"V"
Patron with Honors
RPF - Rehabilitation Project Force.
I joined the Sea Org at the age of 16, because my father, then a Scientologist, got himself involved with a woman who was former Guardian's office intelligence personnel. She wanted to join the Sea Org at Flag, to be in the Guardian's Office Flag where Mary Sue Hubbard was at the time.
He followed her. I followed him, just as I always did ever since he first got into Scientology. The better to keep an eye on what I sensed was an even worse place than the Scientology orgs and missions.
I was then at school at the Delphian School in Oregon, I was one of the first five paying public students.
Having completed all available courses that they had within the 2-3 years I was there, I felt the "institution no longer had anything to offer me" and went with my father to Clearwater, Florida.
A horrible trip, but that's for another day.
Within about two months or so - I joined the Sea Org, landing ultimately in their management organization called variously Flag Bureaux and International Management Organization.
I worked in communications, sort of at the crossroads of the heart of the Scientology Empire. I saw lots and lots of things because of my position.
One of them was Nancy Many's RPF assignment.
I was pretty shocked about that, because she was pregnant. Hers was part of a kind of "purge" that comes about whenever management decides they need to blame someone (or a lot of someones) for why Scientology wasn't expanding. Of course it couldn't be because it was a weird and abusive mind-control group - nah that was never it. (sarcastically speaking)
Sometimes I had to deliver telexes to the Fort Harrison building, because my work was usually done and I had nothing to do. One day I had to deliver one to the "tank" where the pc folders were kept. On my way through the garage - I saw Nancy being hustled off somewhere, probably a muster. She looked so sad, and tired, and just oppressed that as she went off into wherever the RPF'ers go (it was like rat holes where they kept these people - I swear) that I decided I had to do something, say something. I wrote a report, a specific kind of report, that I sent cc's to various mucky mucks. I said that I thought this was absolutely unforgivable, that L. Ron Hubbard would never treat a woman, especially a pregnant woman bearing the "future of our civilization" this way (yeah, I know he would, I'm talking their writings - their bible - here) and would rein holy hell down upon their heads if it should be found out by public authorities (see, that was the key part I knew would get their attention) that this was going on.
I don't know if it helped or not, I never saw her again, but I just think it should be known just how bad people were treated in a lot of cases. Nancy didn't deserve that. NO ONE deserves that.
My father was also put into the RPF, and by the time I even knew about it, it was too late - he had not only been RPF'd he had been summarily offloaded in the dead-of-night! You can imagine how I felt about that, especially when I found out how devastated he was by the whole thing. I felt like I had failed him.
This was one of the two reasons that I gave, actually the more unarguable one from their perspective (the sea org people) that I began officially routing out of the Sea Org.
A new crowd of "heads" of where I work had come in, and ordered that all family time was cancelled and only one person could go home at night to pick up ALL the kids. This was about the same time that the quality of child-care had taken a steep dive - it had actually been pretty good prior to that.
When I heard that? I said well, do what you want to me but I'm not following such an insane order. I had references and everything proving my point. I knew I would be disciplined - I welcomed it.
I was put in something called the Dpf, which is sort of one step above the Rpf. I was put on "mest work" and assigned to do Repair of Past Ethics Conditions. While doing these new conditions whiz-bang TECH of theirs, I came up with that I needed to go and help my father, because after all, he had always helped me. This was actually a line right in their materials. And then I said give me a leaving staff routing form. You should have seen the look on their faces. "You can't have a cognition like that!" I pointed to the line - says so right there. Sometimes the person has to leave or go somewhere to fully handle a past ethics condition. (paraphrasing here).
And so I left. When I hooked up with my father, wow. It was like he was a different person. Some times people have asked me why I continued in Scientology after that, and I would often say THAT'S why. I wanted to find something from the inside that I could use to tear the heart out of the monster that did this. Scientology. There were other reasons that I don't need to go into right now, but that was really high on the list.
And So I did.
But the damage, the utter degradation and subservience, the utter disregard for basic humanity of what people in the RPF sometimes were subjected too (I think especially people someone had a grudge against, like Nancy and my father) how can you just walk away from something like that?
