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after posting here a somebody emailed me and I wrote a long answer telling some of my history in the sea org...I'll paste it here and tidy it up a bit, so I can link to it instead of writing it again...there are already so many keystrokes without repetition...
those that KNOW the pattern have an ethical obligation to inform the public what they are dealing with..
I lived a relatively pampered life in the sea org because I had technical skills no one else had..that's why my story inside is not there..
I joined up in San Francisco, on the Bolivar in the harbor, there was a song ""Ride Capt'n Ride". the author denies its about that voyage, but Capt Scott Mayer claims that he and Capt Bob Young and the crew partied in a San Francisco bar with that band after hours till sunrise.
Heres picture of Captain Scott Mayer, the year was 1970, after he got out, he lived here for a year, with me. He passed away sitting at his desk of a heart attack a few years ago.
The First two years - I was chosen out of a lineup of new recruits on the Bolivar and boom.. I was an FBO.. Whats that? Oh, counts money. I can do that. Pat Broeker worked in my office. We were pals. Went out on the weekends. This was before the FBO office turned into the "Finance Police"
Pat was FBO PubsUS (Now new era) and I took over from him. There was a child as CO Pubs US who was too young for the job so I ran it. I wrote checks payable to L Ron Hubbard for royalties which would clear thru Societe' Anonoyme in Luxembourg or Lichtenstein. I fought the guardians office, and got canned, and sent to DPF (before there was an RPF) The RPF completion policies did not come down lines until the day I left the Deck Project Force on the Bolivar.. Yeah I had to scoop up some of that cold, and filled with sharp metal turnings from the main engine bearings,
bilge slime..Very exciting stuff - not.
My most pleasant moment was being the Chief Electrician on the Bolivar, a 174 ft Twin Screw Motor Yacht - an ex navy subchaser, which, incidentally had been procured, as Hubbard's PAC Area Get-away-vehicle... - Get this, it was not a training vessel, it was the get away car for the scam of scientology! "Training vessel" was the 'Shore story"... anyway, one time we went out to Catalina, and were racing some of the old navy guys in the chris craft...there were these two huge engines, 2000 Hp at 800 RPM.. what would happen is because of direction of the boat and the current, the load on the engines would be different, and one would turn at a different speed than the other, this made this amazing
8-20 hz deep baritone vibration that went straight through my whole body. It induced a deep trance and was extremely pleasant and pain free
to hang out down there when that was happening... 25 years later I experienced the same pleasant state courtesy of Robert Monroe's
meditation tapes..
There was a wonderful friend who rode motorcycle, Ed Brewer.. a tough guy, and a gentleman who too no rubbish from anyone, after I left, and years later, I found out he had an accident on his motorcycle and was bleeding badly.. the panty-waist Sea Org buffoons argued about the publicity problems and whether to call an ambulance, they called the ship first, for 20 minutes meanwhile my old pal lay on the pavement and bled to death.
I was a reg to the stars in hollywood and I was NOT a very good reg. FSC WUS, I never understood why I stayed there so long for years...
I was bait.. on public lines...as FSC WUS it never dawned on me why they put me, with some skin color, with a jewish kid with a terrific sense of humor, named Hy Levy in the front window hallspace of the Hollywood Inn, on the boulevard.. and no curtains. We were intended to make scientology look like something other than a neo-fascist group of all white boys at the time.
I got sent to the RPF in 74 and told them to (curse words deleted) I called up the Chief reg at ASHO and told her I'd gotten RPF'd and she
said she had been also, we told the execs to (curse words deleted), and we got into Pat Broekers old van and drove to FOLOEUS, walked in and
said PAC has gone mad, got work? Did liability formulas ! HAH! we really had no idea what a bleedin rat-hole FOLO EUS was.. and made the best of it.
Staff looked starved, everyone was lank and thin. except the CO Lt Cmdr Al Bornstein... who after leaving scientology had a sex change.
