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The 'party' was over

Thanks folks, but my last post was about a two year "honeymoon period" that didn't last.

Things were trucking along fairly well, but out of the blue, we got a few orders from RTC, directly. We had previously gotten info type telexes, and/or blanket type study orders, but never orders specifically relating to our org.

Pete the HAS/HES (who’s shoulder I used to cry on frequently, and who could stand up to management), came to see me quite distraught with this bloody telex from RTC. I went and saw Marion the CO Folo about it. She was less than communicative with me, and just said that Pete would need to follow it. It wasn’t an answer as to what was going on, but she wasn’t going to give me one, and she clearly had bigger problems.

Then I discovered I had similar telexes. One of them was to take my PES off post, and put her through an Ethics/cramming program. Eeek – there appeared to be a new regime and it was getting slammed in hard! I was just ignoring the telexes and telling a couple of the staff to do the same. Marion was no longer being supportive, and Pete and I didn’t know what to do, except just hope it would go away.

It didn’t go away though. The SO guy that looked after telexes came down from CLO to see me, to get me to answer specific RTC telexes. I didn’t want to confront them. I couldn’t just answer them ‘cause I hadn’t complied, but doing “orders query of’s” would have taken time. Next thing Marion was telling me to answer the fucking telexes. So, I did the “orders query of’s”, and got the telexes taken upstairs to CLO. Next thing Marion came down to see me, and she suggested we go down the street for a coffee, so we did.

She told me that my telexes to RTC were not sent, and that they wouldn’t be. She said very slowly and deliberately “you DON’T query RTC, compliance is the only option”. I was stunned and like, wtf? With every origination I made to her in response, she just repeated the same thing, and wouldn’t give me any data. I asked her if that meant that RTC were now senior to LRH policy, did that mean we should just chuck KSW out the window etc, etc. She wouldn’t answer me and she wouldn’t talk with me. I could tell she knew much and was carrying a lot of weight on her shoulders, but at this time, I didn’t know what, exactly.

I got back to my office, packed up my stuff, told JD I wasn’t well, and that I was going home. I just left and took the RTC telexes with me.

I had several calls at home that night, demanding the telexes. In the end, a CLO crew member had driven out to my place to get them. I was still writing answers to the bloody things when he arrived (we used to just hand write our telexes, and the telex op would type them up for us). I just “PR’d”/bullshitted my way through them., and wrote what I thought they wanted to hear, and stuff that I thought I could get away with, at a pinch. It was a load of crock.

The next morning after muster, I told the guys (PES, HES and FBO) what had gone down. We didn’t really know what the scoop was, and we didn’t have a solution. There was still the pending order for the PES to be taken off post and put through ethics and cramming. This is embarrassing, but anyway....between us, we agreed to “pretend” that the PES was being handled. Eeek! That was the only solution I could come up with. We mocked up bullshit stories and compliance reports, for that and for other demands from RTC. I couldn’t comply to their orders, but nor could I get away with not complying, so I just pretended to comply, and got the other Execs of the org to do the same. Not good, but there ya go.

Soon after this, I got what I considered a very rude and ignorant telex from one of the RTC terminals, and i answered it with a bit of a knee jerk reaction. The CO Folo had stopped checking my telex responses, and it went through. My response wasn’t that bad (at least it wasn’t any worse than the one I had received in the first place and was responding to), but then an order came down to take me off post and get me sec checked.

I objected to being taken off post – the GI of the org had been great, the Paid Comps were ‘HE’s’ (highest evers) for years, and we had interns coming off as completions. It didn’t make sense. I argued to Marion that she should telex back, and say that she was cramming me on PR, on how to answer telexes, and/or on respect or something. But that was a no go.

I had gone off NOTS about a year prior to this, ‘cause it wasn’t going well for me, and I didn’t like it. It was grinding. I used my post and my schedule as a reason to be unsessionable, and somehow I got away with slipping under the radar on that one, despite the fact that I had ‘hours’, and that I was incomplete on OT5. Now that I was off post, requiring a sec check, two of my remaining intensives were used for that sec check.

