Nefertiti's Story of an Escape from Scientology's RPF (Repost - must read )

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"THE CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY"

OR

THE GURU'S GULAGS

STORY OF AN ESCAPE

By NEFERTITI

Prologue:

The first part of the book is the true story of an escape from one the
gulags of the most dangerous cults and certainly the most pettifogging
cult in the world.

This is of course the so-called "Church of Scientology". There is in
Florida (USA) a little town called Clearwater which has almost
entirely been squatted by the cult. Located at 210 S Fort Harrison Av,
"Flag", a big building from the thirties has become the Mecca of the
cult and tenderly shelters in its garage one the severest existing
gulags. The author prefers to remain anonymous for reasons that might
appear obvious even for one who had never been in contact with any
cult and much less with the conditions of internment characteristic to
those charming forced labor camps.

Moreover, the author chose to tell her experience from the moment she
became aware that her life was in danger and decided to flee.

Lastly, the author insisted on writing a text that could be easily
read by everyone; the text has therefore been stripped of all
technical jargon already existing in other works. In fact, the
emphasis was rather put on the human character of this experience
which is however dedramatized by a hint of humour here and there.

The text contains the reflections of the adept at the time of the
events but also the statements she makes 10 years afterwards.

No name, no date and save Clearwater-Flag no other place is
mentionned.

The second part is a compilation of testimonies/ affidavits from
Scientology victims about the cult gulags called RPF.

DEDICATION:

This story is dedicated to all victims of Scientology.

It is also dedicated to all victims of cults in general.

Anonymously posted on the web in May1997

CONTENT

I Part;

Prologue 1

Content 2

1. The decision 3

2. Analysis of the trigger mechanism 6

3. What is the RPF? 8

What is the RPF's RPF?

4. A day in the RPF 12

5. An escape; directions for use 19

6. A goal; rebuild one self up 24

Epilogue 27

II Part:

-RPF testimonies extracts listing 29

-Tonja Burden 30

-Hana Whithfield 31

-Dennis Erlich 34

-Ann Rosenblum 35

-Monica Pignotti 38

-Larry Wollersheim 42

-Stacy Young 43

-David Mayo 45

-André Tabayoyon 46

-Mental control techniques listing 47

used in the RPF

When one falls, one never falls well.

Alexandre Dumas son.

1. The decision.

To Flee, I must flee, but how? I don't know, I 'll find a way, I must
leave from here, that's it, I have to think...

how could I do it, without money,without passport or leave with my
hands in my pockets? yes, then we'll see...

No, no, concentrate, concentrate, make a plan, there, calm down I need
a plan, they know I want to leave but I just mentionned it once only
once, they didn't take me seriously, I am plain and docile they don't
really suspect me, she'll break one day that's what they think...

All the better for me, all right, I can think, I manage to reason,
good girl... A plan, I need a detailed plan to get myself out of here,
to leave and leave fast before they suspect it, and without being
impeached, to leave before I find myself with chains in my feet, for
God sake! it isn't even a metaphore...

This is the inside speech of an adept on the verge to flee from what
she would have never suspected to be a cult. The sole idea of it would
have never driven home though she doesn't question her profound
beliefs yet. It's a fixed idea, obsessive. To leave, it's just a
matter of survival.

A question often asked is the following: " But what happens in the
head of those people?" I don't know but I do know what happened in
mine.

In my concern to truth and accuracy I'll try to reproduce, analyse and
put the most coherent words on thoughts that followed a tortuous
course at the time. This jerky speech is volontarily written in a way
a purist would qualify as clumsy or stupid.

This is not a schoolish work nor it is a pleasant essay an academic
would have imagined one night fairly bored... This is not an imagined
stylistic composition; everything here is true. Trying to translate a
disturbed state of mind aquired by a severe ten years indoctrination
is not an easy task. An adept who suddenly decides to run away from a
sect it is pathetic indeed, but the wonderful paradox relies in the
fact that despite the promised damnation, treaths, exclusion, fear,
absolute loss of all her goods, absence of landing place, of job, of
family, and diplomas making it almost impossible to find a working
place in society , despite all that and much more, the wonderful
paradox is that this adept has not lost her free will and chooses
freedom.

Yesterday they told me:- You want to leave? Then you no longer belong
to our group. You must wait in another group, follow me.

I followed him shattered; so there was another group? worst than this
one? That could not be. Let's see it after all that time in the gulag
without realizing there was also the gulag's nick?

I finally knew where they were taking me years afterwards ( see ch 3)
I had to crawl through a narrow door and walk bent along a tunnel
where humidity would rise to my throat. I arrived to a maze of ways on
which I had not have the "honor" to work on yet per the motto:" One
job, one place, one time." That is to say, fully comply with orders,
without flinching as a convict on forced labor on a rhythmical pace
with no right for pause or even talk with no salary -only a detail-
for a fixed ten long hours everyday. The rest of the time, five hours
were reserved for "study" let it be understood by the word study
"special gulag indoctrination" only reserved to recalcitrant adepts of
the sect (i.e RPFers).

A door opened on a dark and stinking space. something was moving in
the back, I thought there were rats and it almost made my stomach
heave. My eyes getting acustomed to the dark, I saw an unbearable
sight. In the back, a form, then a woman, in her thirties, feverish,
the entire body poured with sweat was wearing chains. She had a chain
about twenty inches long linking her two ankles so she had to do small
hasty steps. She was performing an imprecise and nasty job which I
still fail to grasp the sense but it seemed that among other tasks she
was pouring water in and out. We found ourselves in a place that might
have been a sort of laundry place with machines and pipes everywhere.
I guess the kind of place situated on the basements of hotels. The
swine said:

- So, you'll work here until new order is given.

The poor woman hadn't even paused, made no comments but slightly threw
me a glance. We were suffocating, the stink was nauseating, my
"promotion" frankly worrying and perspectives of survival quite
alarming. Left alone I ventured staring at her chains:

- Where the hell are we?

She hesitated. I insisted:

- Why are you chained?

She answered very fast.

- This is the RPF's RPF. ( RPF's hole) I need to rehabilitate myself
in order to go back to the RPF (detention camp and forced labor) which
is my group.

- I don't understand, you were already in the RPF, weren't you?

- Yes but I have been assigned to the RPF's RPF because I have failed
to uphold the duties of my group which is the RPF.

The poor woman looked so wretched. She kept mechanically repeating
those sentences. She was quite obviously disturbed. Her look was blood
red out of fear and out of distress...I had never seen such a look; a
gaze from a hunted animal.

- I'm not supposed to talk I have to work don't ask any more questions

- Wait a minute I said; he's gone, tell me how long will you be
wearing chains?

Her face terror-stricken and the shadows under her eyes emphasized a
deep fatigue. Her legs were floundering in blackish waters. She was
extremely dirty and both her physical and psychological states were
apallingly alarming.

-He'll come back, they know everything, I can't stop I must not stop.

I looked at her powerless and remained silent. I let myself glide
along some wall where I could stay dry. Crouched down I meditated on
the fact that I had touched the bottom of insanity.What had that poor
woman done? That night I found out that she had sent a letter to her
husband - member of the cult, revealing some details on the RPF. One
is not supposed to talk about the gulag. She had violated the gulag's
law of silence. It is exactly at this moment that I decided to leave
the RPF's RPF, the RPF, gulags, holes, nicks and other detention camps
and as I was at it, the entire cult.

The next day I left this nightmare.

Guess if you can, choose if you dare

Pierre Corneille.

2. Analysis of the trigger mecanism.

Because of the incriminatory atmosphere I secretly built a plan
structuring it the best that I could in three essential parts.

A: to recover my passport and to elaborate a strategy in order to do
it without drawing attention and ensure I had someone to fall back on,
just in case.

B: to find the money to buy my ticket plane and pay the services of a
taxi-driver to help me out also just in case .

C: Get sufficient rest to serenely face many a peripeteia and succeed
in my escape.

