The Church - a short story set in the near future

Mary

Patron with Honors
ARCoss

I couldn’t believe it, I had finally arrived. I’m actually here I thought, as I walked in awe through the winding path of gardens. There were cascading waterfalls among lots of rich green plants, the air smelled fresh and there was a slight cool breeze. Green fronds and hanging plants draped themselves over real wooden beams and statues. The view that everyone wanted to see was just ahead. The Majestic window that was shown on all the advertising, all the leaflets and posters. It was almost the symbol of ARCoss, the fully exterior view on the planet Earth below.

ARCoss was the acronym for the Advanced Religious Courses Orbital Space Station. In order to achieve the full benefits of the upper levels of spiritual training one had to be physically exterior to the Earth. At an enormous cost of billions of dollars in donations, it took over 15 years to build and outfit. Something on the order of 10,000 people, scientists, engineers, software developers, construction experts and other specialists had been working around the clock, nearly all of the them donating their time free of charge. All the components and raw materials had been shipped up to the initial module around which the orbital space station ARCoss was built. It was the largest and most luxurious orbital station ever constructed and plans were already underway to build yet another wing to the station, increasing its size by another 20%.

A friend of mine once time explained to me that the Windows in each wing had been incorporated as a major part of the design. It would be have been almost impossible to make a window of this size and strength out of ordinary materials. These windows were actually made of plasma held in place by powerful magnetic fields (just like the stuff in stars but cooler). If a big rock where to hit the station, there might be some damage to the hull exterior, but if it hit a window, it would simply be deflected, the magnetic fields would actually make anything that hit it bounce off with no damage at all. The technology for these was developed by the Founder before he died. Of course, this technology was so far ahead of it’s time that the Founder, in his wisdom, kept the data secret. The Church management released it when the time was right.

I approached cautiously as the effect was somewhat dizzying at first. This window was some 50 feet high by 50 feet across. Three floors had been built to overlook it. I was standing on the middle floor with a gap of about 30 feet between the floor and the window so I also could see down into the lobby area below.

I grabbed the hand rail as I looked out at a brilliant starfield on a deeply black sky. I looked down beneath my feet and I saw the blue planet in all it’s splendor. I could make out the southern continent of Africa, the swirling masses of clouds in the south pacific and the gleaming white and frozen continent of Antarctica. I stood there gasping at the beauty of it all. I found many of the familiar constellations that now contained vastly more numbers of steadily shining stars than I had never seen before. I watched the Earth as we passed over it’s continents and oceans. So much water, so blue, a living jewel in a black cold desert, I was lost in thought for a long time.

“Suzie... Suzie! ...Suzie Peach!” A young girl was shaking my shoulder. She looked about 14 years old and was dressed in what looked remarkably like an airline hostess uniform. She was carrying a clipboard and pen with a plastic end that had been horribly chewed up. I was startled out of my reverie and answered. “Um, yes, that’s me.”

“We’ve been looking for you for ages. Come on, come on. Let’s go. We got to get you started!” She said cheerfully.

“But I’ve only just arrived, I haven’t found my room or had a chance to get my bearings. I’ve been on route here traveling for almost 20 hours. I’m really tired and hungry.”

“OK. We’ll get you routed to the registrar, get you signed in, then you can eat and sleep while you are waiting for your free preliminary interview.” “How long will it take you get enough sleep and something to eat? She said.

“Er, I...” I hadn’t even seen that my suitcase had arrived with me, let alone seen my accommodation yet, but she didn’t give me a chance to answer.

“Seven hours should be enough. I’ll book you in for 6.30pm this evening.” She said matter of factly and noted something down on her clipboard. I thought her maths was somewhat suspect as it was now 12.00 noon station time. Also I understood that everyone broke for dinner from 6.30pm to 8.00pm. But I knew better than to argue.

“Let’s go. Fill out your name and address on the way.” She handed me a wad of papers stapled at the corner entitled ‘Public Routing in Form 0’. I had done lots of these forms before. You visit a whole pile of different individuals in different departments of the Church who ask you questions and check various things and have you sign and initial dozens of legal disclaimers etc before you can start on the actual auditing step.

Auditing is a special type of counselling developed to help an individual achieve higher states of being. Each step of the form must be attested to and signed by both the person you are visiting and yourself before going on to the next step. I looked through the form and noted that there were 35 different steps before getting to the auditing section of the form.

