las Palmas.

Most people on staff and on course at St Hill in the early and mid 60’s would agree; it was idyllic.    It was a meeting place for likeminded people – people who could not find what they were looking for in life through conventional institutions and teachings.    St Hill prospered.   I believe that period has even been referred to as the golden age or something like that.

It was very easy to just BE and not be concerned as to how you were being.  For instance, there was no ethics officer ready to pounce on my friend for doing his yoga exercises out on the lawn at St Hill.    Nor was there any reason to think that that might happen.    The typical molded org persona, with all its heaviness, which became so prominent in later years, just wasn’t there.

How did this seriousness come about?    In the simplest of terms; when did the “spirit of play” go out of being on staff and was it necessary to stop having fun while in pursuit of greater awareness?   Perhaps I can offer a feasible perspective on that.

One day several senior St Hill staff members were approached by Joan Thomas.    At that point I was Qual sec and my wife Jill was either Dissem sec or HCO at the time.   A bunch of us were recruited into the Sea Project and told to get our sailing skills in order.    So, once a week off we went to the south coast and had our sailing lessons.      It was fun and we also did learn to sail – somewhat.

Several weeks passed and came the day the group was bundled onto a bus and taken to Hull in the north on the Humber River.  By this time we knew we were joining a ship but had no idea what to expect.   As the bus entered this particular section of the harbor we saw her.    Listing about 10 degrees, rusted and battered, there she was; the Avon River – a North Sea fishing trawler pushed to her limits by her previous owners.   I looked at my fellow passengers.  For a moment there was stunned silence.   Then a kind of confused nervous laughter started spreading around the bus.   Was it excitement, I don’t think so.    I think at that instant it was more a case of; What the F….. is this?

 For various reasons, at times I will refrain from using the full names of some of my old shipmates and instead just use initials. 

 Anyway we settled in.   The temporary captain was FM; he and two others had been aboard prior to our arrival.

Without much delay the crew was put to work cleaning and getting the boat ready for sea.    Keep in mind the Avon River was a fishing boat – her decks were covered in about 2 inches of solid petrified fish oil, all of which had to be scraped off.   For several weeks we worked long hours but as far as I can remember, not a single crew member lacked in enthusiasm and commitment.   In the evenings we worked on our seamanship check-sheets – it was a long day.     And tired as we were when we hit our bunks late at night, nothing could dampen our spirits and anticipation of what lay ahead.    Well, maybe at times the grey damp Hull weather got to us.

If my memory serves me right the Avon River had room for 140 tons of fish in her hold, which now was filled with all sorts of bits and pieces scavenged from other derelict boats.    To this day I don’t know what LRH wanted to do with it.    The stuff was later dumped in Las Palmas.

Initially we were to tow a barge filled with even more of this “junk”.    Fortunately that Idea was dropped.    Looking back and recalling some of the weather we had to contend with on our trip, I can’t imagine us managing to tow a barge all the way to Las Palmas.

 While in Hull we did some real live docking and undocking drills.    This picture should suffice to get across what most of it was like.   Imagine the Key Stone cops as would be sailors, falling all over each other as the boat rammed up against the concrete dock, snapping mooring lines and breaking anchors.    As they say; you had to be there.

Eventually the day of departure arrived.    Originally the idea was that the trip be done without any non-scientologist help.   In the end however, LRH thought better of it.    He told us to hire a professional captain and a professional chief engineer for the trip, which we did    By the way, the chief engineer arrived in a taxi motherless drunk minutes before our departure and had to be carried aboard.

Sailing down the East coast of England something broke in the engine room forcing us to pull into Harwich.   It’s possible that this was simply a ploy by the chief engineer to go ashore – probably to buy booze.    Anyway, repairs done we headed south.     Up to then the weather had been kind, but shortly after leaving Harwich Neptune decided to introduce himself properly.

Most of the crew, myself included, had never seen anything like this – mountains and valleys of green sea.    The propeller kept coming out of the water.    Perhaps someone who was there will say that they were the exception, but as far as I know everyone including the hired captain was sea sick.

Gradually the wind eased and our trip along the south coast of England became quite pleasant.    At Falmouth we had to pull in and refuel for the long stint to the Canary Islands.   Something went wrong during fueling and the black bunker fuel began to spill all over the decks.    Fortunately we prevented too much of the stuff spilling into the harbor.    It was during this episode that the tension between the hired captain and the temporary Scientologist captain came to a head.    FM packed his bags and left the boat.

By the time we got well into the Atlantic we had this wonderful gentle following swell and no wind.        Most of us very soon got our sea legs and began feeling really at home on the bounding main.


The choice that can not be escaped

Perhaps this is a good  point to deviate and express my admiration and respect for my fellow crew members as well as comment on a particular observation.

During all of those early years, no matter the conditions: be it taking on the most extreme weather or having to deal with some other dangerous situation, I never worried that we wouldn’t be able to see it threw.    Some of the guys and gals may at times have been scared shitless, but I never saw it in the performance of their duties.    Some skeptics will say we weren’t aware of the danger we were in, we were naïve – we were blinded by our faith in the “powers” of LRH or our belief in past lives gave us a false sense of immortality or, we thought with several clears aboard we were safe, or whatever.   Be that as it may, I am grateful for having shared some crazy adventures with some extraordinary people.

A significant factor behind the creation of the SO was to develop effective cohesive teams committed to The Cause.    Running ships provide an ideal environment for this purpose.   However, traditionally crews of ships and teams involved in extraordinary ventures naturally bond and camaraderie becomes commonplace.    Hence, the age old problem faced by leaders of religious, political, military and other similar type organizations throughout history: How to get the crew – the team – the followers, to first and foremost, above all else, be loyal to The Cause.   No doubt this topic can turn into a lengthy discussion, but let’s cut a long story short.

Two schools of thought are particularly relevant here.     There is the one that says when it really comes down to it – when all hell breaks loose – the troops are motivated to stand their ground and hold their position based on the bond they have with their comrades.   In other words, in the trenches ordinary soldiers first and foremost fight for each other.    Then there is the school of thought which claims that in the heat of battle the most effective outfit is one where the troops fear their own officers more than the enemy.

Where the bond between people is the telling factor the top brass is inclined to see total commitment to The Cause as being undermined by too close a connection between friends and family.   Hence, throughout history instilling fear of those in command has been adopted more often than not.   And as is clear to ex SO members, the latter is SOP in the SO.   But this wasn’t always the case.    Imagine refusing a direct order from LRH because of a bond with the crew.   In the early days a captain of the Athena was ordered by the commodore to com-ev his entire crew.   He refused and was gladly com-eved instead.   It is undoubtedly incidents such as this which contributed to the development of the current SO modes operandi, which first and foremost demands total loyalty and commitment to The Cause.

Here is the thing; whatever the reason for choosing The Cause above friends and family the top brass will expect every SO member to have made the right choice.    The point here is not that one choice is better than the other; the point is that there is no escape from having to choose.     The best an SO member can hope for is to never be pushed into having to make a choice and then having to act on it.     But as we know many have been forced to act on the choice between The Cause on the one hand and friends and family on the other.


Back to the original story  

On arrival in Las Palmas the two hired professionals were immediately put on a plane back to the UK.   Within a day or so of our arrival the boat was hauled up on the slips and local Spanish work teams began the refit.    At the time L Ron Hubbard was living in a Villa outside Las Palmas accompanied by some household staff.    We also opened an office in town with a couple of locals as staff.

As part of the refit the boat was sandblasted from top to bottom and stem to stern, during which time the crew remained living onboard.     And it was also during this time that it became obvious that LRH was beginning to experiment with some new lower ethics conditions.    For instance, Roger Buckeridge and I were the first two people ever to be put in the newly formulated condition of non-existence.   There was no condition lower at that time.    As part of our formula application we shoveled the mountain of sand left by the sandblasters off the ship.     Still, in spite of these developments the general atmosphere was light and at times even festive.

At that time the day to day relationship between LRH and the crew was inclined to be determined more by nautical tradition and sailor behavior than by The Cause of clearing the planet.    For instance; John O’Keefe, Jill and myself on a visit to the villa one evening were asked by LRH what we would like to drink.   John said he would have a scotch, Jill a glass of wine and I said a brandy.    The old man turned to Yvonne Gillham who was his personal steward at the time and said; get John a bottle of scotch, Jill a bottle of wine, Joe a bottle of brandy and me a bottle of rum.    Yvonne dutifully complied.     No, we didn’t finish our bottles, but we all did pretty well.    And yes, the rum in LRH’s bottle was real.

The old man has been known to use this ploy to loosen people’s tongues and get them talking about stuff regarding the crew and boat.

It was in the early hours of the morning when the three of us got into the car to drive back to the ship.    After several attempts the car just wouldn’t start, obviously it needed to be push started.   Insisting that the three of us remain in the car LRH put his back to it and pushed us at least 20 meters before we got going.   I can’t exactly recall what we talked about that evening but it certainly wasn’t about the evils of booze.

During the stay in Las Palmas there were many really funny and memorable episodes, some of which I am sure has already been told by people who where there.   Many an evening a bunch of us would sit out under the stars sipping the best duty free cognac while discussing a wide range of topics.    Speculation on what we would do once the refit was complete was rife.   (Las Palmas was a duty free port, hence the duty free cognac)

A clue as to the direction the Sea Org was heading was provided one evening during a visit by LRH to the ship.   He announced that it was time the Sea Org came out of non-existence – it was time to make an impact on the orgs out there beginning with St Hill.    It was mission time.      The first mission’s purpose was mainly to assert and affirm SO authority and presence.   As it turned out the three members of this first SO mission was my wife Jill, Fred Payer and me.