I was back on post in a week, with a very different mindset. Looking back at it, this was a pivotal point for me – not only in regard to my time on staff, but also in regard to where I was at with upper management and RTC who were now obviously running the show. I felt like a fish out of water, and I really didn’t want to be there anymore.

The other Execs didn’t want to be there anymore either. Within a few months, Pete the HES/HAS took a leave of absence ‘cause his business was in need of his attention and he had financial problems. The FBO broke her contract and left staff after having her baby. Greg (Supra) also left due to business and financial problems. These were the three that came back on staff with me. The PES also took a leave of absence. So why the fuck did I stay? Fucked if I know!!! I had stopped FSMing in new public. I had lost any and all enthusiasm I had and I didn’t really care anymore. I had decided I was fighting a losing battle, but for whatever reason I stayed. I told my senior that I had had enough, and that if she could find another ED, that I’d be out of there. I had been there for two years at that time. I had another year to go on my contract, which I didn’t care if I broke or not. My free-loader bill would have been zilch, ‘cause I didn’t get any services that I hadn’t paid for myself.

I realized that I had wasted my efforts over the prior two years. What we had built up was being shat on big time. I didn't have the will or power to oppose it. The whole tone of the place changed, and everything became an effort. Any wins we had, didn't counter the crap. Getting new public started to become a struggle, the GI wasn't just rolling in anymore, and the number of students we had went on the decline. I was dealing with what was put in front of me, but I was no longer ‘creating’ anything, and I couldn't be bothered anymore.

An “eval” was done on the org (along with the other orgs in ANZO). I was briefed on the “eval”. The “why” for the org not making 5.4x the stats, from an arbitrary date 6 months prior was..... “The ED of the org was not wearing the hat of the ED, instead she was wearing the hat of an FSM and that of a C/S in the academy, with other fish to fry”. Straight after this eval, I was being comm-ev’d for stuff like in-subordination and non-compliance, through to impersonating a scn executive staff member and using scn harmfully.

A few months down the track, Phyll Stevens arrived back in ANZO as CO ANZO. This wasn’t good. I remembered our conflict in the early eighties, and so did she. Straight off the bat, she asked to see the addendum to my contract. I handed it to her. She read it, and literally ripped it up in front of me. I told her that she didn't have the right to do that, and that I had a copy of it. She looked at me, for some seconds, said nothing, scowled and walked off. I got the message from her loud and clear, and knew I'd be pretty fucked from then on. Phyll wasn’t someone to counter, and I didn’t have the inclination to even try after that. She scared me in the early ‘80’s, and she scared me even more at this time, ‘cause it was going to be even harder for me to “hide” and stay out of her way with the post of ED. I somehow just had to bide my time. I made it clear that I was leaving, and I tried to be invisible as much as possible, but sometimes I didn't do a very good job of that, and the face-rips were just horrid.

I had already "given up" really, before Phyll arrived back in ANZO. But, under Phyll, the by-pass of the org, into every div, despite "up statistics" in many cases, was constant, and something I no longer tried to tackle.

In the end, I was putting up with it all, and just shutting up where and when I could. Every now and then, I had an objection, but mostly, I didn't really care anymore. Elaine Allan, a replacement for me, was up-lines being hatted up to take over Syd Day on garrison mission. I was relieved when she arrived, I was finished up there and “free at last”, but I sure as hell wasn’t happy - I felt squashed and like I'd just wasted three years of my life.
 
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Mind-boggling!

The stupidity and mean-spiritedness you describe here, coupled with my own experiences of the same shit - and that of so many others...:confused2: DM and his minions defy description. I really do not know what to say. :no:

'Cept that I love U! :yes:

EP
 
The last time I was offloaded I felt very much the same way. I was used up and defeated even though I had gotten production into new ranges across the boards. I was so beat up by being micro managed from a distance that I didn't bother to query the cycle. I just pack up my belongings and left.

I dunno about you, but for me at that point I felt strangely relieved but mad as hell. I knew the black PR campaign on me was coming and my good work would be attributed to others efforts.
 
