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I just finished reading Feral's story. It's quite impactful on many levels. I think he has amazing courage and fortitude to be able to have withstood all that he endured. I hope your daughter s doing well.
In 1985 I was in Waltham Ma working as a machinist. I believe it was 1985. Prior to Feral's story, Jeff Hawkins Counterfeit Dreams had had the most impact for me. It was his TV book campaign that had made me aware of the book. I had never seen a book advertised on TV before. Then the ad dissapeared for about a year and then came back. I had never seen this before either.
In the fall of 1987, a guy I had worked with in Waltham called me and said I should come work where he worked. He said I would fit in well and i was a better machinist than most people who worked there. Because most of my time in Waltham was spent going to bars and getting drunk alot I thought this would be a good idea.
So I went to Ashland. The work was very interesting and intricate with close tolorences and I usually didn't have to make more than five of anything. The shop had numerous machinists that were brought to the states from England because he had trouble findng good machinists in the US. The shop foreman was from England and oneof the machinist was a close friend of one of the members of AC/DC. They did a concert in Boston when I worked there.
Two months after I started working there my friend tells me that he's leavng to work in his fathers shop. He had created a "he and I against the rest atmosphere" in the shop and now was leaving. When he left there was a atmosphere of animosity left that I had to contend with. This became quite difficult at times. So I remembered Dianetics.
I went to a Seven Eleven and found one on a small carousel bookrack and took it home. It took 2 mos to get through it. I put it down in disgust many times, then picked it up again. The first few chapters were tough to get through. Didn't really get it. But when I got into the reactive mind and the tech it became fascinating. I finished the book and called.
The person I spoke to wanted me to come in right then. I was taken back by that. They kept insisting. I said I would come in the next day. It was odd but I wanted to know more about Dianetics. Too bad.
After work the next day I drove to Boston. 26 Miles. When I get there, there 's no place to park. That is a constant at the Boston org. So I go to a phone booth (they don't exist anymore) and call to say I can't find a parking space. I'm told to go to a parking garage, but I couldn't find it. Then I'm told to park in residential parking and later had a ticket.
I go into the org, tell them who I am, and they sit me down. I sat for a while. It's common to do a lot of sitting and waiting at the Boston org. No one talked to me while I waited. Odd.
After some time, a woman holding a manila folder and some paper approaches me and I follow her up the stairs to the fifth floor. Elevator didn't work.
We go into the room and she closes the door and tells me where to sit.
Right off the bat, it gets wierd. She tells me to close my eyes and starts telling me that she has heard it all before and it's ok to tell her anything. This puts me on guard. What the hellis she talking about? where's the procedure that I read in the book? Are experiences about pain supposed to be difficult to talk about? What kinds of things has she heard?
She tells me to recall an emotional experience and to tell her what's happening and, again that she's heard it all so I can tell her anything.I'm getting the idea that she wants me to tell deep secrets. I'm there to run out engrams. This is not what I was expecting. So I decide to relate my break-up with my last girlfriend the day she left. Minus any juicy details.
I went through it a number of times and didn't really experience anything. Not even the emotion I had felt at the time. That was my first experience with the tech. Not much. But I figured I had paid for 5 hours (that's what they were selling then) I 'd come back the next day.
The next day I was given a new auditor,Larry, who was introduced to me by my old auditor. We did a session of no cosequence but at least he was doing what was in the book. So I came back the next day for my third session.
This time larry brought me into a completely dark room on the third floor. It was a cubicled area with a dirty worn out rug and I could here other people being audited in there. This time i ran an injury and larry used repeator technique on me. I felt something happen to my leg. I was surprised as this probably would have been my last session had it not happened.
Larry then ended offf and took me to the reg.
This is where I met Ralph Box. Not long after this, Ralph blew the org. He had stolen money from treasury and another staff members car. And he was married to another staff, Lynne who he did not take with him. I don't know why, she was gorgeous.
Ralph sarted talking to me about drugs.If I had taken any, what kinds, what did I experience etc. I told him I smoked pot. I think he sensed I was holding back so he began to tell me what he had taken and what he experienced. This worked and I told him of experiences with other drugs. Now Ralph began to get very animated and wild eyed as he talked about his drug use. It was freaky. Then he launched into the Purif pitch.
If this is sounding dry,let me know.I'm just telling as I remember and not trying to embellish. However , I know I can get too detailed about bland points. It will, I hope, be less mundane as I go.