.                            The first SO mission arrives at St Hill     


 Arriving from Las Palmas, before walking into St Hill, Jill, Fred and I changed into our SO uniforms and made our dramatic entrance as intended by LRH.   The incident of me going into the manor monkey room and sticking the dagger into the ceiling is described by Bent Corydon in his book; Messiah or Madman.

To tell the truth, this dagger thing was a bit embarrassing for me, I didn’t share L Ron Hubbard’s leaning toward the theatrical.

During the mission Reg Sharpe was removed from post.     Up to then he had been LRH’s right hand man.   Reg left and with him his girlfriend, Jenny Edmonds.   Where they SP’s?   Of course not.   It was the missions brief to get rid of anyone who in any way questioned the authority of the Sea Org – there was to be no doubt about the SO’s powers and position at the top of the ladder.   And as has been confirmed since, the mission was a success.


A note on the concept of SP  

  At the time of the first SO mission I only suspected but later became convinced that SP declares were as much a political tool as anything else. 

In the bigger scheme of things it had less relevance to an individual’s case.   

Sure, there are anti-social characters running around, but let’s face it; by no stretch of the imagination did Reg Sharpe and Jenny Edmonds along with hundreds of other declared people fit the definition of SP as described in policy.

During my stint as director of review at St Hill, before the SO came into being, LRH was doing research on SP and PTS.    At that time this data wasn’t seen as an ethics issue – it was a purely tech matter.   With LRH wearing the hat of case supervisor and me an auditor several new procedures were tried out – such as S and D (search and discovery).    I recall the blunted purpose factor being identified as a main contributing factor to SP behavior.     From there procedures developed.    Anyway as it turned out, attempts to handle “troublesome sources” in Scientology through tech weren’t working and ethics action was resorted to.   What was originally a Qualifications Division function was replaced by ethics.   In effect the review auditor was replaced by the ethics officer.    Some would argue that ethics tech was a natural development born out of better understanding of human nature.   I disagree.

Confirmation of my views on SP data as a political tool came one evening while in conversation with LRH over dinner aboard the Athena.   I can assure you, conversations with the old man were never boring.     He told me that there were basically two types of people in organizations; the pioneering type and those who consolidate.     For those in charge, there was a time and place to use the pioneers and a time and place to bring in the consolidators.    As throughout the ages, when new territory needed to be opened up only the pioneers are effective, but once the land has been tamed it was necessary to bring in the consolidators.    It was a case of bringing order – introducing laws and policy – setting parameters for behavior – curbing further pioneering activity within the established territory.   That’s what consolidators do.

Here is an interesting thought; from the perspective of a typical pioneer; a consolidator is likely to appear suppressive and from the perspective of a dedicated consolidator the “uncontrollable” pioneer can easily be perceived as suppressive.    It’s simply a matter of perspective.  .

Some may prefer terms like innovative creative types and administrative management types rather than pioneers and consolidators.  

Consolidation of territory gained, invariably presents a problem; what to do with the pioneers once they have done their thing.    Retire them?   Relocate them?   Put them on ice until needed again?    If you have been around Scientology organizations for some time you will have become aware of the favored method – use ethics to get those who have established the existing structure out the way.  This also serves as a way of dampening their pioneering spirit until needed again – this idea doesn’t work so well in practice.    There have been several occasions when, according to LRH, a particular organizational structure in Scientology passed its use by date.    New structures had to be put in place, which meant the old had to be dismantled – personalities and all.    More about this later.


                                                        Back to the story

Anyway as the first SO mission to St Hill came to an end Jill and Fred were recalled to Las Palmas and I was sent on another mission.    My orders; go to Glasgow Scotland and buy another ship for the SO.   On arrival at the ship brokers I met a Mr. Scott.    Since a ship; the Royal Scotsman had already been identified as a possibility by Otto Roos, my task was reasonably straight forward.      So, after having checked out the ship and a price agreed on, Mr. Scott and I shook hands and the deal was done.   Or so I thought.   On phoning our lawyer DT at St Hill, asking him to send the check, all I got from him a couple of days later were a 10 page document to be signed by the brokers.   This inevitably resulted in lawyers on both sides getting involved and doing what lawyers do.    I think it was close on two weeks after Mr. Scott and I shook hands and still the lawyers had not settled the matter.   It was then that I called DT and told him, send the check or else!    I receive the check and handed it to Mr. Scott.   The 10 page document wound up in the trash can and I took possession of the ship for the SO.

Part of the deal was that a delivery crew was to take the ship to Southampton.    My immediate dilemma was to familiarize myself with the ship as much as possible during the trip south.    In size and complexity she was certainly a step or two up from the Athena. I needed help, so I got in touch with St Hill and recruited Ron Pook and an Australian.    Quite frankly I can’t recall the details of how exactly I got hold of these two guys.   Anyway between the three of us we would keep our eyes open to pick up any relevant information about the ship.

After several days at sea we arrived at Southampton.    The gangplank had hardly hit the dock and the delivery crew was gone.    Bemused and bewildered the three of us looked at each other – what now?     Do we know enough to take care of this big bucket of bolts until who knows when?   While still contemplating what the worst was that could possibly happen, it happened.    From the dockside some official looking gentleman shouted that we can’t stay were we where, we had to move to the other side of the harbor.

Now, Southampton just happens to be one of the busiest  ports in the world, with huge ships coming and going all the time     Was the three of us expected to take the ship across all that traffic and safely moor her on the other side?     To begin with, starting up the massive Burmeister and Wain diesel engines was out of the question.    In the end it all worked out.  We got a tugboat and hired some hands hanging about the docks looking for work.

The Royal Scotsman had birthing for a few hundred passengers, a massive main hold for cargo and in-between decks for cattle.   As with the Athena she had been pushed hard by her previous owners – a lot of cleaning was required.    Bright idea – go to St Hill and recruit sea org members.    Not sure how many were recruited during that period but this I do know; the day LRH arrived with some of the crew from the Athena the Scotsman was spotless.

While I was on the boat buying mission in Scotland the Athena sailed from Las Palmas to Gibraltar, where she was left under the captaincy of John O’Keefe.    It was from there that LRH and crew came to join the Scotsman in Southampton.

A few days after being joined by the crew from Gibraltar we were all set to leave, but the British authorities had other ideas.    The British board of trade required all sorts of certificates and documentation from us before they would permit us to sail.     I think this was the reason for us hiring a non-scientologist chief engineer, a certificated boson and carpenter.    As for the certificates we required for the life rafts, life boats as well as some other stuff, it was left up to Jill to handle the authorities, which she did very well.    We eventually got Clearance to sail for Brest in France, just across the channel.      Once there we were supposed to get the work done as stipulated by the British board of trade, which of course we had no intention of doing.     At that stage LRH was captain and I chief officer.

As we headed south, passing Brest on our portside, LRH called all senior officers into his cabin.     Then he made a gesture as if falling off his chair.    Did you feel that, he asked.     Puzzled we looked at each other – feel what?    What’s the matter with you guys, he said, can’t you tell when you are in a really bad storm.   Then we got the message.   We were supposed to have by-passed Brest because the bad weather made it impossible for us to enter.


Relax and enjoy the sun

What followed were several idyllic weeks, the likes of which was probably never experienced in the SO again.   We were truly on an Ocean cruise which became a Mediterranean cruise once we sailed pass the Pillars of Hercules (Gibraltar) and entered the Med.    After that cruise I never again saw an SO crew, including LRH, nearly as laidback for such a length of time.   With so few of us onboard everyone could enjoy the luxury of lots of free space    I loved my job and looked forward to being on watch late at night or early morning.    Few things compare to being out at sea on a starry night in fair weather.

Pleasant as things were, eventually we had to face the problem of not being able to go into a port for supplies or anything else.   We were still sailing under the British flag and since we were only cleared to sail to Brest from Southampton we had a problem.   (The excuse that we couldn’t enter Brest because of bad weather was in retrospect a no brainier).     Solution – register the ship under a different flag and escape any restrictions placed on us by the British board of trade.

We were a couple of miles off the coast of Majorca.    Using lifeboat number 8 the two guys selected for the mission of changing the ships nationality was taken in the dead of night and dropped off on some deserted beach.

After that commando style operation the Apollo sailed around aimlessly for awhile longer.   Eventually we came within a mile or so off Monte Carlo and several of us went ashore in lifeboat number 8 to send telex’s and establish comm. with the outside world.    Why do I keep referring to lifeboat number 8?    It was the only one with an engine – a not too reliable an engine I might add.  On this occasion as we approached the Monte Carlo harbor, lined with multi million dolor yachts, number 8’s engine packed up and we had to be rescued and towed in by a harbor launch.   So, what’s the big deal?    Here is the thing; I am convinced that our rescuers in there stylish jumpsuits, on their “perfect boat”, had never laid eyes on such a scruffy bunch of desperado’s.    They must have thought for a moment that we were boat people escaping from some North African country.

Here is beautiful Monte Carlo one of the most elegant harbors in the world.

At some point after Monte Carlo we obviously got our new flag and new nationality (Sierra Leon).    From there we called on several ports, sometimes staying in one place for long periods of time.    The Royal Scotsman, I think, had by now become the Apollo, LRH promoted himself to commodore and I became captain of the Apollo.

I am not certain of the sequence of events and places around this time but I do recall certain places due to particular incidents.     For instance, a memory of serene peace at dawn and the echo from minarets across the bay as the faithful were called to prayer places me in Tunis North Africa – as does the incident of the Apollo drifting helplessly into the channel without engines after someone had let go the last mooring line.   The most memorable meal I have ever had puts me in Marseilles France where several of the Apollo crew where entertained by an official and his wife.   Recalling the entire bow of the Apollo disappearing into one of the biggest straightest waves I ever saw locates me on the Atlantic side of Morocco as we left the port of Agadir.    An incident of the Apollo getting ripped loose from her moorings by a gale-force wind reminds me of Cagliari Sardinia.   The most physically exhausted I have ever been takes me to just before we entered Milatzo Sicily – I had been on the Athena’s bridge during a storm for two days and two nights.   The sequence of events during this time of us cavorting around these exotic places may be a bit fuzzy but the experience is not.   Take that other lifeboat number 8 incident for instance – it is worth expanding on.