The last time I was offloaded I felt very much the same way. I was used up and defeated even though I had gotten production into new ranges across the boards. I was so beat up by being micro managed from a distance that I didn't bother to query the cycle. I just pack up my belongings and left.

I dunno about you, but for me at that point I felt strangely relieved but mad as hell. I knew the black PR campaign on me was coming and my good work would be attributed to others efforts.

"Used up and defeated" is a good way to describe it, GT. I felt "stangely relieved" too, but 'sad' as hell as opposed to mad - I kinda didn't have any fight left in me to be mad.

One of my brothers rang me the afternoon I left staff, and said "are you out?" He was over the moon, and so was Tim my hubby. That night they were in party mode, and it was drinks all round for a few folks who came over to celebrate me getting off staff. I wasn't in a celebratory mood at all. I had to withold my grief - I was griefy not from relief, but from the loss of it all.

Like you, when I left, the GDS's were in a whole new range accross the board. They weren't as good as what they were a year prior, but compared to three years before when I took over the place, they were five to ten times what they were. And the org was back in the black, as opposed to in the red, yet I was already being sneered at and looked down upon by the SO mgt guys for killing and crashing the org. Somehow the CO Tours was getting any and all credit for the financial state of the org, and for the numbers of people on the purif and in the academy. Bizarre, but even more bizarre considering she I detested the sight of eachother, and she had absolutely nothing to do with my org, staff or public.

As you are obviously aware, it's quite disturbing being treated and regarded as a piece of shit, by those who ya worked with, and knew ya weren't. Memories got so conveniently altered to fit the current 'branding', and that was something that I could never understand or accept.
 
The bottom line is that the Sea Org is a suppressive group. They have totally failed at 1) Ensuring the confidentiality of the tech;
2) Preserving the tech;
3) Delivering the tech;
4) Protecting upstats;
5) Managing and building orgs;
etc.

It is time to treat them for what they are.
 
As you are obviously aware, it's quite disturbing being treated and regarded as a piece of shit, by those who ya worked with, and knew ya weren't. Memories got so conveniently altered to fit the current 'branding', and that was something that I could never understand or accept.

Yes indeed. It was the final kick in the pants for me to leave, understanding this. No friendship or family connection could ever be trusted, ever, if that person was still subject to having their loyalty and integrity swayed by a hidden agenda that did not recognise the individual.

ps What happened to Marion in the end?
 
Thanks for putting this up, Carmel.:clap:

It's horrifyingly familiar to me as I was Fdn at this time watching what was happening but only seeing some of the story.:omg:

It just shows how rabid-dog-insane many of the "management" really are in the cult - with or without Lil Nap they'll manage to turn any expansion into contraction of the organization because it's all they can do - they can't make things grow.:confused2:

Scientology kills those who would help it grow and fosters those who would kill it.
 
Carmel thank you for your story. I trust that you're stronger for having survived it. Your pointing out the attempts by SO Mgmt and RTC to micro manage reminded me of the old saying: "if it ain't broke don't fix it." Perhaps SO Mgmt has a corollary version: "if it ain't broke, break it.":D
 
Carmel, the BS you are documenting here is just so typical of Scn orgs it makes me want to tear my hair out. Why "management" insists on charging in and crashing every successful area on the planet is totally beyond my comprehension.

I used to think it was just an anomaly, a one off independent action of some jerk who didn't understand the first thing about policy or the purpose of an org. Often the severe ethics actions appeared to be personal vendettas. Perhaps they were but they were too frequent and on too many people in too many places to be just personal. Did you ever get the screaming response when you presented your upstat graphs in defense "Those stats have nothing to do with you!!!!" :lol: That story changes like quicksilver if they take a dip, though!

Did you ever find out what was behind Marion Whitta's insistence that you not respond with a per policy orders query of or JE chit to RTC? Marion knows better. She was trained on the OEC/FEBC at Flag at a time when it was a shining example of an on policy, booming, easy to work in org. And way before RTC was ever dreamed up. She must have had some major crap on her lines to go so wildly off policy.

Never mind, Carmel. It's all behind you now, and you're back with your old (and new) friends. One thing I recall from a tape, and have seen in life, is that people bond and become true friends when they go through some intense experience together. That seems to be happening with the ex- Scientologists.
 