Yes, to escape, that's what it was all about! I suspected I would be
forced to remain If I insisted on my routing out the SO (leaving the
Sea- Org) I had sensed that terrible sanctions would be imposed on me
if I ever failed to succeed from the first time. And I was utterly
right; years afterwards I found out from ex- members' affidavits,
testimonies and books how they suffered being imposed sanctions and
were illegally kept against their will! One is not free to leave from
a cult's gulag, one has only the right to submit to illegal military
discipline. And they call themselves a CHURCH?

As far as I was concerned, I remember very clearly that I refused to
continue to "play the game" ( their words for conquering the planet!)

That wasn't a game; that was plain slavery. I was no longer willing to
accept those horrendous living conditions until my "redemption" from
the RPF occured and whose criterias were highly hypothetical. I
refused to expose my body and my soul to unknown practices, RPF's
secret pratices which were the opposite of those for which I had
joined the so-called "elite group"(Sea-Org). Constraints, threats,
humiliations of all kind didn't have the expected hold on me. They
just could not manage to terrorize me. I had seen the devastating
psychological effect of staff-members- some were friends, coming out
from outragous "ethical handling" (basically mental manipulation
accompanied by humiliating punishments) I have witnessed at least two
cases of hysteria coupled with sobbing as a result of "ethics
handling". I therefore knew that the last thing I wanted was to mess
up with "ethics" and usually agreed with whatever was ordered to me
until now (I did not hold a responsability post) I just sucessfully
avoided those cross examinations called "security-cheks" followed by
endless confessions. Most of them were fictional since in order to
have a bit of peace they were reduced to invent every kind of imagined
crimes - at least three people talked to me about that. So I could get
away from those mad practices because I never openly expressed any
disagreement or opposed a categoric refusal. Somehow, I always managed
to bypass the enemy without much damage that is, as long as I had
faith. My rebellion was inside of me. But now, I was forced to bend
and suffer through the "sec-cheks"(endless interrogatory Gestapo like)
since I was in the RPF and that was just inacceptable. I had the weird
feeling that If I didn't make it to leave right after my decision I
would never be able to do it afterwards. With the passing of time, I
realize how right I was; many adepts have eventually succumbed because
they lacked the courage or the strength to escape in time before
efficient and rotten disinformation and brainwashing practices being
applied to them. The words for those tools? "false data stripping" and
" false purpose rundown". In fact, they are thought reform tactics
twined by lists of mandatory confessions of all the crimes existing in
the "time-track". (also see Tabayoyon testimony extract) In other
words, the person is to confess his supposed crimes committed in every
supposed previous life!!! At this level of advanced indoctrination the
poor chap either falls over a robotic submission close to the zombie
either he topples over madness. Without mentioning of course " reverse
auditing" or "black dianetics" consisting in applying elaborated
mental tortures and mind control techniques. Those techniques are
common place in the RPF. And yet, for a ten year-period, I had never
heard of them, in or out the cult. Never heard of the RPF's RPF
either. Oh yes, secrets are well kept by a handfull of cult leaders
next to hubbard or miscavige, ready to command, apply or be in
collusion with their gurus. Some high executives have been dismissed
and repudiated after an entire life devoted to a chimerical cause.
They have been subdued to those shameful practices and they talked.
Overwhelming testimonies concur and they all agree on the devastating
effect of mind control tecniques. Those testimonies are all to be read
on the Web (Internet)

I repeat that those practices were unknown to me before joining the SO
( organisation formed by the so-called elite, chosen people bonded by
a billion years contract) as from the majority of the members. But as
a witness in the RPF of numerous practices against the dignity of man-
I'll talk about it later- added to the revolting conditions of
detention endured during my imposed imprisonment period forced to
slave away regardless elementary security rules not to mention the
work laws or family laws, I have had the immense "luck" to feel what I
call the trigger mecanism; I was suddenly aware of all I had not been
aware before. When I saw that terrorised woman wearing chains, I
realised all of a sudden the horrifying lie in which I was trapped. I
could have howled like a wounded animal. Personal failure is all the
more cruel since it is an intellectual rape added to a real psychic
suffering. I had then sacrified everything I had for a vast scam?
There is only one thing I am proud of; I kept my head and remained
strangely calm on the moment I felt that my life was nothing but
emptiness. I said to myself:- My God they'll make me wear chains if I
don't leave. I won't bend. I am not a criminal. I am not willing to
accept degradation. I don't understand what is going on but there will
be time enough to find out in due time. Now I must leave.

That is what I thought, heart aching for the decision was not an easy
one.

I am intimately convinced that had I not reacted at the crucial moment
it would have been a point of no return.

3. What is the RPF?

What is the RPF's RPF?

As I have already said, one is not free to leave the RPF, one must
escape from the RPF. One would be tempted to say it is a prison
whereas detention conditions and current rules in use in industrial
countries prisons would be similar to those existing in Club Meds
(French vacations clubs located on paradisiac beaches) compared to
RPF's detention conditions. Gulag is the word, military detention
camp, forced labor camp, re-education camp.

People abusingly sent to those camps are cult adepts who would begin
to ask questions about finances or about workability of technical
pratices. Someone (registrar) not bringing enough money or someone who
would have rightly called his senior in rank a fool, someone who would
have decided to have sex with his or her chosen one by- passing a
prior authorisation, even more serious someone who would want to leave
the cult.

In the "Modern Management Technology Defined", p. 441, from Hubbard we
can read among other obscure definitions the following:

" The RPF has been created by the Commodore (the guru had self- named
that title) so that redemption can occur".

Redemption from latin redemptio meaning redeem. Redeeming or being
redeemed, deliverance or rescue especially from evil ways. (Oxford
Advanced Dictionary)

There is a Flag Order (policy) 3434RB, 7/1/ 1974, called "The
Rehabilitation Project Force" about 10 pages long which is
confidential and is not to be found outside the RPF. It consists
mainly of the RPF rules of which nobody can have a free access to that
delicious reading - Here are the broad lines.

Roughly speaking, the person not only is fallen from rank but also
from his civil rights, social rights and even family rights. The
RPFer-as he/she is called- is not allowed to live with his/her spouse
and children, is not to have a sexual relationship even with husband
or wife. He/she can't use a car or a bicycle, can't talk to people
unless being spoken to. The RPFer is some sort of sub-class man
deprived from freedom of speech. The person only receives a third of
his pay which is already quite meager and finds him/herself with 4 or
5 dollars a week if no other disciplinary sanction has been taken
against him/her. The person must take meals segregated from the rest
of the group provided that the meals are consisted of leftovers from
other's meals. The person must sleep in the worst accomodations and
must put on black and dirty clothes on. A distinctive mark; the person
is to wear a black ribbon to signify he/she is ostracized. (P. 302 on
the admin dictionary: " personnel without privileges of etiquette").
The RPFer is to answer" yes sir " to any communication adressed to
him/her ( even a woman) is not allowed to walk but must run at any
time. The RPFer must slave away 7 days per week, 10 hours a day with
30 minutes a meal, 3O seconds for a shower and must suffer special
gulag indoctrination 5 hours every day. The RPFer is to perform the
hardest work of renovation and menial work. It can consist in falling
down a wall by a section (name given to a small group of RPFers)
formed by young ladies- one of which might be pregnant- but who cares
if she has an abortion in the "process" (as it already happened) Or it
can be the garbage detail which is quite hard when one has a fragile
morphology and even dangerous without gloves, without adequate
clothing or a garbage collector training! The RPFer is denied the
right to question anything whatsoever. If anything else than "yes sir"
should unluckily go out from his/her mouth, the RPFer would immediatly
be ordered to run preferably under a blazing sun around a tree or a
pole for an unlimited number of laps - only deciding the " garde
chiourme" in charge until RPFer's complete and total allegiance is
obtained.

The "Running Program" is the severest punishment. It consists of
running for 8 hours long around a pole until the person becomes a
robot. Constant watch over is kept and no privacy is tolerated. A
"twin" ( buddy or rather companion in misfortune) is assigned to
him/her. It is a very efficient system to keep control of the RPFer
moreover, it is quite Machiavellian; each one keeping a close eye on
the other one does not allow solidarity.

