This is NOT OK !!!!
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Nicole, your story makes me angry on your behalf. I wish you didn't suffer those things. You did not deserve that.
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Me too!
Nicole, your story makes me angry on your behalf. I wish you didn't suffer those things. You did not deserve that.
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Nicole,
I believe you.
That's Scientology, when we ignore the promises, the 'shore stories' and the public relations nonsense... that's just how Scientology is.
Corrupt, sinister and dangerous.
I'm very sorry it happened to you. I'm sure it wasn't at all good for your father either. This is why we work to expose and unravel the lies of L Ron Hubbard and his evil empire.
Tell us more, when you can. It might help, and it can't hurt.
Nicole,
You have a lot of friends here. Your story is a strong message to others.
It is worthwhile that you write it and I thank you.
I hope you are ok and have have some in real life friends you can also talk too!
<Translator's comments within the text will be like this one: Small, green and in angle brackets.
Please keep in mind that I'm not a professional translator, but I did my best to make it more readable than a Google translation, while staying close to Nicole's words. So if you have issues with the way Nicole's story is translated, please direct your (hopefully constructive) criticism and/or questions to me.
cheers, MrNobody>
When my brother was about 1 year old, I was taking care of him during the weekends when I was visiting my father, and I took care of the household. Sometimes, as some sort of compensation, I received attention in the form of conservations with my father. We didn't spend that much time together, though. But I always felt great when we were talking. I felt important and grown-up. The conversations were, among other stuff, about Scientology and about plans for my future.
My 2nd brother was born. I heard about the birth from a relative, who, without asking my father, took me with her to the hospital. Things didn't change much, though. During my visits, I took care of the kids or the household. I cared for my siblings, following Hubbard's guidelines. Very rarely, if any at all, there were visits to the org for me.
During my puberty, life in the "normal" world became a problem. I was searching desperately for Scientologists anywhere (allegedly there were so many of them), but I never found any amongst my friends or in my area. My friends were trying themselves. They drank alcohol and were partying. From my understanding, all this was wrong and forbidden. Sometimes I joined them, but had a bad conscience afterwards. I distanced from my friends more and more. But I also didn't really feel at home in Scientology world, there weren't enough contacts for that. I was floating between these two worlds, didn't feel at home in either of the
wm, and I wasn't able to find my <true> self and try myself. It's been a very lonely time for me. So the years went by...
At 18 I changed school, because I wanted to begin to study later on. With my old school, this wasn't possible. <Information about the German school system>
In my new school, our class was a great community, where I felt well accepted and I've caught up with a lot of stuff in those days. Lots of stuff that I didn't dare to do during my puberty.
A few years later, I began to study and at the same time I started working in a GO (Government Organization). I can't remember anymore, whether it was my own idea or whether it had been a suggestion from Scientology. In the past, this GO had successfully fought against the opening of a mission in their town.
Back then and presumably even today, there were several sciontologist families living there and together they wanted to open a mission in their quarter. Based on protests from the regular townfolks, this was denied.
A workgroup had been founded. It's goal was to inform about Scientology and to stop Scientology's endeavors in this town, to avoid infiltration. In this "enemy" territory I began my work. My job contract contained a declaration that I wasn't a Sciontologist.
My father was my my OSA-contact. He had conversations with me. I should gather information about this workgroup and I should cause some upset there. He explained how it's done. I should behave a bit clumsy, always be nice, friendly and helpful. So that nobody would expect me to be capable of doing certain things. Later, I called this technique "Columbo Technique". I should make friends there, and make as little fuzz as possible.
With this "technique" I was able to gather information about this workgroup. I was to find the ruins of my coworkers and analyze them. I gave these informations to my father.
My direct senior was involved with the workgroup. After my analysis of the personality, I mobbed this person. I always hit 'em where it hurt 'em. I did this by carefully stirring up coworkers against 'em. I caused so much trouble, that this department soon split up into two opposing sections, and the bosses of the department and the (GO-)boss had to intervene. and hat to install a double-tip <twin-leadership>.
Meanwhile, my direct senior was psychically and mentally at he end of the rope. Now I stirred up the double-tip against each other. In the end, there no longer was one strong section. now there were two separate small sub-sections fighting against each other.
I was well liked amongst my other seniors, and I was offered a permanent job, once my study would be finished. This was the real goal of my "job". I was to infiltrate the administration of this town. Therefore, it was necessary o join politics. My father explained to me: No matter which party, to climb up the GO career ladder, I had to join a <political> party.