I finally managed to find my suitcase and got it delivered to my room. I ignored the 6.30pm appointment that had been made for me and got some much needed sleep.

I was told that the gravity in my room was a very close to 1g. Because the whole station was spinning, the end wings, where all the course rooms and auditing sections were, had a full 1g. The staff accommodations and non-public offices were not at the ends so that they felt progressively less than 1g force up to zero gravity in the central modules. The Church had made strong statements about the lies put out by the medical profession regarding bone and muscle loss for staff working in low gravity conditions. I remembered one time hearing a remark made by a member of staff:

“Yeah, right! The medical profession just say that because they want us to get their medical insurance at a huge cost and benefit to them. We don’t need no medical insurance ‘cause we don’t get sick!”


After I showered and put on some clean clothes I ventured off to find something to eat. There were three different restaurants. All came highly recommended as the finest cuisine in orbit. None had any price lists, so I chose the one with a buffet that didn’t look as expensive as the other two.

The food was good quality but utterly bland and tasteless with astronomical prices. I met up with an old friend, Charlie. I had known him years ago in the London Offices when we were both doing our preparatory auditing set ups. We did have great fun re-counting old memories and anecdotes of the times.

Charlie had in those days been the owner of a rather successful business doing interior painting and decorating. He had made quite a bit of money also from buying old properties and fixing them up for rent or sale. Back then he was married with four children.

Later he began telling me about the circumstances which led him to come to ARCoss to get the ARCoss Special Case Cracking Rundown.

“You remember my wife Jan?” asked Charlie.

“Oh yes, of course I remember her.” I answered.

Well, she used to help out at the Public Dept in London and her senior there had been giving her a lot of mentoring and advice. He was also her auditor. He was the one who had been trying to convince her to join the Sea Org.” Said Charlie

The Sea Org is an organisation of very devote parishioners that signs up to live and work for the church. The contract is for one billion years. The Sea Org get all their food and housing for free and they don’t have to pay for their training or auditing.

“She had at first kept saying that she couldn’t because she had children and she knew that I wouldn’t join. But he and another recruiter kept on talking to her, coming to our house many times, often late at night and staying up talking to her for hours and hours. Telling her about the terrible state of the beings on this planet and her how important the work was and that she was very needed. They also spent quite a bit of time trying to persuade me, but I wasn’t ready for such a commitment.

They had worked hard to persuade the children to join, telling them they wouldn’t have to go through the ordeal of college and they would have a guaranteed career for life. They were now all over the age of 12, so they were allowed to go into the Cadet Org until they were 16 and could then join the Sea Org.

One day Jan came home really late and announced that she was joining the Sea Org. She had already signed the billion year contract for her and all four of the kids. I was stunned. I must admit it was a real shock and for some silly reason I went into abject grief. I tried to be happy for her and the kids because she had come up to a greater state of awareness. One that I someday hope to achieve. I do understand the urgency of the Church because of the terrible spiritual condition people are in and that this purpose is much more important than my individual needs and I wasn’t about to stand in their way.” Said Charlie.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I haven’t yet reached that state where I can be above it all and truly come to that realisation.” I said.

“But things didn’t turn out quite as expected. After two years Jan had built up so many overts and withholds that she wanted to leave.” Said Charlie.

Overts and withholds are Church terms meaning doing bad things and not confessing them and then later saying bad things called ‘natter’ about the people you did these things to and then wanting to leave the area.

“She asked to be put on the standard ‘Leaving Routing Form’ but didn’t complete it. The Sea Org staff there really tried to help her. She had been on the form for nine months with many, many hours of auditing to try and get her to disclose all her overts and withholds. But in the end, she let everybody down. One night, she and the two youngest, cut through the perimeter fence (with pliers that she stole from the Church) and sneaked through the undergrowth so that the cameras couldn’t see them and walked 2 miles through the woods before getting onto the main road and on to the nearest town. They got on a train and headed down to Cornwall where she has a sister. The other two kids are still in the Sea Org. The Church declared her a Suppressive Person.”

The Church term “Suppressive Person” means an evil being, a psychotic who wishes only to harm and destroy others usually by covert and hidden means.

