I hope to have the ‘full monty’ versions of the videos up soon(ish), but here is a quick run-down of the events from my perspective:
A contingent of Irish Enturbulators arrive in England and assemble at a secret location. Their mission – to give a very warm welcome to David Miscavige and all the other [STRIKE]cult victims[/STRIKE] Scientologists going to St Hill for the IAS festivities on Friday 17th Oct.
Irish contingent meet up with assorted Old Guard, Anons, Exes and concerned citizens in East Grinstead. Intensive planning and preparation takes place, which mostly include eating, talking about elaborate but highly impractical enturbulation plans, marking of placards and sitting in the pub, drinking. Oh and some discussion about how they were going to spend the massive protest bonuses paid by Big Pharma.
At some point in the proceedings a decision is made to actually do some protesting and about 15 or so make their way to St Hill to begin the activities. Amusingly, and in typical cult footbullet fashion, the cult had planted a line of conifers along the side of the road opposite their own property. This was presumably to prevent protesting from taking place. However, when I pointed out that it would be unsafe for anyone to stand there, in the road, the police agreed and allowed protesters to stand on the same side of the road as the main entrance and much closer than they would have been able to if the trees were not there! In fact, there were several dozen or so Scientologists arriving on foot and they had to walk within inches of the friendly but informative anti-cultists.
Due to this and the fact that arriving vehicular traffic was slowed to a crawl outside the entrance, the Scientologists got a good look at all the displayed placards. Some did their best not to look or listen, but many showed an interest.
After several hours some of the aforementioned get bored and decide to go for a drive. As luck would have it, they end up at the other end of cultland and decide to go for a walk. Amusingly, the cult had stationed 2 security guards in a car park (not owned by the cult) and became suspicious when the group arrived. Unfortunately, they had positioned themselves in totally the wrong place and when the group sauntered off down the footpath, the guards were left trailing in their wake and resorted to shouting vague threats to get them to stop.
Unfortunately, their TRs were not very good and their communication didn’t get through and the group found themselves quite by accident, in the grounds of St Hill, very close to where several dozen ‘public’ Scientologists were taking part in a pre-event perambulation. Meanwhile, cult security had rushed, en masse to the scene and headed them off at the pass, er bridge over the stream.
A tense stand-off ensued with cultists shouting and generally being rather objectionable. Calm was restored when a (non-Scientologist) security guard patiently and good-humouredly talked to the group and politely asked them to leave. This they agreed to, but bizarrely at this point, despite previously demanding that they leave immediately, a cultists demanded that they stay and wait for the police. Somewhat exasperated, the non-cultist security chief overruled him and the group returned to join their comrades at the main gate.
By this time, it was getting rather dark, but festivities continued until well-after the advertised event start and late-comers were gently, but publicly chided for their tardiness.
Eventually, people stopped arriving and the anti-cultists left to go for a drink / meal etc.
However, this was not the end of the fun…
Very early the next morning (Sat) a dedicated, hard-core group assembled at a secret forward-operating base for a top-secret infiltration mission. Under cover of darkness a convoy of vehicles cruised past cult HQ and were amazed to find the place lit-up light a Christmas tree (not a good idea if you want to see anyone approaching) with perhaps a dozen security guards still on duty. Many of these were recognised from the previous day, implying that the poor blighters had been on duty all day and all through the night. Seriously Mr Miscavige, I know you like wielding this sort of power over people, but how effective do you think these guys are going to be after that?
The convoy proceeded to the designated staging zone (sports club car park), but were followed by a suspicious security guard on foot. Protip to cult security – if you are trying to catch us out, don’t going walking up to your target swinging a bright flashlight in front of you. Then followed a bizarre game of cat-and-mouse where a cultist swept the area with a flashlight beam and the operatives crouched behind the vehicles (barely suppressing giggles). Realising the game was up, our infiltration team hatched a brilliant plan to evade the pursuers!
They drove off, waited a few minutes and then returned.
With daylight rapidly approaching, our intrepid team leapt out of the vehicles and [STRIKE]sprinted[/STRIKE] walked across country to a weak point in the cult HQ perimeter. Using highly-advanced stealth techniques (i.e. adopting a nonchalant saunter), the group strolled into the grounds (which are open to the public, remember) and up to the statue (you know the famous one of a man with no, er undercarriage). As luck would have it, they rounded the corner and almost collided with the head of OSA UK, Janet Laveau. who greeted them with an almost-cheery ‘Hello’ before realising who they were. They were then greeted by a contingent of security who had been chilling and having a bit of a chin-wag by the statue.
I mean, seriously guys, you had seen them earlier, you must have been expecting this, and yet they caught you napping. Janet must have had a rather uncomfortable conversation later with Der Leader.
Anyway, the security contingent swung into action and attempted to surround the group, not noticing that part of the infiltrators and peeled off and were wandering around the grounds unchallenged. A tense stand-off then ensued while Laveau and her cronies flapped ineffectually. Laveau lost her cool and slapped one of the group and then beat a hasty retreat only returning when the police finally arrived (more than 30 mins later).
In the meantime, the group had ample opportunity to converse with security and engage in a bit of impromptu choreography. Although things threatened to get out of hand when a Guy Fawkes mask was stolen from an infiltrator and a cultist resorted to pointing a very bright flashlight (4 barrelled) right into the eyes of several protesters, thus risking optic damage. This was later reported to the police and the perpetrator pointed out.
What was particularly noticeable was the condition of the cultists. Some of them appeared to have aged hugely since we had last seen them (2 years ago) and one particularly, appeared to be almost on the verge of collapse (guy at the end of my first video posted earlier).
Anyway, the police arrived and asked the group to leave. They then did so, in an orderly fashion, tired but exhilarated.
So here is a question for any Scientologists reading this – how come you hired security guards
and had perhaps a couple of dozen of your own guys on duty
and you had dogs, cameras (with infra red vision), motion detectors
and goodness knows what else and you had prior warning and yet this group of ordinary people managed to wander unchallenged right into the heart of your stronghold? Couldn’t you find an OT or two to do their super-power thing and prevent this?
I have a feeling that the repercussions for the hapless staff are going to be rather severe given Miscavige’s paranoia and famous bad-temper.
Security is bound to be significantly beefed up for next year.
Sounds like a challenge…
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