Life boat number 8 ~ again

The Athena I believe was in Gibraltar at the time she was ordered to join the Apollo in Cagliari.    On route she ran into one hell of a blow.    I am not to sure how LRH got news of the Athena’s encounter with this storm, but he called me up to his office and told me to take some people and go meet the Athena several miles out.    O’Keefe, the Athena’s captain, I think was to be replaced, some other changes were to be made and the Athena was to be sent back to Spain.   Hanna (Whitfield) wore the HCO hat – she was to handle the ethics side of things.    Anyway, my job was to get the “mission” to the Athena and back – in lifeboat number 8.   There was a designated engineer for the trip and I remember Baron Berez being the communicator.    Altogether we were about 8 or 9 people in the lifeboat.

It was already dark when we set out to rendezvous with the Athena.     Since we picked her up on the Apollo’s radar before we left we had some idea of the course on which she was coming in.     The further we went out the choppier the sea became.     It was a dark night, windy and turbulent.    Vision was poor.    All shore lights had long since disappeared behind us and we were completely surrounded by blackness.      Anyway, at some point we spotted the Athena’s navigation lights.   They were probably told by radio to look out for us.      She kindly presented us with a lee so that we could come along side without too much trouble.

It immediately became obvious that this ship had been through something really bad.    Rust streaks were everywhere as if the waves had “sandblasted” the hull and superstructure.    The two large bins meant to carry extra meat and which were fixed to the aft deck by several 12 millimeter bolts, were gone.     The bolts had been completely sheered off by the force of the waves.    I looked up my buddies who were part of Athena crew.     I remember Graig Lipsitz, looking like he hadn’t slept for a week, so did Fred Payer.    Yvonne Gilham looked tired but as usual she was smiling and quite expressive in her account of the event.     There were actually several guys who didn’t seem too be hassled by their experience.    I suppose what I saw to a large extent was the relief that it was over.     Little Margarita, the non-scientologist Spanish staff member from Las Palmas, seemed unfazed, even exited while she told me what went down.    So, while I was being entertained by Margarita, the serious ethics stuff was being implemented.      I got the distinct impression that the Athena crew was not too happy about being sent back.

Our mission done, we got back into the lifeboat and hung about to see the Athena turn around and head back to Spain.    It was now about 23.00 and the wind had picked up quite a bit – waves were much bigger.     OK, I said to the engineer, start the engine and let’s get the hell out of here.    An hour or so later we had still not managed to get the engine started.    Here we were bobbing up and down, getting wet, being cold, in pitch darkness and no engine.    Well it was inevitable; suddenly there was the crackle on the radio held by Berez.    It was LRH.    He wanted to know where we were and when we expect to get back.     Berez gave the old man a brief rundown on what was happening.      After some advice from LRH to the engineer he went off the air.    But not for long.    Soon the howling wind became blocked out by the sound of the old man’s voice over the radio as he yelled instructions.

The scene was something like this;    At first, communication between LRH and us, via Berez, was about getting the engine started.     When this didn’t work out it was about getting us to row the boat.   Anyone who has ever tried to row a typical lifeboat in more than meter high waves will tell you, it’s a waste of time and energy.    Anyway you can imagine how the volume of the old man’s voice steadily increased during these attempts to run the show from the Apollo via a radio.

Apart from us merely going through the motions of carrying out these impractical instructions another scenario was unfolding.     After the initial communication and as the “heat” was turned up by the old man, Berez decided It was no longer wise to be at the receiving end of this erupting volcano.    Next thing I know Berez chucks the radio to me.    As it flies through the air there is this thundering voice emanating from it.    I catch it and decide instantly; no way.   I immediately chuck the radio to someone else, who clearly had also decided that they would rather skip this opportunity to converse with the commodore.      Just as quickly the radio is passed to another who also figures they will give it a miss and chucks it to someone else.   I know this went on for a few minutes until someone boldly reestablished comm.    It seemed now that LRH finally realized the situation.    Once the engine packed up we were left with two options.    One; we make ourselves as comfortable as possible and wait till dawn, hoping the weather won’t get worse.    Two; someone comes out as soon as possible and tows us back into port.

As it turned out LRH informed us that the Diana (a 65 ft SO ketch) was coming out to tow us in.     We figured it would take her close on two hours to get to us; all we can do now is cuddle up to each other and try to keep warm.   By this time staying dry was out of the question.     Then, out of the blue, someone says; who feels like a drink, holding up a bottle of vodka.    Our hero, I can assure you.    We passed the bottle around, each taking a gulp.   The bottle made only one round and it was empty.

A wonderful sense of camaraderie settled over us as we relaxed and began to see the humor in it all.    It seemed that we stopped resisting the considerable motion of the lifeboat.    I recall me sitting back thinking; I wouldn’t change this for anything.

After about two hours there was the Diana with LRH looming large, bullhorn in hand.     We took the tow line and got back in port just as dawn was breaking.     And for whatever reason the old man told the cook to fix us all a very special breakfast.


Mission into Time

At some point Apollo wound up in Valencia Spain.   Alongside was the Athena.    We were preparing for Mission into Time.    For this venture I was transferred to the Athena as captain with orders to ready the boat and crew.    I was given carte blanche to pick my crew from all aboard the Apollo and Athena.    There were a few exceptions; Mary Sue and a few others held key org posts and couldn’t be spared to go off “treasure hunting”.    I think at this time my Wife Jill was CO of the AO in Alicante Spain.  .

For my work done in getting the Athena and crew ready for the Mission into Time I became the first SO member to be put in a condition of power.    I guess my head would have swollen a size or two had I not known the politics behind such awards.

And this brings me to one of the most profound magical moments in my SO career; the night we sailed out of Valencia on the good ship Athena.    After we had left port and the initial excitement of the crew started subsiding and all had had a good meal, most began to seek out their bunks.    Eventually, around midnight, everyone apart from the crew on watch was asleep, including LRH.    Inside the wheelhouse (bridge) there was only the helmsman (wish I could remember who he was) and the quartermaster (I remember her well).   Up top on the flying bridge was a lookout (can’t remember who he was either).   Down below in the engine room was the engineer on watch.   Apart from the occasional thump of a wave against the bow and the swoosh of spray against the bridge superstructure all was quite.   Once in awhile the lookout would report something.

There was a stiff breeze, but to me it felt more like the caress of some mischievous sea nymph.    There were sizable waves but all they did was gently rock the Athena like a mother would her child.   Wind and sea played along beautifully.     As I stood outside on the bridge wing peering out into the darkness feeling the occasional salty spray on my face, I thought to myself; it doesn’t get any better than this.   And so Mission into Time began.

Mission into Time definitely had its moments, much of which was not covered in the book.    For instance I don’t think it is mentioned that the terrain LRH wanted us to check out was surrounded by barbed wire and out of bounds to the public.    The area was also guarded by armed Italian guards.   What to do?   Solution; get some hot SO chick (NF) and an Italian speaking SO member (NP), arm them with a couple of cartons of cigarettes and turn them loose on the guards.   It didn’t take “Laura Croft” and “James Bond” long to lure the guards into the guard hut and distract them while a couple of us jumped the fence and carried out our mission.

A week or so before completion of Mission into Time I was sent on mission to St Hill to sort out some org business.    Hanna took over from me as captain.   By the time I had finished this particular St Hill mission the Athena had sailed for Marseilles.    There I rejoined her and was again appointed captain.   Within days of resuming captaincy the proverbial shit hit the fan.

But first; The balance is disturbed

By this time most ethics conditions had been formulated and were being implemented.     But, it would be awhile yet before the mindless application of these conditions would become a dominant characteristic of many SO members.    Consolidation at its worst.

Scientology (the SO in particular), being the kind of organization it was, attracted to it some strange characters with all kinds of flaws and qualities.   

During the pioneering phase of the SO it was these unique personalities each with their peculiar characteristics who served as midwife and nurse to the SO.    But as the child grew change became necessary – more consolidation was required.

In terms of pioneer and consolidator it is never a case of either or; in any enterprise there is always a bit of both.  The real issue is one of balance.    Creating a winning culture depends on the correct ratio between independent innovative and creative personnel (pioneer types) and those who keep proper records and maintain the infrastructure of an organization (consolidators).

It is my opinion that SO orientation began to tilt in favor of consolidation not long after Mission into Time and the shift really accelerated after the Corfu incident.    From then on forward emphasis on total commitment to The Cause grew rapidly and individual innovation and creativity wasn’t merely discouraged it became a real no-no.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it were found that a growing imbalance in the Tech Admin ratio coincided with the rise of the consolidator (administrator).


Back to the story.

While in Marseilles LRH had moved ashore into a villa.     Problem was he was never cleared through immigration or customs.    As it happens, where the Athena was docked it was possible to go outside the harbor parameter without going through a check point.   The point is, on arrival in Marseilles, whoever’s responsibility it was to see that all was legal for LRH to go ashore didn’t do so.   Now the authorities wanted to lock the old man up for illegally entering France.    It took days of delicate negotiation with French authorities to get the situation handled – delicate from our side and typically indelicate and expressive from the side of the French.   It was a feather in the cap of our negotiating team to keep LRH completely out of the fracas.    I must add I doubt if we would have pulled it off without the help of the local French rep from the company doing work on our engines.