The RPFer has no day off, no spare time, no music, no radio, no games,
in short he can only hope to achieve his "program" decided "up lines"
whose long-lasting period can reach years. An average from 3 to 4
years would be quite respectable...

Anyhow, let it be quite plain to everyone it 's by far preferable to
be emprisoned anywhere else except perhaps in China, North Corea or
Siberia...

To whom adore exact references here are some real gems of the gulag's
famous interne ruling. It is a 10 pages long Flag Order called The
Rehabilitation Project Force 3434 RB, 7 January 1974.

" A member of the RPF is a member of the RPF and nothing outside of
it, till released." (sic)

Do we have to conclude that being emprisoned, the member of the RPF no
longer belongs to mankind and will only regain his human condition
once released?

Follows a catalogue of restrictions. The first list is entitled:
"Restriction of RPF from Flag crew" , which is followed by a list
called: "The RPF do NOT * (sic) whose turn comes to a long list with a
charming title: " PERSONAL RESTRICTIONS AND PENALTIES" *(sic) on
number 17, it is written: " And if dismissed from the Sea Org is to
sign a confession of his crimes before leaving the Base."(sic)

There are 45 restrictions and penalties in this Flag Order.

However, out of benevolence, the guru Hubbard established a very thin
list of personal rights. One of which is: 4. "Normal meals providing
no crew member is in any way deprived thereby." (sic)

Nonetheless, it is not specified whether the RPFer has the personal
right of normal sleep too...

The Motto of the RPF is:

THE RPF IS WHAT WE MAKE IT. *(sic)

THE RPF IS WHERE WE MAKE IT. *(sic)

The Stable Datum fot the Unit is:

ONE JOB, ONE PLACE, ONE TIME. *(sic)

Those 3 sentences are regularly shouted during the 3 daily mandatory
roll-calls.

There are at least 4 RPFs:

1) Flag in Clearwater, Florida

2) PAC (Pacific area) Los Angeles, California

3) "Happy Valley" Hemet, California (desert)

4) Copenhagen, Denmark

As far as RPF's RPF, that would be the equivalent of French
oubliettes, English donjons, Roman galleys; extremely hard to survive
on it. Conditions are unbelievable, only worthy a 18 century novel.
It's the gulag's nick. The person cannot but start praying because
within such poor conditions he/she can maybe resist 3 months that is,
if he/she is in very good health condition from the very start.

We can find the definition of RPF's RPF in the Admin dictionary p.451.
It is a dismaying one;

"RPF's RPF: the following restrictions are applied to members:

1)Segregated from other RPF members with regard to work, messing,
berthing, musters and any other command activity.

2)No pay.

3)No training.

4)No auditing.

5)May only work in mud boxes in the E/R may not work with RPF members.

6)Six hours sleep maximum

8) Standard ethics penalties that apply to them to be tripled for each
offense they are found guilty of, until they fully join the RPF of
their own determinism.

9) May communicate only with RPF MAA.

10) May not join RPF fully until acceptable amends made to all RPF
members.

The first RPF's RPF assignment was made because the person was unable
to recognize a need for redemption or any means to affect it. Until
such time as the person recognize this need and of their own
self-determinism requested to be included in RPF redemption actions,
the restrictions applied."

End of quote.

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Nefertiti's Story continued:

4. A classic day in the RPF.

Basically, it consists in getting up early before everybody and going
to bed very late after everybody else. Fatigue is omnipresent. Just 7
hours sleep is not enough to compensate for a forced labor work in a
hell cadence. The person's resistance, even in good health conditions
begins to decay. At this rate, after a week of forced pace I would not
wish to my worst enemies (except Miscavige and other bastards) I felt
my strenghts lowering. Cramps becoming more and more frequent were all
the more painful since I had to continue running no matter what.
Aching all over, sweat had also become a fearful enemy. Florida's hot
and humide climate with the accelarated rythm of constant effort
provoked an important sweatering which was responsable for an
accumulation of bacterias. The thing was to protect ourselves from
potential wounds at all cost. No preventive measures was ever taken
and of course, no medicine, not even antiseptics or antibiotics were
allowed in case of injury or illness.

Actions stations would occur by 7AM. All I had was 5 minutes to be
ready; get dressed with a dirty black trousers, a dirty black
tee-shirt, and remember the black ribbon around the left arm. Well
well! like jews with a star sewn on their torn coat during the second
World War of evil memory... or like the red letter sewn on the
heroin's dress of a famous novel; The Scarlet Letter from Nathaniel
Hawthorne. Standing for adulterous, the letter A stigmatized the
woman' "sin" heavily reproved and socially condemned by puritan moral
prevailing in 17 Century Boston. Hester Prynne is sentenced for
adultary to be put in the stocks. She is to forever wear the symbol of
her sin, the big red letter A sewn on the bodice of her dress.

In the RPF, the dark ribbon is the representation of discrimination;
the illegal and arbitrary segregation of the person. The person is
plainly ostracized. It is the same thing really except that we no
longer live in 17th Century. Of course the RPF is contrary to the
Rights of Man, violates every Constitution and must be forbidden by
the Governments would they only bother to assume their
responsabilities and make proper legislation so that no intern prison
belonging to any group or "religion" call it a labor camp, gulag or
RPF be tolerated on their soils. I guess that the will of politics
would be awakened when a politician's daughter or son were to be be
ensnared by a cult and be interned in one of those camps or worse,
were to commit suicide.

The RPF illegal forced labor camp is all the more intolerable since
this humiliation is presented as an expiation for adept's so-called
"crimes" which is forced to accept his need for Redemption. On top of
that imagined by a perverted madman, sadistic and paranoid
schizophrenic guru.

But let's come back to the story.

As a precautionary measure, I always wore a clean tee-shirt underneath
the black and dirty one. Fortunately, I had a dozen tee-shirts in my
suitcase. Every night after the 30 seconds shower I coated my body
with talc in order to protect my skin against sweat. We all suffered
from heavy sweating. I recall this young woman terribly suffering from
an important infection which had been developing under her breasts.
Instead of healing, the wound had been expanding to such a degree that
purulent blisters had reached her navel. When I saw that infection I
told her: - Here, have some talc, take mine. She looked at me puzzled.

- I think you should wear a cotton tee-shirt under your bra in order
to isolate your breasts . That may help to stop the infection. I added

She answered that she didn't have any so I spontaneously gave her 2
tee-shirts of mine.

- You can wash your tee-shirt every night so you will always have a
clean and dry tee-shirt for the day after.

She had a sort of trembling.

- Why are you doing this? Why are you helping me? she asked.

With the passing of time, I realize how pathetic was this woman's
reaction. How was it possible that someone should help her? She had
lost the notion of solidarity! (something very present in regular
prisons or prison camps)

To me it was just a matter of assisting someone in danger; her
infection had definitely become too large to ignore it. Unlike others,
I felt compassion. In the RPF, it's every man for himself.

Among the 8 girls living in the same room I was the only one to offer
some help. But each girl was having her share of suffering, each girl
was trying to survive the best she could and then I had just arrived
to the RPF, therefore I was not weakening yet. I could still afford to
help someone...

We used to take a bus taking us to the Fort Harrison. That bus was
infested with coakroaches. First, I refused to sit down since the bus
was crawling with coakroaches which did not mind to step on us but
then with fatigue overpowering me I relinquished to sit down. Every
moment of rest had become a priority so we all just merely move our
hands or feet once in a while to dismiss bigger ones...

At the RPF "mess" (room in which meals are eaten in the Armed Forced)
it was a matter of feeding ourselves the best we could. Cereals in the
form of unappetazing porridges were proposed. To hold out and despite
my disgust in eating solid food in the morning, I reluctantly
swallowed every kind of soups or pigswills, as long as they had milk
in it. The RPFer in charge of bringing the food was warmly welcomed by
everybody since he had managed to find a milk gallon; I watched as he
was being applauded and sadly deduced that milk was not an obvious
foodstuff in the RPF.