My father always explained to me, that Scientology should be brought into society quietly and secretly. Scientolgy should sneak into the everyday life of people without anyone noticing it. He probably did just that in the enterprise he worked for, and I was expected to do it in the GO.
My "career" didn't come to pass, because during my studies, I fell in love and moved to the town where I was studying. I made many new friends there, and Scientology and the conquering of the GO was no longer important to me I peacefully continued to work there to pay for my flat.
Shortly after I had stopped delivering information, my father had a Cardiac infarct. I think that, among other things, had to do with me distancing from him and Scientology.
When I visited him in the intensive care section of the hospital, shortly after me, two OSA-guys came in. The alarm of the medical devices my father was attached to went off, and a nurse and I asked them to leave. I still don't know how they got into the intensive care room in the 1st place. After they had left, my father said to me: Now I know that you still love me.
For a while, I moved to my stepmother and helped her with my half-brothers and other stuff.
My life became a normal student's life and I felt free and happy. At the end of my studies, I decided to work my childhood experiences into a diploma thesis. Meanwhile, I was being fairgamed, but I wasn't disturbed too much by that.
Some time after my study days, I began a job in which I hat to collaborate a lot with Psychiatry. Maybe that was another kind of rebellion.
After my father had spent a lot of time in foreigns countries, he suffered another cardiac infarct. I missed to ask him where he'd been and what he'd done. He began to talk about wanting to end his life, about wanting a new start. My husband and I talked with him for a long time...
A few years later, his employer laid him off. 1 week before my youngest brother turned 18, my father died. He had everything organized, even found a job training (vocational school) for my brother.
He had said goodbye to me a short while earlier, by playing chess with me (just like we did in the very, very early days) and giving me a long hug. I wasn't aware of this back then, I was just wondering.
Later a person told me that he had denied a donor heartand didn't take his meds (Betablocker and Aspirin) anymore. Had I known this, I had taken him to the hospital.
I heard about his death one day after it had happened, once again a relative informed me about it.
I have worked as an OSA-informant and in my glare back then, I thought I was doing the right thing, but I want to make it clear that this is no longer me. I distance myself from Hubbard's teachings and from the Scientology - Organization. I'll gladly answer questions.
Thanks for the bump, Mr. Nobody.
Wow, Nicole!
Thanks for showing every organization and politician who ever happens to read this how it is done by OSA. I am sure many have fallen prey but perhaps now a few less will. What a nasty piece of work is OSA.
Makes me wonder why they visited your Dad in hospital and why, when you sent them packing, he knew you still loved them. My guess is they got to him. You are brave to write this and smart to have walked away from it.
My father always explained to me, that Scientology should be brought into society quietly and secretly. Scientolgy should sneak into the everyday life of people without anyone noticing it. He probably did just that in the enterprise he worked for, and I was expected to do it in the GO.
<Translator's comments within the text will be like this one: Small, green and in angle brackets.
Please keep in mind that I'm not a professional translator, but I did my best to make it more readable than a Google translation, while staying close to Nicole's words. So if you have issues with the way Nicole's story is translated, please direct your (hopefully constructive) criticism and/or questions to me.
cheers, MrNobody>
When my brother was about 1 year old, I was taking care of him during the weekends when I was visiting my father, and I took care of the household. Sometimes, as some sort of compensation, I received attention in the form of conservations with my father. We didn't spend that much time together, though. But I always felt great when we were talking. I felt important and grown-up. The conversations were, among other stuff, about Scientology and about plans for my future.
My 2nd brother was born. I heard about the birth from a relative, who, without asking my father, took me with her to the hospital. Things didn't change much, though. During my visits, I took care of the kids or the household. I cared for my siblings, following Hubbard's guidelines. Very rarely, if any at all, there were visits to the org for me.
During my puberty, life in the "normal" world became a problem. I was searching desperately for Scientologists anywhere (allegedly there were so many of them), but I never found any amongst my friends or in my area. My friends were trying themselves. They drank alcohol and were partying. From my understanding, all this was wrong and forbidden. Sometimes I joined them, but had a bad conscience afterwards. I distanced from my friends more and more. But I also didn't really feel at home in Scientology world, there weren't enough contacts for that. I was floating between these two worlds, didn't feel at home in either of the
wm, and I wasn't able to find my <true> self and try myself. It's been a very lonely time for me. So the years went by...
At 18 I changed school, because I wanted to begin to study later on. With my old school, this wasn't possible. <Information about the German school system>
In my new school, our class was a great community, where I felt well accepted and I've caught up with a lot of stuff in those days. Lots of stuff that I didn't dare to do during my puberty.