During this particular stay in Marseilles some interesting organizational developments took place.    Up until then the flagship captain and other ship captains were answerable to the commodore.   At that point the Athena was the flagship.    What LRH was now working on was the refinement of the commodore’s staff org.   Vital to its establishment was to impose and affirm seniority of the CS’s over the ship captains.    I don’t know the details of what LRH told his CS’s up in the villa, but I had a pretty good idea.    I had been in that position myself when briefed by him to assert the SO’s authority during the first SO mission to St Hill.

For instance, this is how early efforts to establish the authority of the CS’s manifested.   After the completion of work done on the Athena’s engine it was time for sea trials.     LRH would be represented by CS 4, now in charge of all SO ships.   As CS 4 walked onto the bridge I detected that he wasn’t very comfortable, in fact he was seriously uptight.     Out at sea I gave the helmsman the course to steer.    And then it happened.   CS 4 stepped up and said we should set a different course.    For a moment I thought he was just trying to be helpful; then I realized he was dead serious and in the process of asserting his seniority.    What followed lasted probably only 10 seconds.    The verbal abuse I hurled at CS4 in that short time would have made any sailor proud.    I can’t recall him saying another word after that.

I was never censured for this outburst by the powers that be up at the villa, but I knew it was noted.    Then there was the time when 2 CS’s reported to LRH that the crew was unfriendly to them – they weren’t shown the respect due to them.    That was when I got a phone call from the commodore ordering me to comev the entire crew, which I refused.

During the following weeks several attempts were made to “legally” get me out the way to make way for LRH’s intended consolidation.   I was comeved a couple of times on the most transparent trumped up charges, none of which could be made to stick.  (Diana Hubbard was chairperson on one of those comeves that didn’t get the desired result).    Now you may ask; since when was false evidence an obstacle to finding the accused guilty?    Suffice it to say that prevailing circumstances were in my favor.

Exactly when this next incident took place is unclear.    But, in a face to face conversation with LRH, he pointed out that he needed to introduce the next step in organizational development – not in those words exactly, but the message was clear.      In order for him to do so certain changes had to be made.   For instance, captain Joe’s authority had to be curtailed.   And since the methods employed up to then had failed to do so – what do I suggest?     My suggestion was that I go to the AO in Alicante and join my wife, the CO, whom I hadn’t seen in months.   Also since I haven’t been active in Tech for sometime it would be nice to get behind an e-meter for a change.    This was ok’d by LRH.

Now I won’t blame any ex SO members or those still in, to question or simply dismiss the validity of this story.    Imagine LRH casually admitting to what amounts to the manipulation of ethics policy to get his way and what’s more, admitting to having failed at it.    The best I can do to corroborate my story is to refer to the records.    If copies of comeves and orders of the day of that time are still around it shouldn’t be difficult to line up the sequence of events leading up to my eventual transfer to the AO in Alicante.

My stint at Alicante was mainly uneventful.     The flamenco dancing to which Fred Payer introduced me was of course amazing.


He and I and some others from the org were regular patrons at the castle up the hill where the shows took place.   We were fortunate enough to become very well acquainted with the dancers and musicians in the troop.   The catalyst for this was a girl from the AO for whom the lead guitarist in the flamenco troop had the hots.   The result was that the troop would often join us after their show, dancers and all.   What I learnt first hand from these people about flamenco tradition and passion was fascinating.


Magic, coincidence, the procedure or simply the power of mind? 

There was another incident at Alicante which has relevance to my views on the overall approach of Scientology to the human mind and soul.    In this regard I will outline the conclusions of my journey through Scientology and a wide range of metaphysical, scientific and other teachings dealing with body, mind and soul at a later stage.   So for now I am simply stating an observation with no bias as to the actual cause – magic, coincidence, the procedure or simply the power of mind.

In the course of my journey before, during and after scientology I have witnessed and experienced things which seemed, at the time, to be beyond explanation within the context of generally accepted frames of reference.     This particular incident occurred during an auditing session with me as the auditor.    Joan Thomas, who was the director of review at Alicante, handed me the folder of a pc in trouble.     After I had gone over it and seen the pc I told Joan that this pc needed a doctor and a large doze of antibiotics.   Half the pc’s face was swollen and looked like a soccer ball.   One eye was completely shut and the other closed up about 70%. 

 The pc was in terrible agony.  Joan wasn’t falling for any of my attempts to get out of taking on this pc.    So EFF and I went into session.     About an hour into the session during an assessment with three items left on the list I suddenly saw the TA blow down from 5 to 2.    The pc gave out a loud scream, yelling out one of the remaining items.    At that instant the apses in her ear burst with puss streaming out.    Within seconds of the pc identifying the item the swelling began to subside and the pain was gone.     By the time we arrived at the examiner EF’s face was almost back to normal.   I must add, memorable as this session was, it wasn’t the only time I witnessed such dramatic phenomena as an auditor.

No doubt many auditors throughout their auditing careers have seen some strange things happen and there is certainly something to be learnt from it all.  As inferred earlier, I will outline my views and conclusions on such matters later.

At some point Alicante AO was closed down and Jill and I were ordered to rejoin the Apollo in Corfu Greece.   Not having had a break for some time, we applied for leave, which began at Victoria station in London.   From there we traveled by train right through Europe down the boot of Italy to Brindisi.     During the trip we stayed over at places like Paris and Rome to do some sightseeing.     From Brindizi we crossed over to Corfu by ferry and were back on the Apollo.


Corfu; A turning point

Within days of being back on board I was assigned captain.   At first we had excellent relations with the locals.    We were wined and dined by the local governor as well as two brothers who represented the most prominent family on the Island.   In the case of the two brothers I suspect that their interest in us had more to do with the many very attractive women aboard the Apollo than anything else.

Our stay in Corfu was a lengthy one.  At first we were anchored out in the bay, during which period we had to come in once or twice to dock and take on fuel and water. While LRH and his staff were busy running orgs world wide my job was pretty straight forward, hence I was always on the look out for challenges.   Like the time I took up a challenge from LRH a day before we had to go into dock.   Here is the thing; as I said the Apollo initially anchored out in the bay.  

 We had both, port and starboard, anchors out.    So what happened is that with each incoming and outgoing tide the boat swung 360 degrees around her anchors.   Imagine how entangled the two anchor chains became after awhile.    The view of LRH on the day before we were to go in was that it would be impossible to untangle the anchor chains from each other without the help of a tugboat.   I was to get a tug early the next morning to do the necessary. 

Instead I got up very early the next day, woke up the engineers and told them to start up the engines.  Once we had power I started playing with the port and starboard propellers, working them to get the boat swinging counter to the twist in the anchor chains.   It worked and we went in without any assistance from a tugboat.

At various times while serving as captain of the Athena and Apollo I got fired by the commodore only to be reinstated not long afterwards.   I think the least time between being fired and reinstatement was one day.   This happened while on Mission into Time.   I had just been fired the day before, don’t ask me for what.   

The next day as the Diana came alongside the Athena her mainstay got caught up in the Athena’s cargo boom.    There was enough of a swell to put serious strain on the Diana’s mast – it could break.   This was certainly the view of LRH as he screamed at the people standing round to do something.   I flipped off my shoes and virtually ran up the boom.    At the top I struggled a bit to undo the mainstay from the boom and eventually succeeded.    As I slid down the boom and reached the bottom LRH said, well done captain – instant reinstatement.

The time I got fired in Corfu went something like this.   One of the commodore’s messengers came up to me and informed me that the commodore wanted to see me.   At that point I had no reason to suspect that anything was wrong, but as I approached his office and noticed some of his aides including Mary Sue avoiding eye contact with me and making haste to vacate the area I knew – here it comes.   

Before I even entered his office there he was in my face screaming at me for making a dog’s breakfast of the ship.     Then he took a swing at me, I ducked and felt the swoosh of air over my head as he missed the target.   For a second there I thought he was going to go down as he lost his balance.    Next he screamed at me telling me to go fix up my mess.      I only found out what he was talking about once I got out on deck and one of the messengers informed me.

Here is the thing; the Apollo spent most of her life up north in very damp conditions.    Since she entered the Mediterranean Sea, the timber deck above the commodore’s office began to dry out.    As a consequence it resulted in some leaking into LRH’s office leaving visible rust streaks down the bulkheads.   The short of it is I was fired as captain, once again, and put on the deck force to fix up “my mess”.

It was during our stay in Corfu that the class 8 auditor’s course was launched.    The first batch of students to attend the course came from outer orgs.   There introduction to the SO environment was a baptism of fire as evidenced on the introductory class 8 tapes.     During the course over-boards became SOP.     And I must admit I had a pretty callous attitude regarding this practice until a particular incident influenced my views.   In other words, I saw nothing wrong in people being chucked off the aft deck until a friend of mine who couldn’t swim was over-boarded.    The terror and humiliation this guy had to endure was a sad day for me.

Once the first batch of class 8 graduates went back to their respective orgs, a bunch of SO auditors were put on the course of which I was one.    Now I have no doubt that for some being thrown overboard was not a pleasant experience.     However, there were quite a few to whom it really was no big deal.    To good swimmers and people used to diving off high places, it was no problem.    But as I said, I came to realize that to people who couldn’t swim it must have been a most harrowing experience.

Not too long after the class 8 course for crew Jill was assigned CO of the new “University of Scientology” which was to be established on the island.   .

It is a matter of record that we picked up some problems in Corfu.  To whatever extent the CIA or Interpol was blamed for the ships being kicked out of Corfu there were some shenanigans by certain crew members going on ashore which probably contributed to our PR taking a dip.