Thanks for putting this up, Carmel.:clap:

It's horrifyingly familiar to me as I was Fdn at this time watching what was happening but only seeing some of the story.:omg:

It just shows how rabid-dog-insane many of the "management" really are in the cult - with or without Lil Nap they'll manage to turn any expansion into contraction of the organization because it's all they can do - they can't make things grow.:confused2:

Scientology kills those who would help it grow and fosters those who would kill it.

Yeah, Scoots.

As you know, the ED Fdn and I had to liase/co-ordinate on much, but you may not have seen what effect the CO Tours was having on the way Rosey and her Execs ran Fdn (but maybe ya did).

When Rosey and I had one on one time, she agreed with me, and agreed to back me up. It was a different story though at every ANZO Exec meeting if the CO Tours was there, because the CO Tours had 'leverage' (GI cycles) over Rosey and would use it. Rosey NEVER counted ANYTHING that Sue Mc said and always supported her when it came to the crunch, and on various whacko schemes . CO Tours wasn't Rosey's senior (Marion was), but somehow Marion let that be.

With the CO Tours doing her thing, it was very political between the delivery and mgt orgs in Sydney at the time - the amount of mutual back scratching that went on, with no regard for the adverse effect it would cause on staff, crew, and public, was extreme. For example, I saw that many a time Syd F's staff pay allocation was just spent or dipped into big time, if and when the CO tours had one of her scams going on and 'needed' funding.

Hey, I'm looking forward to hearing what was cooking on Fdn at this time from your perspective, when you get to that part of your story. :) Funny how we haven't gotten to have a gas about all this to date - we're probably getting toward the point now where we could and could laugh about it, instead of cry about it, so it might be a good thing to do one day. :coolwink:
 
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Did you ever get the screaming response when you presented your upstat graphs in defense "Those stats have nothing to do with you!!!!" :lol: That story changes like quicksilver if they take a dip, though!
Yea, I saw three several SO mgt crew run that BS. One in particular (who was just a nasty piece of work), would scream at her juniors and 'force' them to do stuff they didn't want to do (because it was wrong, or risky or whatever). Then, if somehow the cycle came off, SHE would take the accolades for it. If it didn't come off though, she would 'blame' them and they'd end up in ethics, on sec checking, comm-ev'd, or RPF'd (which I saw happen on two occasions). When I was consulting and FSMing in the field, I always used to wonder how this bird got away with the crap she did - then when I went on post as ED, I found out how she did.

Did you ever find out what was behind Marion Whitta's insistence that you not respond with a per policy orders query of or JE chit to RTC? Marion knows better. She was trained on the OEC/FEBC at Flag at a time when it was a shining example of an on policy, booming, easy to work in org. And way before RTC was ever dreamed up. She must have had some major crap on her lines to go so wildly off policy.
Marion didn't turn nasty or anything, and yes she knew it was wrong. I don't think she had a choice. She looked 'hunted', she was sad, she had no support, and no doubt if she didn't comply, she would have been RPF'd.

FTS, I don't know what ended up happening to Marion. I had heard at one point that she was sent on garrison mission to Adelaide or somewhere, but I didn't get to confirm whether or not that was true. Crikey, I'd really like to talk to her now. If she ever needed shelter, she would certainly be welcome here.

Never mind, Carmel. It's all behind you now, and you're back with your old (and new) friends. One thing I recall from a tape, and have seen in life, is that people bond and become true friends when they go through some intense experience together. That seems to be happening with the ex- Scientologists.
Yes, it's all good now in that regard - some old friends back, and lots of new friends! :happydance: I'm just chugging away at cleaning out the garbage! :)
 
FTS, I don't know what ended up happening to Marion. I had heard at one point that she was sent on garrison mission to Adelaide or somewhere, but I didn't get to confirm whether or not that was true. Crikey, I'd really like to talk to her now. If she ever needed shelter, she would certainly be welcome here.