“I had to divorce her and couldn’t speak with my two youngest children while they were under the care of my ex-wife. And the two older children that are still in the Sea Org cannot speak with her or their sisters.

Jan is now posting a whole pile of natter on the web about how badly treated they were, how the children lived in squalid conditions, under-fed and had no schooling. She said really silly things like they had to work 18 hours shifts sometimes and no family time at all for months on end. She said there was hardly ever any pay and no training or auditing at all except for the overts and withholds auditing that you had to have if you wanted to leave, and those she had to pay for herself.

Actually, I paid for all that auditing she had. Of, course it wouldn’t do her any good at all, everyone knows that a suppression person can’t make any gains in auditing. Makes my blood boil to think about it. While Jan was still on the Leaving Routing Form she telephoned me many times, saying she needed money to pay for yet more auditing hours for her and the children. I had gone almost to the point of going bankrupt trying to help her and the kids out.

After the suppressive declare on Jan, I was in grief with whole thing and had to have dozens of hours of auditing myself because one of the youngest called me on two occasions. She cried and cried and begged me to visit. But it’s really hard trying to explain to my twelve year old daughter that her mother is an evil being and that as long as she was connected to her mother and did not report back to the Sea Org, do her amends for all the damage that she had caused, she must not try to call me again.

I knew that my two youngest were under the evil influence of my ex-wife and that it would make me ill and I could lose my auditing gains if I spoke with either of my two children that were still connected to her. And it’s true, I did lose my gains and I did get sick. I almost lost my faith in the Church and almost gave in to my daughter’s request to see her again. Luckily for me, I was saved by my auditor who I confessed to that I’d had a call from my daughter. He was kind enough to send me to the Ethics Officer who showed me many references about how suppressive persons are so very clever at disguising their true nature and intentions and that anyone connected to one is going to be very confused and upset.

I had to change all my contact addresses and phone numbers for business and home so that my daughters and my ex-wife could not find me.” said Charlie, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Wow! I knew Jan from years ago, she was a good friend and I really liked her. Just goes to show that you can never tell if somebody is actually a suppressive person. She seemed so normal and so nice and caring, such a fun person with so much energy and drive. Amazing that you (and me too) could have been fooled. She put on an incredible act. These suppressives are so expert at hiding their true nature.” I said.

“Yeah, in all the years that I was married to Jan I never guessed. Amazing to think that I actually believed that she loved me and the kids and really wanted to help the Church and mankind. Boy, I’d better do my courses again and more thoroughly this time, so that I can spot a suppressive next time I get involved with one.” said Charlie.


It took me two days to get through the Public Routing Form 0. I was told that they had made these forms much faster to get through – it was true, last time I did one (down on the planet) it took me about four days. During the Routing Form I visited several departments and bought the latest version of the some of the basic books and I made a donation to help fund the new planned wing of ARCoss. Three members the staff gave me a private briefing about it for all of four hours. Even though I’d spent every last penny I had on the auditing and accommodations for this trip, they convinced me about the very special importance of my contribution to mankind. I took out another loan on the equity in my house (not that there is any equity left in it) but the staff were really amazing in helping with this. They seemed to know everything about how to do all this finance stuff and they told me exactly what say and how to convince the bank to lend money. If I hadn’t had their help I’m sure that the bank would have told me to get lost, as my credit rating is shot to bits.

I was now ready to see the Ethics Officer. It was this department’s job to ensure that only those with sincere intentions and of good ethical character were allowed to have training and auditing. They also checked that you had done enough participation and contribution to the Church to qualify for acceptance on the course.

“I see there are a couple of items in your file that we need to handle Suzie.” Said Liz who was my assigned Ethics Officer.

“Oh my goodness! What are they?” I said.

“This is a report from a staff member saying that you left a briefing for the Super Power Building Renovation Fund before the end, thereby missing the most important part of the briefing whereby the registrars give each person individual enlightenment.” Said Liz.

(I did hear the part about the super importance and urgency of funding the Super Power building. As I understand it, it’s a massive structure, now a full two city blocks in size, and still being expanded and newly renovated throughout. A major work of construction taking more time and effort to build and furnish than the ARCoss. I’m told it’s still not big enough for the massive demand they are expecting. It is being prepared in readiness for when the awareness level of the public has advanced enough to cope with the major social and economic changes that will take place with the release of the New Platinum Age Super Power Rundowns. The NPASP Rundowns are said to be so powerful that just a few completions will bring in hundreds of new public and those hundreds will bring in thousands. In a few short years we will have the entire planet under our control.)