Have to go for now.
In 1985 I was in Waltham Ma working as a machinist. I believe it was 1985. Prior to Feral's story, Jeff Hawkins Counterfeit Dreams had had the most impact for me. It was his TV book campaign that had made me aware of the book. I had never seen a book advertised on TV before. Then the ad dissapeared for about a year and then came back. I had never seen this before either.
In the fall of 1987, a guy I had worked with in Waltham called me and said I should come work where he worked. He said I would fit in well and i was a better machinist than most people who worked there. Because most of my time in Waltham was spent going to bars and getting drunk alot I thought this would be a good idea.
So I went to Ashland. The work was very interesting and intricate with close tolorences and I usually didn't have to make more than five of anything. The shop had numerous machinists that were brought to the states from England because he had trouble findng good machinists in the US. The shop foreman was from England and oneof the machinist was a close friend of one of the members of AC/DC. They did a concert in Boston when I worked there.
Two months after I started working there my friend tells me that he's leavng to work in his fathers shop. He had created a "he and I against the rest atmosphere" in the shop and now was leaving. When he left there was a atmosphere of animosity left that I had to contend with. This became quite difficult at times. So I remembered Dianetics.
I went to a Seven Eleven and found one on a small carousel bookrack and took it home. It took 2 mos to get through it. I put it down in disgust many times, then picked it up again. The first few chapters were tough to get through. Didn't really get it. But when I got into the reactive mind and the tech it became fascinating. I finished the book and called.
The person I spoke to wanted me to come in right then. I was taken back by that. They kept insisting. I said I would come in the next day. It was odd but I wanted to know more about Dianetics. Too bad.
After work the next day I drove to Boston. 26 Miles. When I get there, there 's no place to park. That is a constant at the Boston org. So I go to a phone booth (they don't exist anymore) and call to say I can't find a parking space. I'm told to go to a parking garage, but I couldn't find it. Then I'm told to park in residential parking and later had a ticket.
I go into the org, tell them who I am, and they sit me down. I sat for a while. It's common to do a lot of sitting and waiting at the Boston org. No one talked to me while I waited. Odd.
After some time, a woman holding a manila folder and some paper approaches me and I follow her up the stairs to the fifth floor. Elevator didn't work.
We go into the room and she closes the door and tells me where to sit.
Right off the bat, it gets wierd. She tells me to close my eyes and starts telling me that she has heard it all before and it's ok to tell her anything. This puts me on guard. What the hellis she talking about? where's the procedure that I read in the book? Are experiences about pain supposed to be difficult to talk about? What kinds of things has she heard?
She tells me to recall an emotional experience and to tell her what's happening and, again that she's heard it all so I can tell her anything.I'm getting the idea that she wants me to tell deep secrets. I'm there to run out engrams. This is not what I was expecting. So I decide to relate my break-up with my last girlfriend the day she left. Minus any juicy details.
I went through it a number of times and didn't really experience anything. Not even the emotion I had felt at the time. That was my first experience with the tech. Not much. But I figured I had paid for 5 hours (that's what they were selling then) I 'd come back the next day.
The next day I was given a new auditor,Larry, who was introduced to me by my old auditor. We did a session of no cosequence but at least he was doing what was in the book. So I came back the next day for my third session.
This time larry brought me into a completely dark room on the third floor. It was a cubicled area with a dirty worn out rug and I could here other people being audited in there. This time i ran an injury and larry used repeator technique on me. I felt something happen to my leg. I was surprised as this probably would have been my last session had it not happened.
Larry then ended offf and took me to the reg.
This is where I met Ralph Box. Not long after this, Ralph blew the org. He had stolen money from treasury and another staff members car. And he was married to another staff, Lynne who he did not take with him. I don't know why, she was gorgeous.
Ralph sarted talking to me about drugs.If I had taken any, what kinds, what did I experience etc. I told him I smoked pot. I think he sensed I was holding back so he began to tell me what he had taken and what he experienced. This worked and I told him of experiences with other drugs. Now Ralph began to get very animated and wild eyed as he talked about his drug use. It was freaky. Then he launched into the Purif pitch.
If this is sounding dry,let me know.I'm just telling as I remember and not trying to embellish. However , I know I can get too detailed about bland points. It will, I hope, be less mundane as I go.
Have to go for now.