"Muster" or "roll-call" would then take place. The shabby-looking
gulag battalion pastiched military muster for review or inspection.
Everyone is supposed to answer his name by " hi sir". Any delay, be it
one second, is heavily sanctionned. The sorry spectacle of four RPF
tottering columns was a wretched sight; twenty people struggling to
stand to attention looked far more as an East German extermination
camp than a glorious glittering "corps d'elite" Sea Org members. I
could not help thinking that it was impossible avoiding to relate the
cortege of mere shadows that we had become with the flashy group in
full uniform pictured in the cult propaganda magazine and supposed to
lead mankind on "the road of total freedom". Ironically, we were
emprisoned and carrying the same chains we had all come to set man
free from. Quite obviously, there was an horrendous bobby trap I could
not figure out.

The first standing order of the day was to clean the Fort Harrison
stairs (aproximately 15 floors) I was given a bucket, a floorcloth and
a twin, in this case a very young lady barely18 years old.

As we started to clean the steps one by one on our knees, she asked me
the reason of my RPF assignement. I answered in a relaxed off-hand
manner that since I wanted to leave the best way out I had come up
with was to violate the SO ethical code, that is to say never have
sexual relationship outside marriage.

- I went out 2 D (esoteric language for having sexual intercourse)

and you know what? I added, we didn't even have time "to materialize"
because they caught us just before we did!

She burst out laughing and she told me her story. Roughly, her
situation was the following; she didn't agree with some decisions from
up lines management, she stood fast and didn't allow herself to be
swayed,(thus sent to the RPF).

Being born in the cult, having known but the cult, perspectives
projected by her towards the exterior world were extremely reduced.

- I have no diploma, I could never work in the "wog world" (racist
term to signify everything that do not belong to the cult)

- Do you have any family outside? I ventured.

-Yes, my mother is in England. I don't know her and she is "declared"
(a person declared is a person arbitrarily declared a "supressive
being" by the cult: i.e ostracized) I don't have the right to see her.
Besides, could I adapt myself in a country I do not know with a mother
whose face I don't even recall? If I failed to get in tune everything
would be over for me. I have no choice; I must endure.

This lucid, clear-minded18 years old young lady, with her long blond
hair saying that she had no future outside the cult was deeply moving.
Suddenly, I realized the horror of isolation to which every youngsters
born and raised in the cult are abandonned to. They can't escape, and
how could they? They are prisonners inside of the life they will never
get to know outside ..

She glanced a fearful look at me; was I going to betray a confidence
she shouldn't have ever made? I reassured her with a smile.

- Don't worry. I won't say anything. Well, the outside world is not
that terrible you know, after all, I've come from out there!

I'll never forget her sad and resigned look. She said dreamy:

- Yes, maybe, who knows?

In fact, she was an Exec from CMO INT (high executive from the
International Commodore Messengers Org, very senior org in the cult)
She was to stand up for me once when one of the RPF warder took it out
on me with no apparent reason. She literally jumped on the bigot;

-If you don't leave her alone immediately I swear I'll remember you
when I get out of here and you know that I'll get out before you do!
(RPF warders are on RPF program too)

Anyway, the guy was nailed to the spot; not only did he forget all
about me but everyone kept a respectable distance ever since. It is
true that in the cult complex hierarchy CMO INT execs have almost
every power. Thinking it over, I think I gave her a little hope; it
was'nt that bad outside...

The day would continue with the cleaning and scouring of every toilet
of Fort Harrison building reserved to the "public" (scientologists
coming from all around the world for "services") We actually "liked"
to do it since it was deliciously air-conditioned inside and frankly,
compared to other RPF hardship, sponging up sinks had almost become
our idea of having fun! I only feared that someone should recognize me
in such a slave get-up, with a hand brush, bent over a bowl-shaped
part of a toilet.

A misfortune buddy almost fainted when cleaning a mirror; she stopped
dead staring at her own image with horror. Well, the poor girl didn't
already look well but now she had just turned green. We were all
looking dreadful, dirty, shaggy-haired and were quite in a bad shape.
The thing was to carefully avoid meeting our face. She started to cry.
She just could not afford to breakdown. She was putting herself at
risk by sobbing in front of scientologists. It was awfully "bad PR"
(bad public relation) . Suddenly one of us said with her nasal
Oklahoma twang:

-Well, what should I say? Look at me! I look like Frankestein whereas
you only look as if you had seen him!

Everybody laughed and the poor girl somehow pulled herself together.
She then cautiously kept avoiding every mirror reflexion. There was a
sort of solidarity but very rare and punctual. Relationships were
mostly lived in terms of power struggle. Orders were constantly
shouted, we were hustled from morning to evening, no slowing down even
in the sun, sanctions would shower on us:

- Take a lap! Take two laps! Take five laps! ( a lap consists in
running around the Fort Harrison garage ramp)

The mirror young lady had a hard time to follow the pace. She would
stumble over, fall, get herself hurt, and would always be behind the
pack (late) and I would tremble for her. RPFer's bosun ( warder) was
pretending not to see her. So I thought that she would be spared as
she was obviously of a frail nature. In fact, it's highly probable
that her fall was programmed. I witnessed an odd conversation looking
like bets in racecourses.

- That one, I give her 2 weeks!

- I give don't give her another week myself!

Well I will never know what happens when the person can't take any
longer ( maybe she's assigned to the RPF's RPF) for I chucked out
before it ever became my turn. I don't even dare to think about it...
There were the dangerous tasks to perform. The garbage detail was
particularly strenuous for the fair sex. Men would challenge us making
fun of our poor efforts to get up enormous and filthy garbage cans.
Some girls would exhaust themselves out in vain; I would just save my
strenghts protecting the best than I could my fingers, my feet, my
body in general. An accident might happen and no treatment would be
granted, furthermore there is no hospital in the RPF; there is not
even an emergency kit.

There was a definite lack of everything; salary already reduced to the
third part was suspended for the vast majority of the RPFers. So
everybody would soon become indigent. Suddenly, you can no longer buy
cigarettes (only unrestricted items allowed) your toothpaste, soap or
deodorant... Would you allow me to stress that women still having
their periods, find it extremely degrading not having enough cash to
buy a box of tampax. (Some women suffer from cycle troubles due to
stress and fatigue; same symptoms occured in concentration camps) At
least, this is what I could experiment for myself and I was utterly
happy to have some tampaxes in my car gloves locker. How humiliating
it is to find oneself in complete poverty when one has given away a
fortune for the cause and is subsequently working as a beast of
burden! What a despair it is to notice one is reduced to slavery
whereas one had come in pushed by the winds of freedom in order to
align in the ranks of those working so that man would be set free!

The end of the day would be a piece of anthology. As I said, there was
the special gulag training (5 hours training= 5 hours indoctrination)
Such a training was mandatory of course and consisted in a cortege of
forced confessions of imagined crimes and treacheries of every kind
(mental torture called O/Ws). By any means, I knew that before I got
there I had to restudy the same HCOBS & PLs (guru's nonsense) I
already knew by heart. Well then, I shall continue to act stupid; I
would spend hours on a 10 pages long bulletin called "Keeping
$cientology working" and pretended to be busy by turning the
dictionary pages which would allow me to remain seated most of the
time. You see in the RPF and other gulags, luxury is motionlessness.
The thing is just to remain in complete stillness. Moreover, RPF's
endoctrination is delayed but, who wants to think about it? Anyway,
two RPFers had noticed my little game and as they were up to the same
one themselves we would once in a while glance at each other in
beaming mirth! That's what being called " mutual out ruds" ( esoteric
expression meaning a negative conniving attitude, being a party of
sthg or someone)

At the end of the day, coinciding with the end of special gulag
endoctrination we were supposed to, well at least it was highly
encouraged to take the floor to say how pleased we all were and how
wonderful and fabulous it was to follow a convict's program without
forgetting to stress we were all thankful to hope that one day
Redemption would occur thanks to the marvellous technology of the best
friend earth had ever bore! I always refused to participate to this
farce where we had on top of that to applaud everyone's fantastic
gains! I would simply put a mongloid rictus on my face which actually
fitted very well on submission grounds and aproval of every nonsense
that could be heard. As long as I seemed to agree to the whole
masquerade and as long as I looked vaguely stupid, I knew I would be
allowed to vogue over relatively peaceful waters. Anyhow, I was
delighted I had done some theatre acting when I wondered; under the
false aspect of a tranquil lake, furious roaring fortieth currents and
other howling fiftieth wind streams were preparing devastating tidal
waves...