I'd love to talk to her again too. Even in the early days when I knew her, she was subjected to great pressure. Like your story, and that of other execs, so much happened it's hard to describe, or even believe you survived when you look back on it. :grouch:
 
I typed up a three page addendum to the contract. I can’t now recall all that it included, but it included stuff like the following:

- That as a mother, I wouldn’t be required to neglect my responsibilities as a mother because of my post in the org.

- That I could and would take time off from post, if and when I was required somewhere else, because of my kids.

- That because I had a family, I wouldn’t be required to work over and above usual “Day” hours (8.30am – 5.30pm with an hour for lunch).

- That I would be granted “leave” to go on vacation, once a year.

- That my after hours activities (like mixing with non-scios, and my consulting) wouldn’t be restricted or prevented because of my position with the CofS.

- That the org would be under my control, and that I wouldn’t be by-passed by management terminals, unless the GDSes were down-trending for 6 weeks or more .

- That any and all telexes to my staff would have to go via me.

- That my staff wouldn’t be subjected to any ethics or justice actions without my approval

- That I would have control of FP, given that I followed policy.

- That “Proportionate Marketing” HCOPL was something I’d be allowed to implement, in regard to FP and excessive financial expenses promoting to a very large and dead CF.

- That I could off-load whatever staff I wanted, and would not be product officered on “Recruitment in Excess”.

- That I wouldn’t be product officered on weekly stats, but be given breathing space to operate on six week and three monthly trends.

- That I wouldn’t be product officered on WDAH’s at all, but was happy to be answerable to the number of course completions.

Nothin' to be ashamed of, love.
 
Setting the record straight

Over the last month or so, I've been queried in regard to some crap/slander about me that has supposedly been 'spread around' the ANZO field, by word of mouth. The 'stories' given are partly true, but mostly contain falsehoods/lies, along with some data only obtainable from my pc folder. Reportedly, I’ve posted the alleged version of events on the internet, which I haven’t, because the alleged version of events (twisted pc folder data) didn’t happen.

I alluded to this part of my pre scn history in my third post on this thread, but at the time I posted that, I didn't feel inclined to give details, and at the time, I didn't think it was applicable to give more info about it than what I did. Given the circumstances now though, I’m going to fill in the gaps on that part of my life and tell it how it actually was. I'm not wanting 'feedback', I'm just wanting to set the record straight and rid myself of the 'niggle' which a particular "smear campaign" has created.

Mid ’78 (at 19) I went to Melbourne, got a room in a house with some university students, and got a job as barmaid in the heart of the city. My partner was working in Papua New Guinea as a pilot. He was working for the domestic airline over there, getting his flying hours up in order to qualify as a pilot for one of the larger commercial airlines in NZ or Aussie. It wasn’t good being apart, but I wasn’t permitted to work in PNG, and there was nothing for me to do there.

I had been pretty independent from a young age, I was used to looking after myself (and others), and I was enjoying the freedom of being able to go where I wanted and do what I wanted when I wanted to. I had hitched a lot around NZ before I came to Aussie, and when I got here, I hitched around the Eastern States getting casual work when I needed to, to keep me going.

I had only been in Melbourne for a couple of months. Although I'd been in Aussie a couple of years, it was my first time working in a “big” city. With the hussle and bussle of the transport system, the crowds, the city itself, and all the Middle Easterners and Eastern Europeans around the place, it was a major culture shock for me, but I was happy to be having the experience of the ‘Melbourne city scene’.

I’d usually catch the tram to work in the day time, but I’d normally hitch home at night, because I didn’t like waiting for a tram and because I always felt nervous and intimidated on the tram at nights - It was usually full of ‘foreign’ men, speaking a foreign language, who seemed to regard me with disdain. (I didn't find out why this was till years later – I was a Caucasian female and my neck was ‘exposed’ ). I was very naive at the time, and it didn’t enter my mind that I’d ever get in real trouble from hitching a ride. I’d been hitching since I was a very young teenager, and I had only ever had one or two mildly uncomfortable encounters - Looking at it since though, clearly catching a tram would have been 'safer' than hitching.

