bobthesp
Patron with Honors
So...here it is...finally! Actually I started writing this several months ago and I thought I posted it, but Michelle/Wisened One brought it up again tonight and I remembered that I never did.
There is a lot of responsibility in starting this as I will now have to make time to continue it, but here goes. I will do my best and make it as long as possible with all the detail I can.
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It all started in Sept of 1989. I was 20 yrs old.
I was in San Diego CA doing remodel work on KFC’s with my father. I was extremely depressed. Just prior to that, I had lost my fiance to a 40-something, married man with children! (She was also 20 yrs old).
Losing her should not really have bothered me, considering she was an IV Drug Addict and a total pain
In the ass! But you know how it is when you’re 20. Stupid!
Anyway, I was dealing with my total asshole father and my break-up. While I was working twelve hours a day, it wasn’t too bad, I could maintain. But then my father and my brother that was working with us, both got called away back to Kansas, (where I am from and live) and they left me.
I was in a strange town. I knew absolutely no one. I spent a lot of time cruising around in my brand new
Chevy pick up looking for a joint or a girl. (Preferable both) and drinking.
My drink of choice at that time was similar to a long island iced tea. It was gin, rum, vodka, tequila in orange juice, pineapple juice, anything tropical I could find to put in it.
I had remembered seeing a Target store down the street from my motel and I decided to go there to find something to read.
Right across the street from the Target, it seemed, was the San Diego Sports Arena. With a big electronic sign that said: ‘Tonight KISS, Winger and Slaughter in Concert!’ Needless to say, I didn’t make it to Target that night! Though I DID get to sit in the 5th row of what was a GREAT concert!
Still no drugs or women.
So I ended up at Target the next day.
It had a small book section. A small paperback book with a beautiful, blue foil cover caught my attention. It was: ‘Scientology: The Fundamentals of Thought by L. Ron Hubbard. As you can imagine, I bought it, returned to my room and started reading. I couldn’t put it down. I read the entire book without stopping, I was so excited!
Somehow this beautiful little blue book was saying ‘all the right things’. THE section that really grabbed my attention was talking about valences. And at that time, I was very aware that I was acting ‘dramatizing’ my asshole father. I knew I had found the answer!
I called the nearest Org to me, the San Diego Org, immediately!
The lady said I needed to come in for the Personality Test. Her name was Sue Garrett, I am pretty sure. She wore a special shoe on one foot with a thicker sole, presumably her legs were different lengths type of thing, idk.
I made an appointment for the next day.
Finding the place was interesting, considering I was from Wichita, KS. And I had to go to downtown San Diego. But I found it.
The building was HUGE. It was an old bank building. The lobby was wide open, all the desks out in the open with no barriers. There was this HUGE chart on an easel. It was beautiful, and it said: The Bridge to Total Freedom. THAT’S what I wanted. FREEDOM… freedom from all the things that haunted me.
I was greeted by a very peppy, happy-seeming lady in her 30’s and there was a man there too, he had a great big smile and I thought he must be the happiest man I had ever seen, he was beaming, his name was Peter Kendall, I think. I was impressed. That’s what I wanted: to be happy. I think I was hooked already.
She came back with my results and she hit me right between the eyes with every problem I had. It was amazing. I was crying my eyes out, and she said: ‘You need to do the Success Through Communication Course’. At that time it was $200.00, and I didn’t have any money.
By this time, my father had returned, so I knew I could get the money. I told her I would return the next day to enroll. She was not happy, as I am sure she didn’t believe me, but she had no choice. It seems like she gave me a tour of the Bridge that night. She told me about Clear and that Peter was a Clear. Impressed again. For some reason I was not at all interested in Clear. My eyes were set on New OT VIII even though I had no idea what that was (this will make more sense later in my adventure).
I excitedly returned the next day to start fixing my life on STCC. It was a small course room to the right side of the main room. They didn’t have a twin for me, in fact I think I was the only student, so the lady that signed me up twinned with me. Wow did I have a good time, she was great! The ARC was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. I loved her and scientology and everything. We laughed so much we cried. I was so horny for her with a raging hard-on most of the night (I was only 20 remember). Sadly the night ended.
The next day I was so excited, I had found my salvation, this was BIG. I went back a couple more nights and got thru maybe half the course, with other twins, bummer. My attention was fixed on the Purification Rundown. You see, I had done a LOT of LSD and I had developed some seemingly permanent effects from it. I was seeing trails in my vision all the time at this point without the help of the drug. This scared the hell out of me and as you can imagine, the purif was my item.
Then we were done with our work in SD and had to leave, so that night I broke the news to my new love, reg and twin. She insisted that I be on an extension course while I was gone, since I had convinced her I was coming back to do the purif. We decided on Scientology - A New Slant on Life.