It is also general knowledge that we were given 24 hours to get out of Greece.    LRH called Jill to his office and asked her what she was going to do with “her org”, which was already fully staffed and ready to open for business.    I suggested that we set up in Copenhagen.     Why?    I had been there at some point earlier on another ship buying mission during which time I checked out the place and liked it.    So we loaded the org materials aboard the Athena and sailed out of Corfu.   Our next port was Naples in Italy where the future AODK crew and materials were offloaded to find their way across Europe to Denmark.    As for the Apollo, we where informed that she was about to disappear off the radar and will be out of comm. for some time.   It was a case of don’t call us we will call you.



The trip by train to Copenhagen was another Keystone cops episode.    Imagine changing trains several times with around 30 staff members along with huge trunks filled with AO materials.   A couple of places we only had a few minutes to change from one train to another.   When we got to Germany, we discovered some trunks filled with OT materials and course tapes including the class 8 tapes were missing – we had left it on the train in Milan.    Don’t ask.  If you have been around in the SO for awhile words aren’t necessary here.

Mike Stainsforth and one other were immediately sent back to find the stuff.   Imagine our relief when they caught up with us having successfully retrieved the material.    The coach with our stuff still aboard was found amongst hundreds of others awaiting cleaning and possible maintenance.

Having found the perfect building for an AO on a farm outside Copenhagen we set up shop.  Soon however we realized we had a problem.    

Simple fact was we had no established lower level feeder orgs – we had no established field.   Yet it was up to us to make things go right.    With very limited set-up funds, a crew to feed, rent to pay and no established field from which to cultivate an AO public, things looked kinda grim.    Keep in mind there was only one org in Europe at that time.   Paris was it with not much else going on.   We were supposed to get our public from SA, AUS and NZ, but that would take time.

In spite of this grim picture what follows next turned out to be another memorable period in my SO career.  Knowing that the org was in the hands of some very competent people I could get out there and do my thing.  Jill was without a doubt one of the best org CO’s I have ever known and I bet few equaled her since. Ask anyone who knew her.

First I spent some time putting a team together. I personally hand picked and recruited the people I wanted to work with.    The team consisted of about 8 really special people. 

Using a list of book buyers, a couple of us regularly set out making contact and setting up groups all over Europe.    And we made it fun.   On occasion we would “raid” St Hill UK for European, South African and Anzac pc’s and students – people who had signed up for services there before AODK was set up.     As you can imagine this didn’t go down well with the St Hill guys.   Eventually every time they saw us coming all they could say was; here come the Vikings.   

Of course the Guardians office freaked at our blatant Viking behavior and later tried to clip my wings via Mary Sue.  They never succeeded. .

Anyway, true to form, at some point a mission arrived from Flag to replace Jill and me at AODK.   It was obvious to me that after such a long absence Flag had to reaffirm an ethics presence across the planet.  In the case of AODK the mission immediately realized that they couldn’t simply fire us in typical SO fashion due to our involvement in the expansion of Europe.    Jill and I suggested that we write our own mission orders so as to complete what we started.   This was ok’d.   That’s when the two of us left for Germany and set up the Munich org from were we continued expansion to other parts of Europe.    Now I know much later after Jill and I had gone back to South Africa Bill Robertson came along setting himself up as the “founder” of Scientology in Europe.    Gerrrrrrrrrr.


Time to move on

I returned to the Apollo in the early 70’s without Jill, not sure exactly when.   My last job on Flag was an LRH project to compile all the internships up to class 12 auditor, which I completed.   At the time it wasn’t general knowledge that LRH intended to get back into the USA at some stage.  When I got wind of it I began pushing to be allowed to return to SA to my family; my wife and son who was born in Munich.   It wasn’t entirely true that the reason I wanted to get back to SA was to be with my family.   My enthusiasm for the SO was beginning to wane.  I felt increasingly uncomfortable in what I perceived to be a changing atmosphere – the organizational climate was becoming a bit too chilly for me.   This on its own would probably not have been reason enough for me to distance myself from Scientology.   The thing is I was beginning to have my own ideas about thetans, spirits and the overall nature of consciousness.  .

In the end I managed to get back to SA before the Apollo went across to the States.

Back in SA I joined Folo-Af, but from day one I had problems with my seniors, or rather, they had problems with me.    To cut a long story short; during my stay at Folo-Af I was expelled a couple of times by Flag and reinstated a couple of times.   Some effort was made by Flag to get me back to Flag.   On one occasion Delwyn Sanderson, with whom I had a very close relationship way back on the Apollo, was sent to find out what was up with me and try and bring me back.

Eventually I left Folo-Af and started doing my own thing.    If I had to put a time on when I finally broke with Scientology I guess it would be around 1980.    Since then I have continued on a journey of exploring the nature of consciousness. 

Just recently I finished a book – CHANGE YOUR MIND – CHANGE YOUR WORLD, which I am now in the process of trying to get published. But that is another story.


What a waste!

I have gone down the list of declared SP’s, the vast majority of whom I don’t know.    But of the names I do recognize most of them were at one stage dedicated, experienced, well trained Scientologists.   They all added value to the organization and most of them would probably still have been active had it not been for the seriously flawed benchmarks (policy) in accordance with which the value of a staff member is measured.

In simple terms, these people were measured not by what they gave to the organization but by the extent of their submission to “source”.   The individual contribution by many was considerable; in some cases vital to the survival of the organization.   Some such stories have been told but many more remain unacknowledged.

The matter of self-praise and ego aside, I did my bit to “keep the SO afloat” so to speak.

While in Cagliari the Apollo was moored stern to with several other ships moored similarly on either side.    In other words, there was this row of ships, side by side, with their sterns all facing the dock while their bows were held facing away from the dock by their anchors laid out in front of them.    Each ship was secured to the dock by at least 4 stern lines.   The distance between stern and dock was around 6 to 8 meters and the distance between ships approximately 40 meters.

On this particular day the wind was howling and exerting extreme pressure broadside on the large surface area of the Apollo’s side.    This put serious strain on the two port stern lines holding us to the dock.    I noticed this and had the crew put out our “insurance line” to support the other two port side lines.   This was a wire cable twice the thickness of the other lines.

Anyway Norman Starkey, who I think was the 2nd mate at the time, and I were in the aft lounge having coffee when it happened.    We heard a loud crack like sound.     I immediately knew what had happened; a line had snapped.    We ran up onto the aft deck and watched as the second line began to unravel under the strain.     Within seconds it too snapped followed by the next.    The Apollo was visibly beginning to pick up sideways momentum.

Obvious unfolding scenario:   The remaining starboard stern lines would not be able to stop the increasing sideways momentum of the Apollo.    Within less than a minute all remaining lines where going to break.   This would mean that within about two minutes or so we where going to be smashed up against the boat lying next to us.   The possibility of her stern lines holding against the impact of the Apollo crashing into her was unlikely.     We where looking at a high probability of a domino effect – each ship in turn being ripped from its stern moorings by the others being blown onto it.     But what about the bow anchors out front – wouldn’t they eventually prevent all these ships from being blown across the bay onto the rocks on the other side?    Fortunately this possibility was never to be put to the test.

Anyway, there we were; disaster staring us in the face but, as it turned out, it wasn’t inevitable.    Unlike most ships the Apollo had a stern anchor.    Since we had no use for it we consequently never used it and that presented a problem once I realized that our only hope of averting disaster was to let go the stern anchor.    The thing is that unless deck equipment like winches, anchors and stuff like that are regularly used or inspected the mechanisms become corroded and unusable.   So, to my horror I discovered that the devils claw holding the chain and the anchor brake were jammed solid.    To this day I don’t know where I got a crowbar from, but I used it to apply leverage to the brake wheel and bashed away with it to dislodge the devils claw.    Keep in mind every second was priceless.

Eventually the devils claw came loose and I got the brake wheel to turn.   But still the chain wouldn’t run.   It required several hefty kicks to loosen up the chain and down the anchor went with a splash.  This was not the end of it, there was no guarantee that the anchor would hold. 

To increase the chances of the anchor holding I had to allow some chain to run out.  But how much chain will do the trick? All stern lines had broken by now and the ship toward which we where moving looked like it was within spitting distance. I recall seeing, out of the corner of my eye, her crew scrambling around the decks panic stricken.  I picked my moment and applied the anchor brake. The Apollo kept moving as she took up the slack in the chain – now we were within actual spitting distance of the other ship.  Suddenly the Apollo lurched and rolled over slightly as the anchor bit into the ground.   I couldn’t believe it – the anchor held.     Imagine the dire consequences to the SO had things not worked out the way they did.

In the final analysis, what I am trying to say is that the organizational mindset of Scientology is inclined to waste its most valuable resource; highly trained, experienced and creative people.   Looking at most of the people I know on the list of Scientology enemies I see “what could have been” had different benchmarks been used to measure the value of people.


Was it worth it?

Do I think my time spent in Scientology was worth it?   Without a doubt.   Where else would I have come in contact with so many likeminded amazing people, many of whom became close friends of mine.    Not to mention the interesting adventures and exotic places I experienced.   As for the philosophy and technology of Scientology, for me it definitely served as a doorway to the exploration of consciousness.

I believe the real value of Scientology lies in its capability to get a shift in mindset – to get people to change their minds – to enable the individual to see things differently – to get people stepping outside conventional frames of reference.   And that is one hell of an achievement in this modern era.

“Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything”.    Ralph Waldo Emerson.    

What I do not go along with is when the technology prescribes what the individual should see, as reflected in the OT levels and OT 3 in particular.    In other words, the OT levels dictate the case the pc is to create.     And this messes with the core of consciousness, which is creation.    If a pc came up with OT 3 phenomena on his own accord that would be an entirely different matter, but to prescribe it is bypassing his fundamental creative nature.

Whether the story behind OT 3 is true or not is immaterial.    Some pc’s may be inclined to run incidents of Alice in Wonderland instead, but if that’s the reality which holds the pc’s attention then that’s where to go.   Anyway, that is my personal opinion.

