Lakey, that resturant we met at in Fullerton just might work. They probably got some veggiesWe could probably take over the back room and be at least semi private.
And I like you calling a man in his 50's young
A get together would be a whole lot of fun !
Why do you want to know, Z?
Mark A. Baker
Leon, I want you for my 2D in the next lifetime following after the one with Facey!
a Sea Org member, but in the words of George Orwell in Animal Farm, some Sea Org members are more equal than others.
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(Thanks to those of you who have expressed interest, here's the next part of this story):
I arrived at the Miami org, and right away I was impressed with the number of staff, the number of HGC auditors, and the personnel in Qual, particularly qual sec Jed McCord and Intern Sup John Gludovatz. Very professional, very friendly, very real in their communications. Eventually there were several dozen outer org auditor trainees. Among them was John Magerowski from Boston, a great guy. John and I became fast friends, and wound up paired as "twins" throughout our training. John and I were, from start to finish, steps ahead of all the other students and interns, so that worked out very well for both both of us.
I wound up being the "I/C" or "In-charge", of the outer org students, which was a lively and eclectic bunch. I recall a party that was ran late in the org, past the point at which I was turning in for the night, when we all had to be in the course room the next morning, and the noise and music was keeping me awake. There must have been 40 or so students dancing and partying. I walked back in and sent everyone home to their dorm rooms to be "studentable" (and so I could sleep). It was so cute, all these kids- teenagers and early 20's for the most part, streaming out past me, thanking me for "Keeping their ethics in", I felt like I was their dad or something
It was an interesting crew of students, for sure. Some were just not capable of grasping the materials for whatever reason. I remember one girl student, sitting in the course room, always staring into space, no clue. One day, without pointing at her or stating her name, I just looked at the course sup, "Cuch" Figeroa, when he drifted over to me, and asked him "What is she doing here?" Knowing Cuch would have to know who I meant. He did. There was a guy from the Atlanta org, who, had a frustrated look on his face that said "What the F__k is this?" pretty much all the time. Finally, one day, he was sent to qual, where he was instructed to write down a list of everything he had a question about, everything he didn't understand. I saw the list while I was doing my internship. It was a very long list. One of his questions was "If I'm a class III auditor, how come I'm so dumb?" I could see where the intern sup had written in red, underneath that line, "Good question".
Obviously, this was the result of a "stat push" to fulfill unrealistic quotas forced on each org, and so in desperation (or perhaps annoyance), there were instances where in order to "comply with command intention", some orgs sent some untrainable "students".
Having risen to the top of that crop (intern sup John Gludovatz had declared me to be the top trainee of the group), I was frequently asked to act as review auditor for the "flat ball bearings", the public and student PC's that hadn't done well with their HGC or student auditors. I relished the challenge, and enjoyed accomplishing my goal to achieve that position.
There was one trainee from the Boston org, who had an inappropriate interest in me, and found no shortage of bad excuses to get my attention. The most outstanding time was when she tapped me on the shoulder in the course room, and spoke a "deadly serious" tone. She had a tiny speck of paper in her hand. She pushed in in my face and said "Dexter. do you recognize this?" (As though she was interrogating me in a dark room with a floodlight over my head). It turned out that she had taken it upon herself to get hold of the folder of the preclear I was auditing, in which I'd noted on the program sheet, as is proper form, what that preclear was voicing while the e-meter was registering a particular phenomena called a "rock slam", which is evidence of a bad intention. It gets noted for future case handling. She had failed to grasp that point, and had actually torn this off of the sheet to tell me that it was wrong of me to have written that in the folder, because, she claimed it could act to "3rd party", i.e. slander, that preclear. With a combination of annoyance and resignation, I walked her over to where the technical reference was that covered this situation, and told her to go tape that sliver of paper back onto the program sheet. For whatever reason, she continued to find ways to impinge on me. Some time later, I was asked by the case supervisor to audit her after she'd chewed up a couple of the org's HGC auditors, and nobody else wanted to deal with her. (footnote: even after that, a year or two later, she somehow managed yet another repeat performance. I'd been back in New York as Lead HGC auditor when she was sent there to do an internship as a case supervisor, got hold of my PC's folder, and abused her authority as acting Case Supervisor to suspend my certification as an auditor on the basis that she was unable to read my handwriting-not even on anything that occurred in the actual session, but on my notation of the preclear's meter read upon checking for basal metabolism- a mind-boggling example of nitpicking, and overreacting in biblical proportions).
more to follow...
Love, Dex
Carmellow, do you remember the saying (was it on a poster or bumper sticker?) from the 60's that said "Dirty Old Men Need Love Too?"
Well, as far as I am concerned, that applies to OSA. None of them have a good grasp on reality or the full picture, or they wouldn't be doing what they are doing...and we ALL would so like to give them a little reality shift. Not sure just hanging out with our crowd would do it, but...
something should!
Leon, I want you for my 2D in the next lifetime following after the one with Facey!
