Scientology is what it is…Pure Horseshit!

I joined the insanity named Scientology in 1974 in Cedar Rapids, Iowa when I was 18 years old, and it only took me three months to declare this Org a crock, and blow for good.

Whe I joined, I was nieve, homeless, and hungry.  Anyhow, I started as a letter stuffer, working 9 to 12 hours a day, for my room, board, and food. I was a content worker bee for a while, as I saw this work as only 3 hots and a cot, until something better came along. To be honest, I did not know about Scientology, nor did I care. All I knew is that I was eating regularly, and had a roof over my head.

 

Then I was asked to join the Sea Org.

My first day in recruitment was my last. Less than 12 hours into Sea Org training, I asked myself the classic question:

Hey, dude… what’s wrong with this picture?

The first game I played with these clowns was something called “Find The Org”. It was a day long affair where men and women dressed in these silly looking black sailor suits with white  officer’s hats  told you to find the Org  here, there and everywhere.  Then, thier speech started going funny, and they would say something like, “Org, neplasta, sotana gig.”

Anyhow, when I was released to my room for the night, my mind was saying, WTF is this shit?

Needless to say, I  blew for good  late that night, and never looked back.

Best decision I ever made.

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