We moved on to Encinitas CA to our next job. The book was great and I couldn’t shut up about it, even though my father and brother had NO interest.
Soon I was back in Kansas, no ruby slippers or no place like home mantra, we had to drive. I was so excited about doing my purif, but didn’t have the money. A lifelong friend of mine had recently lost her husband and had a little money as a result. She loved me which made it easy to get her to give me $3000 to move to SD and do my purif. Meanwhile I was working diligently, OK begging, my ex fiancee to come back to me and move to SD. I told her all about Scn and that I thought it could really help us. Eventually I got the money from my good friend and my fiancee agreed to go.
I was on top of the world. I had everything a man could want, a hot fiance named Bridget, a brand new 4x4 Chevy truck and my salvation at hand. I had everything but a job, but I didn’t care. The most important thing to me were the girl and the salvation, nothing else mattered. I dropped everything and loaded us and a few belongings into my truck and off we went.
We smoked pot all the way there, since it was the last time I would ever do it I took full advantage of it. We found a little apartment and I started the purif immediately. Bridget was ok with scn but not as excited as I was. We didn’t have any extra money for her to be on service, so she was getting some book 1 (dianetics) auditing from a student. My reg came to me after a few days and said that Bridget really needed to do the Ups and Downs in Life Course, and convinced me to pay for it, even though I definitely did not have the money. It was $100.00 back then.
On the Purif, I met this really nice 40-something yr old lady. She had been a scn for a long time, but the Purif was pretty new at that point, so a lot of older scn’s were doing it. The Purif I/C was an OT V. She seemed lazy, bitchy and the biggest outpoint about her was how she had trouble getting up in the morning. I found this very strange. I mean, come on! She was OT V and she couldn’t get up in the morning?
During our time in the sauna, we talked mostly about OT. We listened to the Whole Track tapes. It was so intriguing. I loved it! Talking about how powerful you could be if you were OT. It was heavy! I was hooked even deeper.
Soon we were out of money. I had no job, I was too miserable. I was so sick from doing the Purif, I couldn’t work. I could only sleep and do the Purif. I tried to convince Bridget daily to get a job. She just ignored me. I called my friend that financed my trip and she gave me a little more money to last another week.
I was offered a job by a Painting contractor that was on his OT Levels, but I couldn’t’ do it. Not now. Maybe once I finished the Purif.
Things were becoming more stressful.
We had no income. I didn’t know how I was going to pay the rent on our weekly apartment or buy food.
I had maxed out all my credit cards, hadn’t made a single payment on them, nor my car payment, or truck payment, nor stereo payment. I was falling apart financially, but I didn’t care. This was IT. This was where I belonged. I HAD to find a way to get through the Purif so I could work again and start a new life in San Diego as a scn, and do the Bridge; the only thing that mattered.
I was having a hard time on the purif. Running out a lot of stuff, you know!
I was miserable. I think Bridget may have left me soley because of the gas I had as a result of the Purif. It was horrible.
Meanwhile, someone told me about scn marriage counciling and that it was all about the confession of your sins to your partner.
Wow, I thought.
THIS is what Bridget needs. I, on the other hand, had no significant transgressions, so it would be a cake walk for me, right?
I knew she had plenty to tell me, and if she would come clean, we would be able to get married and live happily ever after.
So that night, I told her about it and things went downhill from there. I think I ‘missed’ every withhold she ever had.
Within a day or two, she informed me that she was going back to ‘Rodney’ (the 40-something yr old married with kids guy). She wouldn’t say why.
I was crushed.
After all, what did salvation mean without the girl?
I went in to the Org the next day and told my reg that I had to go.
Of course they sent me directly to Qual. I was crying, completely upset. The lady who was wearing the Qual Hat at the time-don’t recall her name-tall, medium build, blond hair, decent-looking, not my type (cuz she was over 5 and half feet tall and she weighed more than 120 lbs, lol). She took me in for a metered interview, it was my first. It was strange! I was holding these cans connected to this meter while she asked me some very strange questions. Through the flood of tears, I told her how I owed the IRS and I couldn’t stand it anymore. That I had not worked in a long time, I had not paid any of my bills, my credit cards, my car payment, my truck payment. I had dropped everything in pursuit of my salvation. My truck tags had expired, I had just turned 21 while on the Purif, my life was a complete wreck and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to return to Kansas and straighten it all out. I didn’t tell them about Bridget leaving me. I just wanted to leave. I had decided instead of paying for a bus ticket for Bridget to return to KS, that I would take her. This would give me a couple days to try to talk some sense into her.
I drove back through ice and snow. It was the first of December.
I will pick up next back in Wichita. Things are really hazy during that time as I was distraught and on as many drugs as possible, but I will try.
