As announced on Marty’s blog, the first Independent Scientologist wedding was held at Mike and Christie’s house in Tarpon Springs, Florida on Saturday, July 3rd. Mike Rinder was the Scientology minister. It was a joyful occassion to say the least and you will soon be able to watch it yourself on video.

On Sunday, July 4th, was the first Annual Independent’s Day party!  I designed a logo, a flag, and a couple of banners for the occassion. There was a pool party, great stories, great food cooked by Mike and even fireworks. While Jackson and Michael Laws were lighting fireworks, a PI hired by the Church rolled to a stop a few yards down the lane aiming for the fireworks and people who were standing in the middle of the quiet neighborhood street. The PI floored the accelerator. Jackson stood his ground and the PI swerved at the last minute failing to do any damage at all.

Coffee shop protest

So the next morning we all had coffee at Starbucks in downtown Clearwater across from the Flag training building and the Coachman Building on the corner of Ft Harrison and Cleveland.

Secretive Scientology security guards watched from a safe distance. As soon as they saw my camera, they scurried away which got everyone in our crowd laughing. Tiziano walked over and caught them trying to figure out who was present by comparing photos on a clipboard. He said I can tell you who's there. It's not a secret!

Dramatizing the missed withhold of near manslaughter from the night before, OSA took drastic action by demanding an armed SWAT team from Clearwater police... okay, come on I'm joking about the SWAT team, but these total goony birds DID call the police! Can you imagine how insane that must appear to the Clearwater police -- to call the police on a bunch of well dressed people having coffee at Starbucks? Oh, brother. Anyway, a lone officer arrived who pointed out it was not against the law to drink coffee. Jim Logan got in comm with him and he was a sharp and intelligent professional gentleman who clearly understood the real situation. This brings up an interesting situation which is the reality gap. When one refuses to deal in reality... what happens? Well, I'm sure if Rod Serling was here he would tell us that as one journeys into unreality he or she finally arrives at the last waystop: delusion -- as illustrated in the curious case of the Church of Miscavige. In situations like this, when the rest of the world is just dumbfounded at how whacking crazy the Church is acting, the DM-bots are doing high fives -- congratulating themselves for "putting in ethics!" It's no different from some guy just ripping someone apart in the city park... only no one else is there... and giving high fives to a tree. Everyone else is looking at him and thinking "Wow, that guy has been sniffing crazy glue."  The reality gap is getting wider and wider.

Of course we had a good time at our coffee shop protest with plenty of laughter, stories and smiles.

After the party, those with an early plane went to the beach while others went fishing. At Clearwater beach, the sea gulls swarm around like IAS regs after money.

I noticed that David Miscavige’s intentionally unfinished 12-year building project to scam Church parishioners out of hundreds of millions is still “incomplete” -- why finish it as long as it works as a cash cow?

And downtown Clearwater which once thrived is now largely deserted since no one is allowed to do any shopping. So much for supporting local businesses. Here is what actually happened: (1) Through RTC Reps David Miscavige declared going shopping “out ethics.” (2) By cutting off customers, he starved out local businesses and drove them into bankruptcy, (3) Any liquid cash brought by Scientology public could then more easily be re-routed into the pockets of David Miscavige via the IAS for “urgent Church programs and defense” but really so David Miscavige can live wealthy. Because Sea Org staff and public are not allowed to come and go freely, he is basically a slave-holder shielded by a cloak of religion, dealing in human trafficking and growing rich through extortion.

But alas, Miscavige’s master plan has backfired: the “friendliest place in the world” is a ghost town.

BTW, according to Shelly Miscavige before she “disappeared,” Dave was having an affair with Jenny De Vocht. God, it’s good to be free from that immoral, hellish perversion of everything L. Ron Hubbard stood for.

Written by Thoughtful

SPYMASTER MISCAVIGE CAUGHT RED HANDED (...again)

“1.1 -- Uses sly means of controlling others, especially hypnotism.

“1.1 -- Ingenious and vicious perversions of truth. Covers lying artfully.

“1.1 -- Nullifies others to get them to level where they can be used. Devious and vicious means. Hypnotism, gossip. Seeks hidden control.” (LRH - Science of Survival)

Ever hear the word “pretexting”?  Pretexting is a ruse where a private investigator lies about his identity or purpose to obtain data about another individual they can use to their advantage. This article is intended to warn you so you are prepared and won’t be caught off guard.