One night at work, I was serving these three guys who I had served there before. One of the other barmaids (who wasn’t one of my favourites) asked me why I was being so friendly to those "Moroccan bastards". I had no idea what she was talking about. I asked her what she meant. She said that to them I was an "Infidel" and that I should watch my back. I still didn’t know what she was talking about, and I wasn’t friendly enough with her to push the point any further. (If I had, I would have discovered 'how' many of the Middle Eastern males in Aussie regarded/regard Western Caucasian women). One of the three guys in particular, I 'knew', or was at least familiar with, and I didn't understand the significance of what the other barmaid was trying to tell me.

When my shift ended, I went to the tram stop. There wasn't much traffic, but I stuck my thumb out when a couple of cars came by. Then these three who I had served in the hotel came by, and the one I ‘knew’ (I’ll call him Bill)) asked me if I wanted a lift home. I lived in Parkville, near Carlton which is where I thought Bill lived, so I thought “great” and took them up on the offer. Next thing, we turned off the main drag and were on another main drag heading out of town in an opposite direction. Bill told me that he just had to pick up some money from St Kilda. I was annoyed (I wanted to go home to bed), but I believed him. When we got to the house at St Kilda, they all got out of the car and urged me to go into the house rather than wait in the car. They said to come in and say hello. So, I got out of the car, waited with the driver while he locked up the car and got to the front door of the house which was open by this stage. Once I got into the house and the front door was deadlocked with a key from the inside, I discovered that there was no-one there but us. They started laughing at me, and it was only then that the penny dropped.

They did what they did with me for about 5 hours. They treated me like an electric toy or something, not a human being or person with feelings. They seemed to 'get off' on my reactions, and laughed between themselves about those reactions, as if I wasn't even there or as if I was a nonentity. At first I fought back, but then I submitted. After I totally summitted, and consciously avoided showing any emotional reaction, they seemed to get bored with me, and started carrying on with each other. At one point, I snuck out of the room we were in and made a bee line for the back door, but it was padlocked. That was a mistake, because then they got interested in me again. I was scared again, and they laughed and took great joy out of that.

They were snorting coke all night, and didn’t go to sleep (which is what I was hoping for - I was planning on getting out a window or something). They had given up on using me (and eachother) for an hour or so, and were playing some dice game. The sun had come up. Fairly calmly, I said to Bill that I had to get going cause I had to go to work. With a smirk on his face, he said “go”. I said that that the door was deadlocked. He threw me the keys.

I put on my clothes, grabbed my handbag and after what seemed liked an age, I finally got the front door opened and walked out. I was on the footpath and didn't know which way to turn. For whatever reason, it was like I was glued to the footpath for a while. Before I walked across the road to get a cab, I wrote the street number of the house on my hand. The house was on on a main drag, there was a lot of traffic, and I hailed a cab. The cabbie was really nice. I remember telling him that I wanted to go home, but he took me to the medical emergency department. I got stitched up and cleaned up there, and was advised to go and report the incident to the police.

After I left the hospital, I went to the police station. The coppa I saw seemed disinterested, and I felt intimidated by him. I had the medical report from the hospital, and he could see that I was beaten, but he wasn’t interested. He asked me what I expected, hopping in the car with three wogs (aussie term for Eastern Europeans and/or Middle Easterners). I walked away from that cop station feeling as guilty as sin and like a piece of shit. - This would not happen in Aussie now. "Rape victims" get all sorts of assistance, support, and are listened to, but it wasn't like that, back then.

It was afternoon by the time I had gotten to my place of work and I went and saw the hotel manager (my boss). He said little, except that I should go home, get some sleep, and call him when I was ready to come back to work. At the time I thought he was angry with me, but later I realised he was angry at them. When I did get back to work (a couple of days later), he asked me for the details of what went down and where the house was. He took me to the police station where I had been (despite my resistance to going back there) where a different coppa explained to us both that I didn’t have a leg to stand on (because I was hitching, I had accepted a lift with three wogs, and I went into the house with them). This coppa was nicer than the one I first saw, but he said that there was no case. My boss and the coppa argued, but it went nowhere, and we went back to the hotel to work. My boss never mentioned it again, and nor did anyone at work (except for another barmaid who I had gotten pretty friendly with).