“Oh yes. I remember. I feel awful about leaving early. It was after midnight and I was so tired and I also knew that I had to be up at 5am the next day for work and I’d been late twice already that week. That’s my second job that I do to earn extra money because of the all the loans I’ve got. I didn’t have any money to give them so I didn’t see the point of staying for the enlightenment section.” I said.

“Alright. That’s enough. I want to you to read this section here on Justified Thought.” She said pulling out a large red volume and opening it up to a well thumbed page that had a yellow sticker on it. “Then I want you to write up your overts and withholds on this subject. When you’re done, go to the examiner. If he isn’t happy that you’ve written up ¬all your overts and withhold go back and do some more until he is satisfied. Then write up your success story and return to me.” Said Liz rather sternly.

“OK. I understand. Thank you, I’ll do that. What about the other item?” I asked.

“Oh, that. Well it’s yet another report from that public guy, Christopher Lang, saying that you still owe him a whole pile of money that he lent you to donate to the Anti-Critics’ Lawsuit Funding. He’s written another whole pile of natter and more Justified Thought about his screwy ideas on exchange and about all the interest that he has to pay on this loan and it’s now been over a year and he’s broke, again. You know, natter, natter, natter. Don’t worry about it – I’ll sort him out.” Said Liz smiling amiably.

Finally I was through the Ethics Officer section and then got through the Integrity Check auditing section. After every section I wrote yet another glowing success story telling of my amazing gains and wins. It was truly amazing. They were so thorough. On the Integrity Check auditing section there were hundreds of questions on every aspect of your life, they got down to the tiniest of transgressions. Things I would never have noticed if I hadn’t of been asked – things like I missed a small section of the kitchen floor when I last cleaned it and I hadn’t bothered to get my hair done professionally and it looked a bit of a mess when I went to work. The consequences of my overts would be that it might cause any non Church members to think that I hadn’t made the gains that I should have and this could reflect badly on the Church. In my last success story I told about how my confront and integrity had really come up and I thanked the staff member who had reported me for leaving the briefing early and my Ethics Officer for being so helpful in pointing out the error of my ways.

The auditing course I was on was done ‘solo’. This means that you do the auditing on yourself. The solo auditing course I was on takes hundreds of hours to complete. It’s wonderful that you only have pay for the training and the supervision and of course the Integrity Checks auditing every six months. Although I had done the course before (twice actually) I now had to do it again. The Church Management had come to the most fantastic conclusion – it seemed that the solo auditors were not making all the gains that they could from this level because in every case that they checked they found that the auditor had studied very poorly and were doing it all wrong.

It’s incredible to think that after 12 years on this level and all that training and careful correction by the case supervisor and the qualifications dept and re-training, that I was doing it all wrong. So was everybody else!

The Church Management were so clever. They had worked out a whole new way to study. There was now a whole new set of drills to do by learning everything verbatim and by rote so that you didn’t have to think about it at all, it would all be on automatic, all the actions and words for the commands practically built into the body on autonomic responses.

So for the third time I went ahead and bought the new course as soon as it came out and now finally, I was really here and I could actually get the full set of gains that the Founder said to expect.

Of course, the data on this level is secret, so I can’t tell you anything about it. Nor can I tell you what the expected results are. If you want to know, go and see the Registrar who will be happy to let you know what the current prices are. You better hurry though because the prices increase by 15% every month.


The new training course was exhausting, 12 hours a day, every day, but I managed to pass the final exam and was on to the solo auditing. This meant that I had more time on my hands between sessions and I could spend a little while looking out through the Majestic Window at the stars and the Earth below. Standing there looking at the Earth and at the space beyond really made me feel that I had made tremendous gains – sometimes it was so difficult to tear myself away from that view.

One day, while I was happily looking at the swirling masses of clouds over the Pacific Ocean and North America I heard some raised voices and laughing from the lobby on the floor below. I saw a crowd of people being addressed by a speaker. She was asking for volunteers to step forward. There was roaring applause each time a person stepped forward to join her. She already seemed to have about 5 people next to her. Each had been given a bright yellow jacket and hat and a course pack, all with the logo Volunteer Minister.

