The Greatest Harm for The Greatest Number of Dynamics

I sat in a tiny room on the ground floor of Building 36 in front of me a stack of blank sheets of legal size paper and a blue pen. I'd been there for hours. I could hear screaming from the cubicle next door, slamming fists on desks - someone was getting a "severe reality adjustment" -- a phrase proudly coined by David Miscavige. After all, it was their turn, mine had come and gone. I was numb, used to these. It didn't matter much. I had even managed to look bored.  I was writing up my "crimes."

Gerald Duncan (the Dir I&R Gold) had been by and had seen that I'd managed to write a page and a half, but my mind was now blank. I was tired. I figured I'd write up my conditions, I had been assigned treason for being late for muster. So I sat and wrote up my formula.

I'd always "been good at" writing up condition formulas, tragically they have always been pushed on me. I never got any gains from them until now. But back to the cubicle, I started writing up my Doubt formula and got to the step to Decide on the basis of the greatest good for the greatest number of dynamics whether the group should be attacked, harmed or help (and so on - I’m writing from memory).

At that moment I realized it was really best for me to get the hell out of there, and do so effectively. But I just there only had started to realize that it was really best for my dynamics for me to be able to sleep, and eat and be able to get better care for my body.

I recalled a cognition I had on the PTS S/P course that it was really bad that I could not have children and that this was indeed being suppressed and that my marriage lacked the privacy and ability to make decisions. It dawned on me that my own 2D was hindered and that it would be best to be able to CREATE and creation was heavily suppressed.

Also on post I was obviously failing, somehow the comradeship I had felt at the beginning of my career in the SO was gone. Most of my "friends" would write me up, turn on me in a heartbeat if I breathed the wrong way, and the ARC was just gone. In its place was a strange feeling of pressure and paranoia.

Plenty of times while walking from building to building some exec or someone from a senior org would scream at me to run (because I was in ethics trouble - or because my division at the time was considered the scum of the earth) so slowly I'd break into a sort of zombie-like limping jog which would infuriate that person. But one's head was always on a swivel, because there were people around that would more than often make life miserable.

But at the base one was brainwashed to think one was somehow a degraded being or worse. The truly frightening driving force during my time in the S.O. Was the threat of going to the RPF.

It scared me.

I had already spent two of the longest years of my life there and I'd rather be dead then be there again. By the way Tommy says the RPF is a voluntary religious retreat, there is nothing voluntary or religious and it is definitely the farthest thing from a retreat!

Life at Gold was pretty damn far from it, getting weekly nerve wrecking meter checks, Gerald Duncan saying "my meter doesn't lie."  Spike Bush, Grounds I/C was never in trouble, yet he was THE most unproductive person on the base and was also one of the most insane. He was the type that did well in that environment fit most of the characteristics of an SP - he must have had some kind of leverage with DM, but I remember well one night in the Garage when a young kid from CMO Gold told him to get his FO 38 in (Etiquette) and him yelling to the kid, "... I'll tear your fucking head off and shit down your throat!" The kid ran off crying.

This is now somewhat humorous, but it does serve as an example of the kind of commonplace barbarity that would go on there.

Anyway, I really didn't feel I was making any kind of impact on the fourth dynamic anymore. I had virtually no connection with animals or plants, I owned virtually nothing - so it was clear to me then that I needed to leave. Life was empty and I wanted out. So I wrote the complete opposite in order to be allowed to go to berthing one last time...

I now see that the worst crimes in Scientology have been perpetrated in the name of "The Greatest Good for The Greatest Number of Dynamics".  

The greatest good for the greatest number of dynamics has been a huge tool for brainwashing and perpetrating lies - ultimately turning the greatest good for the greatest number of dynamics into the greatest harm for the greatest number of dynamics.  I was talked out of having kids because it was "the greatest good" NOT to have them. Countless women were talked into abortions - murder in the name of "the greatest good for the greatest number of dynamics..." Thankfully I never had to do that, but I do feel ashamed for some of the things I've done. I watched ABC’s "Four Corners" report recently and realize that this tool used in reverse is a huge tool in the Church of Reverse Scientology.

Tommy Davis the "church" Spokesliar delivered another stunning performance by the way when he was asked about PIs trailing the Headleys and about forced abortions. Its on you tube, and it is priceless.

People we're talking about A RELIGION that forces women to have abortions and then lies about it!!

Not even the branch Davidians of Waco do these things like hire PIs, character assassination, vampire regging, child forced labor (the SO makes Malaysian sweat shops seem like Disneyland), human trafficking, disconnection - and this one is one of the worst, and Tommy makes it sound like every religion practices it! News to you Tommy: no they don't!  Religions that last are tolerant and have gone through transformation periods, but they have for the most part strived to do good. The Church of Scientology is on a self-destruction course, as most of its actions of late are destructive, and Tommy is doing more harm to the church's image than the "whistleblowers" themselves!

It is NOT the greatest good for the greatest number of dynamics to deny women of motherhood! It is the greatest evil to the greatest number of dynamics to deny life and creation. It scars women and fills them with lifelong regret - absolutely agonizing to see. In fact it even suppresses the very motto of the Sea Organization: "We Come Back".

What kind of perverse mechanism exists in Tommy's head? He knows all the claims are true. He knows they are true. He's starting to remind me of Jim Carey in "Fun with Dick and Jane" e.g., the hilarious scene when Jim acts as a spokesperson for a criminal company going bankrupt. Or better yet he's starting to sound a lot like Scott McLellan, Bush crime family spokesliar when he was really getting frayed around the edges. At lest he was getting paid generously, Tommy the floormat isn't even making money for all the bullshit he spews, or is he?  

I've said this before, but LRH describes Tommy to a "T" in mission earth as the character "J. Warbler Madman."

A prominent "Scientologist" asked me if I was going to go back in the SO - I told her with no comm lag "No.”  Shocked, she asked why.  My response, "because, I'm not whacked out of my mind!" Apparently, this enturbulated her.

It was liberating.

Written by Arthur Doyle