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|Tuesday, 02 February 2010 16:09|
Welcome to VenusIf you haven’t read Marty’s post entitled “45 Days in the Hole” you simply have to see it to believe it.
Not that any comment from me is needed, but all of Marty’s posts are consistent with everything I know not only about DM, but especially regarding Lisa Schroer -- from my own observations and experiences, up close and personal. There is no one she wouldn’t knowingly throw under the bus to remain in good standing with DM -- meaning what she said about Marc and Guillaume, and what she did to Debbie thoroughly ring true.
In fact, throwing each other under the bus was the expected convention up there. That’s how the successful executives survive.
The technique of double speak, guilt is innocence/innocence is guilt -- Lisa began practicing decades earlier. And by the time she became DM's little pet it was polished to a high luster. She used to stand every day at muster and denounce staff in the same exact way.
On a slightly lesser scale, what went on in the hole went on every day at Gold muster, Cine product conference, and weekly at Gold staff meeting. The times I heard Lisa lie about people in just this way were numerous. I realized clearly in 2000 that this was the reason she survived, i.e., she embellished everything to worsen it. She never passed on any news without embellishing it. And of course being the "commanding officer" she made life miserable for those she targeted, since her own flock of sycophants, like voracious and blind grub worms sensing vibration in the soil, would go in that direction hopeful for a meal.
These are service facsimiles. A situation that can’t be itsa’ed, requires the creation of a computation (service fac) -- a non-sensical computation that something or someone has to be in a certain condition in order to survive.
"The whole Service Facsimile can be summed up by just this one word—solution. A Service Facsimile is a solution." -- L. Ron Hubbard, P.A.B. No. 126, 15 December 1957, PROBLEMS: HANDLING AND RUNNING
"THE SERVICE FACSIMILE IS THAT COMPUTATION GENERATED BY THE PRECLEAR (NOT THE BANK) TO MAKE SELF RIGHT AND OTHERS WRONG, TO DOMINATE OR ESCAPE DOMINATION AND ENHANCE OWN SURVIVAL AND INJURE THAT OF OTHERS. The Service Facsimile is all of it logical gobbledegook. It doesn’t make good sense. That’s because the pc adopted it where, in extreme cases, he or she felt endangered by something but could not Itsa it. Hence it’s illogical. Because it is senseless, really, the computation escapes casual inspection and makes for aberrated behavior." -- L. Ron Hubbard, HCOB of 1 SEP 1963, ROUTINE THREE SC
"The computation technically is that aberrated evaluation and postulate that one must be consistently in a certain state in order to succeed. The computation thus may mean that one must entertain in order to be alive or that one must be dignified in order to succeed or that one must own much in order to live. A computation is simply stated. It is always aberrated ...These include "I have to be late to be early", "I have to be angry to people to be liked." They are contradictory." -- L. Ron Hubbard, Advanced Procedure and Axioms
In a little shop of horrors where to survive everyone either dramatizes a service fac by choice (or is forced to) like, “You have to throw your friends under the bus to survive” or “The only way to survive is to worsen everything” or my own which was, “To survive you have to make a criminal (DM) look good” nothing decent can last long.
It’s like hanging out on Venus, where the atmosphere is sulfuric acid, the temperature is 860 degrees and the pressure is 92 times greater than on Earth. The direct result of that was the rapid destruction of any decent product. Anything good was “food” to the ravenous staff desperate to report something that looked good was “...actually out-ethics, Sir!” because that’s what DM rewarded. So Marc and Guillaume become “homosexuals”; Debbie, the Captain FSO for 17 years, becomes a “lesbo.” And so many others went that exact same route including myself. Ron Norton was similarly destroyed. Mike Rinder. It’s a list hundreds long. Below the top level hundreds of daily injustices rained down by all those who survived by being a Miscavige Mini Me, hence the constant prattle of “so and so was out ethics,” “so and so is CI” etc.
By 2000, it became obvious to me, that even an OT in that environment could get NOTHING done. I found I could survive -- not happily -- but I found out I was unkillable and that was interesting. I could keep going no matter what. There was a point where further penalties didn’t compress you down any lower.
And I found as an OT, I could sometimes sway things this way or that. I could live in that quagmire, but the immediate question was “Why?” Once created, there was no way to protect any product. The wolf pack descended on products, not just people, and found all manner of things wrong with anything that anyone produced.
So the interesting thing was -- like staff, like product. In the same way that DM, Lisa Schroer, Angie, Jenny (plus about 100 other evil Nazis) visited destruction on the human cargo of Scientology, the were doing the same thing to any and all decent products. A good ad campaign became a “dangerous” ad campaign. A good script became a “suppressive” script. A brilliant eval or solution became a “counter intention” or “an intentional effort to undermine Command Intention.” Even one’s personal belongings were rapidly attacked and eroded by the acidic climate. I remember when Ronnie Miscavige was attacked by DM because he had a BMW. The car was German, so Ronnie was suppressive for supporting Germans. Ronnie was put under house arrest, forbid from leaving the base and forced to get rid of his car.
Thirdly, in additions to people and products, actions also faced the same corrosive winds. Anything you did was rapidly redressed as “suppressive” “destructive” “counter intention,” etc.
Miscavige always characterized mistakes as “intentional!” (something I heard over and over from him).
In other words, here under the most violent attack were all three forms of existence: beingness, doingness and havingness.
The only “products” allowed to survive were actually destructive products, e.g. DM’s event videos and stinking-awful marketing campaigns like Golden Age of Tech, which DM said many times was his own marketing campaign. Same with New Era or Management, Golden Age of OT, Golden Age of Knowledge, and Golden Age of Blubbering Idiocy all of which (except the last) were DM’s own pet marketing campaigns that he used as clubs to beat real marketing people senseless because only HE could do real marketing. Of course DM never said in his speeches that Golden Age of Tech was just a marketing campaign.
With out even the slenderest hope of producing anything positive or beneficial for the world from that location I routed out in 2004.
SadismMy first impression of Lisa Schroer when I met her 20 years before at CMO Int. Within a few hours I concluded she was suppressive. I even managed to run her as a terminal on a PTS Rundown I received in 1990. I would have liked to run some others, but would have been pushing my luck.
About Lisa Schroer I can recommend her as ruthless and morally vacuous as they come. I predict some day she will read these words... and feel nothing. She is an empty husk of a black hole locked in orbit around an even darker void: David Miscavige. And for all her ilk, all I can offer is a small ironic smile that hell on earth is alive and well.
That brings me to another subject. A mildly interesting film I saw recently was called “The Secretary” staring James Spader. I’m no psychoanalyst, but the couple in the film are into sadomasochism. He tortures her, hurts her, humiliates her and they both get off on it. Sound familiar to anyone?
Furthermore, they engage in what looked to me almost like role playing, except they weren’t playing. He gets very angry, she gets very submissive. He punishes her. She cries out. And begs for more.
For an outsider like me, a film about the world of S&M was strange to say the least. Except something unexpected happened. While watching it, a few old dots were finally connected by a very straight line.
Connecting Old Dots
A strange site confronted me years ago. I’d written a script in 1994 that Miscavige was reviewing. I think it was a year or two before I wrote the first “Destination OT” tour video for the FSO. Miscavige called me up to his office and it was like watching a Punch and Judy puppet show. Miscavige was both puppeteer and puppet.
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