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For your reading enjoyment.......
Here is an "eye-opening" review written by some poor soul in LA, who got suckered into a Scientology org and the bizarre events that transpired.
I especially loved her unique "solution" to the endless mail and phone calls she received.
Bon appetit!
"Lisa V " on YELP website
When I first moved to Hollywood from the Midwest as I was walking down the street on Hollywood Blvd., I was stopped by one of their workers and they started to ask me a bunch of questions about stress. Lets see, I just moved from Chicago to LA, yes, I am stressed. This is how they get you my friends.
They offer to give you a little stress survey thingy and then once you fill it out, they determine that you need help. So, they invite you to go to a meeting and see what they are all about. OK, so I went to a meeting. Yes, I know, it was a mistake but they find vulnerable people searching for something.
When I stepped into their class/meeting, I was asked to purchase $40 worth of text books the moment I stepped in the door. I of course was hesitant but I did it anyway. However, the whole class/meeting consists of you working on your own with your little text books and guess what? I finished my books almost by the time I ran out of there so that meant I would have to walk down to their convenient little bookstore and purchase more! Does anyone see the problem here?
Throughout my meeting, I heard very strange moans, groans, and yelling coming from a room beside the room I was in. I asked what was going on as it seemed like someone was in pain. A worker/teacher there told me that someone there was "detoxing". I became very uneasy and a bit scared thinking what the hell had I gotten myself into. So, I trusted my instincts and I packed up my things in the middle of the class and two people working there came up to me and asked me what was wrong.
I said I didn't like what I was hearing next door and that their church was not right for me and I was leaving. They stood in my way and made me walk around them. A barrier so to speak. They kept telling me not to leave and they followed me all the way down the stairs and to the lobby all the while insisting that I not leave. I began to get really scared so I started yelling vile things at them and asking them to leave me the f%@*! alone! At one point a guy grabbed my arm and I turned and I took a swing at him.
They followed me out to my car and would not leave me alone.
After I left that PLACE, I continued to get letters and calls at home from them. This went on for months. Seriously, it got so bad that one day my friend and I (had to have a body guard), walked into their building and stood in the lobby and fucking yelled and told them to never, ever, send a fucking piece of mail or call my home again and I threw their mail all over the lobby. I never heard from them again.
And for the record, I've been to many churches and walked out of many churches with the intention of not going back and not once have I been stopped by anyone with dollar signs in their eyes pleading with me to stay.
Here is an "eye-opening" review written by some poor soul in LA, who got suckered into a Scientology org and the bizarre events that transpired.
I especially loved her unique "solution" to the endless mail and phone calls she received.
Bon appetit!
"Lisa V " on YELP website
When I first moved to Hollywood from the Midwest as I was walking down the street on Hollywood Blvd., I was stopped by one of their workers and they started to ask me a bunch of questions about stress. Lets see, I just moved from Chicago to LA, yes, I am stressed. This is how they get you my friends.
They offer to give you a little stress survey thingy and then once you fill it out, they determine that you need help. So, they invite you to go to a meeting and see what they are all about. OK, so I went to a meeting. Yes, I know, it was a mistake but they find vulnerable people searching for something.
When I stepped into their class/meeting, I was asked to purchase $40 worth of text books the moment I stepped in the door. I of course was hesitant but I did it anyway. However, the whole class/meeting consists of you working on your own with your little text books and guess what? I finished my books almost by the time I ran out of there so that meant I would have to walk down to their convenient little bookstore and purchase more! Does anyone see the problem here?
Throughout my meeting, I heard very strange moans, groans, and yelling coming from a room beside the room I was in. I asked what was going on as it seemed like someone was in pain. A worker/teacher there told me that someone there was "detoxing". I became very uneasy and a bit scared thinking what the hell had I gotten myself into. So, I trusted my instincts and I packed up my things in the middle of the class and two people working there came up to me and asked me what was wrong.
I said I didn't like what I was hearing next door and that their church was not right for me and I was leaving. They stood in my way and made me walk around them. A barrier so to speak. They kept telling me not to leave and they followed me all the way down the stairs and to the lobby all the while insisting that I not leave. I began to get really scared so I started yelling vile things at them and asking them to leave me the f%@*! alone! At one point a guy grabbed my arm and I turned and I took a swing at him.
They followed me out to my car and would not leave me alone.
After I left that PLACE, I continued to get letters and calls at home from them. This went on for months. Seriously, it got so bad that one day my friend and I (had to have a body guard), walked into their building and stood in the lobby and fucking yelled and told them to never, ever, send a fucking piece of mail or call my home again and I threw their mail all over the lobby. I never heard from them again.
And for the record, I've been to many churches and walked out of many churches with the intention of not going back and not once have I been stopped by anyone with dollar signs in their eyes pleading with me to stay.