What It's Like
Apr. 26th, 2011 09:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deirdreIn Scientology after Hubbard had relinquished power, there were several coups beginning in 1981.
The first was the infamous Mission Holder's conference in 1982, which came after events the preceding year. The fallout also removed the heads of Scientology at that time.
Then David Mayo, who'd been Hubbard's auditor (therapist, if you prefer), was expelled in 1983. He was a partial author of NOTs, which translates to OT V, VI, and VII. (The OT levels are done post-Clear and there are 8 of them; OT VII is a huge cash cow for the CofS.) Mayo eventually sued and settled. An interesting footnote from Marty Rathbun and Mike Rinder says: "David Miscavige has made numerous alterations with “new improved” NOTs and Solo NOTs over the years. The most on Source, unaltered HCOBs on NOTs are the original NOTs series, the ones that have been readily available on the internet for the past fifteen years. I know that and Mike Rinder knows that because we ran litigation for more than twenty years that sought to prevent those very materials from being available in the public domain. And we compiled the evidence from LRH’s archives – described above – in years-long attempts to keep the materials secret."
Then after Hubbard died, the death event (which I missed as I was not willing to drive back to LA that day) said that Pat and Annie Broeker would become the heads of Scientology (they were two of the four witnesses on Hubbard's death certificate). The following year, they were persona non grata and Miscavige took over. He's still the head.
Thus, the multi-year coup was finally settled, and things have been on the decline ever since.
There's been three people who've been asked about by the ex- and critic communities for years: Where's David Mayo? Where's Pat Broeker? (Annie is Miscavige's maid, apparently) Where's Heber Jentzsch? (He's in The Hole on the Hemet base.)
This last week, David Mayo came out of the woodwork after not being heard from in public since sometime in the late 1980s or early 1990s.
But what I really wanted to get to was what it was like to be under constant infiltration after one had gotten away from the CofS. This recent post from David's wife Julie explains it:
The first was the infamous Mission Holder's conference in 1982, which came after events the preceding year. The fallout also removed the heads of Scientology at that time.
Then David Mayo, who'd been Hubbard's auditor (therapist, if you prefer), was expelled in 1983. He was a partial author of NOTs, which translates to OT V, VI, and VII. (The OT levels are done post-Clear and there are 8 of them; OT VII is a huge cash cow for the CofS.) Mayo eventually sued and settled. An interesting footnote from Marty Rathbun and Mike Rinder says: "David Miscavige has made numerous alterations with “new improved” NOTs and Solo NOTs over the years. The most on Source, unaltered HCOBs on NOTs are the original NOTs series, the ones that have been readily available on the internet for the past fifteen years. I know that and Mike Rinder knows that because we ran litigation for more than twenty years that sought to prevent those very materials from being available in the public domain. And we compiled the evidence from LRH’s archives – described above – in years-long attempts to keep the materials secret."
Then after Hubbard died, the death event (which I missed as I was not willing to drive back to LA that day) said that Pat and Annie Broeker would become the heads of Scientology (they were two of the four witnesses on Hubbard's death certificate). The following year, they were persona non grata and Miscavige took over. He's still the head.
Thus, the multi-year coup was finally settled, and things have been on the decline ever since.
There's been three people who've been asked about by the ex- and critic communities for years: Where's David Mayo? Where's Pat Broeker? (Annie is Miscavige's maid, apparently) Where's Heber Jentzsch? (He's in The Hole on the Hemet base.)
This last week, David Mayo came out of the woodwork after not being heard from in public since sometime in the late 1980s or early 1990s.
But what I really wanted to get to was what it was like to be under constant infiltration after one had gotten away from the CofS. This recent post from David's wife Julie explains it:
But this reminds me of a situation that has replayed many times during my life. How to communicate with someone who has different intentions than what they have expressed. Perhaps it is better to not communicate with that person at all. Perhaps that truly is the best solution and is my weakness. Because time after time I have communicated to people that I suspected were there for other reasons than what they expressed. But I have great faith in the goodness of man and I think anyone posting to this site probably in some way truly thinks he is doing the right thing. Me included.
I've been thinking of a time way back in around 1987. An old friend, named Johnny, (real name), contacted us and wanted to stay with us. We could hardly refuse. He was a person that greatly helped me in very difficult times. I will never forget his compassion and help. He was a friend to both of us.
He arrived for the weekend and was settled into the guest bedroom. We were living in a two bedroom house in Redwood City, CA at the time. After dinner, he said he was interested in hearing about a course I was developing at the IRM where I worked as a research assistant. I had nothing to hide, so I said, "of course".
He said he needed to get something and came back to the dining room with a bag which he somewhat nervously placed nearby. We all thought, "Oh, he has a tape recorder in that bag. He is going to record the conversation and take it back to someone else." He said he was out. Somehow it seemed rude to challenge him. It seemed like it would violate too many social conventions to just say, "Come on Johnny, What do you have in that bag?" We loved him. We didn't want to hurt him. He confessed he liked us too. I distinctly remember him saying, "I don't know why, but I really like you guys."
In his own way he was saying, "I'm not supposed to like you guys, but I really do." Somehow we all knew it was a charade but didn't want it to interrupt our friendship. A year later he wrote to us and said he wanted to spend another weekend with us. I never answered. Of course, he knew we knew and probably was secretly relieved he didn't have to go through the ordeal a second time.