Scientology stole my son... Vancouver Org...
(Super condensed version)
Hello,
I'll do a quick intro... My names Ash... I was forced onto staff when I was 8 or 9... I realised at the tender age of 12 that Scientology was crazy... I remember looking around the chapel at an event and everyone, including my mother and father, with glazed over eyes, and mentally ill smiles clapping profusely to a picture of Ron looking up into deep thought...
That was when I had to get out... But, I couldn't... I had to hide... But, I had to get away from the Org... So I begged to go back to school... Finally I was allowed to attend "WOG" school that "teaches you nothing but bullshit, you'll never use"... According to my mother and father...
I graduated high school in Burnaby... I started to work, and save... I wanted to join the British Army... More than anything since I was a little kid...
I left for the UK just after 9/11... I finished training just in time to deploy with the infamous Desert Rats... I was a Challenger 2 gun director... War Fighting was my element... I got the knickname: "Weapon of Choice"... After the fatboy slim song of the time... The one with Christopher Walken flying around the ballroom?
I returned to our camp in Germany after 28 days of war fighting... I was granted leave... I hadn't been home in 17 months...
I got home, my mother said something about a beautiful and nice girl that wanted to meet me... I had zero interest... I was the happiest I had ever been, in a career I wouldn't trade for anything in the world... I never wanted marriage or kids... So, I had no interest...
She knocked on the door... She was wearing skin tight running attire (My brother said she was a "Honey Pot", Army slang for a female terrorist that lures you in with their... Charming personality, only to hand you over the teh IRA for execution)... She asked if she could "take kiwi (my moms dog) for a walk"... I said "fill your boots"... handed her the dog and closed the door...
She followed me around for days... Coming over and taking the dog for a walk... I had 30 days leave, and it was roughly halfway through, she was always around... My mother organized BBQ's and invited her... She would hang on my every word... her eyes fluttering while I spoke about the Army, and how much I loved it... with a couple days left on leave, I guess she finally worked up the courage to ask me out... "You wanna come to a party at my friends"? These were her "WOG" friends from collage... She wasn't into Scientology at the time... She had done maybe one extension course...
We went to her "Friends" party... They treated her like shit, and talked about her behind her back to me... They liked having her around because she would do stupid shit when she was drunk, so everyone would like her... After about an hour of this tosh, I stood up, and started to debrief the twats in the room... I grabbed "A" and we left... I explained to her the situation... She never spoke to them again...
She invited me out drinking and to a club... I wasn't interested... She said she'd pay for everything... The Army trained me to drink at an Olympic level... Unlucky for her...
We were each in our own corner dancing... I still didn't want to get involved... Her parents knew my parents from the Org... But, she started doing a kind of rain dance swinging her arms like a nutbag... She was smashed, but everyone had stopped and started pointing... So... I either left... Or hero'ed it like a prat... I chose the latter... We made out... We then went back to hers and got naked... The next week of leave was... delightful...
I left... Big smile... back to my one true love... The Army... and my Tanks, and mates...
Germany was lovely... But, unfortunately this girls started sending sexy emails... She was playing for keeps... I was only a man... Germany was getting political... The Regiments brilliant CO left, and a knob took over... Our Sergeant Majors got replaced with dickheads... Life went south fast... Regiment was going to shit... "A" was ramping up the pressure to leave the Army... "I'll look after you", "I'll help you"... "We can make a life together here"... etc...
Skip forwards a year...
We got married... In the f*cking Org! I was annoyed... She, cleaned out my savings for the wedding... I had no friends there... It was all Scientologist and family... I was beyond annoyed... My brothers told me to get rid of her just before I got married... But, she was my crypto-night... Still is...
My mother got her on course... Then another... and another... "A" dropped school... Got an office job... The end started...
Skip forwards two years?
My son is born... I was leaving her just before we got pregnant... I was leaving her for the Army... Now I had to stay to make sure my son was healthy... Only a month after having my son, she was back at the Org... All night... We would sit around during the day, and she would run off until 11-11:30 every night...
I looked after my son... Ran his legs so he could toot... Washing him in the sink when his poops went all the way up his little back... I loved him more than life... But, I was depressed that my wife was never around, and when she was she was thinking about going down to the Org, or angry at me for not going on course... All our daily activities had to be complete well before 4pm so she could get down to the Org in time for course...
Skip forward...
I was leaving her again... I had to go back... My son was healthy and a year old... ish... I had to go... When I left Vancouver to join the Army, I spat on the ground before entering the airport... I hate this city... With a passion... I never wanted to live here again... But, she dragged me back... I loved the UK... and Germany... Even prefer Iraq or Afghanistan to Vancouver... All my mates, and adopted mums, dads, brothers, and sisters were overseas... Long story short... Any time I stayed with a mate and his family, they adopted me as one of their kids... Love em... Miss my UK families...