Nothing is impossible to a brave heart

Jacques Coeur's motto.

5. An escape; directions for use.

I have already described the main lines of my state of mind at the
time. Today, 10 years after I have complete remembrance of my escape
and I reproduce them as they happened.

The morning following my decision to leave I took my first risk. I
simply refused to get up at 7 AM because I knew I needed to make up
some hours of sleep. Nothing could make me change my mind and decided
to stick to what I had decided to do. I was kicked in the kidneys - I
was sleeping on a mattress on the floor- I was shaked like a rag doll,
insulted and threated but I refused to wake up. There was the girl
with the chest infection I had just helped among my torturers... I
instantly got back to sleep when they were gone and decided I would
only wake up at twelve. On the dot of 12 being fresh and alert, I
packed a quick suitcase with whatever civil clothes I had left; of
course I had to leave behind most of my belongings but again they
don't represent a thing when freedom is at hand. I took a great deal
of pleasure to dress me up with my clothes out of good quality, the
clean touch of my linen shirt over my skin, my well cut pants which
were luxury sensations after having been forced to wear a prisoner's
"outfit" ... Recovering my clothes was the first civil and laïque act,
the first step towards the recovery of my identity. I even pushed my
self claims by using make-up, use a hair style and perfume! high
crime! since perfumes are utterly forbidden by a policy letter written
by the guru Hubbard himself. Perfumes might have awakened a vague
impulse in this impotent and libidinous old man.

When I looked myself in the mirror, I was surprised; I had forgotten
how good-looking I was. I encouraged myself with a great smile, I was
ready to fight. Vauvenargues was right; the feeling of our strenghts
add to our strenghts.

I went out of this room; a twenty square meters room where we slept 8
people on the floor. I went out of the den; the sun was shining and I
remember I smiled when I saw the sky was so blue. I guess I had
forgotten how limpid a sky could be. Staff lodging was located a few
miles away from Flag Land Base (as they call it) I knew no one would
remain there on " duty hours", so I just walked away with my suitcase
and civil outfit praying God nobody would see me. I called a taxi from
a cabin outside. I continue to trust my luck and the cab came almost
immediately. The taxi-driver was young, smiling, and curly blond. With
a face like that, I thought he couldn't possibly be cursed with an
innate streak of evil and decided to stake one's all .

-Listen, I need your help . I need to go back to my country. I have
different things to do. Leaning on him I said that I would pay
whatever was necessary. He had this marvellous smile when he answered:

All right ma'm whatever you say!

I then perilously launched a whole detailed operation; he then parked
his car at a cafeteria where he did invited me to have a coffee. It
was a typical flavorless american coffee which nevertheless turned
exquisite on my palate in every respect; for it was the taste of
natural things normal people usually do when gathering together in a
common place to accomplish a social act. Today, I still have a special
fondness for untasty coffees.

-Now, will you say that again to me ma'm, slowly please?

My taxi-driver would repeat every sentence after me staring wide-eyed
at me and scratching his biceps. Once in a while, he would slap his
thighs to mark every step.- So, I get started or - Then, I wait for
you. Every time he understood something, he would swallow big gulps of
coffee. An adept running away from a sect to go back to her country
was perhaps more exhilarating than shadowing cuckold husband's wife.
Anyhow, he was extremely helpful to me; without his help, I might have
failed.

Operation: passport rescue.
- Wait for me here please. If I do not come back within 15 minutes you
can go to the police with this ID card (it was my sports club card)
and you tell them I am being kept without my consent: you tell them
the whole story. My taxi driver would stare at the ID saying: -Oh my
God...

I entered the Org (short for organization) a separate building from
Flag to see the HCO officer (personel office) He kept every staff's
passport in a safe. With a big smile, I explained I needed the
passport -oh just a mere formality! - to get my divorce. In a joking
tone, I said I was delighted with the rapidity of the Florida court
that only one more stamp was required, that I promised to bring it
back within the day, that I was summoned to appear before the judge
right this minute. Trusting my good spirits, he handed my beautiful
passport. I must have had a funny smile whose intention was much more
matching an polite invitation to go to hell than reiterating usual
allegiance. Seeming to understand, he stood still and I threw him a
perfectly blatant salute. A few yards away my taxi driver was waiting
for me.

- Go, go ahead fast!

Shooting off, he told me someone was running behind the car shouting
and making big gestures. - I've got my passport, I've made it! I
shouted

- Good girl he said, good girl!

Operation: car rescue.
I had a little car which was my unique space of freedom which I
wouldn't have abandonned for nothing in the whole world. So we got
inside the Fort Harrison garage, security gards did not recognize me
since there was probably a difference between the RPF rags I used to
have on and the tailor suit I was wearing. My car had to be pushed but
my taxi driver was behind the car and I was behind the wheel; we went
out hands down. I really had the luck of the Devil but I still needed
my briefcase locked in RPF premises. At this hour of the day, I knew
the bulk of the gulag batalion was attending to grand toilets
curetting activities under the warder's flood of insults. I just
needed a few seconds to take my briefcase and run. An RPFer was
standing there not recognizing me the first 2 seconds. He did
recognize me the last 2 seconds and without moving he tritely said:

- what are you doing? Because I knew that my car was 5 yards away,
because I had been successful at every previous "operation" ,I found
the necessary contempt to backflash, superbly arrogant:

-I am blowing! (meaning to leave the cult)

When I got into my car, I noticed that he hadn't move. He was supposed
to howl in order to drive a crowd of RPFers-by, yet he didn't move, he
said nothing. Perhaps he thought it was useless to intervene since I
was out of reach. Maybe did he envy my gesture and respect that choice
he knew a perilous one and of no return.

My taxi driver was so excited to witness such a successfull manoeuvre
in the very cult parade ground that he was just exhilarating. He was
shouting " yahooo, yahoo" revolving his left arm, was smoking with his
right hand and was driving with his left knee. As far as I was
concerned, I simply felt I was back to life.

- Taxi driver, bring me where I can sell my jewels!

Without flinching he took me to a kind of warehouse store. He
participated to the transaction as if he were a close friend of mine,
he bargained in my place. I had a beautiful set of Cartier earings and
necklace jewels I always wore under the SO uniform or the gulag
teeshirt. My steel and blue dial Rolex watch disappeared along with my
fine three gold collar... for a little more than the equivalent sum of
an international air plane flight! When I got back to the cab I
suddenly thought that fate would decide whether my taxi driver was to
rip me off the little money he knew I had. On the contrary, he took me
to a car warehouse where I could sell it for another pocketfull of
dollars. There again, he made the deal. He was there all the time
assisting me. At the end, I gave him the amount of money he asked
which was far from being excessive. He told me he was happy he could
help but if I had nothing else urgent to do he was apologizing to
leave me since he had to hit the road. I took his two hands inside of
mine, squeezing them for a few seconds, I felt a weakness rising
inside of me.

-You'll be allright now, he said.

I never felt so sincerely thankful for anyone before. I shall never
know my taxi driver's name. If he had cow boy's manners, he also had
the heart of a prince. You can't forget a prince who saved your life.
I bought my ticket plane. The following day, I was to leave this land
of nightmare where I had known but hostility, coercion, detention,
sleeping privation and lack of basic health care. Later on, late in
life, I was to know the humiliation of a vast lie, the shame of having
trusted and adhered to a huge scam. For the meantime, all I had left
was the despair I felt since I had sold everything I had in "church
donations" which in fact, weren't anything else than witchcraft's
practices (upper levels). I had given up everything in my life, a job
I liked, a country where I had been taking down roots, I had left the
man I loved.

