Rmack
Van Allen Belt Sunbather
One of the more mysterious experiences that I had while working for ASHO Day in the late 70’s, early 80’s was when I one day wandered into the little theater area on the bottom of the Cedars of Lebanon building ( I think it was called) located at PAC. (Big Blue in Hollyweird).
There was this huge crowd assembled, all applauding Diana on the stage. I found myself standing on the sidelines, looking directly into her eyes, as she was looking at me. The crowd kept cheering, and we both looked around, but she was definitely aware of me, and I her. She was a striking woman; Long red hair with a distinct resemblance to photos of her father.
For some reason, she seemed to absolutely radiate antagonism at me. I was puzzled at the time as to why this should be. I seemed to remember that I wasn’t the only one standing on the sidelines, and, like everyone else there, I was in Sea Org uniform. I don’t remember what she was talking about. I seem to remember registering the usual rah-rah crap that you hear all the time around that place, but I wondered why I hadn’t heard anything about this lecture before.
She kept glaring at me at regular intervals, until I left, mystified as to why she would do this.
Sometime later, I was riding a bicycle down Hollywood Blvd in the evening, probably on a Sunday, which was usually a day off, when I saw her walking the opposite direction arm in arm with some guy. I recognized her, and she seemed to recognize me also, doing nothing but glaring in a distinctly hostile manner until I passed. Again, I was at a loss to explain why she should act this way.
The next time I only heard her.
It was a couple of years later when I had been conned to coming out to Flag to do renos supposedly for 10 dollars an hour off of my freeloaders debt, having previously walked away from the Sea Org when it became clear they had no intention of honoring the promises made to me when I joined.
I have previously posted how this was a scam, and the people at Flag systematically reneged on every single promise they made me to get me to come out there. Well, it was someone who called me from ASHO to inform me that working at flag would not go towards any debt at ASHO, but every other promise- decent room and board, 35 bucks a week guaranteed, 40 hour weeks only, and a place for my dog to stay while I was there- were all violated while I was there.
That’s another story, though.
I was walking by one of the Cabanas near the pool at the back of the Fort Harrison when I heard her voice again, screaming furiously at the top of her lungs, going on about ‘my father’ this and ‘my father’ that.
Whatever happened to her? Does anyone know? She seemed to be the only child of Hubbard's that he approved of, making her an officer in the S.O.. Was she a threat to the new regime, as she was a logical successor to her old man?
And why in the Hell did she pick me out of crowds to glare at? I may never know.
There was this huge crowd assembled, all applauding Diana on the stage. I found myself standing on the sidelines, looking directly into her eyes, as she was looking at me. The crowd kept cheering, and we both looked around, but she was definitely aware of me, and I her. She was a striking woman; Long red hair with a distinct resemblance to photos of her father.
For some reason, she seemed to absolutely radiate antagonism at me. I was puzzled at the time as to why this should be. I seemed to remember that I wasn’t the only one standing on the sidelines, and, like everyone else there, I was in Sea Org uniform. I don’t remember what she was talking about. I seem to remember registering the usual rah-rah crap that you hear all the time around that place, but I wondered why I hadn’t heard anything about this lecture before.
She kept glaring at me at regular intervals, until I left, mystified as to why she would do this.
Sometime later, I was riding a bicycle down Hollywood Blvd in the evening, probably on a Sunday, which was usually a day off, when I saw her walking the opposite direction arm in arm with some guy. I recognized her, and she seemed to recognize me also, doing nothing but glaring in a distinctly hostile manner until I passed. Again, I was at a loss to explain why she should act this way.
The next time I only heard her.
It was a couple of years later when I had been conned to coming out to Flag to do renos supposedly for 10 dollars an hour off of my freeloaders debt, having previously walked away from the Sea Org when it became clear they had no intention of honoring the promises made to me when I joined.
I have previously posted how this was a scam, and the people at Flag systematically reneged on every single promise they made me to get me to come out there. Well, it was someone who called me from ASHO to inform me that working at flag would not go towards any debt at ASHO, but every other promise- decent room and board, 35 bucks a week guaranteed, 40 hour weeks only, and a place for my dog to stay while I was there- were all violated while I was there.
That’s another story, though.
I was walking by one of the Cabanas near the pool at the back of the Fort Harrison when I heard her voice again, screaming furiously at the top of her lungs, going on about ‘my father’ this and ‘my father’ that.
Whatever happened to her? Does anyone know? She seemed to be the only child of Hubbard's that he approved of, making her an officer in the S.O.. Was she a threat to the new regime, as she was a logical successor to her old man?
And why in the Hell did she pick me out of crowds to glare at? I may never know.