Tom of Helatrobus
Patron Meritorious
I wrote a new section of my story which is posted at the seaorg.wind.prohosting.com site. Is has been a long time so I don't have a perfect memory of this event (I never went clear). It might be two events which I remember as one. If anyone remembers, then let me know. I'm also curious if anyone remembers anything about the kid DM was talking about - was that supposed to be the reincarnation of LRH or something?
The new section is listed below. The time is circa 1991. Editing corrections are always welcome.
Tom
“THE E-METER IS NOW AVAILABLE IN RED!”
As part of a special Scientology event to be held at the Shine Auditorium in L.A., all the Sea Org members put on civilian clothes and got on busses taking us to said event. There were a lot of people there, the place was nice and there was a band playing some festive, fun tunes. The event was held in the expo center. Some people were dancing, although most stood around talking.
My direct boss, Dave said that we would be working this event. I can’t remember what it was that we were supposed to be selling - something to do with Scientology administration technology for businesses. With a sense of urgency Dave set up the tables, set out the books, and put some fliers into my hand. “Pass these out,” he ordered. Dave was such a great guy, I admired his drive and although I was unsure about my sales ability, I let his enthusiasm rub off on me and starting handing out the fliers.
I waded into the crowd passing out fliers left and right. Some people took the fliers, others refused them stating that they were Sea Org members (meaning they were trained by the Sea Org, so didn’t need to buy anything). This went on for a few minutes. Then I handed a flier to a girl who refused it, “We’re in the Sea Org!” she snapped. She was about my age. Looking at her I recognized her a Sea Org member who had a bit of a crush on me. I hadn’t recognized her without her uniform on. She was probably offended that I hadn’t recognized her right away.
Following this, before of handing out a flier, I asked if the person was in the Sea Org. Every single person said yes and I didn’t hand out a single flier. I took the fliers back to Dave. “Everyone here is in the Sea Org.” I reported. He took the fliers and put them back on the table. He seemed perplexed. We didn’t sell any packages that night.
I wondered how many public Scientologist there were in L.A. Was the Sea Org there in civilian clothes just to give the appearance of there being a lot of public support for Scientology? I didn’t know, but I wondered.
As the night went on David Miscaivage took the stage. He was top dog in Scientology. Chairman of the Board of the Religious Technology center. He stood on the stage in full dress uniform - which was similar to the dress blue uniform of a naval captain. His speaking was a bit robotic and unanimated. I have seen him since, and he was gotten much better at public speaking, but back then it was robotic. He spoke clearly, but without enthusiasm and staring straight ahead. His mannerisms seemed awkward and odd.
Odder still was what he talked about. On one occasion he mentioned a young student, a boy, who had completed his Key to Life course and Life Orientation course within hours. Everyone applauded. These were usually classes that took months, at least six months. It seemed surreal for someone to blaze through those courses at such a pace. Miscaivage held this boy out as an example of what we could aspire too. However, after that speech, I never heard anything about the boy again.
On a large screen we were shown up treading graphs of statistics for Scientology operations from all over the world - proof that Scientology was expanding. Some of those statistics were from the Western United States. I knew not all of our statistics were up trending, some of them were down trending. In fact, CLO had been put on rice and beans several times due to lack of performance - yet we were being held out here as being successful. Of course, Miscaivage was picking out the best statistics to show, but he wasn’t giving the full story.
The high light of the night was announced by Miscaivage as well, amid much fanfare. “The e-meter is now available in HCOB red!” “HCOB red” was a reference to the color of ink used by the Sea Org to print Hubbard’s Technical Bulletins called HCOBs. Essentially, he was saying that the e-meter, a piece of equipment critical in Scientology processing, was now available in red.
Everyone applauded and even I applauded but, mentally, this was a mini mind revolt for me. The Sea Org was supposed to be saving the planet, saving mankind and what was the big news for the night? The e-meter was now available in red! What was that? Why should anyone care? I’m sure it took some effort, but it was nothing to be announced amid fanfare. It would have been different if Miscaivage played it off as if it were no big deal, but he did just the opposite. Listening to him tell it, it was earth shattering, ground shaking! Big news!
