I talked to David a couple of times via phone in the Spring of 2011. During one email conversation I got invited to drive up and meet he and Julie halfway along on their trip to Michigan. I would've been disappointed if it wasn't them when I got up there, but I didn't end up going.
One time David was using a Magic Jack plugged in somewhere when we talked. I told him I had been given one, but was sure it wouldn't work. He laughed and said he was giving me 'proof' that it
did. LOL
David was a very caring person. He was my C/S out at the Advanced Ability Center. I arrived out there after bouncing around from Org to Org getting reviews. I was going into heart failure due to tachycardia on the purif. I was also in bad shape after having been audited by someone I was PTS to. The 'soul cracking' that Nibs spoke of in the 1983 interview was happening to me. It's very introverting to be hit that hard for no apparent reason, with the clobbering 'hits' coming from some unknown dimension. I submerged in order to protect myself and became encapsulated in something that was running a can't have on me. I was receiving electric shocks to my body from within my body.
I'd had obtained the AAC's phone number when I fell ill with the flu at ASHO. I called and went up the coast by bus to see him, leaving my things still in my room at the Manor Hotel. I had a lot of hope after I was interviewed. I flew back to Florida to await my refund of my advanced payments and to earn more money. I had decided this was my last chance.
Ken Urquhart took me on as a PC when I returned there. The AAC was still set up inside Larry Little's house in Monticeto. I had had a bad time of it in auditing as I was getting electronic searing hot spots at certain points on my body. I felt I was becoming grouped tighter and tighter instead of feeling more expansive as a result of auditing. I was fighting for my sanity and not being cooperative in session any more and refused to run any track. I didn't think anyone would know what was wrong with me. But David did. How he knew, I don't know. He wrote a special program for me. He had me given my right items. How did he know what I'd not been allowed to have...? That was his genius. I was so scared we would 'wake up' the who/what that was stuck to me. I'd not known such a condition could happen, and I stated I wanted the repair so I could leave Scientology and become my old self.
During the first weeks there I wasn't sleeping very well, having insomnia. I was there about 3 months in all. One afternoon, out of total exhaustion I was searching for a place to pass out . Larry's house was full of people using the bedrooms as auditing rooms. I discovered a tiny cubicle off the garage where the lawn furniture and a couple bikes were stored. It was dark in there. I went in and passed out on the stacked chairs. I did not wake up for quite a while. David was frantic that I was suicidal, or that something bad happened in the session or that I took off. I was not in a psychotic break, but had been near one. David had anyone available looking for me and I think someone even tried to call my home to see if anyone had heard. Maude Castillo was furious about the hubbub I'd caused when I re-emerged from the little room. I was touched that anybody had even bothered. It was David who ASKED them to bother. No one else knew of my mental frailty at the time.
I was there on the cuff. I think Julie and David ok'd it so that I could pay when I got my refunds. They were making no money from auditing me there and my refund was tediously slow in coming. I was taking up valuable auditor time and they were in need of cash from incoming PCs lining up particularly on weekends. David made sure I kept my place on the HGC roster and that I wouldn't leave worse off, and hopefully would be a lot better off. His generosity probably saved my life so I could continue with it. He was interested in me and cared when I understood nothing of the 'why' for my condition. I'd just previously been exterior to ALL minds as it seemed to me..... in a Zen sense.
Julie Mayo who took me on as her PC before I left. We did INT buttons I think, and David often had a question or two for her to ask me at start of session. Out of session, when he would speak to me, I was embarrassed that he had actually READ the worksheets. MY GOD, what C/S has time to read the recorded jabber jabber of PCs. ... shockingly he did. I still can't believe he did that.
When I got back home to Florida, Julie Mayo, my auditor corresponded with me at length for over a year, keeping up with my progress. David often asked about me she said, and she would read him parts of my letters and he would sometimes comment. This was a BUSY man. But I hope this shows David's character and his overwhelming capacity to CARE, his willingness to take responsibility for another person, and to fix mistakes that might have happened at another Org. He didn't have PC folders to go by, he had to investigate each PC and assess what they needed by instinct and observation. He was willing to take the time to do the interviews himself when he could've easily assigned another.
I like to think of David Mayo as a Renaissance man. An alchemist at heart. He had an astute sense of what caused things to be formed into what they were, and conversely, what might dissolve those structures. I place him in league with the philosophers under the Medici when they first found the Corpus Hermeticum. Looking back thru history, I see how
similar some earlier similars ARE. So many times since the Gnostics tried to exteriorize, to the Neoplatonists of the Renaissance, has an organized religion sought to torture it's most capable and inspired. They're all heretics, evil doers leading others astray from the ONLY valid path. The 'automatic' control script seems imprinted in the Cosmic psyche and plays out whenever the needle is brought down to touch the groove. If we
are in a matrix, the Archons must be a
serious lot indeed toward those looking to play in a different sandbox.
IMO, the alchemy happening in auditing was the 'great work' of changing mass back into spirit. At least, that was the dream, anyway. It seems the 'mass conversion specialists' fled the church much like the physicists fled the Nazis.