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La La Lou Lou

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Back in the seventies it was fun to hang around and chat, staff or public, it was good to just discuss stuff, in course breaks, around the reception when the org was closing up for the night, it was fun to be around, there were no police to wack you with a stick if you came up with wierd theories or suggested it was perhaps untrue, people talked about a lot of 'enemy lines' Ive read about here. People talked about who really wrote all about radiation, who invented the meter or who designed the OCA. I remember people talking about the auditor mag being like Russian propaganda.

But getting back to now, and to this thread...

When someone on lines now, in this paranoid sec check ridden scene allows themselves to acknowlege any doubt, even if it's 'well maybe it is wrong to beat the staff', even that has opened a crack, and that will let in more and more light till the full can of worms is exposed at the end of the tunnel.

So any doubt raising activities are good. What exactly his motives are I do not know, but if it helps people to dissconnect from the suppressive group that is DMism then its fine by me. Some of these newly freed beings may well go over to the Freez zone, some will join the baptists and some will become porn stars, but theyll be making their own choices. Hurray to that!:happydance:
 

Kha Khan

Patron Meritorious
Back in the seventies it was fun to hang around and chat, staff or public, it was good to just discuss stuff, in course breaks, around the reception when the org was closing up for the night, it was fun to be around, there were no police to wack you with a stick if you came up with wierd theories or suggested it was perhaps untrue, people talked about a lot of 'enemy lines' Ive read about here. People talked about who really wrote all about radiation, who invented the meter or who designed the OCA. I remember people talking about the auditor mag being like Russian propaganda.
There is no doubt that Scientology (interestingly, perhaps unlike Dianetics) has always had its dark, evil, paranoid and Xenu knows unscientific side and foundation, but I can understand old-timers who miss the pre-1980s "Golden Age" of Scientology.

Indeed, when I read accounts by Magoo and other old-timers, I sometimes think I missed the "Golden Age" of Scientology (to the extent there ever was a "Golden Age") by joining in the mid-1980s. I've read numerous accounts of a time when Scientologists actually had fun, listened to music, talked and communicated about the tech and their experience of it, etc. Such a shame.
 

La La Lou Lou

Crusader
Looking back it was odd, we knew that the old man painted a false picture of himself, it was obvious that. No one believed a word of his autobiographical writings.

The six foot high photos of him in the Org window kept people away thats for sure.

His hammy photos in the advance mag were laughable and his music made you cringe. And yet people respected him.

I had some wins on tr's and some on self analysis, but not enough to really sign a SO contract. I think the fact he had to lie about himself was actually endearing, it made him appear vulnerable.

I wouldnt have thought that if I knew about people being thrown overboard or refused medications till they died and then bad mouthing them.

By mid 70's everything started to get serious, well after the Battle of Britain I suppose, and two years on the RPF, when I returned to the Org there was no more friendship with fellows, no more sitting aroung chatting to old timers to hear horror stories of pc's having auditing in the class room. Well Im not one to gossip, but... Someone was getting audited, apparently, about compulsions and undressed demonstating his compulsion, and made to do it till he flattened it, right there in the full course room.

La La
 

Veda

Sponsor
Travelling down memory lane

There is no doubt that Scientology (interestingly, perhaps unlike Dianetics) has always had its dark, evil, paranoid and Xenu knows unscientific side and foundation, but I can understand old-timers who miss the pre-1980s "Golden Age" of Scientology.

Indeed, when I read accounts by Magoo and other old-timers, I sometimes think I missed the "Golden Age" of Scientology (to the extent there ever was a "Golden Age") by joining in the mid-1980s. I've read numerous accounts of a time when Scientologists actually had fun, listened to music, talked and communicated about the tech and their experience of it, etc. Such a shame.

To some extent, I think some are mixing their fond reminiscing about their youth with their memory of Scientology's past. Sure, there were fun moments on the fringes of Scientology, at lunch breaks, after the day was done at the apartment shared with other Scientologists, but for most - unless one was a "professional (usually rich) PC," one was on training to be an auditor, or on staff, or in the Sea Org.

When I was on the Academy levels at the New York Org in 1971, and living with a few other Scientologists in an apartment in the Lower East Side of NYC, I awoke around 7 A.M., was on course by 9 A.M., and finally ended the day at the Org at 10:30 P.M. I was busy, and I was working hard to become an auditor. There were fulfilling experiences, and these - to me - were what I was there for, not for "fun," although there was some fun too.

I wasn't involved with Scientology to have fun - I was there to learn to audit. When I completed the training/auditing actions I was there to do, I left, went home, and then there was plenty of fun to be had.

So, sure, there were fun moments, late night conversations, and some of the lunch breaks with my training twin and, later, my PC, had hilarious moments when we dined at the the "Auto-mat" where an eccentric waiter sang operettas while he picked up dishes and cleaned tables, and I suppose attending Incredible String Band concerts would be included in the fun (they were, at that time, Scientologists too), but the Org was oriented toward production, and - frankly - I preferred it that way, as I was there to do certain specific things.

Not being on staff, or in the Sea Org, of course, my situation was different, so when I was done with training/auditing, I went home to the sea shore and my (mostly) "wog" (or in a few instances "dilettante" Scientologist) friends.