Pretexting is the act of creating and using an invented scenario (the “pretext”) to engage a targeted victim in a way that will likely result in victim divulging information or doing something that gives the other side an advantage. This is often done through a phone call or a text message. Examples to follow.

More than just a lie, it most often involves some prior research or setup and the use of assumed information for impersonation (e.g., date of birth, Social Security Number, last bill amount) to establish legitimacy in the mind of the target.

This technique has been used on myself, and on two other occasions when by a fluke I happened to be standing there: with Mike Rinder and another time Marty.

The ploy is intended to trick you into disclosing information such as your exact location. It’s run by private investigators working for Church attorneys.

A pretexter may use a variety of strategies to obtain personal information. In one scenario, for example, the pretexter might call an individual claiming affiliation with a phone company, survey firm or credit agency. In another scenario, a pretexter might claim to be a customer, client or employee of a company to gain access to phone or electronic records.

My experience

Last month I went to Los Angeles as a witness in an upcoming trial involving the Church of Miscavige

The night before I left, Miscavige wanted to know where I was so made seven pretexting attempts to find out where I was -- four text messages and three phone calls as follows. Now in their case, they mix it up with a little hacking:

7:31 PM 
PHONE CALL from 1 (214) [displaying my own cell phone number so it looked like my own phone was calling me]  TX, USA

7:32 PM
PHONE CALL from 1 (214) [displayed my own cell phone number]  TX, USA

7:33 PM
TEXT MESSAGE from 1 (410) 000-001:
FMR: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it
MSG:Your account is over the limit please call 866-377-0940 ext 2592 to resolve this issue if we don’t hear from you the account will be disconnected(End)

7:43 PM
TEXT MESSAGE from 1 (410) 000-002:
FMR: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it
MSG:Your account is over the limit please call 866-377-0940 ext 2592 to resolve this issue if we don’t hear from you the account will be disconnected(End)

8:07 PM
PHONE CALL from 1 (214) 911-9111  TX, USA
This one I answered by accident. A woman said, “Hi, this is Sarah from the 911

8:09 PM
PHONE CALL from 1 (214) [displayed my own cell phone number]  TX, USA

9:25 PM
TEXT MESSAGE from 1 (410) 000-003:
FMR: This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it
MSG:Your phone repair is ready for pick up. please call 866-574-9536 ext 2000 thank you for choosing att

At right is a photograph of that last text message I received.

In addition, there were 113 failed attempts to hack into Scientology-cult.com on the same day, a spike.

How stupid is this?

I think I know who they've hired for their PI work. Napoleon Dynamite... who sub-leased the work out to his brother Kip... who in turn gave the job to his moron Uncle, the one who lives in an old van. I mentioned by sheer cooincidence I happened to be standing with Mike and later with Marty when the Church pulled the same stunt. But how do I know for sure it was the Church? Well, when it happened with Mike, I took a photograph of his phone.

You'll note the phone number is the SAME.

Written by Thoughtful

When he first announced the project to make training films for Academy students, LRH let us know that we would also be the actors in the films. The first shooting script was issued to the crew and we learned that it was called The Professional TR Course. There were about 30 scripts for tech films and he starts with the most fundamental of fundamentals, TRs.

We read the script and the story was, as many know, about a lousy field auditor who gets put through the wringer on a TRs course and is thus able to now get good results on his preclears. Believe it or not, the script did not read as a comedy, which the final product assuredly was. LRH just got the essentials down: the shot, the setting, the action, the characters and their dialogue.

We began discussing who should try out for which part. I was being pushed to try out for the lead character, Joseph Aaronberg Howard, and I wasn't altogether sure whether this was meant to be a reflection of my past auditing, though I hadn't really worked as a field auditor, just mission staff. But from some of my early TRs critiques it was pretty evident that I definitely could play the part of the bumbling Joe Howard. LRH set about to make sure I could play Joe Howard at the end of the film as well.

A few of us tried out for the lead role and I got the part. LRH sent me congratulations and began sending me despatches about what was expected, simply that this film was going to be the model of TRs for all Academy students in the world. Gee, is that all, Sir?

