The Sea Org is Next Level Illogic conclusion

When I was in the RPF as a teenager, my mom had flown to Los Angeles from New York, where she was posted.

She came to visit me to ask me for my permission for her to get married to someone she had met in New York, another Sea Org member named Erik. I found it very strange and unexpected to be asked this.

In my mind, our lives were separate and she could do what she wanted. I was already on my own for years by that point.

I don’t know, maybe she was just excited that she had met him and wanted to share it with me.

Anyway, she flew back to New York and got married. Since I was in the RPF, it didn’t even occur to me to ask permission to go to the wedding. It was unlikely to get approved, because there was no PR reason for me to have to go. It was just a couple of Sea Org members getting married.

Sadly, since then my mom has gotten married and divorced so many times that we lost count.

But soon after I was off the RPF, both my mom and Erik ended up transferred to LA area.

And so for a time we kinda had a family dynamic. I have to say that I really liked Erik.

He was always friendly and smiling, even when getting the dirty work done in the Sea Org.

We even enjoyed some time together on Christmases.

After I was back from Venezuela, I was under justice, a Comm Ev, and because of that, they did not want me anywhere on Sea Org property.

So, in a weird way it all worked out. I got to spend Eriks last days with him and my mom. We got to visit with him as much as he could physically tolerate.

Even when he was close to death, he wanted to make sure my mom had what she needed for when he was gone.

See, he had been in the Air Force and had been working on repairing planes for years, and had been diagnosed with non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, which was treated while he was in the Air Force.

Somehow Erik got the doctors to say his repeat cancer was from the treatment he had had in the Air Force. So he was able to set up a huge chunk settlement for my mom, then monthly payments to her after his death. He wanted to make sure my mom was financially secure, even though in the Sea Org, she didn’t really need much money. But it was quite helpful to her.

It was becoming Clear that he was getting closer to death as his breathing became more and more labored.

My mom and I were just finishing up eating pizza in the lobby when all kinds of buzzers went off.

We ran down the hall and Erik had flatlined. A nurse was there about to do something when my mom yelled out “do not resuscitate”, and the woman pulled away and left.

My mom looked frantically at me, the trained OT, asking me what she should do. I told her to go to him, hold his hand, and tell him it’s ok to go.

He passed away very shortly after that and both of us were crying. We went out for a walk. That’s what Scientologists do when they are upset. We got some funny looks from the staff when we walked out crying and came back an hour later.

Everyone processes death in their own way. And that’s what we did.

I don’t remember if we had a funeral for him, but I do remember hiking up a mountain side a few days later to spread his ashes.

Goodbye Erik, we will see you returning to the Sea Org in 21 years.

And so then it was time for me to head back to the Sea Org and face my penalties.

In the strangest way, my out ethics worked out. Had I not done that, I would have still been stuck in Venezuela doing absolutely nothing.