JackieWilson
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Ed Brewer was one of the most colorful individuals I knew in the SO. He was a short stocky Scot, from Canada, proud of his Scottish Linage. I don’t recall what he did at Flag. I believe he was in the ER. In PAC, he was Engineer of the Hotel. He was fast friends with Capt Bill. When Bill would come to LA, we would go bike riding. Ed had a chopped Sportser and Bill a top of the line BMW. Ed was, I believe, one of the first, if not the first OT-III, 'experimental' OT-III he called it. He was smart, tough and capable. He liked drama. Ed always referred to Hubbard as “the old man and put forth a kind of respect for him like he would die to protect him.
Ed was cocky and got pleasure defying most who tried to control him, like Flag Reps, LRH Coms. I frequently wondered if he was an RCMP plant, with the best possible cover (i.e., he acted like trouble). In any event, I was taken with his line of bull shit. Ed’s brother, Bill, was also tough, and big and tall. He had been kicked out of the SO, not ‘expelled,’ because, while at Flag he had tried to smuggle diamonds from Africa to South America. This may have had something to do with Ed’s removal from Flag.
One weekend, Bill drives down from Canada in his new big Buick. Ed gets a bunch of us together to go to a British Pub in Santa Monica to drink stout and toast whatever in English and Scot accents. There were six of us. Ken Huston and Harry Hopwood and two more whose’ names will not come to mind. On the way back to the Hotel Org (Manor) we decide to stop at Denny’s on Western. Bill wants to keep his new car nick free, so we park a way out. Ken stays in the car, asleep.
Breakfast finished, we walk toward the car. As we get near, a large young man, larger than any of us, jumps out of a car, chrome plated Saturday night special in hand and yells, “Alright, you mother F__kers!” This is the only time, in or out of Scientology I have ever felt like I was outside of my body (though I wished I could have gotten out during 'book and bottle'). The guy was nuts on some kind of drug. It was unclear if he was out to kill, rob or curse us to death. Everyone but Ed froze (Well, I was moving ever so slowly backwards). Ed kept walking to the car. Two male voices from the car start directing the kid. The tell him to 'make a believer out of' Ed. He walks up to Ed and sticks the gun in his face while I inch backward to Denny’s. Ignoring the guy, Ed had reached into his pocket for the car keys. He stops and looks the kid in the eyes, then up and down. Then he turns away and put the key in the door. A voice from the other car tells the kid to shoot Ed in the leg. Bang! Bill (yes Bill) screams, runs at the guy, a third again his size. One hand goes on the gun, the other on the kid’s throat. He runs right over him. The other car takes off.
The five of us subdue the guy, with Ed putting him in a choke hold. Bill attempts to end the kid’s life, but the gun jams. Once things calm down, Ed say, “Bill can you take this guy, I think I'm shot. In fact, there was a bullet benignly lodged beneath Ed’s knee cap. A second bullet went through a rear door of the car and was laying next the sleeping Ken.
The next day, the Hotel Gardian put us in treason for pulling in a flap.
Ed was cocky and got pleasure defying most who tried to control him, like Flag Reps, LRH Coms. I frequently wondered if he was an RCMP plant, with the best possible cover (i.e., he acted like trouble). In any event, I was taken with his line of bull shit. Ed’s brother, Bill, was also tough, and big and tall. He had been kicked out of the SO, not ‘expelled,’ because, while at Flag he had tried to smuggle diamonds from Africa to South America. This may have had something to do with Ed’s removal from Flag.
One weekend, Bill drives down from Canada in his new big Buick. Ed gets a bunch of us together to go to a British Pub in Santa Monica to drink stout and toast whatever in English and Scot accents. There were six of us. Ken Huston and Harry Hopwood and two more whose’ names will not come to mind. On the way back to the Hotel Org (Manor) we decide to stop at Denny’s on Western. Bill wants to keep his new car nick free, so we park a way out. Ken stays in the car, asleep.
Breakfast finished, we walk toward the car. As we get near, a large young man, larger than any of us, jumps out of a car, chrome plated Saturday night special in hand and yells, “Alright, you mother F__kers!” This is the only time, in or out of Scientology I have ever felt like I was outside of my body (though I wished I could have gotten out during 'book and bottle'). The guy was nuts on some kind of drug. It was unclear if he was out to kill, rob or curse us to death. Everyone but Ed froze (Well, I was moving ever so slowly backwards). Ed kept walking to the car. Two male voices from the car start directing the kid. The tell him to 'make a believer out of' Ed. He walks up to Ed and sticks the gun in his face while I inch backward to Denny’s. Ignoring the guy, Ed had reached into his pocket for the car keys. He stops and looks the kid in the eyes, then up and down. Then he turns away and put the key in the door. A voice from the other car tells the kid to shoot Ed in the leg. Bang! Bill (yes Bill) screams, runs at the guy, a third again his size. One hand goes on the gun, the other on the kid’s throat. He runs right over him. The other car takes off.
The five of us subdue the guy, with Ed putting him in a choke hold. Bill attempts to end the kid’s life, but the gun jams. Once things calm down, Ed say, “Bill can you take this guy, I think I'm shot. In fact, there was a bullet benignly lodged beneath Ed’s knee cap. A second bullet went through a rear door of the car and was laying next the sleeping Ken.
The next day, the Hotel Gardian put us in treason for pulling in a flap.
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