I left scientology because I did not feel that I belonged and, perhaps, because I feared my issues would never be resolved. Since leaving I have been reading about Hubbard, dianetics and scientology, trying to make heads or tails of the whole thing.
Since I never witnessed any “wrong” doings inside the organization, I gave very little value to what some people out there were claiming and didn’t bother to hide the fact that I didn’t. To this day I’m not a detractor of scientology, or, rather, the church. They are not one and the same thing.
Reading some of the comments on this site and the information about idenics, I realized that I might be wrong. We always witness a small part of what we see. We don’t see what is hidden in the shadows and, even if we did, all we are capable of witnessing is a small portion of what is really going on.
This is not only true about us as individuals, it’s also true about us as a collective. We only have bits and pieces of the reality that surrounds us. What’s more, we can’t be sure that what the guy next to us says he saw is really true. There is just no way to ascertain that. The point of view of each of us is faulty because we apply our particular filters to what we see and give our particular twist, or interpretation, to it. It’s not that we want to lie, it’s that we are human and are not perfect, no matter what we want to believe.
There are those among us out there who have particular skills weaving tales. You see those people in politics weaving confusing interpretations of what is going on with our government. Some of them want us to believe that it’s all good, others, that it’s all evil and all shades in between. Each hands over as evidence particular interpretations of events that they weave together to give credibility to their tale. In the end, we don’t really know who is telling the truth, nor who we should believe, so, we must chose a reality and hope that it’s the right one.
The same thing happens with history. The winner, the person who has the power, gets to weave that tale. His version of what happened becomes accepted history. It’s what we are taught in school but there are those that dig into history and find certain details that permits them to weave their own tale. A tale that will be a better fit to their ends. Whether those ends are political, or just plain greed, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that they weave a tale and get other people to believe it.
In the end all they generate is confusion. We lose sight of what is true and we might never be able to find it. Because of that we are forced to walk our path in confusion. Never knowing if our steps are taking us in the right direction, or if we are going to fall of a cliff.
Because of this I have decided to abandon my efforts to find out the truth about a situation I seem to have lived in the 50’s where some one died in a dianetics center, perhaps in Elizabeth, NJ, while trying to get to Hubbard. For all I know that was the creation of an overactive imagination. In any case, what ever happened back there is not important. What is important is what I do with my life now.
So, in an effort to clear my mind of doubts, misinformation, programming, or any chains I may have accepted or acquired in my relationship with scientology, or similar philosophies, I would ask a couple of questions that some of you might be able to answer. In this writing I will try to ask an initial question. I will ask more as my understanding expands.
The question seems simple to me but, that’s from my point of view. Something that might be faulty.
I would like to know about the hook, the line and the sinker, that got us into scientology. I’m not talking about what keep people in, I’m talking about the basic stuff. What brought us into scientology.
In my case the hook and the bait were the book and the promises in it. Particularly the idea that I could recover lost abilities, learn the process to accomplish this and apply it to my family and friends.
I did not care much for the superman idea. I was not interested in turning into homosuperior, or any such thing. I though Hubbard was exaggerating things but, even so, I walked in, tried the process and saw enough possibilities to decide to continue my experience.
In time I realized that I was being pushed away from dianetics into something else that I did not like. I complied for a while but it became apparent that what I wanted could not possibly be found in the church. In the end, I walked out and have not returned, nor do I have plans to do so even though, from my point of view, there is no one else that has the tools they have.
So, what brought you in?
