The Back Story
For anyone that might be interested:
The following link to Rathbun's site speaks of one Dr. Juan Villarreal of Harlingen, Texas. This is what happens to a decent human being when they get pumped up on scientology's ego boost. The raw materials scientology needs to perform its magic are: need of change/demand for improvement in the person; in other words, a seeker looking for something more than a kick-in-the-head existence; a source of income. In the case of a business, different than a bank account, inheritance, sale of insurance, etc., a business produces daily, weekly, monthly cash flow that can be seen by scientology sales people as limitless. Why? There's always another service to sell, and if you have bought them all, you can just make an outright donation. It's the "ethical" thing to do.
http://markrathbun.wordpress.com/2011/01/18/how-radical-scientology-rips-off-medicaid/
I was having some success in working with doctors in San Antonio. I had been traveling to Dallas/Ft. Worth, Austin, and Houston promoting thereabouts as best I could on a limited budget. Juan came to me at a time when I was fed up with the whole WISE game. But, he came via a referral by one of my San Antonio docs so I gave him my time and attention. Harlingen is a small border town, and Juan has a small practice, as it was explained to me, but a referral is a referral, and if a person shows interest on that basis then that's a better deal than starting from scratch.
So after a trip to San Antonio I hopped a plane with my travel partner, Chris. We flew into the Harlingen airport. It was a memorable landing--scared the poop out of me. For a second or two the plane got caught in a cross wind, slid on one set of tires at what seemed like a 45-degree angle, then straightened out on all wheels.
Even though I was briefed on this being a small place, I was surprised at how small and off the beaten path it was. My already sour mood neither lifted nor did it intensify. We checked into a local Holiday Inn. I had come to appreciate the comparative modest cost and adequate facilities at Holiday Inns. But this one was nothing like I had experienced. It was old. It was run down. So what? I parked my bags in the room then set out to kill some time before my scheduled talk that night.
How many people would be there? Probably not many. I was there primarily to speak with Dr. Villarreal. I went out in the courtyard. I say courtyard, but it was just a patch of grass, a few bushes, and a few lawn chairs surrounded by three sides of the Holiday Inn. The space wasn't large enough to put up a badminton net. Still, I distinctly remember sitting there, in the quiet, in the sun, completely relaxing. This was before cell phones. The only person who knew my whereabouts at that moment was my wife who, I think, set up the reservation.
As I sat in the courtyard I thought that I was in the perfect place should I want to get away from it all. No one would be able to find me. What a relief! What a fucking relief! My family was safe at home. I was safe in some border town--at least for the time being. Now that you know my gettaway spot, if I use it I will be checking in under an assumed name.
The time to give my talk came. I do not remember how we got to Juan's practice. I do not believe that we had a rental car. Nevertheless, I distinctly recall parts of the meeting.
I gave my talk, probably the usual with a bit of ad lib for the particular audience I was speaking to. I stood at the head of the table. There was nothing to write on so I just talked. Juan sat at the other end of the table listening. There were maybe 5 or 6 other people in the room. I did not care. I was there to speak with Juan.
Dr. Villarreal looked impatient a time or two. I was like "WTF?" He asked a few questions. I later realized his impatience was most likely over him just wanting to get on with it.
My disgust was raised to a new high, not because of the meeting. It's just that every day my disgust was raised to a new high. I could not see any honorable way out. Tired, fed up, the next morning I turned the sale over to Chris. He was with me to learn how to register the new docs so this time was as good as any.
What to do? "Just go in there and talk to the guy. Find out what he wants then show him how to get it. Sign the contract, collect the check." I accompanied Chris in the interview, but I had nothing to say. As I said earlier, it is easy to work with a referral in need of change/demand for improvement. We probably scheduled Juan for his first training session in Baton Rouge, then we packed up and left town.
Not long thereafter, Dr. Villarreal arrived in Baton Rouge for his training and consultation. His wife would also train, but I do not recall if that was on his first visit or not. His stats improved. We introduced him to the people at the Baton Rouge Mission. Here I will tell you something that was true time and time again: The amount of consulting a doc would require was inversely proportional to the amount of auditing he received. Those who pursued some auditing, even of only a little as in a Life Repair, faired far better, on far less work from the WISE consultant, than those who did not.
Dr. Villarreal's practice grew. He went to Flag for services. I met him around 1987/88 if I calculate correctly. I left WISE in Feb./Mar 1989. Once I was out and away from Scientology I was surprised to see him in
Source magazine as a major contributor to the IAS. Oh, well... Whatever floats your boat.
But this story on Rathbun's site is way over the top. Way over the top. Criminal I'd say. Such is the nature of the scientology ego trap. And this was a guy who started out just wanting to make things better.