L Ron Hubbard has come under some severe criticism over the years, some of which I know from personal experience is unfounded.  

This I know for sure, he had an amazing knack for getting people to achieve beyond what they believed was possible.    His expectation that people can jump higher than they thought they could somehow inspired them to do so.    And no, fear was not the catalyst in the instances I have in mind.

As far as his work in terms of the mind is concerned there can be no doubt that new ground was broken.     It is highly probable that once the controversy surrounding Scientology organizations die down he will be acknowledged for his contribution.    

But there are “truths” beyond the “truths” of Scientology.

Scientology Disconnection ~ Son has a Serious Accident

I just got this note from my friend Lori Hodgson last nite.  She was very, very upset because her son Jeremy Leake, was seriously injured in a motorcycle accident, is now in the hospital emergency room and she is not even allowed to see him!!!!


All this because of a disconnection policy that was cancelled back in 1968.  It is obvious that Jeremy has the wrong PTS item. Here is the story from a worried mother…



Here is my son Jeremy and his sister Jessica at the lake. They joined the SO and I have not been able to see them or talk to them again since. They are out of the SO and public now.  They were out 2 years ago and in the SO for only a short time.

I found out about his accident by a post on Facebook. No one notified me.
I called the hospitals and found out he was admitted to Santa Clara Valley Medical Hospital. I rushed over with my Dad and Stepmother to see him. I went to the ER and asked the status of my son and that I wanted to see him. I told them I was his mother.
They called to the back room where Jeremy was at and said I was here. The man at the front said, “The Hospital staff has been instructed to not let you go back to see him.” I told him “I have left the Church of Scientology and I am being shunned from seeing my son.”
Here is Lori with her children when they were a happy family before the disconnection.
Please let me see my son?”  He said “I am very sorry I can’t let you see him.” 
“With the Privacy Laws and your son being 18 I have to abide by the law.”  I asked if I could at least have his status and he said, ” No we can’t give out that information.”
Now I’m really panicked so I go around the back and wait for someone from The ER to come out. I briefly explained to a nurse what was happening and if he could please give my son a message. He said yes I can give him a written message.
The nurse brought Jeremy the message. He came back to tell me that Jeremy was alone in his room so he was able to give the note directly to him and that Jeremy said to tell me he is OK and that he doesn’t want to see anyone.   I was very relieved to hear that he was ok.
I know deep down in my heart that my son wants me with him but because of this cruel Disconnection policy of the Church of Scientology, he most likely feels forced to not break their rules!!!
I was able to find out that Jeremy broke his Femur and his Collar Bone and is scheduled for surgery tomorrow.

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The Church of Scientology is violating their own policies on PTSness and disconnection.


HCOPL Cancellation of Disconnection Policy 15 November 1968


“Since we can now handle all types of cases disconnection as a condition is cancelled”


Disconnection has been Cancelled!


This was not included in the altered new Miscavige versions of the Green Volumes!

Other policy’s being violated, no, raped!   Are…



“HCOPL PTS Type A Handling of 20 October 1981″


In that policy Hubbard NEVER, EVER, mentions the word disconnection. The handling according to that policy is….


 “Get in comm with the family member until the situation is resolved” 


HCOB  of 8 March 1983, Handling PTS Situations

 It says perfectly clear…

You coach him into two way communication that is well above 2.0 on the Tone Scale, that mostly consists of acks and mild interest in what is going on… in other words, you handle this in real life..”



HCOB 10 September 1983, PTSness and Disconnection

 In the section “Lost Tech” Ron says;  “Earlier disconnection as a condition was cancelled. It had been abused by a few individuals who failed to handle situations which could have  been handled and who lazily or criminally disconnected, thereby creating situations even worse than the original, because it was the wrong action.”







I was determined to see my son and this is what happened:

My mom and I found out what room he was going to be in and we waited by the elevator near his room. After he was settled in his room, Jim his father was standing by his bedside asking Jeremy if he wanted to see me.

Before Jim finished his sentence I went over to my son and said,  “Hi Jeremy I’ve been here for you all day and I’m so glad you’re doing well. I’m going to leave now so there is not a problem for you. I hope you get well real fast and I love you so very much.”

Jeremy looked at me and said, “I love you.”

Then I went to leave and saw my daughter talking to a nurse. I went up and hugged her telling her “I miss you and love you.”  Jessica hugged me back. Then her grandma gave her a hug.

This has been one hell of an emotional 2 days for me and my family.  Thanks for all your Love and support it means a lot!!!!

Lori Hogdson and her son Jeremy and daughter Jessica Leake in happier times.

Snipers comment on “Who Helped David Miscavige Take Over?”

I received this response to my latest posting on  ‘Who Helped Miscavige’


 I want to clarify that this is the author,  Sniper’s opinion.  I am making a separate posting for this response because it is very long, very interesting and has a lot of information.

Thank you Sniper for your input in the situation.

Aida Thomas


Sniper’s Comment

Lets look at Rathbun from the view of warfare. That’s what he was doing for 30 years while being in the church. He was sitting in the fortress (called Church of SCN) and fighting the “enemies of SCN”.

He had millions of Dollars, personal PI´s and got whatever was needed to destroy the whistle blowers, the “apostates” and the “squirrels”.

Now he is sitting on the other side trying to fight it. Trying to fight a fortress is stupid. Sun Tsu, Chinese general warned to do so, already 2500 years ago. (The art of war) Its exhausting and expensive and it was almost never successful and for sure never efficient.

Ask Larry Wollerheim or Gerry Armstrong. Based on his debrief available on the Internet, Larry was fed up fighting the church and though he won the legal battle after 25 years. The fortress is still there and it does not matter how insane it is inside. They still delegate POWER to a certain degree.

It took 60 years to get rid of the USSR and it was not done by external influences, nor by infiltration. It was done because a sane individual reached the highest rank. (Gorbachev)  And think about the fortress, Third Reich Germany.  It cost the allied endless billions of war machinery to defeat it and 60 million people lost their lives.

Usually one fights the enemy (at a place) where he is weak or can’t execute his skills.

Vietnam and Cuba have been the best examples how guerrilla tactics work best, but one can do it only on familiar terrain.  Or you heard the story about Troja, After 10 years of siege it was conquered with a clever deceit,  not with effort.

All whistle blowers made the same mistake. Larry Wollersheim, Jesse Prince, Gerry Armstrong, RV  Young and Bob Minton…  just to name a few, they tried to fight the fortress at a place where it is strong.

Now what has this to do with Rathbun

He also did not learn anything about it, he keeps going with the same mistakes and I bet that he will fail. He KNEW exactly what would happen if he stands up and speaks out.

Furthermore he is not telling us NEW Stories!! Not at all.

All the stories about abuse, intelligence, out tech, reging blah blah blah…   have been told already for years, even decades before HE decided to talk. There is absolutely nothing NEW,  just other incidents, other places, other times, other forms or additional data which have been omitted in earlier times.

I have been reading his blog for about one year.  He thinks he is an Opinion leader.

He is treated by his followers as an OL. Sure he is for about 100 Indies, maybe 1000 I don´t care.

What smells is his godly correctness about LRH and the tech. Whenever its possible he is pushing his message, I am standard tech, I got it, I am on source.

Furthermore he never lets anybody doubt that HE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT drop-out ever. He is making a lots of noise. Noise attracts and disperses attention and makes it difficult to look.

Although, I spotted a few outpoints which made me suspicious about his show.  And one of them is the following.  If one leaves the church to make up an independent movement,  he actually has no need to fight his earlier group or mates. He could just do it. Delivering service.

Or even if he is doing a liability (making up the damage, as he claims) he could just do it. It won’t be necessary to attack the fortress as he could pick up all the bodies the church left in the field and fix them.

But no.

He is even trying to remove power from the fortress  by ripping off parishioners from their lines.  And on top of that he has been refusing to apologize for harsh and evil fair game actions against earlier whistle blowers.  For example,  Gerry Armstrong.

I know Gerry personally. He is neither evil nor dangerous for his environment. It seems Rathbun is just picking the individuals HE likes to help. Why not inviting Paulette Cooper for a session?

Rathbun must not wonder that he is being chased and harassed. I am sure there are a lots of  (silent) auditors which deliver service and are not having problems with the church.

So why the show?

If its his intention to dispossess Miscavige by creating pressure from outside (ethics gradients) then its an out-point (DEV-T  unnecessary action) because he already formed a new group.

Why waste effort to the former group? He could give a shit on it. He won’t go back anyway.

Furthermore, his actions of whistle blowing were obviously useless and did not work. I do not criticize the act of whistle blowing,  but its a fact that Miscavige and his fortress is still there  (probably in a bad condition and bad reputation) but he is still reging money like crazy for estates, IAS and OT levels which don´t exist.

This concludes that the church still has power to a certain degree. They have marching parishioners,  money, assets and they still have comm lines and allies. Not even Hitler was such a bold guy.  I guess, Hitler and DM would be a good team.

Rathbun and Rinder also learned how to get rid of Miscavige. They could have done it while being in the church. As pointed out by Larry Brennan, the bylaws of CST say that the board members or the chairman of CST can dismiss the head of RTC.

Quote Brennan:  “All what needs to done is that the terminal (Board member) HOLDS its POSITION in front of Miscavige and FIRE HIM.”

Both guys, Rinder and Rathbun could have had an influence on a CST Board member, help him to confront AND FIRE THE ASSHOLE……..

But no, they did not. They preferred to leave and appear as poor victims.   “……Miscavige beats his staff…..”  That’s all that is left from 30 years of Sea Org training and experience?