There is a lot of responsibility in starting this as I will now have to make time to continue it, but here goes. I will do my best and make it as long as possible with all the detail I can.
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It all started in Sept of 1989. I was 20 yrs old.
I was in San Diego CA doing remodel work on KFC’s with my father. I was extremely depressed. Just prior to that, I had lost my fiance to a 40-something, married man with children! (She was also 20 yrs old).
Losing her should not really have bothered me, considering she was an IV Drug Addict and a total pain
In the ass! But you know how it is when you’re 20. Stupid!
Anyway, I was dealing with my total asshole father and my break-up. While I was working twelve hours a day, it wasn’t too bad, I could maintain. But then my father and my brother that was working with us, both got called away back to Kansas, (where I am from and live) and they left me.
I was in a strange town. I knew absolutely no one. I spent a lot of time cruising around in my brand new
Chevy pick up looking for a joint or a girl. (Preferable both) and drinking.
My drink of choice at that time was similar to a long island iced tea. It was gin, rum, vodka, tequila in orange juice, pineapple juice, anything tropical I could find to put in it.
I had remembered seeing a Target store down the street from my motel and I decided to go there to find something to read.
Right across the street from the Target, it seemed, was the San Diego Sports Arena. With a big electronic sign that said: ‘Tonight KISS, Winger and Slaughter in Concert!’ Needless to say, I didn’t make it to Target that night! Though I DID get to sit in the 5th row of what was a GREAT concert!
Still no drugs or women.
So I ended up at Target the next day.
It had a small book section. A small paperback book with a beautiful, blue foil cover caught my attention. It was: ‘Scientology: The Fundamentals of Thought by L. Ron Hubbard. As you can imagine, I bought it, returned to my room and started reading. I couldn’t put it down. I read the entire book without stopping, I was so excited!
Somehow this beautiful little blue book was saying ‘all the right things’. THE section that really grabbed my attention was talking about valences. And at that time, I was very aware that I was acting ‘dramatizing’ my asshole father. I knew I had found the answer!
I called the nearest Org to me, the San Diego Org, immediately!
The lady said I needed to come in for the Personality Test. Her name was Sue Garrett, I am pretty sure. She wore a special shoe on one foot with a thicker sole, presumably her legs were different lengths type of thing, idk.
I made an appointment for the next day.
Finding the place was interesting, considering I was from Wichita, KS. And I had to go to downtown San Diego. But I found it.
The building was HUGE. It was an old bank building. The lobby was wide open, all the desks out in the open with no barriers. There was this HUGE chart on an easel. It was beautiful, and it said: The Bridge to Total Freedom. THAT’S what I wanted. FREEDOM… freedom from all the things that haunted me.
I was greeted by a very peppy, happy-seeming lady in her 30’s and there was a man there too, he had a great big smile and I thought he must be the happiest man I had ever seen, he was beaming, his name was Peter Kendall, I think. I was impressed. That’s what I wanted: to be happy. I think I was hooked already.
She came back with my results and she hit me right between the eyes with every problem I had. It was amazing. I was crying my eyes out, and she said: ‘You need to do the Success Through Communication Course’. At that time it was $200.00, and I didn’t have any money.
By this time, my father had returned, so I knew I could get the money. I told her I would return the next day to enroll. She was not happy, as I am sure she didn’t believe me, but she had no choice. It seems like she gave me a tour of the Bridge that night. She told me about Clear and that Peter was a Clear. Impressed again. For some reason I was not at all interested in Clear. My eyes were set on New OT VIII even though I had no idea what that was (this will make more sense later in my adventure).
I excitedly returned the next day to start fixing my life on STCC. It was a small course room to the right side of the main room. They didn’t have a twin for me, in fact I think I was the only student, so the lady that signed me up twinned with me. Wow did I have a good time, she was great! The ARC was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. I loved her and scientology and everything. We laughed so much we cried. I was so horny for her with a raging hard-on most of the night (I was only 20 remember). Sadly the night ended.
The next day I was so excited, I had found my salvation, this was BIG. I went back a couple more nights and got thru maybe half the course, with other twins, bummer. My attention was fixed on the Purification Rundown. You see, I had done a LOT of LSD and I had developed some seemingly permanent effects from it. I was seeing trails in my vision all the time at this point without the help of the drug. This scared the hell out of me and as you can imagine, the purif was my item.
Then we were done with our work in SD and had to leave, so that night I broke the news to my new love, reg and twin. She insisted that I be on an extension course while I was gone, since I had convinced her I was coming back to do the purif. We decided on Scientology - A New Slant on Life.
We moved on to Encinitas CA to our next job. The book was great and I couldn’t shut up about it, even though my father and brother had NO interest.
