This photo cracks me up. It’s my son and his friend dressed up for Halloween years ago. It’s fitting for today’s article.
If y’all need a spoiler alert, here it is.
Did y’all notice that after the abuses were exposed about Lumon Industries, the abused staff got more incentives: hall passes, more snacks in the vending machine and added games such as pineapple bobbing. Wow.
I know it sounds insane, right? How are any of these additions having anything to do with fixing the wrongs? Absolutely nothing.
Even so, it’s quite the opposite of what happens in the Sea Org.
See, ANY complaint, real or imagined, gets looked at like this: anyone who complains is hiding something.
And so, that person who complained would be sent in for long days of interrogations, separation from the group (other Sea Org members) and treated as a pariah.
I remember an elderly, overweight man we had on the RPF program (Scientology’s gulag program for the wayward) named Pat, who had enough. The program was too much for him. He physically could not handle it anymore.
And so he “blew”, which is an unauthorized departure from Scientology.
The man-hunt for Pat was huge. He was being searched for not only on all Scientology properties, including berthing, but an all-out hunt was on. We were at the train stations and airports looking for him.
There were people behind the scenes looking to see if he had booked any travel arrangements and to where.
He was located and made to return. Yes, he got to “unload” his complaints and concerns. But nobody was there to hear them. They were only noted down to find out if he, Pat, had done any of the things he was complaining about.
See. If he said he felt like the hours were too long and he needed more time to sleep, he was interrogated on “times he made someone stay up to do a project and not let them sleep”. Food not good, interrogation on “times you made bad food”.
It’s always been this way in the Sea Org. See, they believe their work is too important. Petty complaints mean nothing to them.
Every complaint is addressed in this manner.
No pineapple bobbing, no extra fruit snacks in the vending machine, no extra hall passes.
But, I’d rather be Severed than go back to the Sea Org life.
No thank you. Ever.
Oh my God, you’re so right. You unlocked my memories—when I was complaining about being forced to work 18-hour shifts and the sec check that followed.