The difference was in the general atmosphere, I think. Scientology was still NEW. The Sea Org was NEW. Ron was on the ship, and new levels and Rundowns were being released on a regular basis. There was talk of a Scientology-generated Renaissance. Anything seemed possible.

And many of us were very naive.

The Fair Game Law of 1965 was there in the background, as was Sea Org ethics, as was Hard Sell, as was the Guardian's Office.

Nonetheless, hope and expectation of great things was the predominant mood.

But "fun"? There was some, but - for me - Scientology was more about accomplishing things, and the sense of fulfillment that followed. That was better than "fun."
 

Veda

Sponsor
. No one believed a word of his autobiographical writings.

-snip-

Really? I recall that plenty seemed to believe that he had been the Buddha, and that the Russian KGB had stole his 'Excalibur' manuscript in the 1930s, and that, after healing himself of crippling World War 2 injuries with Dianetics, that he had made hundreds of Clears in 1947, etc., before refusing to hand over Dianetics to the US Government in 1950, and believed that his refusal to hand over Dianetics to various governments precipitated the attacks that followed - from the USA, British, and Russian Gov'ts - Gov'ts that were all dominated by the "psychs."

None of it seemed important to me, one way or the other, I just wanted to do auditing. But that was me.

Glad that you saw through the Hubbardian prevarication about himself, but - as I recall it - many did not.
 

La La Lou Lou

Crusader
A brief history of the end of the golden era.

I suppose the mood of the time was different, nothing was that strange about a man talking to tomatoes when I'd just had my third LSD trip only a couple of years before, and smoked a joint on the way to start my comm course. Listen to the words of the string band song, 'the magic man that helped us get out of the woods', we all had long hair and a bath at least once a month. Then the scinos scary stary eyes were partly from our recent chemical past. I was practically being forced to do it all anyway, family pressure, so I was up for fun where I could. I was also quite serious about it trying my TR's out on the way home and trying to force the traffic lights to change, using my newly won skill at lifting ashtrays. People looked down as I approached staring madly ahead with my head held high. People might say something about him and we'd all go...' like Wow man!' wether we believed it or not. I remember one of the sup's with a beautiful satin paisly jacket long hair and beard, he used to go out busking on the electric Violin in breaks and earned plenty doing it. Flag was a long way away. As was reality.

Sorry Veda, yes I was reminising, just a little bit. Maybe I do miss being young, energetic, colourful, naiive, wild haired and oddly hopeful. Jesus it was so much better than the cold hearted bitch valence, people actually were interested in each other, I was interested in other people, people were interested in me.

Where did the colour go? when did people get in the way, instead of being why we were there?

It all changed when ethics came in. The battle of Britain, what a mission. With ethics came the right for people to invalidate and evaluate for someone else. Fun was just dev T! Events were for selling and recruiting in. And our org started to shrink. Our public dissapeared and we had become robots. We wore grey and navy blue, got hair styled, cheaply of course, wore ties and jackets, with dandruff of course. Everyone smoked exept in the course room or in session. And the poorer of us re-rolled the dogends of the richer. Many staff slept in their offices or the auditing rooms. Life really wasnt fun anymore.
 

La La Lou Lou

Crusader
Yes they were great, used to do group processing at the start of their gigs apparently.

To think thats when I started to move towards total freedom, and I went in search of that in navy blue with badly hacked hair, getting worse, into sodding uniform, thats real freedom. The freedom from personality!

Odd hearing it now, where on the track were we? costumes, hairstyles, the archaic words, the mixture of styles of music. It was great. It looks wierd from here, but I was comfortable then, far more exciting than tracksuits and baseballcaps over shaved heads! Where are those velvet trousers I made? I want a pink paisley caftan with a high colar and puffed sleeves, and I want it nowww!:yes: :yes:


I want my old self back! the one I had before I discovered freedom.
 
I had a soft white cotton shirt with high cuffs, covered buttons and a ruffle down the front. High waisted black velvet trou. etc. I love that ISB cover. Their faces, the expressions, with the costumes, and lighting....
 

La La Lou Lou

Crusader
Right DB, its very late, Im going to have a flashback seventies dream, with fog on the ground, really retro, angelic androgenous long haired beauties, girls in indian see through shirts and guys with crushed velvet loons so tight you can see if theyre jewish or not. All draped in cotton and silk, beads everywhere. Joss sticks burning.....and the string band are singing.......Each moment is different from any before it, it is now....it is now....each moment is....etc

Is this the Ab Fab universe?:unsure:
 

La La Lou Lou

Crusader
Ive just been looking at Marty's site. Interesting...

A) He talks about how naughty Davey was for appointing himself to run all of %cientology, as Hell Wrong Cupboard hadnt assigned him that post. I agree there, but who has assigned Marty to the role of messiah in excile?

B) He says that dissconnection policy is voluntary. Making it look like Wrong was really all nice and gentle, what I remember of the policy is anything but gentle. DM didnt invent it, or throwing student into the sea for that matter. Its taken me a while, but I see that 'source' was brutal, inconsistant and hiding behind anything or one who could.

The loving, hand holding, sun set with flowers waving in the summer breeze, face each other and smile world he wants to create is as squirrel as Daves gulag in Markab.

Bitter and twisted of Bulgaria
 
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