I went down to the lobby to see more of what was going on. By the time I got there the crowd was dispersing as the briefing was over. A large TV screen on the wall was playing a video of the Chairman of the Church making an announcement at a huge auditorium. There was still a lot of chatter and laughter going on so I only heard a few of the phrases:

“...been one of the most turbulent in our history. Opposing ideologies, violent revolutions and a frail socioeconomic structure have subjected more than one-third of the world’s population to oppression, poverty and brutal human rights violations... Volunteer Ministers are among the first to arrive ... Man’s inhumanity to man ... 38 tornadoes touched down in the city of Dallas, Texas... T8s to T10s ... ripping buildings off their foundations leaving them bare. Thousands are dead and injured ... droughts in Africa, millions dying of starvation ...hurricanes and massive flooding that continue to plague the Florida coastline...The government would have us believe that our climate is going out of control because of global warming. They tell us that we need to cut back our CO2 emissions even more drastically... propagating a mindset governed by hysteria, fear and anxiety... We know the real reason!” The Chairman shouted this last phrase triumphantly and took a step back away from the podium looking very smug.

“And we are the ones who have THE ONLY real solution, one that works!” The crowd cheered wildly... “Volunteer Ministers are at this very moment on hand helping people by restoring purpose, truth and spiritual values and bringing them into the Church in droves... every disaster that the government creates ... we will be there and we will bring in ever increasing numbers of new public to our Churches...” He pounded on the podium with his fist, looking intently at the audience. There was a hushed silence in the auditorium. The camera panned around the richly decorated and glittering stage with it’s colourful lighting. There were five women on each side of the Chairman dressed in Roman looking togas holding torches with real flames in them. Then just as the tension couldn’t be stretched any longer, the women raised the torches high above their heads in unison and the flames grew to a huge fireball nearly filling the top half of the stage. The audience gasped and then erupted into wild applause. Everyone was standing now as the applause went on. The view switched to the photo of the founder with his finger pointing skywards. The applause just kept going, getting louder and louder. Then the camera was panning across the crowds, zooming in to show all to have glowing smiling happy faces.

Someone who I didn’t know was standing next to me clutching a bright yellow jacket and course pack. “Looks like Dallas has been wiped out – totally flattened - nothing but rubble. All the survivors and people in the area are being evacuated. Met Office says there’s more on the way.” He said cheerfully.

“Wow. I had no idea.” I said.

“Neither did I until today’s briefing. I make a point of not listening to the news or watching any television or radio for that matter. It’s all bad news and the government only says things it wants you to hear that benefit the vested interests. My Ethics Officer told me that public who watch TV are wasting time and messing up their auditing gains by being connected to suppressives. Anyway, soon as I found out about this latest disaster from a correct source ie, the Briefing Officer, I signed up to do the Volunteer Minister’s Course.” He said patting his new shiny cellophane wrapped course pack.

“That’s terrific!” I said.

“Yeah, I just called my uncle, he doesn’t belong to the Church, but I explained to him, (used a bit of the ol’ technology to convince him, if you know what I mean) that I wanted to go immediately to Dallas to help all those poor people down there and I told him I needed money to cover my expenses. The tech worked just like magic - he sent the money straightaway. I bought the course and as soon as I get through it, checksheet time is 3 weeks, I’ll head for Dallas. I should be able to earn enough money in commissions to cover my course and expenses when I bring in all those new public into the Church for services.” He rubbed his hands together and smiled gleefully.

A strong image of the drought stricken plains of Africa came to mind and I saw vultures crowing with delight while picking over the bones of human carcasses. At the time I couldn’t imagine why this image was so vivid and hard to shake.

I decided that I needed to know more about the condition of the planet below. Of course, there was no TV or radio on the station that was available to the public, but I had brought my screen with me which gave me a good internet connection even up here.

The Church had developed a new technology and software package to make the web much easier and faster to navigate. This software is updated regularly and is humbly tendered as a gift to mankind (it’s free of charge). Browsing the web without this software is strongly discouraged by the Church for the reason that you could be subject to all sorts of false data and the mal-intentions of suppressives. I remembered being told that suppression is contagious, you could become suppressive yourself just by reading negative websites that would seek to downgrade or lessen the strength of your religion.