The auditors had resumed sending TR tapes back to LRH when he returned to the base at New Years and the responses were pretty good all around as I recall. I was auditing a couple of his messengers and would tape sessions and send them up for critiques. The replies were very helpful. LRH had a knack for zeroing in on the most major departure and commenting on that alone, which made it clear what you had to work on in cramming before your next submission. I was really proud when I received one tape back that was a pass. I think I was one of the first or maybe the first to get a pass.

Auditing a session was one thing and demonstrating TRs on film was another, however.  One evening we assembled in the studio for some rehearsals. I was running through a scene and was playing it a little stiff, which is a kind self-assessment on my part. In reality, LRH must have thought he was trying to direct a pine log. He asked me what was going on and I said, truthfully, that I had a bit of attention on the camera. It wasn't even a real camera or certainly one that didn't have film in it. He handled my origination as evidenced by the fact that today I can't remember exactly what he said and the rest of the rehearsal went fine.

The next morning Rich Cohen, the new Qual Sec came to me saying we were going to go in session. "What for?" I said. "I don't need a session. I'm doing great."

"You have an LRH C/S in your folder," Rich replied, and off to session we went. LRH had C/Sed me to handle any engrams, etc., on the subject of cameras by running them out with Dianetics using good old R3R. Later that year, LRH issued the datum that someone who was Clear or OT should not be run on Dianetics. I feel fortunate that I made it under the wire because that session had the most immediate demonstrable effect on my case of any Dianetics I have received. Before that session I'd had no idea the devious uses a camera lens had. Guns, rays, lasers, all kinds of weapons can masquerade as a harmless camera. And I certainly had had my share of misadventures on all flows in that regard. Rich did a great job and from that day forward I've never had even a hint of camera shyness and certainly no attention whatsoever in front of a film camera. My unknowns regarding cameras got thoroughly handled in that single session. Clearly, LRH was going to use all the tools as his disposal to make a good film even if the lead actor can't sit calmly in front of a firing squad--errrr, film camera.

The film was a do it yourself project all the way. The old date packing plant was the studio. Two large storage sheds served as the costumes and make up areas. The Estates carpenters became the sets and props fabricators and sets began to show up in the studio. The opening scenes show Joe doing his routine TR renditions on a series of his preclears. The sets for these shots were meant to contribute to the mood of the scene and LRH went over the top in pushing that notion. He found resources that talked about mood lines in works of art, architecture and design and he applied them heavily in dressing and lighting these sets. Everything, sets, props, costumes, make up and lighting pushed the mood of the scene being filmed. LRH wanted no mistake made that these were the bad TRs. Of course, as an auditor, these were immensely fun to do. Chewing gum, doping off, hammering the meter when it won't work--it was fun to dramatize all the things that we as auditors do all the time in real sessions! (Just joking, people.)

I recall one scene where the preclear, Pam Daugherty, goes into a sad effect as a result of Joe's utter lack of TR 2. At the end of the scene she slumps down in her chair and the meter leads slide off the table, paralleling the depressing mood of the shot. LRH had Waldo lying just out of frame with a string tied to the leads and he pulled them at just the right moment to make them fall off the table. (Well, after the third of fourth take he did.) As I said, LRH crammed everything into every shot to forward the message he was trying to communicate.

One day I was in the make up shed and in walked LRH and a couple of messengers. He was wearing his opera cape and had on his black stetson and looked really sharp and was in a great mood. He wanted to run me through my lines for an upcoming scene where I'm auditing a pc through an engram on her feet.

"Let's hear your lines," he said.

I went through my scene including the line, "Scan through to the end of the incident."

LRH pulled out the script. "That's not how the line goes in the script. It says here, 'Move through to the end of the incident."

"Yes, I know, Sir," I back flashed, "but an actor has the right to vary his lines and Step C of R3R is 'Scan through to the end of the incident.' Every auditor in the world says it that way."

I was merely being a good soldier and saving the embarrassment of a wrong command going out in one of the tech films. Of course, LRH saw this as not only a red flag but a red skyrocket the size of Titan missile.

"What?" LRH said. "Get me the Dianetics pack," he said to a messenger who scurried off to Qual to find the pack. In a few minutes she was back and LRH opened it up to the Holy Grail of R3R procedure, BTB (I forget the date now) ROUTINE 3 REVISED, ENGRAM RUNNING BY CHAINS.

"I didn't write this," LRH said. "It's wrong. If the pc just scans through the incident he won't get enough charge off to unburden the chain."

