Cool Story - moar please!
Geez, thanks for being interested.
I have been posting for a very long time. I posted on ARS from 1996 as Ladayla.
I posted on OCBM as Ladayla. I post here as Challenge.
If you are interested in my posts, and historical data from 1952 until 1983, read those messages. Be sure and SKIP the posts between myself and Fluffy, Fluffy Girl, Amafluffygirl, Ball of fluff, getoffmyass, and Voltaire's Child. Those are all Claire Swazey, and any exchanges between that person and myself are throwaways and productive of nothing.
Lemme tell you about D.C. in the mid-50's. I was a "Center" person in the Dallas field at that time, but I flew to D.C. for Congresses and a bit of auditing from the Master.
The last time I was there, I had lunch with LRH at a restaurant near the Scn center. ( I think it was already being called an Org). Some of the peeps on Staff were Al Kozak and Maureen? ( o shite, names are blanking out), Julia Salmen and Ken, Mariltn Routsong, omigod, I have to give up on the names....anyways, what was being delivered, at least to me, was some kind of listing action which I think turned out to be R2-12. I did not do well on it. Ron did not like my item, which was first on the list, and continued the list to an item that he liked. My item was , as I recall," to perceive". Ron said O, no, no. I want an action item, and so we continued to list to the item "to communicate".
Communication is sure as hell not my item, but I accepted it. After all, it pleased Hubbard.
That evening I hd dinner at "Nibs" house with he and Harriet, and a lady named Ann Sherman.
It was a day later that I began to turn yellow. The color lasted for 2 weeks.
I was so bummed by my auditing on that trip that I left D.C. and went to NYC where I shopped the fur district and bought myself a full length Autumn Haze Mink coat with the money that I had intended to spend on services at the D.C. Scn Center.
Everyone at the Center was being drilled on the "escape route". It wound into Maryland. It was the route that 'we' were to follow when the Russians dropped the bomb.
It wasn't too long after that the D.C. Org was raided by the F.B.I. and I resigned for the first time. I had a place in Society to protect, and Scientology's reputation among the movers and shakers in Dallas was put in question.
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