The only thing I wanted was to remain alone. Simply alone and feeling
protected in my little car. I had found a calm place to park my car.
It was a very nice wooden pier in front of St Petersburgh bay. The
view was enchanting, the coast was sparkling out of thousands lights,
the deep blue night sky competing with a million stars, night was so
peaceful... I was living a revolution inside of me. I was by turns
thinking of drowning myself or committing mass murders. I spent the
night in a waking state; my hand very close to the car key. However, I
managed to relax; I put on a cassette. I closed my eyes. If I am asked
today the following question; "what is freedom?" I invariably answer
that freedom is when you are listening to Joan Baez inside a little
car on a starlit night in front of the Mexican golf just after having
escaped from a cult's gulag. The following day, I went to Tampa
airport. I immediatly asked to be put under the Consul's protection.
Police officers invited me to sit down in one of the customs offices.
They told me they would safely escort me to my plane and I had nothing
to worry about. I was offered coffee. They were telling jokes to each
other and I smiled. One of them asked me who or what I was afraid of.
A voice came to my rescue;

- Leave her alone, she told you, the lady's going home.

I was moved by this police officer's thoughtfulness. I nodded and
concentrated on my cup of coffee. Out of tactfulness, they left me
alone for a while. The one who had come to my rescue escorted me to my
seat in the plane. In a protective manner, he taped my shoulder saying
those words I shall never forget:

-You're not the only one, you know, running away from that bloody "
church of Scientology"

You'll be fine.

That is one of the most beautiful sentence I was ever told.

If reason builds a man, feelings lead him. Jean-Jacques Rousseau, La
Nouvelle Héloïse.

http://www.lermanet.com/cos/enggulag.html

[arnie lerma - www.lermanet.com]

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Nefertiti's Story continued:

6. A goal; rebuild one self up
.
To conclude my story, I'd like to pay homage to the taxi driver, to
the police officer, the first 2 anonymous persons whose help and
compassion had been capital. I had the impression I was coming back to
civilization, I had the feeling I was binding links with human kind.
Spontaneous help was then possible? I had forgotten. The "wog's world"
(derogatory term and racist term to signify anything outside the cult)
the outside world constantly and fiendishly refferred to as complete
evil, could offer help and compassion. Every adept is frightened at
the idea of making the move because when he has reached the point to
ask for help, he is sort of repudiating himself. Many of them prefer
to take refuge in a total mutism- in which I, myself remained during
the ten-year- period following my escape- rather than talking about a
painful experience very unlikely to be understood anyway... It is also
a matter of dignity. Sectarian phenomenon being very unknown, the
ex-adept is likely to be immediately stigmatised. What is more, in
order to talk about it, one must be able to find adequate words for
it. Most of the case, the person is not ready yet to give a testimony.
It takes quite a long time for a victim to rebuild oneself up. Then,
the cult neologisms have replaced language. The victim finds himself
using words only understood inside the cult.

The person's emotions and rections are clues that are used by the
person to show his distress. And that is only too natural. A cult
victim needs to show his suffering, but does'nt succeed everytime.We
can find examples of severe and bizarre indoctrination in sectarian
"literature". " Human emotion and reaction has an terrifying
definition in the green dictionnary (Management Defined"), p270.
Definition made up by a detestable, abominable monster called Hubbard
who was indeed devoid of any human emotion and reaction. HE&R (short
for human emotion and reaction) are but negative "emotions and
reactions which aberrated human beings express". In other words,
emotions are to be barred from human behaviour. But if emotions are
excluded from human behaviour, man is simply dehumanized. That is what
he wanted; Hubbard the vulture never wished anything else than nice
complying robots, never pretended to better man's condition. This
example taken among many, many others indoctrination examples, checks
the victim of the cult to express his suffering which is deeply
repressed.

The person is conditioned not to show his feelings.

It takes years to begin to express feelings towards the cult to talk
about it simply because it takes years to replace loads of lies, to
learn social behaviour again, to find new interests in life, to find
one's own place in the "outside world", form a new couple sometimes
and, if very courageous, have a new family. It is wrong to say: one
can't change how one's made. It is really wrong; one can self-
reconstruct partly thanks to anonymous people who little by little
grant self confidence. One slowly rebuilds oneself and I'd say in
different ways and step after step. Just as a house is not constructed
all by once, but brick after brick, going from one room to the other.
The mind has to get together as a puzzle, piece after piece. The only
difference would be that there are far more pieces in a mental puzzle
than there are bricks in a house...

Above all, the person reconstructs himself when he is ready to receive
information; he can first be started by an information of the
sectarian phenomenon, then, by information of the specific cult he has
been a victim of. An ex adept badly needs those informations, yet he
has to ask for them. If he needs to talk, allow him to do so; he may
desperatly need to put in words some of his experiences! In fact, when
the victim begins to talk about his experiences, that means the person
is healing. As far as I am concerned, I did'nt speak about it simply
because there were'nt any "valid" interlocutor of course, but also
because the Internet only came "home" 6 months ago. The web is
fabulous because everything an ex adept needs to find out is there
ready to be read on the net. It gets him in contact with other cult ex
adepts who can hear, understand, inform and help him. Internet allows
the person to remain anonymous, the web allows to be consulted at
home, freely, at any time by the person. I think it is the best tool a
person victim from a cult or totalitarian group can use in order to
rebuild himself. It is significant to note that Scientology is deadly
scared because of the impact of that extraordinary netcom; they tried
to banish freedom of speech on the net, they attacked CAN(Cult
Awareness network) which went bankrupt last year because of abusive
legal proceedings, they outrageously raided private homes steeling
hardwares and personal archives, they still repeatadly try to
intimidate those who dare to use their Constitutional Rights to
criticize them. It is, by the way, very amusing to see that the more
they try to silence people, the more they get criticized by thousands
of people in the net, they are thus manufactoring the worst publicity
they could think of since they are now known at large for what they
really are: a sinister and dangerous cult.

Scientologists follow their policies; nobody can change or adapt a
policy - per Hubbard's policy- But the thing is that Hubbard is dead
in 1986 failing to write a policy on Internet, he was already too sick
to understand the web phenomenon. As nobody can change his policies,
they find themselves awkwardly trapped and consistently make huge
blunders... I guess they will stick to apply inadequate policies which
is an extremely good news since most policies just don't work anyhow
... So let them try to go on trial to impede freedom of speech which
is an unbearable right for a totalitarian cult to tolerate. Internet
has become the free international communication net: an enemy
scientologists chaos merchants have swore to kill. It is true that
Internet is being breezed by "wogs' free winds"!

Epilogue
It is only when I discovered mid 1996 on Internet, moving testimonies
from Monica Pignoti, Margery Wakefield, Hanna Whithfield and many
others, that I have decided to write the story of my escape in January
97. There are thousands ex adepts somewhere around the world who have
suffered and have important abuses to denounce. I sincerely hope that
those few anonymous pages will encourage those thousands cult victims
to speak out, that is, anonymously if necessary.

Modern plague of this ending century is taking on a threatening form;
cult proliferation is alarmingly vicious. We, who have been victims
from cult's abuses must denounce and speak up for every psychic rape,
intelectual and financial scam.

Write them up! Post them on the WEB!

What follows is a compilation of testimonies/ affidavits from
Scientology victims about the cult gulags. They tell the horror of
those prison camps where special indoctrination is twinned by forced
slave labour called RPF. I found them on the web, and I reproduce here
only RPFs extracts. My commentary is added to situate the passage or
summarize the situation. Reading those testimonies is a terrifying
example of what those RPFs are and give, I think, a diversified look
about those horrifying gulags.

RPF TESTIMONIES EXTRACTS LISTING:

1) Tonja Burden: affidavit, 1980

RPF at FLAG Clearwater, Florida in 1977

2) Hana Whithfield: affidavit, 1989

RPF at Flag, Clearwater, Florida in 1978

3) Dennis Erlich: testimony, 7-3-1996

RPF at Flag, Clearwater, Florida in 1978

4) Ann Rosenblum: testimony 19.?

