He was turned down as the lead in
The Shining after a test sample declared him "too terrifying".
Jeez, this thread was begun as a kind of sick joke, meant to accompany some other sexually oriented threads existing around the same time. It was probably a mistake. However, since it's started up again, and since The Shining has been mentioned, somehow it seems appropriate to post this...
The following is an excerpt from an affidavit, listed with other documents, by the Clearwater Council.
Unfortunately the link is no longer operational. Perhaps someone has mirrored this information, and can provide it.
The link was to the American-Buddha online library, which contained documents compiled by the Clearwater Council. At this writing, I know of no other location where this collection of documents/affidavits - including the Ann Bailey affidavit - can be located on the Net.
The affidavit excerpt is from a former Sea Org member named Ann Bailey.
The alleged event occurred at the Celebrity Center on the top floor or penthouse, shortly after Hubbard's arrival, back in the USA, in the mid 1970s. The event occurred soon after the 'New Vitality' lectures in Daytona Beach, Florida, and 30 years after the 'Babalon [sic] Working' ritual performed in Pasadena, California. The purpose of the Pasadena ritual was to produce a non-human child. Some believe this "child" is Scientology, which seems to have a "non-human" spirit of its own.
Was Hubbard marking the 30th anniversary of the "Babalon Working," and his completion of his mission to establish Scientology?
Was this one of Hubbard's private projects? Called, by Otto Roos, "weirdies"?
From the affidavit:
At the Manor, I was directed to the elevator and went to the seventh floor. The entire floor was elaborately furnished to the point of suffocation. A S.O. member appeared and showed me to a door that was party open.
I went into a very large living room with heavy curtains, pile carpet, overstuffed chairs, and clean to the point of obsession.
Sitting on one of the chairs, drinking what looked like sherry was a heavy set older man. He had reddish grey hair, slightly long in the back. he was wearing a white shirt, black pants, black tie, and black shoes, highly polished.
He didn't say a word and slowly got up, motioned me to follow him into the next room.
I didn't know if it was Hubbard and didn't know if I was to have either an auditing session or an interview. I followed him.
I found my self in a lavish bedroom...
There was a small table set up with an e-meter on it and again I thought about a session.
Without a word he suddenly began to undress me.
I was repelled by him.
I did not want to sleep with him. Yet, I felt really chilled and cold to the bone at that moment.
I acutely sensed real fear and danger in the room. In an instant I realized the calculated power coming from this person. If I resisted I knew that my punishment would be extreme.
His eyes were so blank, no emotion, no interaction, nothing was there.
I made the decision not to resist no matter what happened. I realized it would be a bad mistake for me to do so. He seemed to be completely divorced from reality. He was so strange that I realized that if I provoked him he could be extremely dangerous.
I let him undress me without resisting.
I was totally unprepared for what happened next.
He lay on top of me.
As far as I can tell he had no erection. However, using his hand in some way he managed to get his penis inside me.
Then for the next hour he did absolutely nothing at all. I mean nothing!
After the first twenty-five minutes I became about as frightened as I have ever been in my life. I felt as if in some perverse way he was telling me that he hated me as a female. I then began to feel that my mind was being ripped away from me by force.
That was the worst of it all. I really felt he coveted an aspect of my personality and he wanted it. This was weird, total control on a level I could not fathom at the time. I had no idea what was happening.
After half an hour I really thought I was going crazy. I couldn't move my body from underneath him, and I could feel he still had no erection.
He wouldn't look at me, but instead kept his head averted to the side and just gazed into space.
I had to discipline myself to keep from screaming because I felt I was having a nervous breakdown. Then I got the terrible thought that he was dead. He was hardly breathing. Then I thought he would kill me too. My thoughts became very morbid.
After an hour he got up and walked out.
I just lay there for ten minutes. Then mechanically I got dressed. Instantly after that I began crying hysterically. I cried and cried and cried....
I didn't say a word to anyone.