Re: The old days - Aboard the Apollo - 1973
There's a saying from Carl Jung which I like very much:
"Where your wound lies, there also lies your genius."
That is interesting when one considers that many tribal, or spiritual initiations, involve the giving of a holy wound - the marking of the face, a piercing, a tattoo, time alone fasting in the jungle or desert, etc.
Thanks for your answer - I appreciate it very much.
Smila, thank you for your interest and very incisive comments. Are you a professional psychoanalyst? If you are, you are very good at it!!
Besides Scientology, I've had several other Category 2 incidents happen to me. Try this one on for size...
Summer of 1969, my brother Reuben is in Tokyo Japan teaching English for Fuji Corp. He invites me to come and visit him and I agree to go, taking 3 weeks vacation from work. There is no internet, we never considered phone conversations between L.A. and Japan, too expensive. All out arrangements were agreed on by snail mail. I got a round trip flight with Continental Airlines. I wrote Reuben my flight number, arrival date and estimated time of arrival.
A little anecdote on the plane, I was 29, 55 lbs lighter than now and was nice looking in those days. I hit on our Stewardess and she invited me to a crew party that night in Anchorage. Our flight was scheduled to stop there for an hour and change crews. She invited me to party with her then sleep over at her place and then she would re -book me to finish my flight to Tokyo the next day. I told her that my brother was expecting me to be at the airport and that I would love to accept her invite but I couldn't stand up my brother. She said that when we landed, I could send him a telegram with a new arrival time. I chickened out and reluctantly turned her down. Big Mistake!!!
I arrive in Tokyo on schedule, get off the plane and pick up my luggage, anxiously looking forward to seeing Reuben for the first time in 18 months. There is no sign of Reuben at all. I wait 20 minutes and then have him paged to meet me at such and such terminal area. Nothing happens. I wait for about 5 hours and Reuben never arrives. I panic and go talk to the someone at the Continental window. There seems to be nothing to do except get a return trip ticket and leave.
I then see some post cards while going to buy gum. Reuben works in the Fuji Tower, a 34 story skyscraper, one of the tallest in Tokyo at that time. I see a picture of this tower on a postcard. It says that the Tower is located in the Akasaka district of Tokyo. I make some inquiries, telling people that my brother works in that tower and asking how far it is from the airport.
The suggestion is made that I take a taxi to the Akasaka Prince, a hotel, just 2 blocks from the Fuji Tower and then in the morning, walk over to the Tower and see if I can find my brother. I decide to do that. I get to the hotel and sleep well. In the morning, I walk over to the Fuji Tower and go up to Reuben's office. I am told that he won't be at work for 3 weeks because his brother is coming in for holiday. I explain my situation and the personnel at Fuji recommend that I take a taxi 17 miles to Reuben's apartment in Shinjuku-ku (ku is the Japanese word for "district" or somesuch).
I check out of my hotel in Akasaka-ku with 3 pieces of luggage and hail a cab to take me 17 miles to Shinjuku-ku. The cab driver takes me down a dirt alley behind Reuben's apartment building and drops me and my luggage off in the rear yard of that apartment complex.
MY CATEGORY 2 SITUATION - TOTALLY ISOLATED IN JAPAN, DON'T SPEAK ONE WORD OF JAPANESE, ONLY KNOW ONE PERSON IN THE WHOLE COUNTRY, STUCK IN THE BACKYARD OF A SMALL APARTMENT COMPLEX 17 MILES OUTSIDE OF TOKYO. NO ACCESS TO A PHONE, NO VEHICLE JUST TOTALLY STRANDED IN JAPAN!
I was resourceful. First, I went up and knocked on Reuben's door but he was not home. I stacked my 3 pieces of luggage and sat on them and waited about 2 hours but Rueben did not show up. I noticed a pay phone in the alley about two blocks before we arrived at the apartments. I left my luggage in the back yard and walked back to the phone booth and called Fuji. I asked them to send a cab to take me to the airport. They recommended that I wait till the evening, around 6:00 PM. If Reuben had not shown up by then, they would send the cab. I agreed to that.
I waited a little longer then started to feel like I had to use the bathroom. I had a Berlitz book on Japanese and looked up a few phrases. I went to the second floor, one door to the left of Reuben's place and knocked on the door. A youngish woman answered. I knew that our last name, Hart was pronounced Haht'-to in Japanese and that a title of honor was put behind the name so my brother was called Haht'-to-san. I conveyed to the lady that I was his brother and he was not home and I needed to get in. She went and got her husband and he came out with a small hammer and crowbar and jimmied Reuben's front window and got it to open in about 3 minutes. He climbed in and went to the front door and unlocked it and let me in.
The Category 2 Incident abated quite bit.
I took a bath and fell asleep on a futon on his matted floor. About 3 hours later, at about 6:30, I am awoken by the sound of keys in the door lock and Reuben walks in. I didn't know what to say to him. I had been outraged at his not showing up and putting me through this ordeal but I was worried - what could explain his no-show except that he must have been in an accident. I was relieved that it was not an accident but then as angry as hell with him for his irresponsibility. I demanded an explanation .
He said that he showed up at the airport right on time and that I was not there. I asked him if he had me paged or made any inquiries about me and he answered no. I then said that I had him paged so why did he not respond to my page. He asked how long after my flight arrived did I have him paged and I answered about 20 minutes. He said that he only waited 15 minutes and then left.
I asked him to describe where he went to pick me up. He said it was the same place where he had inquired about flight times and tickets. I asked if it was the Continental Airlines ticket window and he said that it was. I called him a stupid idiot and said that the flight arrivals were handled in a different building than the building which handled tickets. He said, "How was I supposed to know that?" I said that if you don't know something, then it is your responsibility to ask. You didn't see or hear announcements about any arrivals, so did it ever occur to you that you might be in the wrong building and he just said "no."
Anyway, that was the incident. I stayed for 2 weeks which were fun. At the end of two weeks he wanted me to leave and I wanted to go so I did not stay the full 3 weeks. That was definitely a Category 2 experience for me!Lakey