RI-225i The Anti-rel 1/2

Mike_Reuss@HP-Loveland-om10.om.hp.com (Michael Reuss)

> Koos-koos Moolst Trendy (ba170@fim.uni-erlangen.de) wrote:
> I asked L. Ron Hubbard,
> with whom I claim to be, since 17 June 1994,
> in telepathic communication,
> more details about Dennis Erlich.
Kid: >Tee hee! I'm in telepathic communication with Xenu, and he told me you're a
>fruitcake.
Koooster: >LRH on 3 July 1995, 8:59 GMT
>"Dennis Erlich is a little evil 'natterer',
> a suppressive individual,
> who has made Internet a platform
> for his 'natter'. [natter = negative chatter]
>
>Koos, you're a goofson [goofson = goofy person]
>
>"He is using
> the 'banks' [the reactive, non-analytical part of the mind]
> of people
> to push them further into their 'bank'.
>
>Whereas the clams merely push into the 'bank accounts' of their recruits.
>
>"Dennis Erlich has been betraying ALL people on the Internet.
> He has not told ANYONE why
> he [ACTUALLY] 'blew' from [irrationally left] Scientology.
> He hasn't told ANYONE which
> Suppressive Person he doesn't want to be responsible for."
>
>I think Dennis has explained this fairly well. Time to repost, Dennis?
The story of my departure? At the 1981 First Ever Flag Mission Holder's Meeting called by Bill Franks, newly appointed Exectutive Director International (for life) by Tubbard, I assisted in an attempted (but aborted) reform of the barbaric practices I'd witnessed in the cult. There is a tape of my plea for compassion floating around. The whole meeting was videotaped.

The long and short of the meeting was that the long time scieno Mission Holders (franchise holders, really) demanded to know who was this new Watchdog Committee running our church, who was David Miscavige and by what authority was he ordering everybody around. They demanded the poodle show up with his minions and explain themselves. The meeting went on for days, waiting for the little man to come.

Finally he stormed in with his uniformed thugs, disbanded the meeting, kidnapped Bill Franks, took him to Hemet under guard and imprisoned him for weeks (months?). Bill had to escape.

From that point on there was a purge of dissident, uncontrolable or objecting staff members. I held the post that was assigned to me by Tubby hisself. Chief Cramming Officer. I had half-a-dozen junior Cramming Officers and word clearers. I continued to attempt to get staff to be more compassionate, take better care of themselves and not engage in the shouting, backbiting, vicious activities they heaped on each other.

One day Jeff Walker came in with an order, signed by David Mayo, transfering me to NOTs auditor in the NOTs auditing unit. Jeff was Sr. C/S Flag. David was Sr. C/S Int. Even though it was not a demotion and NOTs auditor was a very cushy post, I didn't like being pushed around. I knew they would have sent me to the RPF if it weren't for the fact that I could easily deliver $40-60,000 of auditing per week. I felt used.

I queried the order for several reasons:

1) I was posted by Tubby. 2) I was Staff Status II and fully hatted, which means I cannot be removed from post without a Committee of Evidence (Vol 1, green policies on Musical Chairs). 3) It would be destructive. 4) The order was clearly illegal.

I was instructed to request a ComEv. I did. None was ever convened by the cult. I waited on post, however Jeff issued orders that no person was to be sent to me. He didn't cram me or take away my OK to cram. He just ordered everyone away from me.

I sat in my office for 2 weeks like this. A Mexican Stand-off.

Finally Jeff and Ray Mithoff came in and sat down across from me at my desk. They leaned forward and talked to me in kind soothing tones. "Why don't you just be reasonable and take the transfer, Dennis?" "No ..." I said, "I think I'll wait for the outcome of my ComEv." (Note: they had to have at least 2 Class 12's on the ComEv to make it legal, and I guess they couldn't find any willing to give me the appropriate screwing)

Jeff leaned back and said in his most threatening growl, "If you aren't off this post in the next 15 minutes, we'll come back with enough big guys to drag you out."

"Why didn't you say that in the first place?" I asked.

I was packed, out of my office, out to the Quality Inn motel where my wife, baby child and I shared a tiny room, within minutes. I watched tv and layed around for two weeks more, waiting for the ComEv to even convene.

Finally Brian (whatsisname), Sr. C/S Flag MAA, called me into the org. We sat on the back porch of the Ft. Harrison Hotel and discussed calmly my plight. A warm, Florida breeze blew over the swimming pool.

"If you don't report to your new post, you'll get sent to the RPF again." I was told, calmly. I replied, "Being assigned to the RPF is very different from actually *going*." "I'll have to declare you Espee if you don't go."

"You gotta do what you gotta do, and I gotta do what I gotta do." was my priceless reply. That ended our chat.

Later that day I was called back from my motel room to the Ethics Officer (some green recruit) and read my declare for blowing (leaving) Flag.

But I was sitting right there. I instantly flashed on Doc Daneeka from Catch 22.

"How can I be blown if I'm right here?" I asked. She just shrugged. I took it as a sign, packed my wife, infant daughter and all the belongings I could fit into our little VW and drove straight through to the home of some friends in Albaturkey, New Mexico. The end. [I wish]

>"And now he wants to be right
> about that
> by saying he is ''doing humanity a favor''
> when he is trying to enforce
> the publication of the OT-level material!
>
>I think you're confusing Dennis with SCAMIZDAT.
No, like the official clams, Koos-koos has discovered that I am forcing people to do my will by the sheer power of my Suppressiveness (or is that suppressivosity?).

>"He established himself a space
> from which he emitted beauty-waves
> designed to attract thetans, beings without bodies,
> (he himself also [was then] a being without body),
> and when they arrived,
> in the expectancy to find theta [life-force]
> and a good, sane company there,
> he pinned them down [with beams of energy] into unconsciousness
> and implanted in them a thirst...
>
>Jeez, this sounds a lot like Lewis the Lewzer's "how to get women into bed"
>technique. ;-)
Hey, this sounds like good, solid tek. It's all beginning to come back to me now. úÿ [ Continued In Next Message... ]