Busted! Part five

Finally my guiltiness or GUILTINESS (as opposed to “innocence”) was determined by the Committee of Evidence, the geniuses assigned to get to the truth of the matter and their proposal was approved.

During this time, my mother was allowed to visit me. She came almost every day to see me. I would say those last weeks/months when I was in trouble was the most my mom ever saw of each other in our entire lives.

It was her who told me that I was getting declared a Suppressive Person. She was begging me to come clean and show some ethics change.

I didn’t see why I should. The gig was up. I was being fully and completely punished. And yes, I will admit that I was very, very excited to be SP declared. It meant they would never bother me again.

My SP declare was approved in Feb 2003. I was still there on Scientology property getting my “handlings” for three more months.

Handlings? You ask? What handlings?

Reading the same Scientology ethics information over and over and over. Clean Hands Make a Happy Life, Personal Values and Integrity, You Can Be Right. These are all the Hubbard bulletins I was to read and “understand”.

And…. Of course, more interrogations. These were done with me attached to the e-meter so I could be better guided to spill my sins.

I was polite about it, but it was simply none of their god-damned business.

Burt Joseph was the first one to interrogate me. He was clearly angry with me, which he isn’t allowed to be as an auditor. But I was a Suppressive, so, Fair Game, I am, I guess.

Then I was switched to Ros Reece, who got me through the steps pretty quickly.

After a few months of really slow progress, and, some days, no progress at all, I got sick of it all and I marched out of the basement room and off the property. Wella followed me.

I walked down to Santa Monica Blvd and turned to Wella and demanded my ID and passport so I could leave. I was sick and tired of waiting around.

Wella told me I had to call Alex Duvall to get them. I didn’t even have two dimes to make the call on a payphone. Wella had to lend me that money to call Alex.

And so I called him and demanded my ID and passport. He told me he had them in security and to come get them if I want them.

I suspected if I went back they would coerce, manipulate and gaslight me to stay.

He kept repeating that he couldn’t leave (like he was watching the cameras) so I would have to come to him.

So Wella and I walked back to security and Alex, in his kind and manipulative way, convinced me to stay and finish the ethics program steps, because then I would get the $500 severance pay to help me land on my feet.

Ugh.

I sold my soul for $500 and went back in. He convinced me it wouldn’t be much longer.

And so I went back into the dark basement and sat back down at that same effing table I had been staring at for months.

And read and reread the same ethics and personal integrity bullshit I was sick of reading.

So, what was the hold up?

To be continued……