The food was so poor, I lost the ability to digest meat, I already wrote this somewhere.and when I bought a nice steak one day, I ended up in the hospital, the doctors eventually decided that I did not make enough stomach acid. And if you don't digest it, you don't absorb it, and if you don't absorb it it rots and poisons you.
To keep from starving I started making metal sculpture and selling on the streets of New York, I used to workcaddy corner from the Village Vanguard, under the awning of the San Marco Cafe.
I spent 2 years as OTC's new york buyer "Flag Logistics NYC I/C" Imagine, I'm in the sea org, get up when I want..I went out when I want, I don't tell anyone where I'm going "shopping for OTC" and I make them give me money and I went shopping for Ron's fancies...bumming around
new york city for years..spent a lot of time in a certain beatnick coffee shop in the village..and I have no idea what my 'stats' were...
but they were ordering all this electronic stuff, and many gallons of 100% ethyl alcohol non-denatured (drinkable) 200 proof, supposedly for cleaning tape deck heads? But I had to locate cases of this stuff and ship it to the Apollo...I wondered what all that booze was for...
and I went out to buy it. Lots of weird electronics parts nobody else even knew what this stuff was..let alone have the nerve to ask me
to count them..on thursday..
Those were the last two years..
One day one of the external comm guys told me that Suzette wanted me to call her. I said, huh? what? He said, yeah, she's over at RONY.. which was RELAY OFFICE NEW YORK, across the inlet from Manhattan.. Hubbard was there for a bit hiding out in disguise and Suzette was there for some reason at a different time.. Anyway, I called her up on the number I was given...
She answered the telephone and explained that when she was at Flag she was the SO1 I/C and that they had recived a letter from me, and they had no idea what I was talking about. I hestitate to describe it...but it was a drawing of a device I saw in my dreams that would have peculiar effects upon space-time. Anyway, she was curious and wanted to meet with me and explain it to her. So we agreed to meet.
She took the train into manhattan and met me at a coffee shop like "Three Brothers" on the corner, you know the kind...Good, simple food. And sitting there I explained the letter to her and why I sent it to her dad. Something else happenned during that meeting. She had the most incredible green eyes. And like a cat, I was mesmerized...and aparantly, so was she... and we began dating. I suppose when the powers that be found out, they shipped her back to Flag.
It was shortly after she was shipped out of town and we cupld no longer see each other, that I got sick and hospitalized. I took a "medical leave" and rented an apartment down the street from FOLOEUS over NY Org at that time.. and did my metal sculpture full time, when Suzette suggested that I come down to visit her at Flag.
So got a ticket to Tampa. Showed up at Tampa airport, found one of those white vans, and told the driver who I was and that I was on a medical leave and wanted to visit.. So, now I was a visiting Sea Org Officer from Folo EUS and got assigned to a petty officers dorm at Flag... (Geeze, I was not impressed with the Mecca of Technical Perfection's Petty Officer dorm..) And we carried on our relationship. Meetings in stairwells...to plan where to meet later that day...
After a few days there at Flag, Suzette and I had gotten our blood tests and marriage license... and now had to wait 48 hours under Florida law to get married. During this time, she spilled the beans during rudiments. God bless her, she provided the 'shock therapy' that allowed me to leave that madhouse...sometimes I think she did it (she gave up the w/h in her daily auditing that we had gotten blood tests and license to marry in) because she loved me. LINK
During the ten years being out, i never thought much about scientology, and tried to package up all that rubbish into a gunny sack and held in at the end of a long pole over my shoulder so I would not see it. But there was some pain.
and after being out for ten years or so, I thought I was strong enough to help expose the simple fact that there are no OTs in Scientology, just a dwarf.
Do any of you recall my voice back in 2000 saying that (in clearwater)
No matter what thy told you about us, we were taking extreme risks financially and personally to try and let you know that life is far better outside of Ron's dream world of lies.
CPO Arnie Lerma
FBO Pubs US
Flag Missionaire
FSC WUS
FSC EUS
Flag Logistics IC NYC
and now
Arnie Lerma
http://www.Lermanet.com Exposing the CON
WE COME BACK
for our friends and family
to get them out of scientology
before they end up here:
http://www.whyaretheydead.net
Please check back, this is UNDERCONSTRUCTION..
those that KNOW the pattern have an ethical obligation to inform the public what they are dealing with..