I had no place for this “entheta” or negative thoughts about Scientology. I would keep my “theta” or positive thoughts on Scientology and I would dwell on those. I pushed the events of the night to hidden place in my mind and I gave it no further thought. I didn’t even reflect on how crowded it was getting in that hidden place in my mind.
The new section is listed below. The time is circa 1991. Editing corrections are always welcome.
Tom
“THE E-METER IS NOW AVAILABLE IN RED!”
As part of a special Scientology event to be held at the Shine Auditorium in L.A., all the Sea Org members put on civilian clothes and got on busses taking us to said event. There were a lot of people there, the place was nice and there was a band playing some festive, fun tunes. The event was held in the expo center. Some people were dancing, although most stood around talking.
My direct boss, Dave said that we would be working this event. I can’t remember what it was that we were supposed to be selling - something to do with Scientology administration technology for businesses. With a sense of urgency Dave set up the tables, set out the books, and put some fliers into my hand. “Pass these out,” he ordered. Dave was such a great guy, I admired his drive and although I was unsure about my sales ability, I let his enthusiasm rub off on me and starting handing out the fliers.
I waded into the crowd passing out fliers left and right. Some people took the fliers, others refused them stating that they were Sea Org members (meaning they were trained by the Sea Org, so didn’t need to buy anything). This went on for a few minutes. Then I handed a flier to a girl who refused it, “We’re in the Sea Org!” she snapped. She was about my age. Looking at her I recognized her a Sea Org member who had a bit of a crush on me. I hadn’t recognized her without her uniform on. She was probably offended that I hadn’t recognized her right away.
Following this, before of handing out a flier, I asked if the person was in the Sea Org. Every single person said yes and I didn’t hand out a single flier. I took the fliers back to Dave. “Everyone here is in the Sea Org.” I reported. He took the fliers and put them back on the table. He seemed perplexed. We didn’t sell any packages that night.
I wondered how many public Scientologist there were in L.A. Was the Sea Org there in civilian clothes just to give the appearance of there being a lot of public support for Scientology? I didn’t know, but I wondered.
As the night went on David Miscaivage took the stage. He was top dog in Scientology. Chairman of the Board of the Religious Technology center. He stood on the stage in full dress uniform - which was similar to the dress blue uniform of a naval captain. His speaking was a bit robotic and unanimated. I have seen him since, and he was gotten much better at public speaking, but back then it was robotic. He spoke clearly, but without enthusiasm and staring straight ahead. His mannerisms seemed awkward and odd.
Odder still was what he talked about. On one occasion he mentioned a young student, a boy, who had completed his Key to Life course and Life Orientation course within hours. Everyone applauded. These were usually classes that took months, at least six months. It seemed surreal for someone to blaze through those courses at such a pace. Miscaivage held this boy out as an example of what we could aspire too. However, after that speech, I never heard anything about the boy again.
On a large screen we were shown up treading graphs of statistics for Scientology operations from all over the world - proof that Scientology was expanding. Some of those statistics were from the Western United States. I knew not all of our statistics were up trending, some of them were down trending. In fact, CLO had been put on rice and beans several times due to lack of performance - yet we were being held out here as being successful. Of course, Miscaivage was picking out the best statistics to show, but he wasn’t giving the full story.
The high light of the night was announced by Miscaivage as well, amid much fanfare. “The e-meter is now available in HCOB red!” “HCOB red” was a reference to the color of ink used by the Sea Org to print Hubbard’s Technical Bulletins called HCOBs. Essentially, he was saying that the e-meter, a piece of equipment critical in Scientology processing, was now available in red.
Everyone applauded and even I applauded but, mentally, this was a mini mind revolt for me. The Sea Org was supposed to be saving the planet, saving mankind and what was the big news for the night? The e-meter was now available in red! What was that? Why should anyone care? I’m sure it took some effort, but it was nothing to be announced amid fanfare. It would have been different if Miscaivage played it off as if it were no big deal, but he did just the opposite. Listening to him tell it, it was earth shattering, ground shaking! Big news!
I had no place for this “entheta” or negative thoughts about Scientology. I would keep my “theta” or positive thoughts on Scientology and I would dwell on those. I pushed the events of the night to hidden place in my mind and I gave it no further thought. I didn’t even reflect on how crowded it was getting in that hidden place in my mind.
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Yeah! 
What were they thinking????
keep writing and congrats on your 100th post! 