You see, they were already inside the fortress, knew the rules, knew the scene, knew the game conditions and a real way out of the mess for all Scientologists  but they didn’t !!!! THAT’S THEIR REAL OVERT of omission!

Gorbachev didn’t blow:   HE DID IT!!!

Let me end with a quote from LRH.

“The thing you are not able to communicate to, you must fight.”   (DN 55)

So decide for yourself who is the psychotic,  Rathbun, Miscavige or both?

The Sniper


Who Helped David Miscavige Take Over?


“They must find it difficult, those that take authority as truth, instead of truth as the authority”

-Gerald Massey, Egyptologist.


I got in Scientology in 1976 and by then Ron was no longer appearing in public, but he was still in command and in communication with the public.  I saw the evolution of the Church until 1997 when I finally left. This is my take on what really happened with the Church and LRH. This is what I saw and some of what I learned later.

.Here I am on course on September 1977 at the American Saint Hill Organization, Los Angeles.

When Ron wrote Dianetics Modern Science of Mental Health in 1950, no one could really write a self help book like nowadays. It had to be written by a psychologist, a psychiatrist or perhaps by a minister of a Church.  And, the average person could not give counseling unless he was trained at a university and properly licensed.

But in today’s society we now have gurus, Life Coaches, New Age Practitioners, counselors, ‘facilitators’ and many others that come by different names.  In the present, pretty much anybody can invent a processes, write a book or start a practice, even if they had not been ‘recognized’ as such by an authority or a college degree. Actually, most of these New Age practices are derivations of Scientology,  like Avatar, Landmark Forum and others.

But for Ron, those were different times as ‘Auditors’ had no license to practice as counselors.  So LRH decided to make Scientology a religion or religious philosophy and Dianetics his science. Many people left when that happened. Nevertheless, the IRS still wanted him to pay taxes and of course, like everyone else, Hubbard wanted nothing to do with them.

Scientology’s purpose is to achieve higher spiritual and ethical levels. True, Ron was really ahead of his time with his new ideas as they simplified the application of many philosophies and thinkers that came before him.  He also acknowledged that his writings were based on thousands of years of  wisdom from past philosophers and scientists.

However, the IRS did not recognize Scientology as a religion and Hubbard HAD to pay taxes or else. This became a problem and he went into hiding. In the meantime, Mary Sue (his wife) had gone to jail for many years. Because of these factors, Mary Sue and Ron where separated for many years and its been said that they where unable to even communicate with each other.

When Ron died in 1986, the management of Scientology announced it at the Hollywood Palladium.  Unfortunately I could not attend the ceremony.  However, I later watched the video where Earle C. Cooley, (the lawyer that was present at Ron’s death) Pat Broeker and others  misrepresent the truth to the public.  They told everyone that LRH had “causatively left his body to go onto research advanced OT levels, which required that he be unencumbered of his earthly form”. 


Here is an old picture of the attorney who helped David Miscavige take over.  I learned he had died recently from a passionate eulogy presented on Marty Rathbun  blog where he called him a hero of all things.  On the contrary, the man was considered by many as a criminal.

( See the LRH’s Coroner’s report)  http://www.xenu.net/archive/hubbardcoroner/

The problem with  Hubbard “causatively leaving the body” is,  that he never left a message, written or taped, or even a journal speaking of it to the public.  We also never had a official  Power Change Formula from him. 

This outpoint alone is directly contrary to the basics of the Ethics Conditions that Hubbard himself pioneered.  The book Introduction to Scientology Ethics includes;

“Correctly applying the condition of power change makes it possible for a person to successfully take over a job his predecessor left behind” 

If the above statment of Ron “causatively leaving the body” and turning over his post is true.  One would think that his life’s work would have been important enough for him to have included such a thing. Not only did he consider this topic important enough to write about in general, but as well to include in the Ethics conditions (as it is such) with the  “Power Change Violation Repair Formula” as well. 

Knowing that this repair formula would be rather dificult to do once body death has passed, one would believe that Ron being a detailed man, would have certainly accounted for it before hand.  Again, that is if the statment “causatively leaving the body” were to be true.

This bothered me for a long time, but it was not feasible to know the truth. In those days there was no internet and unless you challenged the new Scientology authorities, there was no way to know what had really happened.

The only message Ron allegedly left, was a document dated 15 May, 1983,  in which he acknowledges David Miscavige as  “his trusted associate.”  In this document it also claims  Ron stating, “the charges that he is organizing the theft of my assets are completely false…”   At that time the public had yet to even hear of such charges, let alone a situation important enough to prompt a handling for them from Ron himself.  I guess it was the internal politics of,  “just in case”. 

Here is a copy of one page the document

Click to enlarge

On the next page one can see Ron’s signature. However, the document was not released as a Policy letter or Executive Directive as customary in the Church but is actually on numbered paper normally reserved for legal documents.  This being so, is NOT notarized and there are NO signatures of any witnesses as would be expected with such. To me, not only is this document then neither a “standard legal document” nor is it a customary Church document.

Finally if one looks closely,  LRH’s signature looks remarkably different from his signature on prior documentation, well as the Ron’s famous hallmark initials that we have seen over the decades. As for the finger prints… sadly enough, one not need be alive to make a finger print.

Here is Ron’s signature we all grew to know.  According to Jesse Prince, Norman Starkey forged his signature. Others have commented as well that David Miscavige and others used to brag on how well they could forging Ron’s signature from the “You can always write to Ron” letter line of the early years.


You do not have to be an expert to compare both signatures and see the difference.



David Miscavige and ‘his execs’ took charge of the Church of Scientology in the 80’s.  The first thing they did was to dismantle the Mission Network.  This act alone was in direct conflict with Ron’s directives of making Auditors and expanding the availability of Scientology and more aligned with shrinking the expansion to manageability of control. 

This started with the now infamous “Mission Holders Conference”,  where ALL mission holders where ordered to attend. Once in the venue and assembled,  Sea Org “guards” and staff promptly locked all the exits behind them.The rest of the story is available at length here, though validating the information for yourself must remain your own responsibility.  


After that evening almost all of the missions from all over the world suddenly folded and closed their doors.


Second in command then was Marty Rathbun, along with Mike Rinder. There were other execs such as Larry Brennan, Jeff Hawkins, Guillaume Lesevre, Ray Mithoff, Marc Yaeger, Jesse Prince, etc. These people at the time were the front line protectors of the Church and intrusted most with the implementation of KSW. So, why did they all fail?





Who helped David Miscavige come to power?

I don’t know for sure. But, one thing I do know for sure is that L. Ron Hubbard or David Miscavige alone did not destroy Scientology. On the contrary, this was a tight knit group headed by Miscavige after Ron’s death and all of the execs were very compliant to Miscavige’s orders. They did whatever they had to do to stay in his good graces and to keep him at the top. How did David Miscavige become COB?

All of the above mentioned executives as far as I am concerned were not applying the Tech at all. These being the very principles that attracted myself and others to Scientology to begin with.

What is “Greatness, Granting Beingness, Pan-determinism, Personal Integrity, What is true for you” and other similar values  suddenly all disappeared. In it’s place a dictatorial “have to do what we say or else” came into place and the environment instantly fell to danger and fear.

Free thinking was no longer allowed by the new Miscavige regime.

Most of those execs stayed for more than 20 years and supported Miscavige’s ‘reign of terror’. Apparently they were all a part of it through willfully perpetrating crimes against humanity by the damage they created worldwide. 

Not only did they harm Scientology, the most grave Suppressive Act considerable by Church Ethics through limiting it’s reach and application, bringing a bad reputation to the subject, holding the Church in harms way and “squirreling” the technology to a point of unworkability, etc.

Individually people lost their money, economic security, their youth was wasted, they lost their Families, Mothers, Fathers, Children and Siblings.

They lost their freedom and some even lost their lives.

Some of these so called, ‘execs’ finally  left and are now speaking out and publishing books with their stories.  It is clear that their policy of  “anything-goes”  was forcefully applied to make money and to stay in power without care or consideration at all about the damage they caused to the Church, the subject of Scientology and to people from all over the world.

Here are the main violators of this regime attack on lives and human rights:


In the meantime while all the above had occurred, apparently the IRS  had agreed to recognize Scientology as a religion.

Marty Rathbun was told that if Hubbard paid $12.5 million dollars of back taxes, Hubbard could come out and take charge of the church again.

Not only that, but the CofS would have tax free status as a religion.

According to insiders, David Miscavige did not want to pay the I.R.S. and have Hubbard take publicly viable charge of the Church again. This would have eliminated the need for a “via” of  Ron’s orders due to being in hiding and thus the ability to subjugate control from him.

Miscavige instead decided he liked being on the top.  Eventually the CST (Church of Spiritual Technology) was created with a controlling board of lawyers and others who were not even Scientologists.

The head of CST at its time of conception was Meade Emory.  Mr. Emory also held the position of Assistant to Commissioner of IRS!?  The Church was now being run not by dedicated clears and OT’s but by ‘wogs’ and I.R.S Officers!

Here is the “Tax crud” Meade Emory

Founder of the “Church of Spiritual Technology


Here is the link with all of the LEGAL documentation and names. You’ll be surprised at this information. Best link of them all.


Per the above link,  after they got rid of Hubbard, they now needed to get rid of Mary Sue Hubbard and her children as well. According to many witnesses this is what happened.


“Miscavige had Mary Sue Hubbard under “house arrest” in Los Feliz in LA. near the complex. She had two Sea Org members living with her and they went with her everywhere and reported daily to Miscavige what she did every day.”

“Soon after LRH’s death, Miscavige takes Jesse Prince and over a dozen other Sea Org execs and invade  the house of Mary Sue Hubbard… 

She was recovering from lung cancer surgery and was in a wheelchair at the time… 

Under duress, MSH made an agreement to waive her rights to her community share of the Estate of LRH…

This is how Miscavige swindled Hubbard’s heirs out of an inheritance worth 400 million.”


