Hello Jennyfurr. I am very glad to see you. I recognize you from Mike Rinder's blog. I post there under the name Skyler. I try to stay as anonymous as possible and so I use a so-called 'pen name' on every different board I join. The above post was made by someone calling themself 'Hubbard Hater'.
Here is a link.
https://www.mikerindersblog.org/friday-regraded-being-180
And now for my story.
When I was in high school (ages 13-16) there was a girl that I lusted after. She was about five years older (emotionally speaking) than the other kids and there was just something so exciting about her. But I was very juvenile and she made it clear she had no interest in me. She would date older men. Much older. She was always interested in things that were far, far advanced than most of the kids. Things like Allen Ginsberg and On the Road by Jack Kerouac. I thought she was wonderful.
During my first year in University, I had moved downtown and met her in an area of the city where all the hippies lived. This was 1967. We said hello and she asked me if I would like to buy some LSD. I declined but thought it was so like her to be so advanced. She was likely the very first person from my high school to be dealing LSD back in 1967.
Cut to 1978. I was working and living in Vancouver and ran into her one day. She was married and introduced me to her husband. They invited me to their home so we could continue the reunion. I could hardly believe it. She had never been the slightest bit interested in me and now she was inviting me to her home. I still had strong lustful feelings towards her and hoped there might be a chance that she was now sexually liberated and there may be a chance for me. But that never happened. Instead they told me they were working on a "project" and asked if I might be willing to help them out. Very mysterious. But I was going to chase this lustful adventure until it crashed - one way or another.
It turned out this "adventure" concerned her husband getting enough practice at Scientology auditing to become an auditor - or so he lied to me. He got me to tell him every drug I had ever taken. I decided to have some fun and told him the names of all the most exotic drugs I could think of. I even made up some names of 3 letter acronyms like "RX7" just to fuck with him. He just nodded when I told him the phony names and I then knew this auditing was just bullshit - just like the rest of all the bullshit.
Then they invited me to have a "fun time" by seeing what you get to lean in Scientology. They told me how wonderful it was and how my life would be changed for the better in many ways. So I went and tried it. The first thing we did was the drill where you cannot laugh or change the expression on your face and every time you do, another person would say "Flunk". I went in three times and knew this was all complete idiocy and I would never go back.
Their next step was to invite me to come out with them on a few "fun adventures" with some of their "friends". Well I was willing. I hoped that if even if I never got into bed with her, maybe I could meet some nice girls. The first so-called adventure consisted of her and her hubbie and four other friends going roller skating. One of the friends was indeed a girl. All evening long, she talked about nothing but her stools and their composition and how she was trying to balance her diet to change the nature of her stools. It took me almost a full second to realize she was completely nuts and there was something very wrong here.
That was enough for me. But then the phone calls started. One of the people I had met at the course started to phone me and tell me that I had to come back because I was only in the middle of the course and the good things would not happen unless I completed it. He also told me that bad things would happen to me if I failed to complete it because my mind had been opened and needed to be healed by completing the course or my life would take some terrible turns. At first, I tried to be polite and tell him "no thanks" and "it`s not for me". But he wouldn`t have any of that. He would keep on phoning until finally I told him I would come back but I never did.
Funny thing was that I was working for the phone company at that time and if I had told him to stop and he kept on calling, I think I could have had them remove his phone. In any case, I ran into her and hubbie a week later and she looked at me with such a sad and soulful look and made that telephone sign with her hand and mouthed the words "call me" to me. But I never again had anything to do with them.
That is my story. They never got a penny from me. But I always paid attention to anything in the news about Scientology and I remember hearing about one terrible, disgusting case where someone who had been taking a few lessons in the first course made the mistake of telling them her grandparents had just gotten $100,000 from an inheritence. They took her to her grandparents and would not leave until they agreed to give them that exact amount to pay for their grandchild to take a bunch of courses. They alternated between saying how good life would become for her if she took them and how bad life would become if she didn't. They would not leave and different people came in while some went out so they 'tag teamed' this elderly couple and never allowed them to sleep. Ultimately, they stayed there for 3 days until the grandparents agreed they would do anything if only they would fuck off and let them sleep.
Ever since, I have taken every opportunity I had to slam TS (The Scam). I call it "TS" because I consider it to be the worst scam ever to afflict this planet and I think when something is the foremost or best or worst thing, it is referred to by using the word "The" to prefix it.
I have contributed as much money as I can afford to Mike Rinder's blog and to The Aftermath Foundation and I plan to give them some more money in the future to support them. No one has ever asked me for any money. Whatever I gave was of my own desire to help.
WELCOME TO ESMB!