Soon I was back in Kansas, no ruby slippers or no place like home mantra, we had to drive. I was so excited about doing my purif, but didn’t have the money. A lifelong friend of mine had recently lost her husband and had a little money as a result. She loved me which made it easy to get her to give me $3000 to move to SD and do my purif. Meanwhile I was working diligently, OK begging, my ex fiancee to come back to me and move to SD. I told her all about Scn and that I thought it could really help us. Eventually I got the money from my good friend and my fiancee agreed to go.
I was on top of the world. I had everything a man could want, a hot fiance named Bridget, a brand new 4x4 Chevy truck and my salvation at hand. I had everything but a job, but I didn’t care. The most important thing to me were the girl and the salvation, nothing else mattered. I dropped everything and loaded us and a few belongings into my truck and off we went.
We smoked pot all the way there, since it was the last time I would ever do it I took full advantage of it. We found a little apartment and I started the purif immediately. Bridget was ok with scn but not as excited as I was. We didn’t have any extra money for her to be on service, so she was getting some book 1 (dianetics) auditing from a student. My reg came to me after a few days and said that Bridget really needed to do the Ups and Downs in Life Course, and convinced me to pay for it, even though I definitely did not have the money. It was $100.00 back then.
On the Purif, I met this really nice 40-something yr old lady. She had been a scn for a long time, but the Purif was pretty new at that point, so a lot of older scn’s were doing it. The Purif I/C was an OT V. She seemed lazy, bitchy and the biggest outpoint about her was how she had trouble getting up in the morning. I found this very strange. I mean, come on! She was OT V and she couldn’t get up in the morning?
During our time in the sauna, we talked mostly about OT. We listened to the Whole Track tapes. It was so intriguing. I loved it! Talking about how powerful you could be if you were OT. It was heavy! I was hooked even deeper.
Soon we were out of money. I had no job, I was too miserable. I was so sick from doing the Purif, I couldn’t work. I could only sleep and do the Purif. I tried to convince Bridget daily to get a job. She just ignored me. I called my friend that financed my trip and she gave me a little more money to last another week.
I was offered a job by a Painting contractor that was on his OT Levels, but I couldn’t’ do it. Not now. Maybe once I finished the Purif.
Things were becoming more stressful.
We had no income. I didn’t know how I was going to pay the rent on our weekly apartment or buy food.
I had maxed out all my credit cards, hadn’t made a single payment on them, nor my car payment, or truck payment, nor stereo payment. I was falling apart financially, but I didn’t care. This was IT. This was where I belonged. I HAD to find a way to get through the Purif so I could work again and start a new life in San Diego as a scn, and do the Bridge; the only thing that mattered.
I was having a hard time on the purif. Running out a lot of stuff, you know!
I was miserable. I think Bridget may have left me soley because of the gas I had as a result of the Purif. It was horrible. Meanwhile, someone told me about scn marriage counciling and that it was all about the confession of your sins to your partner.
Wow, I thought.
THIS is what Bridget needs. I, on the other hand, had no significant transgressions, so it would be a cake walk for me, right?
I knew she had plenty to tell me, and if she would come clean, we would be able to get married and live happily ever after.
So that night, I told her about it and things went downhill from there. I think I ‘missed’ every withhold she ever had.
Within a day or two, she informed me that she was going back to ‘Rodney’ (the 40-something yr old married with kids guy). She wouldn’t say why.
I was crushed.
After all, what did salvation mean without the girl?
I went in to the Org the next day and told my reg that I had to go.
Of course they sent me directly to Qual. I was crying, completely upset. The lady who was wearing the Qual Hat at the time-don’t recall her name-tall, medium build, blond hair, decent-looking, not my type (cuz she was over 5 and half feet tall and she weighed more than 120 lbs, lol). She took me in for a metered interview, it was my first. It was strange! I was holding these cans connected to this meter while she asked me some very strange questions. Through the flood of tears, I told her how I owed the IRS and I couldn’t stand it anymore. That I had not worked in a long time, I had not paid any of my bills, my credit cards, my car payment, my truck payment. I had dropped everything in pursuit of my salvation. My truck tags had expired, I had just turned 21 while on the Purif, my life was a complete wreck and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to return to Kansas and straighten it all out. I didn’t tell them about Bridget leaving me. I just wanted to leave. I had decided instead of paying for a bus ticket for Bridget to return to KS, that I would take her. This would give me a couple days to try to talk some sense into her.
I drove back through ice and snow. It was the first of December.
I will pick up next back in Wichita. Things are really hazy during that time as I was distraught and on as many drugs as possible, but I will try.
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This is an exciting story!
Looking forward to the next installments. 
for the next installment. 
