Yes, I consider my bridges with Herr Rinder and Rathburn to be well burned. I did hope to rekindle some freindships with former fellow comrades who now sail under Marty's Independent flag, it depends on their grapevine and on whether they are enforcing internal ethics policies, I hope some do stay in touch, but no breath holding going on at this end.
No, Pete, I spent an evening and a prolonged breakfast with a group of these independent scientologists, and four on the fence scientologists. I was not out to gather 'intelligence' just to, well, catch with old friends. Immediatly after making the slip, the person tried to back peddle and got very flustered, had they not done that I might not have taken any notice, but that underlined that there was a 'confidential' program in train.
It was not the information that I found astounding or even particularly interesting, I kind of took it as read that there was a plan or dream or sorts in the offing. What was astounding was being, for the first time in five years, with a group of people talking and thinking in Scientology speak and think. That was a most disconcerting and frankly, troubling experience. I felt blood vessels in my brain rupture.
One fellow, a still in, tried to run a coffee shop process on me to find my ARC X with the tech. Pedrofcuk of Dublin Anon and protest fame was with me and he was as freaked out as I was with regard to their behaviour. It has taken some reflection to process what we experienced.
The encounter brought home to me just how far gone from the real world these people are, they speak gobbeldy gook. They cannot see or even perceive the world around them, so deeply are they lost in the Hubbard faux reality.
I watched them, I like watching people, it is a little hobby of mine. When these people, all former SO, weren’t jabbering on in gap-less compulsive communication about how creepy and weird the freezone people are, what they are going to do once they get St. Hill back and who they were in their past lives, they stared into the half distance. Cogs spinning in their heads: trying process what had happened to them and what they were doing to themselves.
I was astounded watching them chain smoke, their manic restless moves, fixed and forced (pardon the language) up-tone 'beingnesses'. Blinkless eyes. If you met a person acting like that you would assume mental illness, when you meet and interact with a group of people in this mode, it is a bit creepy. It is mental illness. That is what I found frightening, Hubbard created a system that is in use daily in the civilized world, that induces mental illness on an industrial scale. And I was like that, just a few short years ago. I shudder.
Sorry Petey, I went off the point. The info garnered is what I garnered, it is fairly obvious that they do have a plan of sorts, these people are working in some kind of a co-ordinated fashion. I don't know, or really care, what degree of wishful thinking is involved, but they, being scientologists, are utterly convinced of the rightness of their plan. What I found genuinely chilling was that these people were out yet 100 percent 'in', there had been no diminishing of the conditioning, no reflection, no self examination. They were still Sea Org Members, still on mission.