And that was the conception of New Era Dianetics, which would be born several months later in July of 1978. Undoubtedly, NED would have eventually made its way into the world, but it was undoubtedly hastened by my fortunately unfortunate remark that morning.

Written by Joe Howard

After the FBI raid, LRH took off and if was radio silence from July until January 1978. However, plans were already in place to begin shooting technical training films. Sometime in 1977, LRH had mentioned to one of the key crew at WHQ, Stuart Moreau, that he had always wanted to make training films to show students how to do TRs and metering correctly. Stu said he would build him a film studio and, as far as I know, that was the genus of today's tech films.

There was an old date packing plant on the property and Stuie and the Estates guys got onto renovating it into something that would serve as a film studio. It wasn't large, maybe only 50 or 60 feet on a side with maybe 10 or 12 foot high ceilings and a couple of smaller rooms off against one of the walls, but it would do. Work on this continued throughout the rest of 1977 until LRH's return.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew (there were only around 60 or 70 total on the base including Commodore's Messengers, GO staff and LRH External Comm people) began doing an Actor's Course under the direction of Fred Hare, the legendary St. Hill and GO personality of "conning Jack Campbell" fame. Fred had been active in the theater before his St. Hill days and he set up an Actor's Course checksheet using a basic text entitled "An Actor Prepares."

The crew put in some time on the course over and above their usual study time throughout the fall so at least there would be some rudimentary understanding of acting amongst the crew, who were to be the performers in the films.

Right around New Years 1978 there was a tremendous flurry of activity at the base. Those of us not in the know had no idea what was going on but things got real active for many days. There were lots of fires going in the big fireplace outside near one of the swimming pools. Tons, probably, of sensitive documents were being disposed of. All hands clean up of the entire base went on to make the place presentable. In Qual, we undertook was seemed to me to be the dumbest activity I had ever seen: we went through pc folders and with razor blades cut out from worksheets any mentions of LRH.

Soon after New Year's the reason for all the activity became obvious: LRH returned. Some messengers had been up for days without sleep and collapsed. But the mood on the base was very high: the Boss had come back home.

LRH wasted no time getting back on the lines. He started calling for session tapes from Qual and when these didn't show any improvement from the ones he had seen the past July he came down hard on Qual Sec Rick Merwin, who none of us particularly liked and were glad to see leave the base along with the rest of the GO staff and his wife Nikki who was Mary Sue's right hand assistant. LRH did an analysis of what had gone in Qual since he'd left and concluded that Merwin basically sabotaged his efforts to train the auditors in correct auditor beingness. If Merwin ever returned to the base  he was not to be on an executive post but be posted as a carpenter. He considered the lack of progress of the auditors quite serious.

LRH was not one for mincing words or actions. In mid January when he found out that one of the auditors had mishandled the CO of WHQ, Wayne Marple and that Wayne was laid up with a bad back, he assigned the entirety of Qual 75 hours of amends for allowing this to happen to the CO, stating in the WHQ ED assigning the amends, "There is such a thing as auditor conscience." We weren't quite sure that this all meant, but we for sure knew that he meant business. We began getting up early to put in time white gloving a dusty warehouse full of LRH's gear before post time. Before too long, though, that amends project got buried beneath more pressing matters. In fact, a few months later, we were spending our libs day putting in time on our amends and LRH was next door shooting. He came out during a break and when he found out what we were doing, he said to get out of here and take our libs. He could see that the point had been made and that basically ended cycle for him on his original point. We were happy to comply and headed off the nearby Palm Springs for a movie and dinner. But I digress.

One day in mid-January word came down that were were going to begin working on the tech films. Scheduled first was a sort of shake down cruise called "Get Your Feet Wet." This was a day of shooting in the newly renovated DPP (Date Packing Plant) where the crew could get used to the mechanics of film shooting and allow us to "get our feet wet."

Someone had written up a couple of scripts, short scenes really, that were meant to familiarize the crew with how film shooting was done. Believe me, not one of us had a goddam clue. These were auditors, estates carpenters, galley hands, messengers and the like. Not one professional cameraman, sound man, set dresser, makeup artist or actor among the bunch of us. It was strictly, in the best LRH tradition, do it yourself all the way. I don't mean that sarcastically. LRH didn't achieve what he did in his lifetime by waiting for others to show him how. He decided what he wanted to do and he started right in.

