Busted! Part Six

We will be going off in a small tangent, an important part of my leaving story.

My nephew Griffin, pictured with me above was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a particularly aggressive childhood cancer, with slim survival chances.

I hadn’t had a chance to talk to my brother before I had been pulled into security and put under 24 hour watch.

I had no phone access and, honestly, I am not sure I had his phone number.

And now I was going to get an SP declare.

Which meant my brother may refuse to talk to me. I had no idea what his thoughts were about Scientology. He had mentioned to me a few years earlier that he didn’t want anything to do with Scientology ever again. I didn’t know if he was just saying that in a moment of emotion from just finding out about his son’s diagnosis.

But with me being SP declared, he would have to choose between me or my mom.

I was also conflicted about even telling him because that decision is a lot of for anyone, let alone a father dealing with a child with cancer.

I wondered if I was being selfish trying to keep my brother in my life. It was me who was suppressive and maybe, if Scientology was possibly true, I could not take that chance away from my brother or his family.

Maybe Scientology could help their son. I didn’t like Scientology myself but it wasn’t my place to decide for him or his family.

As you can see, it was very, very conflicted and difficult for me.

I couldn’t ask my mom to find out from my brother. She was a hard core Scientologist who would do anything to keep my brother “in good standing” with Scientology.

She wasn’t going to help me. Security and Wella wouldn’t either.

I was stuck. I had no way to talk to him before being booted out.

I was very, very worried about abandoning my brother and his family.

This was all going through my mind as I was going through my handlings, which was the interrogations, reading and re-reading Hubbard material and manual labor.

After I tried to take off, as covered in part five, it seemed pretty quick that they were moving forward to getting me gone.

I had been getting interrogation sessions on the e-meter and the question they kept asking me was if I had any plans to speak out negatively about Scientology.

Ha! Little did they know!

I had to have a “floating needle” on it to be able to leave. Finally I had the floating needle.

And so I was done with that step!

Now I just had to sign the OSA documents…..

To be continued……