Here is an article from the St Petersbug Times that Miscavige, Marty and Rinder wish they could make it disappear.



Some of the purported Sea Org members who invaded MSH house and yelled at her until she signed the documents renouncing her legal rights to the intellectual properties of Scientology are listed as…

Jesse Prince

Lyman Spurlock 

Norman Starkey


Vicki Aznaran



Marc Yaeger


Ray Mithoff


Marty Rathbun


Here is Marty’s version of what had happened at MSH’s house.  It looks different than the one in the link above and the “historically accepted” version repeated through the years.


There are many witnesses who have stated that Marty Rathbun was an accessory to the take over of the Church from Mary Sue Hubbard and her family.

Allegedly after the take over, Marty and his wife Ann, Mike Rinder and his wife Cathy, as well as the other executives and their wives, all received a salary of $ 120,000 dollars annually… EACH! 

That meant each ‘exec couple’ made $220,000 dollars total a year. Plus all expenses paid, first class flights, expensive suits, dinners at the best restaurants, fancy accommodations, etc. 

All while the rest of the SO staff were eating rice and beans and sleeping in over crowded berthing facilities. Some as much as ten to a room.

Here are the ex-wives of those ex-executives.  They are now dissing their ex-husbands on TV and calling them losers.

From left to right,   Catherine Bernardini-Rinder, Katherine Fraser-Hawkins, Annie Joasem-Rathbun and with the glasses; Jenny Linson-De Voght.

When Mary Sue Hubbard died there was no eulogy from the Church for the founder’s honored and dearly loved wife. No announcements, acknowledgment or even “Historical Mention” made.  Instead they treated it as if she had never existed.  Mary Sue and her children were completely erased from Ron’s family album and history of the church.  Miscavige and his team made sure of that.

After the ‘golden team’ got rid of LRH and MSH. Now David Miscavige, Marty Rathbun, Mike Rinder, Greg Wilhere, Ronnie Miscavige, Ray Mithoff and others could be the top honchos of the ‘Authorized’ Organization of Scientology. They alone were now “Upper Management” and the end of Scientology as the world had known it had began.  Perhaps it began before,  but to me, that is where it all started.

For myself, I wanted to continue auditing, but many auditors and critics of Scientology had been raided by the police, which were allegedly ordered by Marty Rathbun.

The Independent Scientologists already had a group in 1982 and they had formal organizations and were delivering auditing.

Marty is NOT the first indie group.  Actually, he harassed those original independents and anyone else who dared to practice or criticize the Scientology religion outside of the ‘upper management’ control.

Here is Dennis Erlich one of the people that were raided by the police. Warren McShane a high exec of the Chruch had ordered it.  Dennis lost his house as a result of these operations.


 Just recently I have been reading Janet Reitman book,  ‘Inside Scientology’.  I would like to quote her  here for those who have not read it. If you read her book you will be shocked. It is very ‘enlightening’ as to ‘who is who’ in the crimes of Scientology.

First of all, on page 153 she describes  an accounts of how Miscavige and Rathbun stole the secret materials and personal effects of Ron Hubbard from Pat Broeker, who had been very close to Ron and was supposed to succeed him upon his death.

These so called “OT execs” behaved like thugs in old Chicago and were willing to steal, cheat, maim, lie and more for power. In that page she also mentions that According to Marty Rathbun, “there are no OT 9 and 10, let alone anything higher…”  More from Marty’s own blog:

“When the folders turned out to contain no holy grail, Broeker then said he had other LRH writings that constituted the keys to OT IX and X.

Another raid ensuedin which I coordinated a squad of armed outside security personnel to secure the premises”.

What does this mean? Was Marty willing to order his armed squad to shoot and murder Pat Broeker?

Marty made these claims on his blog, yet, for more than 20 years Marty and Miscavige led people to believe that there were more OT levels that would be released if Orgs became St Hill Size.

Wow! That meant n-e-v-e-r!

And, to do this they would have to gain and flow LOTS of money and assets to upper management as a result in the process whether they made it or not.

Here is a picture of St Hill I took in my last visit to England.


As it turned out, Marty knew for 20 years that the OT levels 9-15 did not exist at all!

Yet, they all played the game of telling the public and staff to  go for “St Hill size”  in order to deliver the rest of the OT levels.

All the while knowing full well they could not do it. Nevertheless, naturally they were selling them!

All these years of lies to the whole world!

And, some even paid in advance for those levels at the cost of a ton of money at that! Here is an old invoice for advance payment for OT IX and X.

People were being regged over $18,000.00 dollars for services that did NOT exist!!




Per Marty’s own words, he destroyed the evidence on the Lisa MacPherson case that could possibly have landed David Miscavige in jail, yet he protected him from the law. 

Marty Rathbun was an accessory to the dismantling and prosecuting of many auditors, Missions, staff members and the very first Independent Scientologists.

Marty also labelled Freezoners,  as ‘squirrels’; yet he now calls his own group;  “Independents, part of the Freezone” !?

He has been adjudicated as the person who has gotten a lot of people out of Scientology, however, to me, until Anon came and organized world wide demonstrations against Scientology, there was no way to be able to communicate and do something about it and thanks to them, long before Marty, many more walked out to freedom and spoke out.

There is a lot more to say with names and events that could be mentioned but I just wanted to share this information in a nutshell.  It is up to you, our readers, to create your own conclusions and gather further information from this point on.

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“Once a religion starts ordering you around, it is no longer a religion, it is a cult” 

-Aida Thomas, Class VIII Auditor



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Important Missing People in Scientology

There seem to be some missing people who played an  important role in Scientology,  yet no  one knows where they are.

Ray Mithoff Sr C/S Int

Where is the Sr C/S Int?  According to some reports from Marty Ratbun,  he is in some hole up in Hemet,  it is all in his blog if anyone wishes to read the lurid details of his whereabouts.  My only experience with him was when I was in the Class VIII course and I asked him a technical question and he was inept and could not answer.



Heber Jentzsch

I find this strange because most religious groups are grateful to those who have contributed and many times they are  acknowledged for it.  In Scientology they just simply disappear.  The interesting thing is that nobody knows where they are, yet they do not call the authorities to investigate. They simply have just vanished.

Heber Jentzsch has been in Scientology since 1967.  I remember him when he used to be the Public Relations Representative  for the now infamous Guardian Office, presently known as Office of Special Affairs.  He was the one who announced the death of LRH where they lied to us about what really happened.  I don’t know if he was privy of the truth or not, but he was definitely part of the charade.

Heber was always the  spokesman to the press and defended the Church ferociously whether they were right or wrong. He did not hold any real power, his post as President of the Church was mainly as spokesperson and to make the CofS look good.

In 1988 Heber Jentzsch was arrested in Spain along with 69 other Spanish members.  He was in jail in Madrid for about three weeks until the Church paid a million dollar bond.  In 2002 he was cleared of all charges.

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Michelle, ‘Shelly’ Miscavige

Michelle ‘Shelly’  Miscavige was Flo Barnett’s daughter.  Flo died in 1985, apparently she committed suicide by three shots to the chest and one to the temple from a semi-automatic rifle.  Two ‘suicide’ notes were found. The examiner determined Flo shot herself three times in the chest (with a rifle) before shooting herself in the head.  However, many consider the suicide ‘suspicious’ because it is hard to believe that she could actually shoot herself in the head with a rifle.

Just before her death she was reported to have had an argument with David Miscavige and threatened to go public and sue the Church of Scientology.  Flo,  Shelly’s mother had become a member of a declared ‘enemy group’,  David Mayo’s Advance Ability Center.

Shelly used to travel everywhere with David until there was a report that Shelly had become suspicious of the close relationship between Miscavige and his “Communicator,” Laurisse Henley-Smith.  Shortly after this,  Shelley Miscavige disappeared from the Int Base, was no longer present at meetings and her post title of  “COB Assistant” disappeared from internal dispatches.

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Diana Hubbard

I remember Diana Hubbard back in the 70’s.  I used to see Diana all the time at events and actually met her at an event in Zihuatanejo  Mexico.  She was very friendly, dedicated and interested.  She asked me what my plans were and if I was interested in working with her in the SO, I promised her that I would talk to her again after I was a Class VII Auditor. Of course it never happened.

All I know is that she is still in the SO,  she never visits her sister or her brother,  her nephews and nieces barely know her and that her own children are still in as well.

What I would like to know is the real reason why she is still in the SO,  despite the fact that she knew her mother was under house arrest by Miscavige in Los Feliz near the complex.  Knowing this and more and yet she still does not walk out like her sister Suzette and her brother Arthur did.

I want to point out that she apparently does not hold any position of importance in the SO,  as when I went to St Hill in England and did a tour at the Manor, I asked about Ron’s family and the guide had no idea who she or anyone else was.  I can see that David Miscavige made sure to have eliminated LRH’s family, because many Scientologists have never seen any pictures of Mary Sue or the children.  Most don’t even seem to know that LRH even had a family.

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Annie Broeker

Annie Tidman/Broeker/Logan, there is so much about her that a whole book can be written about her. She joined Scientology as a child with her parents in 1965,  she was one of the last persons to be with LRH at the end of his days. She is now in her mid 50’s, and until recently, her whereabouts were unknown.

Her ex-husband Pat Broeker is also missing.  Her latest ex-husband Jim Logan recently posted on ESMB some details I will discuss later.  Annie was allegedly LRH’s choice for his succesor,  however David Miscavige  took over with the help of Marty Rathbun and she ended up in the RPF instead.   Of course there is a lot more to say on Annie,  but that is all the time I have now…  more to come…Specially about Anne, there is a lot to say on this.