LRH had a couple 16 mm film cameras and some sound recording equipment from his lecturing days. A unit was set up in LA, MEAM (an acronym for something about equipment acquisition) and they started buying up lights, sets and props materials and everything needed to make a film.

At any rate, I got cast as an actor in one of these beginning skits. I was the clueless husband who comes home from work and finds his wife a little missed withholdy and also finds a man's cap on his favorite chair. The mystery stemming from my inability to spot out-points soon gives way to a sense of good fortune when I find out that the cap fits. Now that I think of it, these practice scripts could only have been written by LRH.

He, of course, had the post of Director. He was the only one who had the vaguest idea of what was going on. As a crew, we were willing but utterly unhatted, so he exercised great patience on these first shoots. Terri Gamboa had worked with LRH during the Photoshoot Org days in the Caribbean and Don Bateman apparently knew something about cameras, so they became the Camera personnel. DM and Marc Yager became the video team. LRH realized that a great film saving and time saving action was to shoot the scene rehearsals on video and view them back, making any needed corrections and when satisfied everything was okay only then shoot it on film. David Wilson, who was LRH's sound recordist at the time, along with Marc Ferriera, an electrician, were the sound guys. Different people who had some sort of experience in other areas were assigned to other departments. If you could sew, you went into costumes. If you had used makeup, you went into makeup. Hammer and saws guys went into sets. A tall guy like Robbie Robinson, who was about 6' 6'' became a gaffer (a lighting guy).

I think we did a couple of indoor shoots and then a couple days later an outdoor shoot was scheduled. Outdoor shoots require different lighting techniques and sound recording techniques and different camera settings, all of which is very complex and which I never had much interest in. The night before the outdoor shoot it rained and was stormy the next morning and so the CO, Wayne Marple, cancelled the shoot. Big mistake of his part.

LRH hit the roof when he found out. We were down in Qual going about our usual post actions when word came down that the shoot was going to go ahead as planned and we had better get out onto the location on the double. I'll never forget the sight as I hustled outside. It was a blustery morning and the sun was peeking in and out of the clouds. Needles from the tamarisk trees and palm fronds were blowing this way and that and up the path in an equally blustery mood came LRH. He wore a black stetson and had on an opera cape that billowed out behind him in the wind and he was pissed. He had intended to begin shooting at 9:00 a.m. and nothing like a little old cross order from the org CO was going to stop him. I watched in amazement, but only for a moment, as the weather matched his mood perfectly. The guy could really thunder when circumstances called for it.

The shoot began, albeit late, and the skit that day had something to do with a girl in a bikini out by a swimming pool. I forget the specifics. I think my job that day was holding sunny boards, the square silver reflective boards that were used to direct the sunlight around the scene. Once shooting began LRH's mood lightened up considerably as he got down to the actions of shooting outdoor scenes. In my experience LRH was never one to hang onto things. Once something was handled, that was it and all was forgiven. He truly had an ability to observe when a condition had changed and he was the most fluid person in life of any I've ever been around. Everybody knows someone who blows up at the drop of a hat or makes a mountain out of a mole hill. LRH could probably do both (I never saw him mess with any mole hills so that's why I say probably) but he always reacted in present time to the circumstances that existed at the moment. I'm not trying to paint a Pollyanna picture here but my personal experiences with him were that he truly lived in the moment and dealt with what was in front of him always with an eye to getting a product. LRH lived for production and I've been told this by messengers who worked very closely with him for years.

That day the clouds gave us problems the whole time as the light levels changed almost continually, but LRH took it all in stride; his only admonishments were for everybody to be in their places when the sun came back out, because we didn't know how much time we'd have to get the shot in the can.

Early in the afternoon there was a cloudburst and he told us all to take a break and grab some lunch so we secured the gear and went over to Palms where sandwiches were waiting. I went outside after eating and saw another sight I'd never seen before or since. Off to the east as the sky cleared, I saw a perfectly formed double rainbow, large and crystal clear. The entire day had been a metaphor for me personally and I wonder what the rest of the crew took from the experience.

These Get Your Feet Wet shoots seemed to be going well and I felt that in a month or two of drilling and practice we'd be ready to get down to business.

In LRH's world, however, I soon learned that was added time in the extreme and an outpoint of magnitude.

Written by Joe Howard