My friend’s son, who was 11 years old at the time and didn’t know any better, very cheekily said to me one day:

“I can get around the Church’s ‘Internet Nanny’ software program and I can see anything on the web that I want to.”

“Really, how’s that then?” I said, not really believing his boast.

“Exit Windows (go to MS-DOS mode) so that you can move important Windows files around without any worry about the files being in use...” and he went on for a while giving me detailed instructions, which I won’t reproduce here as I don’t want to get you or me into trouble with the Ethics Department.

I suddenly realised that I had not written a report to the Ethics Officer about this young man’s very serious overt. I had a withhold that I had somehow managed to withhold even from myself. Did I not report this because I might want to use this information one day? I must have some suppressive trait, some false purpose that I was unaware of which had managed to escape the auditing.

I didn’t confess and write it up in my next session, or the next, or the next. Any minute now I was going to get sick and loose my auditing gains. But session after session nothing happened. It was almost as though I was testing myself to see how long I could go on with a withhold of an overt of such magnitude.

One night I woke startled and sweating from a nightmare. Scenes of dried up river beds with thousands of dead fish. Drought stricken plains in the mid-west. Flooded coastal towns and villages. Multiple hurricanes and tornadoes cutting swathes through towns and cities. Torrential rains sweeping away houses and people. Heats waves in northern Canada melting the permafrost, all the wildlife and plants dead. Mountains of snow drifts piled up in Georgia. In each scene I saw the same large black vultures dressed in yellow jackets and yellow caps feeding on the carcasses.

I got up, turned on my screen. Exited windows and went to MS-DOS mode and started moving files around... It really was as easy as he had said. I was free of the Church’s ‘internet nanny’. I browsed wantonly through many, many sites that I’d never been able to access before. I learned what was really happening down on the planet.

Our ice caps were melting, not just horizontally, but thinning vertically as well. Our weather was changing, causing wild swings of temperature and freak storms. With the expected rises in sea levels, plans were in place for orderly evacuation of most of the coastal cities and towns including London, San Francisco and New York.

I simply couldn’t believe it. Why would the Church say that global warming and the freak weather alarms were simply a ploy by the government to cause fear and hysteria and get the public to turn their attention away from spirituality and onto psychiatry and drugs?

I began to think that the Ethics Officer was right, that the web pages were feeding me false information about the state of the world’s climate. I looked up many more sites and I found more of the same. If what I read was true, why would the Church not want me to know?

The answer came to me slowly but surely. Because I would want to do something about it. Doing something about it would mean working and helping some other organisation and not the Church. I would be distracted from my courses and my auditing and from earning money to pay for them. The Church doesn’t want the climate to get fixed. It wants it to worsen. It wants the governments and existing organisations to fail. That’s the way to get people to follow them, more people, more money, more power and control.

I found the site by Jan (Charlie’s ex-wife) explaining what had really gone on with her in the Sea Org. It was shocking. I knew now in my heart that the Church had lied about her and that she was actually telling the truth. If they had lied about her and the children then they had surely told other lies. I browsed some more and found many sites and many, many people (some I had known personally) with so many stories that they could not possibly all be lying or all of them be suppressive. The truth was that they had come to the same awful realisation that I had.

“I now urge all Church members to disconnect their ‘internet nanny’ and browse the web. Find out, as I did just how far and how low the Church is willing to go to maintain it’s control over it’s members and grow in rank and size.

We must work together as humans. Our planet is really in terrible trouble. If we can’t get our weather under control we could be heading for disastrous consequences. Even worse than this, if our existing infra-structure collapses and we are left with the shreds of a civilisation, the Church will still be there to mop up and feed on the victims. With no organisation left powerful enough to stop them, the entire planet could come under the Church’s control. The worst dark age of suppression and tyranny that any religion could even dream up would ensue.

Mary.


"There is nothing as wild in the books of Man as will probably happen here on Earth. And it will happen and be allowed to happen simply because all this is so incredible that nobody will even think of stopping it until it is far, far too late. Its incredibility is its best safeguard, so you needn't bother to convince anybody who doesn't want to believe it." - LRH
 
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Terril park

Sponsor
Superb!

" New Platinum Age Super Power Rundowns" Lol! If I were you I'd trademark that term. It will probably be worth a lot of money soon.
 