After this happened, my partner in PNG convinced me to go and join him over there. I left Melbourne and went to PNG about a month after the incident, but I kept in close contact with the friend who I had worked with at the hotel. Some time later, she told me that "Bill" had been whacked, and asked me whether or not I knew about that, or was involved in that. I was dumbfounded that she thought that I could have been. I didn’t know the first thing about getting anyone whacked, and at the time, I wasn’t even aware that it was something that happened in Melbourne. She intimated to me that someone had "organised it" on my behalf. She also told me about a lot of underworld activity that was going on under our noses at the hotel we worked at, that I was oblivious to at the time.

I had no idea about any of this when I worked there. Nor did I have anything to do with "Bill" getting whacked – It’s something which I wouldn’t have even thought of, let alone condoned. Back then I did feel guilty about it all, and I was still feeling somewhat guilty about it when it came up in auditing. HOWEVER that guilt was not based on any transgression of my own - it was just a 'natural' emotional response, given the 'mistakes' I made, and given that subsequently I had realised how naive, blinkered, and stupid that I was at the time. I had no idea nor any involvement with the underworld activity at the hotel I worked at, nor any idea that Bill could have been or was whacked for what he and his mates had done to me in the house at St Kilda. To this day, I still don't know the full story.

So that’s the scoop on what actually went down in the spring of '78, in regard to this 'scenario' which has been somewhat bandied about of late. The version of events I've given here, is the same as what could or would have been found in my pc folder, before being 'tampered' with.

I’ll fill you in on what actually occurred in ’79, in my next post.
 
I am unashamedly crying. Carmel...what can I say...

You stand above the crowd, you shine in your honesty, your strength.

OSA - you are a f***ing pathetic excuse for something utterly worthless!

I can't say much right now for fear of saying something I might regret. :angry:

Carmel I send you great love.
 
Good god Carmel, you sure have been through some tough stuff in your life. Noone deserves to have gone through all that, and then have the Church treat you like rubbish too. That just breaks my heart.

I hope to meet you someday, you are quite an inspiration.

Im glad Bill got whacked. (I know, Im evil, dont care.)
 
I am unashamedly crying. Carmel...what can I say...

You stand above the crowd, you shine in your honesty, your strength.

OSA - you are a f***ing pathetic excuse for something utterly worthless!

I can't say much right now for fear of saying something I might regret. :angry:

Carmel I send you great love.

^^^^^THIS^^^^^^

And I'm glad Bill got whacked, too.

The world has made some progress in it's handling of rape victims since the 70's. Too bad Church of Scientology is in a time warp.

Goodonya, Carmel, for standing up to these OSA creeps. You've just strengthened my resolve to see this pathetic excuse for a church dead and buried.
 
Hey Carmel,

That was very brave of you. I'm so sorry you were forced to tell this to correct OSA manufactured slander that was culled then twisted from your PC folder.

I know a lot of the folks OSA has spread this data to are now watching this thread, in fact by telling lies like that is how OSA convinced Scooter to leave the cult.:thumbsup:

I'll just say this to any of you sitting on the fence; think very long and hard before you put yourself in a position to confess your most humiliating moments to the CofS, for when the day comes that you see the truth of the scam that data will be used, if not to buy your silence, then surely to discredit you for exposing them.

A story so foul will be manufactured and told of those moments that you will truly be sorry that you ever trusted them with your secrets.
 
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Thanks for posting this, Carmel.

You're a brave and gutsy girl and I thank you for putting the truth there.

As far as OSA using confidential session data to smear your character; forget about it, it's only going to bite them in the ass in the end.

Anyone they tell their tall tales too is eventually going to start wondering about the confidentiality of their own session data and, in any event, who's really going to listen to a pack of lying curs like the OSA/CofS Black PR Squad?

OSA, get a conscience for Christ's sake and, until you do, f@@k you and the horse you rode in on!
 
:bighug: Carmel and :thumbsup: for posting what you did.

OSA - there just isn't the right smilie here to describe what I'm thinking now.

I just think you are lower than single-cell organisms on the food chain - yes, I'm putting it mildly.
 
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