Cocoons of Ignorance

Friday, 29 January 2010 22:06

"Hey,.....despite your concerns about our church, you should come back in, get squared away and help get our beautiful Ideal Org up and running." the email reads. It keys you in instantly. With that one, seemingly innocent little sentence, an abrasive sequence of mental image pictures flashes across your mind's eye and reminds you of all the reasons why you walked away in the first place.

The email is from a public you haven't heard from since you left. A little red flag goes up and you think it a bit strange that they waited this long to contact you. It's somebody you used to hang out with. Laugh with. Confide in. Somebody you liked. Simply deleting it and carrying on with your life isn't quite as easy as if it had come from a staff recruiter, an SO member or the like. Your first thought is of how badly you'd like to enlighten this old friend. Dangerous territory if you are still technically in good standing, with multiple relatives on the inside. Your next thought is about how you know you'll never go back to that stinking, horrible mess (Courtesy of Thoughtful), until the Midget is expelled and sanity restored. So.....what are you going to do?

Enter in some good, old-fashioned, reactive "stewing".

You solicit the advice of a few trusted souls who themselves had enough common sense to leave the Circus Tent in Midgetville.

Through excellent and thorough two-way-comm (utterly shunned inside the tent), your misemotion settles and you regain your own, true point of view. You pop back into valence. At this point you are better able to take notice of the intense, temporary feeling of terror-stomach you had just experienced. You hadn't felt that way in quite some time. You notice that you'd been just a little too keyed-in for the given situation. A little too reactive, maybe. 'Strange', you think. 'Ah well'. You move on.

You write an email response that says you are glad to hear from them but that you are taking some time off, without going into any slightest detail as to exactly why. Per the advice of the trusted souls, you do, however, leave open a small window of opportunity for this person to possibly offer up any concern they themselves might have about the current state of affairs. You hope that they are perhaps starting to pay some slight attention to the 800lb gorilla, whispering in the back of their mind, that everything is not necessarily okay in Midgetville. You hit "send". You wait. And, annoyingly, your stomach begins to churn again. "Damn!", you exclaim.

That night, you don't sleep too well. In the morning you dart out of bed, blurry-eyed, to see what awaits for you in cyberspace. There it is! You open it: "Understood.....we ought to hook-up and talk." You gulp, and continue reading. "I know what you guys are up to. I know who you all are, and you need to come in, for your own good." A much bigger red flag practically clubs you over the head. Gosh, might there be "others" behind this sudden "re-connection" with your old "friend"? Now you are keyed-in for real. The email reads like a direct threat.....because it is! And a frustratingly ignorant one at that.

You know that nothing good can come out of meeting up with this person. You know that, face-to-face, you'll say too much. You know that you won't back down once your "friend" tries to cut your comm and "change your way of thinking." You're far too passionate about helping people rid themselves of their nasty, Koolaide addictions and, because of this, you'll talk-up a storm. You'll knowingly be putting a bulls-eye on your forehead. Worst of all, your "friend" won't budge one single inch in their pathetically sad and heavily suppressed fear-stance. You agonize for hours. 'What the fuck do I do now?'

Terror stomach in full swing once again, you call upon your trusted souls. Much like an auditing session, the two-way-comm is more than just therapeutic. It's eye-opening! During the lengthy, uptone and causative exchange, you notice your old, happy self resurfacing. It's an amazing phenomenon. You share your views on the best approach to take with your "friend". You compare notes, and through the multiple-viewpoint system you come to realize that a wave of "old friends" are simultaneously "reconnecting" with you and your fellow indie's. Aha! The red flags never fail, if you are able to listen to your more responsible side.

The conversation with your trusted souls carries on. You stand in disbelief at the size and stubborn nature of the ethics blinders with public today, like ping pong paddles, bolted to either side of their craniums. The ideas continue to flow amongst you just a little further.........and a little further........and........suddenly...............BAM!!! The cognition hits you in the kisser like a Mike Tyson roundhouse. Although you may have rather glibly pondered this in the recent past, you suddenly realize like you've never realized before:

Public and staff are incapable of sane communication or viewpoints while under the suppression of David Miscavige!!!

The subsequent cogs pop out of your head like a Jack-In-The-Box! That "terror stomach" you had........it was simply PTS-ness!!! The hard key-ins........PTS-ness!!! Tossing and turning at night......PTS-ness!!! And what causes PTS-ness??? Suppression!!!

It's oh-so-simple, thanks to our founder, L. Ron Hubbard! Sometimes it just takes a real, live demo to re-hash your knowledge. And with this writing, it is hoped that you won't fall into a similar trap. Stay sharp!

You see more than ever that orgs are literal cocoons of ignorance. Forced and threatened ignorance, that is. You decide to send back a final email that will end the comm cycle with zero make-wrong and, at the same time, zero self-invalidation. It takes some doing but you finally nail it. Your Personal Integrity lives to see yet another day!

Phew!!! You've managed, with the help of a few true friends, to narrowly escape the trap of cowardice, PTS-ness and slavery, once again!

Now you are free to move on to help those who are ready to dump the Koolaide out of their cups and begin living again. You re-commit yourself to this purpose. Taking what you've just learned, you busy yourself, flowing power to the Middle Pathers. After all, it was their willingness to help you that gave you the knowledge you needed to be free yourself. :-)

With respect,
Idle Org