Mary

Patron with Honors
Many thanks, your Royal Highness, Prince Xenu.

You are right, darn it! Now I’ll have to tell the story about the Space Organisation’s first epic voyage to Target 2. (Target 1, was the plan to convert the people on the planet, locally known as Earth. Even though Target 1 is still underway is no reason at all not to make a start on Target 2).

I suppose I’ll have to spill the beans on what really happened to the ARKship-1. The story put out by the Church was that the ARKship-1 was designed and built to function as an Ark - a complete repository library and reproduction facility with a manned up Space Organisation board fully equipped to disseminate Church doctrine to any sentient beings living on planets yet to be discovered. A triumphant success and the most significant major achievement in all recorded history. A gift from the Church on behalf of mankind to the stars.

The real story of the execs, who planned to stay awake, living and working throughout their lives on the long journey. Barely managing to fit in the time to produce the offspring that would grow up and be trained to continue the mission.

The sad and tragic tale of the RPF volunteers and their descendants. (The people on the RPF - Rehabilitation Project Force are somewhat like military prisoners who seek to make amends for past errors by working at very long and arduous tasks that others might not want to do. They eat only the basic foods and wear only the most basic of clothes. They have no free time and are not allowed to communicate with anyone other than their immediate superiors) They were to be put into cryogenic sleep vats, someday to be awoken and used to provide the raw manual labour to set up camp on the new planet. But this did not prove to be the case - at all, at all!
 

Mary

Patron with Honors
Thanks for reading the story. No. Not professional. Stories are just a way to feed my fevered and rabid imagination. Many elements of the story are true. My real story - of my then husband of 25 years and young daughter joining the Sea Org and disconnecting from myself and my son is so painful that it’s much easier to live in a fantasy world than to actually tell the truth. Ripping out my still beating heart and holding it up for all to see would have hurt less than to tear my family to pieces.

I am very grateful to this site - it is such a relief to be able to speak freely to people who might just understand and won’t instantly report you to the Thought Police, er, I mean Ethics Officer.

So many years of quietly pretending that all the outpoints in the Church are the results of poor training and SPs that have since been declared. Like the horse ‘Boxer’ in Animal Farm, I thought: If I keep my head down, just work harder and do everything the Church says to do – it will all work itself out.
 

Alanzo

Bardo Tulpa
Thanks for reading the story. No. Not professional. Stories are just a way to feed my fevered and rabid imagination. Many elements of the story are true. My real story - of my then husband of 25 years and young daughter joining the Sea Org and disconnecting from myself and my son is so painful that it’s much easier to live in a fantasy world than to actually tell the truth. Ripping out my still beating heart and holding it up for all to see would have hurt less than to tear my family to pieces.

I am very grateful to this site - it is such a relief to be able to speak freely to people who might just understand and won’t instantly report you to the Thought Police, er, I mean Ethics Officer.

So many years of quietly pretending that all the outpoints in the Church are the results of poor training and SPs that have since been declared. Like the horse ‘Boxer’ in Animal Farm, I thought: If I keep my head down, just work harder and do everything the Church says to do – it will all work itself out.

Wow.

George Orwell references.

I think I love you, Mary.
 

Royal Prince Xenu

Trust the Psi Corps.
They [the RPFers] were to be put into cryogenic sleep vats, someday to be awoken and used to provide the raw manual labour to set up camp on the new planet. But this did not prove to be the case - at all, at all!
Does that mean a continuation of that "implanted" concept of original sin? Does that mean that a child born to in the RPF is condemned to remain in that sub-class for zhis entire life? Of course, I'm assuming that in all that physical labor, a couple found the time for a quick knee-trembler behind the clanking pipes...
 

Mary

Patron with Honors
Your Royal Highness.

You fire the imagination and I simply can’t resist the temptation to tell you a little about that particular future or ‘time-line’.

The infamous "ARKoss Executive Directive Issue 3". It was 10 pages long. It had to be W/C, M4ed, M9ed, starrated and clay demoed by all staff. It thoroughly explained the 2nd Dynamic – Creativity. It delineated the use of the urge towards sex and when it should be employed. Any frivolous or unnecessary use of the 2nd Dynamic, other than to produce offspring at the designated times was now a highcrime. Designated times to be advised by the MLO with approval issued by HCO.

