Adios Apollo, Part 3
Missions were fired off to locate a suitable “Flag Land Base” and the Apollo was sailed to Freeport, The Bahamas the “Staging Area” for the move to land. A Management Team was sent to NYC to run the Orgs and the remainder of the Crew packed up the Ship, loading the tons and tons of paper files, documents and bric-a-brac into containers set up dockside to the Apollo. El Ron, the Family and entourage, the tech delivery unit, FCCI’s and outer Org students went to Daytona Beach, Florida and the rest, as they say, is History and has been well documented on the Net by others.
From the time we sailed to Freeport to the when we arrived in Clearwater I was involved in a number of El Ron Missions, which I will not detail here at this time, that gave me insight into what was going on here and there throughout the entire “evolution”—it also loaded my Ethics Files with a number of El Ron personal VVWD’s and Very Highly Commended’s that saved my skin a few times over the next few years.
For a time it looked like the FLB would be a resort property near Savannah, Georgia but, in the end, Clearwater wound up being the place and the whole “United Churches” front was concocted. Anyone with half a brain knew that it was going to blow up eventually but the idea was to get in, set up and when the inevitable happened it would be already too late for the “SP’s” to try and stop us.
The Crew was euphoric with the move to land. Better food, better berthing (albeit stark by most standards, unless compared to the Apollo), better quality of life. There was a pervading “hope” that we were on our way to having a more “normal”, decent life…that we had “dug the ditches” and fought our way out of the trenches. In short, we had “arrived” and, someday, we would be a group of “substance”, not wealthy individually but comfortable, classy and mutually self respecting….we would have families, we would build a “New Civilization”, we would not spend the rest of our lives at war and in battle conditions, we would move up the bridge, we would “get it right this time”. All this would not come to pass.
The Crew did not know that “Snow White” was, at that very moment, creating the conditions for Acid Rain and, more importantly, that El Ron was “losing it” and the CMO was in the process of becoming "It”. Some of us in the “inner circle” saw “It” coming but, as always, we clung to the thought that “in the end, everything would turn out alright”. How could it not? We had “The Tech” and our only problem was that we were “building a world with broken straws”. We just had to keep going as “the point that you are about give up is the point that you are about to win”.
As far as I am concerned, the move to land was for 3 primary reasons.
1. El Ron’s Security, Health
2. Money
3. El Ron wanted to “stick it in Hollywood’s ear” and Money
Number 1 was the big driver for Mary Sue. The hospitalization in Curacao left Hisself in a very vulnerable position. Poor medical care, non Scn Doctors, stuck in a fixed position that could not be completely controlled by Hisself.
Number 2 was El Ron’s big driver. People would pay big bucks for “Flag Only” and “Flag Quality” services, and most of it would go to SO Reserves and LRH Personal Accounts as Royalties and Fees.
Number 3 was driven by the money. El Ron’s “State of Mind” was, more and more, “I am the greatest, most brilliant Writer, Producer, Director in the Universe” and the money allowed Hisself to build his “Dream Castle” and move into it. And, the CMO were the enablers and willing pawns for Hisself’s delusion driven gambit.
When I was growing up I shared a bedroom with my older brother who was going to college. He had a job and when he got home at night he would throw the change in his pocket into a wooden box on his dresser. It was a large box and over time there was a substantial pile of change in the box. There were some “rich kids” I went to school with that I wanted to impress. I did not have nice cloths…mostly hand-me-downs from my brothers and cousins. I started to pilfer the change from my brother’s change box and spend it after school with these kids…buying hamburgers and malts for them, stuff like that. I was suddenly their big “buddy” and I became “drunk” with being cool…I also became sick at heart and tortured at night. I came to a point where I detested myself so much I stopped stealing my brother’s money, replaced what I thought was what I had spent (from doing yard work for neighbors) and never stole again. I never confessed what I had done until years later…my brother laughed and said he was glad that he was the vehicle for my having looked into my own heart and stopped flinching. He passed away a few years ago, surrounded by his family and friends…he was a beautiful man that led a loving, giving and caring life.
I guess that’s what saddens me most about this era, Adios Apollo, about my time with El Ron. It was an opportunity…we, the Crew, were so willing, ready, able and El Ron did as Hisself always did…flinched. El Ron spent the rest of Hisself’s life pilfering from the change box to be cool in front of the other kids.
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Anybody else know about sacred harp music or Tuval throat singing? 