RPF at Flag, Clearwater, Florida, in 1978

5) Monica Pignotti: testimony "My nine lives in Scientology" 1980

RPF on board Apollo, in 1974

6) Larry Wollersheim: affidavit 4-2-1980

RPF on board Excalibur 1974?

7) Stacy Young: affidavit,13-10-1994

RPF at PAC , Los Angeles, California, in 1982

8) David Mayo: affidavit, 14-10-1994

RPF at "Happy Valley" near Hemet, California, in 1980

9) André Tabayoyon: affidavit,4-4-1994

RPF at " Happy Valley" near Hemet, California, in 1987

10) Mental control techniques listing used in the RPF

André Tabayoyon: affidavit, 4-4-1994

Testimonies extracts from ex adepts victims from physical and mental
abuses on them and/or on others when assigned in the Scientology's
gulags called:

RPF and RPF's RPF

1) Tonja burden's Affidavit 25-1-1980, Las Vegas, Nevada

RPF at Flag, 1977

Extract:

"... In the RPF you were labeled 'treasonous' and forced to work 18
hours a day.7 days a week and oftentimes received only 'rice and
beans' and water. During this time I personally observed a person
chained to pipes in the boiler room in the Fort Harrison building for
a period of weeks. In the RPF I saw people screaming and crying during
the constant auditing on the E-meter. RPF prisoners were forced to
undergo auditing in order to audit out their evil purposes against
Hubbard and Scientology. I cried virtually the whole time I was in the
RPF."

Tonja Burden had been working in the SO since she was 13 years old and
did not attend regular school. She was there simply because her
parents had been recruited by the SO. Tonja escaped Flag RPF in
November 1977. She was 17 and illeterate. She was kidnapped by 2
Hubbard's agents from whom she managed to escape. Tonja filed a 16
millions $ suit in April 1980 alleging she was used as slave labour by
Hubbard in the CMO and was kidnapped a second time after she escaped.*
This was the case which forced Hubbard to go into hiding from Gilman
in 1980. The requested damages rose in 1985 to 45 millions $*

*Ref: Who's who in Scientology. Lamont. Actualised in February 1997.
(Newsgroup)

2) Hana whithfield's affidavit, 8-8-1989, Los Angeles, Cal

RPF at Flag, Clearwater, Florida 1978.

Extracts:

... RPF members at that time were completely segregated from "normal"
staff and slept, lived and often ate in the Fort Harrison garage in
the midst of continual fumes. They were not allowed to talk to, mix
with or eat with "normal" staff. They wore old, tattered, ripped up
navy jump suits or boiler suits and looked like derelicts from skid
row. Women were not allowed to use any makeup or have any hairdos. No
jewelry was alowed. Even in the incredible hot and humid Florida
summers, women were not allowed to wear shot cut-offs but had to wear
longer shorts or skirts or long trousers. No clothing lighter than the
heavy material the jump suits were made from could be worn initially.
RPF members had to run all the time.They were not allowed to walk.
They had to run while doing their cleaning assignments in bathromms
and toilets, while doing the garbage details or while going up and
down the 12 flights of stairs in the Fort Harrison building carrying
buckets, brooms and heavy cleaning equipment, and sometimes buckets
full of heavy construction material. RPF members were not allowed to
use the elevators, not even the service elevator. To prevent zoning,
health and other city inspectors from seeing the RPF conditions as
they really existed, all RPFers were practiced and skilled in
transforming their normal RPF sleeping area into what looked like a
regular furniture storage space, and doing so in a very short period
of time. I often wished that someone from the city would spring a
surprise visit on the Fort Harrison kitchen or garage or nursery but
it never occured. This is how we really lived in the RPF. Some of us
slept on mattresses on the bare cement floor. Some had crude bunk
beds. There was no place for clothes, so we lived out of suitcases and
bags which were kept on the bare floors. Some privacy was maintained
by hanging sheets up between bunks beds and between floor mattresses.
The women and men had separate bathrooms and toilets but they were
very small. We were not allowed to shower longer than 30 seconds. We
had time only to run through the shower and out the other end. There
was no spare time for talk or relaxation. We awoke at 6.30 A.M. or
earlier at times, did hard labor and heavy construction workand
cleaning until late afternoon. After a quick shower and change of
clothing, we had to audit each other and "rehabilitate" ourselves
until 10.30 P.M. or later each evening.There wer no days off, no
vacations. We worked seven days a week, four weeks a month. We ate our
meals in the garage or at times in the dining rooms AFTER normal meals
had ended. Our food consisted of leftovers from staff! On occasions
which seemed like Christmas, we were able to prepare our selves fresh
meals if leftovers were insufficient. The RPF maintained a very strict
reform code which tolerated no insubordination or resistance of any
kind whatsoever. Any resistance of such was dealt with by immediate
push ups or running up and down the garage inumerable times. The
slightest infraction earnedhard and harshed penalties. Every rule had
to be followed regardless of its correctness or applicability at any
given point in time.

This is what she says about RPF's RPF.

Cerrtain effractions caused the person responsible to be assigned to
the RPF's RPF, a place in the lower boiler room under the Fort
Harrison Hotel, among the boilers and hot waters pipes which rambled
and hissed 24 hours a day. The place was only dimly lit. It consisted
of interconnecting-spaces through which one had to crawl on hands and
knees at times past or underneath huge pipes and massive 10 foot high
boilers. It had a dark, forbidding, somewhat scary place. One of my
buddies was assigned to the RPF's RPF for two months for refusing to
divulge confidential information for which she had been bonded in the
Guardian's Office. She was kept in that space excommunicado for the
entire time, with limited bathing and toilet privileges, all the time
being threatened and verbally harassed by RPF speriors. She finally
emerged a broken, silent, sullen person who soon after managed to
escape from the RPF and the Fort Harrison Hotel. Her name was Lynn
Froyland.

..." Towards the end of 1978, I finally escaped. I left the RPF
without approval and flew to New-York to friends. But within a week,
the senior Ethics person at Flag, Tom Provenzano, located me and by
phone threatened me with a Suppressive Person declare and with being
sued, followed and never being left in peace again for the rest of my
life if I did not immediately return to Clearwater. I broke down
completely. I flew back to the RPF, but only after Provenzano had
promised me I could speak with him about my assignment to the RPF when
I returned. Of course, no such thing occured. I had no idea that
his"promise" was made solely to get me back to Clearwater. Once back
to the RPF I succumbed. I returned to working and running and sweating
and pain. After a year, I finally "graduated". I was a subdued quiet,
obedient robot, a far more subservient and compliant one than at any
time previously.

... I desperatly hunted for a way out of my situation. I desperatly
wanted time to sleep, rest, think and above all, escape from the
madness of the world I was in. I had no one to go to if I left, no
money to go anywhere with and nowhere to go to anyway. My family lived
overseas. I had no means to get to them and they had no means to
assist me."

Hana Whithfield lived 15 years in the SO from 1967 to 1982. She
originally was a nurse from South Africa. She was the Ethics Officer
on board the "Avon River" and then promoted Captain directly under
Hubbard's orders. Her first affidavit is very instructive about her
experience in the cult. She was assigned to the RPF at Flag because
she was critical of Hubbard and the SO.

Hana Whithfield left the SO three years later in 1982. It was'nt until
1984 that she discovered the menacing side of the cult. She had to
follow a medical treatment for her headaches and dental treatment as
well for years. She wrote a second affidavit where she reveals the
harassments of Fair Game she's been subjected to for years...

3) Dennis Erlich's testimony, 7-3-1977 on WMNF - Radio Activity

RPF at Flag, Clearwater, Florida,1978

Extract from the transcript:

Rob Lorey:..." You were locked up by the church?

Dennis Erlich: Yeah, in the sub-basement of the Fort Harrison Hotel. I
was placed in a cage, under guard, for about 10 days. I wasn't allowed
to talk to anyone; I wasn't allowed to phone anyone; I was a prisoner
there.