That was the era of the willing slaves. The RPFers that could never get through all their amends and conditions in a single lifetime.

The children born to them who bravely and willingly took responsibility for the sins of their fathers and tried to make up the damage caused by their own 2nd dynamics.

The rumoured sub-sub class of RPF children, who refused to take on this responsibility and duty, is a story that will remain a guarded secret for many years to come.

Mary.
 

programmer_guy

True Ex-Scientologist
Mary said:
It thoroughly explained the 2nd Dynamic – Creativity.

As a WOG (which I reclaimed) I came to think that the "creativity" was how I could find out how to make her scream (in a good way). This is creative. <snicker>

(Of course the on-going relationship is important too.)

Please continue your "story". I have been reading it and will continue to do so.

:)
 

Royal Prince Xenu

Trust the Psi Corps.
Mary, I write too. Whilst on staff I did try to write a story around $cn dogma, but couldn't get it to work.

I continue to work on a story that was inspired by other means, and even now, it is very non-$cn (as opposed to being "anti"--I couldn't be bothered wasting the energy to write something "anti-$cn").

If you're interested, find an anthology called Evil Earths, in which you will find an interesting $cn inspired story called "Game PU".

With all that study tech being applied to the ARKoss Directive, perhaps you should consider a clay demo I proposed on another thread that was completely ignored:

Clay Demo: Abstract
 

Vinaire

Sponsor
Mary,

You have a fantastic mind. I enjoyed your story which paints some very interesting outpoints in dazzling colors.

Do put your talent to good use.

Much love,
Vinaire

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Vinaire

Sponsor
Criticism versus Analysis

Rabid irrational, criticism is very different from noticing and analyzing outpoints.

Underlying rabid, irrational criticism one would find overts and witholds. But that is not the case with someone simply observing and analyzing outpoints. The latter would simply be a natural application of the Data Series.

Attempt to discourage the use of Data Series by equating it with rabid, irrational criticism is a big outpoint itself, and that would indicate the presence of misunderstoods, overts, and witholds on the part of those who are trying to discourage.

If CoS has outpoints in their activities then these must be pointed out, with a view to eradicating them.

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Alanzo

Bardo Tulpa
Rabid irrational, criticism is very different from noticing and analyzing outpoints.

Underlying rabid, irrational criticism one would find overts and witholds. But that is not the case with someone simply observing and analyzing outpoints. The latter would simply be a natural application of the Data Series.

Attempt to discourage the use of Data Series by equating it with rabid, irrational criticism is a big outpoint itself, and that would indicate the presence of misunderstoods, overts, and witholds on the part of those who are trying to discourage.

If CoS has outpoints in their activities then these must be pointed out, with a view to eradicating them.

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Vinaire -

Did you mean to put this post in this thread?

It seems like a response to something we were discussing in another thread.

Otherwise, this seems a little non-sequitur. Would that indicate "outpoints in one's thinking"?
 

Vinaire

Sponsor
Vinaire -

Did you mean to put this post in this thread?

It seems like a response to something we were discussing in another thread.

Otherwise, this seems a little non-sequitur. Would that indicate "outpoints in one's thinking"?

Sorry, I am not aware of the thread you are talking about.

I was appreciating Mary's artistic presentation of outpoints. I would not call it rabid criticism, though some might.

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Mary

Patron with Honors
Mary, I write too. Whilst on staff I did try to write a story around $cn dogma, but couldn't get it to work.

I continue to work on a story that was inspired by other means, and even now, it is very non-$cn (as opposed to being "anti"--I couldn't be bothered wasting the energy to write something "anti-$cn").

If you're interested, find an anthology called Evil Earths, in which you will find an interesting $cn inspired story called "Game PU".

With all that study tech being applied to the ARKoss Directive, perhaps you should consider a clay demo I proposed on another thread that was completely ignored:

Clay Demo: Abstract


Would love to read anything you've written, whether it worked out or not.

I'll see if I can find the anthology you mentioned. Thanks.

On the clay demo: uhm ... how about if I use one of the definitions to mean the one used in the term "abstract art".

I would get some clay and form it into some random pattern and label it "MEST" and then make a long thread of clay and form it into a ring (I'd be using the reference about how to clay demo a pure significance). Then place the ring of clay around the random patterned clay and label it "significance". Do you think I would get a flunk or a pass?
 
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