A few years later, I began to study and at the same time I started working in a GO (Government Organization). I can't remember anymore, whether it was my own idea or whether it had been a suggestion from Scientology. In the past, this GO had successfully fought against the opening of a mission in their town.
Back then and presumably even today, there were several sciontologist families living there and together they wanted to open a mission in their quarter. Based on protests from the regular townfolks, this was denied.
A workgroup had been founded. It's goal was to inform about Scientology and to stop Scientology's endeavors in this town, to avoid infiltration. In this "enemy" territory I began my work. My job contract contained a declaration that I wasn't a Sciontologist.
My father was my my OSA-contact. He had conversations with me. I should gather information about this workgroup and I should cause some upset there. He explained how it's done. I should behave a bit clumsy, always be nice, friendly and helpful. So that nobody would expect me to be capable of doing certain things. Later, I called this technique "Columbo Technique". I should make friends there, and make as little fuzz as possible.
With this "technique" I was able to gather information about this workgroup. I was to find the ruins of my coworkers and analyze them. I gave these informations to my father.
My direct senior was involved with the workgroup. After my analysis of the personality, I mobbed this person. I always hit 'em where it hurt 'em. I did this by carefully stirring up coworkers against 'em. I caused so much trouble, that this department soon split up into two opposing sections, and the bosses of the department and the (GO-)boss had to intervene. and hat to install a double-tip <twin-leadership>.
Meanwhile, my direct senior was psychically and mentally at he end of the rope. Now I stirred up the double-tip against each other. In the end, there no longer was one strong section. now there were two separate small sub-sections fighting against each other.
I was well liked amongst my other seniors, and I was offered a permanent job, once my study would be finished. This was the real goal of my "job". I was to infiltrate the administration of this town. Therefore, it was necessary o join politics. My father explained to me: No matter which party, to climb up the GO career ladder, I had to join a <political> party.
My father always explained to me, that Scientology should be brought into society quietly and secretly. Scientolgy should sneak into the everyday life of people without anyone noticing it. He probably did just that in the enterprise he worked for, and I was expected to do it in the GO.
My "career" didn't come to pass, because during my studies, I fell in love and moved to the town where I was studying. I made many new friends there, and Scientology and the conquering of the GO was no longer important to me I peacefully continued to work there to pay for my flat.
Shortly after I had stopped delivering information, my father had a Cardiac infarct. I think that, among other things, had to do with me distancing from him and Scientology.
When I visited him in the intensive care section of the hospital, shortly after me, two OSA-guys came in. The alarm of the medical devices my father was attached to went off, and a nurse and I asked them to leave. I still don't know how they got into the intensive care room in the 1st place. After they had left, my father said to me: Now I know that you still love me.
For a while, I moved to my stepmother and helped her with my half-brothers and other stuff.
My life became a normal student's life and I felt free and happy. At the end of my studies, I decided to work my childhood experiences into a diploma thesis. Meanwhile, I was being fairgamed, but I wasn't disturbed too much by that.
Some time after my study days, I began a job in which I hat to collaborate a lot with Psychiatry. Maybe that was another kind of rebellion.
After my father had spent a lot of time in foreigns countries, he suffered another cardiac infarct. I missed to ask him where he'd been and what he'd done. He began to talk about wanting to end his life, about wanting a new start. My husband and I talked with him for a long time...
A few years later, his employer laid him off. 1 week before my youngest brother turned 18, my father died. He had everything organized, even found a job training (vocational school) for my brother.
He had said goodbye to me a short while earlier, by playing chess with me (just like we did in the very, very early days) and giving me a long hug. I wasn't aware of this back then, I was just wondering.
Later a person told me that he had denied a donor heartand didn't take his meds (Betablocker and Aspirin) anymore. Had I known this, I had taken him to the hospital.
I heard about his death one day after it had happened, once again a relative informed me about it.
I have worked as an OSA-informant and in my glare back then, I thought I was doing the right thing, but I want to make it clear that this is no longer me. I distance myself from Hubbard's teachings and from the Scientology - Organization. I'll gladly answer questions.
Thank you MrN, you are a friend (and that after the things I said to you in the last year ...)
I haven't published my story for my recovery, it would have been enough to write it down in my diary or to let people read that I trust. I published my story to show the public that people as me or my father exists. Scientologists that are willing to put the Tech and Scientology into eg governments or companies, that this is planned and that you can't recognize them.
That was the only reason I published it:
Lots of people read this thread and I hope they have a view with me on it.
I'm speechless - what a story
Thank you for sharing it with us.
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