I lived a relatively pampered life in the sea org because I had technical skills no one else had..that's why my story inside is not there..
I joined up in San Francisco, on the Bolivar in the harbor, there was a song ""Ride Capt'n Ride". the author denies its about that voyage, but Capt Scott Mayer claims that he and Capt Bob Young and the crew partied in a San Francisco bar with that band after hours till sunrise.
Heres picture of Captain Scott Mayer, the year was 1970, after he got out, he lived here for a year, with me. He passed away sitting at his desk of a heart attack a few years ago.
The First two years - I was chosen out of a lineup of new recruits on the Bolivar and boom.. I was an FBO.. Whats that? Oh, counts money. I can do that. Pat Broeker worked in my office. We were pals. Went out on the weekends. This was before the FBO office turned into the "Finance Police"
Pat was FBO PubsUS (Now new era) and I took over from him. There was a child as CO Pubs US who was too young for the job so I ran it. I wrote checks payable to L Ron Hubbard for royalties which would clear thru Societe' Anonoyme in Luxembourg or Lichtenstein. I fought the guardians office, and got canned, and sent to DPF (before there was an RPF) The RPF completion policies did not come down lines until the day I left the Deck Project Force on the Bolivar.. Yeah I had to scoop up some of that cold, and filled with sharp metal turnings from the main engine bearings,
bilge slime..Very exciting stuff - not.
My most pleasant moment was being the Chief Electrician on the Bolivar, a 174 ft Twin Screw Motor Yacht - an ex navy subchaser, which, incidentally had been procured, as Hubbard's PAC Area Get-away-vehicle... - Get this, it was not a training vessel, it was the get away car for the scam of scientology! "Training vessel" was the 'Shore story"... anyway, one time we went out to Catalina, and were racing some of the old navy guys in the chris craft...there were these two huge engines, 2000 Hp at 800 RPM.. what would happen is because of direction of the boat and the current, the load on the engines would be different, and one would turn at a different speed than the other, this made this amazing
8-20 hz deep baritone vibration that went straight through my whole body. It induced a deep trance and was extremely pleasant and pain free
to hang out down there when that was happening... 25 years later I experienced the same pleasant state courtesy of Robert Monroe's
meditation tapes..
There was a wonderful friend who rode motorcycle, Ed Brewer.. a tough guy, and a gentleman who too no rubbish from anyone, after I left, and years later, I found out he had an accident on his motorcycle and was bleeding badly.. the panty-waist Sea Org buffoons argued about the publicity problems and whether to call an ambulance, they called the ship first, for 20 minutes meanwhile my old pal lay on the pavement and bled to death.
I was a reg to the stars in hollywood and I was NOT a very good reg. FSC WUS, I never understood why I stayed there so long for years...
I was bait.. on public lines...as FSC WUS it never dawned on me why they put me, with some skin color, with a jewish kid with a terrific sense of humor, named Hy Levy in the front window hallspace of the Hollywood Inn, on the boulevard.. and no curtains. We were intended to make scientology look like something other than a neo-fascist group of all white boys at the time.
I got sent to the RPF in 74 and told them to (curse words deleted) I called up the Chief reg at ASHO and told her I'd gotten RPF'd and she
said she had been also, we told the execs to (curse words deleted), and we got into Pat Broekers old van and drove to FOLOEUS, walked in and
said PAC has gone mad, got work? Did liability formulas ! HAH! we really had no idea what a bleedin rat-hole FOLO EUS was.. and made the best of it.
Staff looked starved, everyone was lank and thin. except the CO Lt Cmdr Al Bornstein... who after leaving scientology had a sex change.
The food was so poor, I lost the ability to digest meat, I already wrote this somewhere.and when I bought a nice steak one day, I ended up in the hospital, the doctors eventually decided that I did not make enough stomach acid. And if you don't digest it, you don't absorb it, and if you don't absorb it it rots and poisons you.
