The Sea Org is next level illogic part one

“Yeah Sunny,” my step-dad, Erik (pictured here with me) starts saying, “they said it’s stomach cancer. I’ve got a few weeks left to live. I’ve always wanted to fly over the Grand Canyon in a helicopter. Maybe if I am feeling ok, I’ll have a chance soon.”

This is the third time someone close to me has told me they have cancer and have weeks left to live. It’s always in a “matter of fact” manner. I hate these conversations. But that’s selfish of me. I must be strong and be a great example of an OT and a Sea Org member.

Unfortunately for me, I was still wasting time in Venezuela, doing nothing. See, I was part of the Universe Corps, and my job was to get the Scientology staff onto the OT Levels.

Yeah, that was never going to happen.

The OT Level material would never be allowed in a country with so much political unrest.

My step-dad was a Sea Org member in Los Angeles.

After the call with my step-dad, I called back to my seniors in New World Corps to get permission to come home to be with my mom and step-dad through this difficult time.

No , they said. You can’t just leave. What you are doing there is too important.

What WAS I doing there? Playing solitaire on the computer. Writing recruitment letters in english to Spanish speaking prospects. Working out the floor plans for when and where OT materials will go.

ETA: I was doing jack sh&t. Nothing. Nada.

It was a waste of time.

They told me that the only way I would be allowed to go is if I get a replacement for myself. Ha.

So I’ve got to find a Venezuelan, sign them for a billion year contract, get them a Visa for the US, get them to learn english, go Clear and OT, train them at least to be a course supervisor (that line-up is at least a few months) and get them back to cover for me.

My step-dad would be dead before this person even got a Visa approved.

I tried to talk logic. Nope. They refused to let me see my step-dad without someone to step in for me.

I could not believe what I was hearing.

The only thing I could do was get myself in ethics trouble enough to get recalled back to Los Angeles. There was absolutely no other way for me to get approval to see my dying step-dad.

Yeah. Nuts. But that’s really how Hubbard policy is.

It doesn’t matter if it’s illogical. It’s policy and we follow it 100%.

Yeah, so I got myself in ethics trouble and got myself ordered back to Los Angeles “immediately” and “be here in 24 hours or you will be SP declared.”

Yeah. Except this is Venezuela. And there is a gas strike.

To be continued…..