Fast forwards a bunch... To 2012... After six operational tours as a fighting soldier, and working Special Operations... I returned to Vancouver... I didn't want to, but she forced me... I was put forward for selection, SAS, and I also wanted to look at a transfer to the Army Air Corps to fly the WAH-64D Apache gunships... Either, would have been another dream come true... But, after tell my Ex I was being sent for SAS selection, she said "That's great, but you'll never see me or your son again"... She wanted us to be a "Power house Scientology couple" and what I wanted didn't matter...
In 2012 I returned home from Afghanistan... I had money in the bank... I spoilt her and my parents... gave em huge chunks of money for Christmas, and took them on trips, spending thousands on em... Tens of thousands... My parents couldn't make rent a lot of months... So I bailed em out... Buuuuut, they were able to afford donating over $30,000 to the Org... They received a brick for the Ideal Org donations... As a reward I guess... Well done... Muppets...
My missus was happy until 2013... Almost 2014... I still wasn't working, and my savings was drying up... So I went to Alberta to paint road lines... She called one day... Screaming at me... I didn't know what was going on... After 40 minutes I calmed her down enough for her to start sobbing... I still had no idea... I was starting to tear up now... Scared... I returned to her and my son...
This year I found out why she called me like that... See, her mother was a Scientologist too... She lost her mind so bad she was committed to an institution, she received electro shock therapy... My ex has many signs of mental illness (So bad that the RCMP have voiced concerns to the Ministry of Families) that got worst and worst the more time she spent at the Org... When she was away from it, and away from her parents and mine, life was pretty blissful together... But they just kept draggin her back... Anyway, back to 2014, when she was loosing her mind over the phone as I was in Alberta, it was because her step-mother who is the head of the Vancouver DSA had labelled me a 1.1... My Ex... Lost it and sucked up the evaluation without thought... The end had started...
This year after a couple more of my ex's mental breakdowns... One on Christmas day too, it was lovely, my wife screaming at me over sheets, my son crying uncontrollably, thanks Scientology... She started really ramping it up as people at the Org were pressuring her more and more to either get me on course or get rid of me like another girl in the Org had done to her Husband a couple months prior...
We were arguing... I said calmly "You know what? Maybe it's (Scientology) just not for me"... She flipped... Started throwing herself around the kitchen... I got scared and comforted her... She sobbed... and then walked off to the bedroom to sleep... Or read L Ron...
Three days later, she abducted my son from his school, ran off to the island and every Scientologist we knew, including my parents and hers all excommunicated me... I should have seen it coming... She was an hour late the night before she left... They clearly had a meeting... My father helped her move out and into my parents house... Her parents didn't want her back with them because she's impossible to live with... She doesn't clean or cook... I had to do that too, drive my son to school and daycare, sports, you name it, I was basically a single father... And I also was allowed to pay for rent... Yay me! For being a complete and utter wanker!
So... 14 years of marriage gone... I met up with her two months after she left... I recorded the conversation... She was crying and begging me not to walk off... But, then her step mother met up with me, lied to my face... I recorded her too... A couple days later my ex emailed me that it was over... Good thing she had all those courses on confronting people... She ended a 14 year marriage via a crappy little email... She had been talking to her step mother every night before the email my son had told me... In a closed room in their basement... She was coached every step of the way...
On top of all of this... My Aunt and Uncle were labelled SP's when they left... Buuuut, my Aunt managed to get some very good Int on the Vancouver Org and it hiding a child molester, child rapist, and kiddie porn collector, who two of which were on staff... Not surprising as my mother physically abuses the children in her daycare, she felt obliged to re-hired the child molester in full knowledge of his crimes... Good people... Scientologist, just a higher level of ethics then all us WOGs... incidently "wogs" in the UK is like the "N" word in the US... Go L Ron...
I've made a video...
and started a fundraiser... Oh yeah, they were kind enough to take my son too... He's only 10 and his name is Archer... He wants nothing to do with them and managed to get an email to me somehow saying:
"Daddy please I want to talk to you I hate it here she is not letting me talk to you or interact with daddy �������� I need you I love you Sent from my iPad"...
https://youtu.be/8sX5mJOuhMw
Video link... With GoFundMe link...
If anyone can help me get the word out... I wanna go public... I wanna go loud... No more Low Pro... I've been hiding amongst these crazies for over 26 years... My new reason for living is stopping the injustice and criminal activities of the Vancouver Org... Leah is sorting out the rest... I just want the sleeper cell that's here in Vancouver... I know terrorist... And I've seen the same look in my father's and ex-wife's eyes as I saw in suicide bombers before they detonated... Just like this woman in Baghdad in 2009 that looked straight at me then blew herself up killing 40 non-combatants... Same... Shark... Eyes...
Give Scientology (maybe) ten years... They will be blowing themselves up, or shooting innocents... Maybe even screaming "L Ron, Akbar"!!! while they do it... (Joking, maybe)...