Purple Rain
Crusader
Most here would have more than a passing familiarity with my rantings and ravings about Scientology. I have been out of the cult for twenty years now. But I did not always feel this way. Au contraire, mon frère!
So I have been going through reams of old papers while packing my old stuff for the move to America in... don't panic!... not much more than a week. Some of you might find these of interest, so I am posting them for your benefit.
So without more ado... ta da... meet Purple the Scientologist!!
Yes, I know this is very similar to the other picture I posted, but I had no idea I had this one! The beautiful girl from Miami org on the right is my twin from the Key to Life course at the International Training org in Los Angeles back in June, 1990.
Anyway, this story opens when I was leaving the cult back in 1993 right in the thick of my botched leaving staff "cycle". Since March I had been in Sydney attempting to "route out" - the Scientology term for what other people would achieve by writing a simple letter of resignation to their employer. The time taken to resign from a job is usually closer to minutes than hours, but I had been trying to leave mine for the last nine weeks - a nightmare which will be fully detailed a little later. But for now, here I am, back in Canberra - a "blown Sea Org member" - while my husband continues to labour in indentured servitude to the cult from 8:30am till 10:00pm five days a week, and 8:30am till 6:00pm on Saturdays and Sundays.
Not surprisingly, when one has firsthand experience of the contempt and disregard in which ordinary contracted staff "volunteers" are held, significant pressure began to be exerted on my then husband to either get me back on "post" (which would have been considered to be "handling" me) or sever all ties of communication between us (the now infamous "disconnection" policy - which is basically a glorified term for the practice of shunning).
I had originally returned home in time to spend Mother's Day 1993 which fell on Sunday, May 9, with my family, but it was so nice to be home again and so awful to be trapped doing "MEST work" in a "lower condition" at the Continental Liaison Office (CLO) in Sydney, that I could not bring myself to go back.
Less than two weeks later my husband became aware of this communication from the Executive Director, who was in charge of the whole organisation in Canberra, to the Organisation Executive Secretary, who was my husband's senior.
Next... Wherein My Husband Also Blows, and the Poor-Hard-Done-By Org Wonders Why
So I have been going through reams of old papers while packing my old stuff for the move to America in... don't panic!... not much more than a week. Some of you might find these of interest, so I am posting them for your benefit.
So without more ado... ta da... meet Purple the Scientologist!!
Yes, I know this is very similar to the other picture I posted, but I had no idea I had this one! The beautiful girl from Miami org on the right is my twin from the Key to Life course at the International Training org in Los Angeles back in June, 1990.
Anyway, this story opens when I was leaving the cult back in 1993 right in the thick of my botched leaving staff "cycle". Since March I had been in Sydney attempting to "route out" - the Scientology term for what other people would achieve by writing a simple letter of resignation to their employer. The time taken to resign from a job is usually closer to minutes than hours, but I had been trying to leave mine for the last nine weeks - a nightmare which will be fully detailed a little later. But for now, here I am, back in Canberra - a "blown Sea Org member" - while my husband continues to labour in indentured servitude to the cult from 8:30am till 10:00pm five days a week, and 8:30am till 6:00pm on Saturdays and Sundays.
Not surprisingly, when one has firsthand experience of the contempt and disregard in which ordinary contracted staff "volunteers" are held, significant pressure began to be exerted on my then husband to either get me back on "post" (which would have been considered to be "handling" me) or sever all ties of communication between us (the now infamous "disconnection" policy - which is basically a glorified term for the practice of shunning).
I had originally returned home in time to spend Mother's Day 1993 which fell on Sunday, May 9, with my family, but it was so nice to be home again and so awful to be trapped doing "MEST work" in a "lower condition" at the Continental Liaison Office (CLO) in Sydney, that I could not bring myself to go back.
Less than two weeks later my husband became aware of this communication from the Executive Director, who was in charge of the whole organisation in Canberra, to the Organisation Executive Secretary, who was my husband's senior.
OES -------------- | 21.5.93 |
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RE: CRS SUP (KTL) HE IS TO BE HANDLED TODAY OTHERWISE I WILL BYPASS + HANDLE. ONE OF THE REFERENCES YOU COULD USE TO HANDLE HIM IS HCO PL ETHICS + EXECUTIVES + HCO PLS STAFF MEMBER REPORTS, KNOWLEDGE REPORTS, LEAVING + LEAVES, SUPPRESSIVE ACTS SUPPRESSION OF SCIENTOLOGY + SCIENTOLOGISTS (PARTICULARLY POINT "FAILURE TO HANDLE OR DISAVOW AND DISCONNECT FROM A PERSON DEMONSTRABLY GUILTY OF SUPPRESSIVE ACTS.") ETHICS REVIEW, OFFENCES + PENALTIES THIS LACK OF CONFRONT ON THE CYCLE IS JUST TOO MUCH. HE FINDS OUT FROM HIS WIFE AND YOU MAKE HIM IF HE DOESN'T. ANY NON-COMPLIANCE WILL BE LOOKED AT FOR WHAT IT IS. [SIGNATURE] |
Next... Wherein My Husband Also Blows, and the Poor-Hard-Done-By Org Wonders Why
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