I couldn't.
"V"
I joined the Sea Org at the age of 16, because my father, then a Scientologist, got himself involved with a woman who was former Guardian's office intelligence personnel. She wanted to join the Sea Org at Flag, to be in the Guardian's Office Flag where Mary Sue Hubbard was at the time.
He followed her. I followed him, just as I always did ever since he first got into Scientology. The better to keep an eye on what I sensed was an even worse place than the Scientology orgs and missions.
I was then at school at the Delphian School in Oregon, I was one of the first five paying public students.
Having completed all available courses that they had within the 2-3 years I was there, I felt the "institution no longer had anything to offer me" and went with my father to Clearwater, Florida.
A horrible trip, but that's for another day.
Within about two months or so - I joined the Sea Org, landing ultimately in their management organization called variously Flag Bureaux and International Management Organization.
I worked in communications, sort of at the crossroads of the heart of the Scientology Empire. I saw lots and lots of things because of my position.
One of them was Nancy Many's RPF assignment.
I was pretty shocked about that, because she was pregnant. Hers was part of a kind of "purge" that comes about whenever management decides they need to blame someone (or a lot of someones) for why Scientology wasn't expanding. Of course it couldn't be because it was a weird and abusive mind-control group - nah that was never it. (sarcastically speaking)
Sometimes I had to deliver telexes to the Fort Harrison building, because my work was usually done and I had nothing to do. One day I had to deliver one to the "tank" where the pc folders were kept. On my way through the garage - I saw Nancy being hustled off somewhere, probably a muster. She looked so sad, and tired, and just oppressed that as she went off into wherever the RPF'ers go (it was like rat holes where they kept these people - I swear) that I decided I had to do something, say something. I wrote a report, a specific kind of report, that I sent cc's to various mucky mucks. I said that I thought this was absolutely unforgivable, that L. Ron Hubbard would never treat a woman, especially a pregnant woman bearing the "future of our civilization" this way (yeah, I know he would, I'm talking their writings - their bible - here) and would rein holy hell down upon their heads if it should be found out by public authorities (see, that was the key part I knew would get their attention) that this was going on.
I don't know if it helped or not, I never saw her again, but I just think it should be known just how bad people were treated in a lot of cases. Nancy didn't deserve that. NO ONE deserves that.
My father was also put into the RPF, and by the time I even knew about it, it was too late - he had not only been RPF'd he had been summarily offloaded in the dead-of-night! You can imagine how I felt about that, especially when I found out how devastated he was by the whole thing. I felt like I had failed him.
This was one of the two reasons that I gave, actually the more unarguable one from their perspective (the sea org people) that I began officially routing out of the Sea Org.
A new crowd of "heads" of where I work had come in, and ordered that all family time was cancelled and only one person could go home at night to pick up ALL the kids. This was about the same time that the quality of child-care had taken a steep dive - it had actually been pretty good prior to that.
When I heard that? I said well, do what you want to me but I'm not following such an insane order. I had references and everything proving my point. I knew I would be disciplined - I welcomed it.
I was put in something called the Dpf, which is sort of one step above the Rpf. I was put on "mest work" and assigned to do Repair of Past Ethics Conditions. While doing these new conditions whiz-bang TECH of theirs, I came up with that I needed to go and help my father, because after all, he had always helped me. This was actually a line right in their materials. And then I said give me a leaving staff routing form. You should have seen the look on their faces. "You can't have a cognition like that!" I pointed to the line - says so right there. Sometimes the person has to leave or go somewhere to fully handle a past ethics condition. (paraphrasing here).
And so I left. When I hooked up with my father, wow. It was like he was a different person. Some times people have asked me why I continued in Scientology after that, and I would often say THAT'S why. I wanted to find something from the inside that I could use to tear the heart out of the monster that did this. Scientology. There were other reasons that I don't need to go into right now, but that was really high on the list.
And So I did.
But the damage, the utter degradation and subservience, the utter disregard for basic humanity of what people in the RPF sometimes were subjected too (I think especially people someone had a grudge against, like Nancy and my father) how can you just walk away from something like that?
I couldn't.
"V"
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