To keep from starving I started making metal sculpture and selling on the streets of New York, I used to workcaddy corner from the Village Vanguard, under the awning of the San Marco Cafe.
I spent 2 years as OTC's new york buyer "Flag Logistics NYC I/C" Imagine, I'm in the sea org, get up when I want..I went out when I want, I don't tell anyone where I'm going "shopping for OTC" and I make them give me money and I went shopping for Ron's fancies...bumming around
new york city for years..spent a lot of time in a certain beatnick coffee shop in the village..and I have no idea what my 'stats' were...
but they were ordering all this electronic stuff, and many gallons of 100% ethyl alcohol non-denatured (drinkable) 200 proof, supposedly for cleaning tape deck heads? But I had to locate cases of this stuff and ship it to the Apollo...I wondered what all that booze was for...
and I went out to buy it. Lots of weird electronics parts nobody else even knew what this stuff was..let alone have the nerve to ask me
to count them..on thursday..
Those were the last two years..
One day one of the external comm guys told me that Suzette wanted me to call her. I said, huh? what? He said, yeah, she's over at RONY.. which was RELAY OFFICE NEW YORK, across the inlet from Manhattan.. Hubbard was there for a bit hiding out in disguise and Suzette was there for some reason at a different time.. Anyway, I called her up on the number I was given...
She answered the telephone and explained that when she was at Flag she was the SO1 I/C and that they had recived a letter from me, and they had no idea what I was talking about. I hestitate to describe it...but it was a drawing of a device I saw in my dreams that would have peculiar effects upon space-time. Anyway, she was curious and wanted to meet with me and explain it to her. So we agreed to meet.
She took the train into manhattan and met me at a coffee shop like "Three Brothers" on the corner, you know the kind...Good, simple food. And sitting there I explained the letter to her and why I sent it to her dad. Something else happenned during that meeting. She had the most incredible green eyes. And like a cat, I was mesmerized...and aparantly, so was she... and we began dating. I suppose when the powers that be found out, they shipped her back to Flag.
It was shortly after she was shipped out of town and we cupld no longer see each other, that I got sick and hospitalized. I took a "medical leave" and rented an apartment down the street from FOLOEUS over NY Org at that time.. and did my metal sculpture full time, when Suzette suggested that I come down to visit her at Flag.
So got a ticket to Tampa. Showed up at Tampa airport, found one of those white vans, and told the driver who I was and that I was on a medical leave and wanted to visit.. So, now I was a visiting Sea Org Officer from Folo EUS and got assigned to a petty officers dorm at Flag... (Geeze, I was not impressed with the Mecca of Technical Perfection's Petty Officer dorm..) And we carried on our relationship. Meetings in stairwells...to plan where to meet later that day...
After a few days there at Flag, Suzette and I had gotten our blood tests and marriage license... and now had to wait 48 hours under Florida law to get married. During this time, she spilled the beans during rudiments. God bless her, she provided the 'shock therapy' that allowed me to leave that madhouse...sometimes I think she did it (she gave up the w/h in her daily auditing that we had gotten blood tests and license to marry in) because she loved me. LINK
During the ten years being out, i never thought much about scientology, and tried to package up all that rubbish into a gunny sack and held in at the end of a long pole over my shoulder so I would not see it. But there was some pain.
and after being out for ten years or so, I thought I was strong enough to help expose the simple fact that there are no OTs in Scientology, just a dwarf.
Do any of you recall my voice back in 2000 saying that (in clearwater)
No matter what thy told you about us, we were taking extreme risks financially and personally to try and let you know that life is far better outside of Ron's dream world of lies.
CPO Arnie Lerma
FBO Pubs US
Flag Missionaire
FSC WUS
FSC EUS
Flag Logistics IC NYC
and now
Arnie Lerma
http://www.Lermanet.com Exposing the CON
WE COME BACK
for our friends and family
to get them out of scientology
before they end up here:
http://www.whyaretheydead.net
Please check back, this is UNDERCONSTRUCTION..
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