Personal attack! Banned! Jk ;-)
It's actually nice not to see every thread turned into Hubbard crap/Freakzone rallying, as a few members here are wont to do.
If you can't body-route at an ex forum, where do you go?
Last sentence, my bolding.
I have quite a few ideas of "where to go", none of which I will share publicly.
Now let's get back to the thread topic out of respect for Jack...
Behind the curtain: after the love-bombing has stopped in the glitzy shop-front there begins a series of thought-stopping mind-altering processes which are sold as vital to everything. Everything? Yeah, that's a big concept but it is how the fear is entwined to hold people to scientology.
Scientology is full of fear tactics disguised in pretty packages and words like "freedom". I had a powerful dream about all this a few months ago. It started out as a nightmare but because I've got my head around how this stuff works now, I was able to turn it into a dream, then wake myself up, calm and peaceful.
The dream had all these people I knew in it. They were smiling at me. I could tell they were false smiles. They wanted my soul. They wanted my mind. I sensed this. It was terrifying. Then one of my weaknesses entered the scene. I needed something so I could get out of the house and away from these soul-destroying people. No one would help me. They told me I was doomed, for eternity, because I didn't believe in what they "knew" was the only true way/path. They glared at me as if I was the scum on the scum at the bottom of the pond. True-believers (fanatics) have a particularly steely devaluing glare. I know it well. I used to have it myself.
A man said he needed my blood to test it so they could fix me. I could see the huge needle in my dream. I dislike needles so that was a bit terrifying. I stayed internally strong, alert, but unable to find an escape route let him put the needle in my arm to take blood. I knew that
nothing he did,
nothing he said, would ever hurt me. They could never get close to what they wanted from me. My heart, my soul, are now very protected from "vampires". That was when the nightmare converted into a dream. I knew I could go through anything and be okay. Then I got even stronger and consciously woke myself up. I was smiling when I woke up. I got out of bed, made a cup of tea, and did some writing. Fearless.
And though tired the next day from broken sleep - and writing in the middle of the night - I had one of the best days imaginable.
Powerful message(s) in my dream. I felt so liberated. So alive. So if someone says I act like a victim, seek sympathy, etc., I just smile. Peacefully. People are free to say whatever they like. I know where I've been. I know what it took to get truly free of the stuff I was conditioned with. It has been a deep wild journey.