RL: Why were you locked up?

DE: I made a joke about the RPF_ the Rehabilitation Project Force_
which is their- their "re-education" work camp program, where it's
sort of like- like in Russia, where they used to send people to work
camps, to re-educate them, and they have this thing called the RPF
where you get up - tou're segregated. When I was in it, we slept in
the garage, in the parking structure of the Fort Harrison Hotel, on
the third floor. And you know, we had to breathe the exhaust of fumes
from whatever cars and get woken up in the middle of the night, and we
were up at the crack of dawn, you know, scrubbingtoilets and dumping
trash, and we worked until late at night and it was, you know,
basically a prisoner program.

RL: ..." Are you the only one that's been held against your will at
the "church of Scientology"in Clearwater?

DE: Oh, no by any means. No, no, it's sort of a standard practice for
them to incarcerate people who object to things- object to activities
that are going on- so when I was in the basement, there was a woman- I
can give her name; she was Lynn Froyland- and she was chained in the
basement when I was there. And I have witnesses. There are other
witnesses to that. There are people who have been kidnapped and taken,
you know, all the way across the country and locked in rooms and- no
it's sort of a standard practice.

... Scientology basically is an occult practice that deals mostly with
exorcism; that's a fraud; that people are locked up and tortured. I
have posted a bunch of this documentation to the internet newsgroup
alt. religion .scientology, and I think I poked a hole in the- in
their balloon, as far as their scam working."

Dennis Erlich had been the Chief Cramming Officer at the Clearwater
headquarters of Scientology for about 15 years. When he refused to
redo an "RPF program" he left in 1982.

Note: Hana Whithfield confirms this testimony; she had seen Lynn
Froyland at Flag in the same year,1978.

[arnie lerma - www.lermanet.com]

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>4) Ann Rosenblum's testimony

RPF at Flag, Clearwater, Florida, 1978.

Extracts:

... " Auditing in the RPF almost destroyed me. For one thing, I had
trouble going " Backtrack" into past lifes. After I finally learned
"past track remedies" where you say anything that pops into your
brain, like monsters or fighting space wars, or whatever, my
imagination ran wild and I began to have two or three pictures popping
up at one time, I wouldn't know actually which one was actually a past
life or if it was my imagination or if they were all past lifes but at
different times, or what. I was " run" on stuff I'd already been run
on. I had 3-4 drug rundowns, "re-verifications" of my method 1, 35
hours Op-pro-by-dup (a process where you walk back and forth examining
and describing a book and a bottle, hours on end for weeks), etc, I
was getting upset and the more upset I became, the more I was
subjected to auditing. As my auditing program" deteriorated, I became
more of a security threat and they then put me on security checks to
go over all my overts and withholds. I finally just shut up,
submitted, and let them audit whatever they wanted on me.

This led me to Expanded Dianetics. This is where you audit out or "run
out" all your "evil purposes", and evil intentions and handle your
"Rock Slams" (a particular reaction on the E-Meter that shows a person
is completely psycho) Evil purposes that you run out are "to destroy"
or "to kill" etc, I must have run dozens of these evil purposes, then
we turned to my R/S handling. By now it's somewhere around the
beginning of 1978, I think. I really have very little sense of time
here- for one thing, one day was just like the next. There was no
variation. Week-ends were the same as week-days. It's all sort of big
lump to me- especially after I started on my Expanded Dianetics and my
brain really started to come apart. I was in sort of a cloud or a daze
most of the time, that's the only way I can describe it.

My R/S handling I think was the point where my brain wasn't just
falling apart, but it started to get fried. I was running out all
these evil purposes connected to the R/ses, and I started spouting out
the weirdest things like," to be somebody else", "to blow up a
planet","commit suicide", "to never grow up","to kill myself", " to
destroy bodies",". The list was endless. My brain was just getting
fried on all of this. I mean I had to have been the most evil and
craziest person that ever existed. I don't know how to describe what
happened other than my brain was frying up. I felt like I was in a
daze half of the time. I'd do things, sort of like watching myself
doing them but not realizing it, as it was somebody else, except that
I know it was me. I'd scream at my auditor, I'd throw down the cans to
the E-meter that I was holding, I'd refuse to get auditing. I just
created a real scene. So, of course, I ended up in ethics, and had
a"body guard" put on me.

This whole thing was a period of weeks, I think. But actually, in the
state I was in, it could have been 2 days or it could have been 2
months.

... Then I walked out of the garage, jumped over the wall, and just
kept walking. No one noticed me, I don't think anyone knew I had left
Sick Bay, so I was not guarded all the time.

I walked as a zombie for about 15 minutes, at least I think it was
about 15 minutes. I began to realize I had just jumped over the wall.
I was in serious trouble. I was petrified and wanted to return but if
I did, I would be under guard again and placed in the RPF's RPF. I
would also again be placed on their Bad Indicators (BI) list, which
consisted of people who were under guard at all times. I was on the
B.I. list when I was taken off the C/S post, except no one knows I
left the sick room, so they hadn't assigned a guard to me yet.

I'm not sure where I was, somewhere on Fort Harrison Avenue, I think.
I sat down on a stairway to figure out what to do. Then I remembered I
had made that phone call to get my friend's number, so I walked to a
7-11 and called her. I received directions to her house. It was
approximately 4-5 miles. I walked it, and when I got there, there were
4-5 guys waiting for me. I completely broke down when I saw them,
crying and carrying on. I told them I wanted to talk to my friend
alone. I was pretty incoherent talking to my friend. I wasn't making
too much sense by this point, and the tears were just flowing. I kept
crying about how I couldn't handle the RPF anymore. That, it was not
them but it was me; I said that I needed Expanded Dianetics and I had
to get myself handled because I was psychotic, but I couldn't get it
handled while in the RPF because I was too "restimulated"; and
therefore, I would never get out of the RPF. I was just rambling.
Meanwhile, my friend was convincing me to return to the RPF. She said
I would be a fool not to go back because I'd have such a "freeloader
bill" that I could never pay it back. She told me of a friend of ours
who had left Scientology, and then was killed in a motorcycle
accident. If I left I'd probably pull in a "motivator" like that
(Scientology believes that if you do something bad, then something bad
will happen back to you-called a motivator). Finally, I agreed to go
back, and route out" of the "Sea org".

So I was escorted back by the guys, and put under immediate guard. I
think by now it's about the beginning of August. The next few weeks
until I actually left are pretty hazy to me- sort of like mass of
confusion. I know I got a " Court of Ethics" and a "Committee of
Evidence" and a " Fitness Board". All of these were ethics actions
showing how bad I was for wanting to leave. If I began to"doubt" about
Scientology the MAA woult tell me that I was not doing the formulas
right and to go back and do them again. I was slowly becoming crazy.

Meanwhile I was under guard and refused to work most of the time, I
was a real "basket case". I finally reached a point where they would
let me sit and do nothing, or work on my condition formulas all day
long whith someone watching me. Sometimes they would have 2 people
watching me. One of the MAA's tried to throw me to the RPF's RPF, but
I screamed and yelled that I would "bite" him if he touched me. So
they just let me sit, except for hassling me during the day about
being a freeloader". They would say:"Don't you think you should do a
little work, at least to pay for the food you're eating?" I usually
replied with a "no". Sometimes I agreed to work. I think they were at
a point they just didn't know what to do with me anymore.

I finally announced that if I didn't leave I would become insane.

... On September 2, 1978, I boarded an airplane to Colorado with
pre-paid tickets from my parents.

If I could sum the RPF up in just one sentence, it would probably be:
IT IS A PROCESS BY WHICH THEY MAKE YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE PSYCHOTIC,
AND THEN YOU ACTUALLY DO BECOME PSYCHOTIC."

Ann Rosenblum was a CMO executive; she held an important post in West
Headquarters, La Quinta, California. In the RPF, she indeed received
many a sec-check. Among those security checks, she says in her
testimony she received a special security check written by the CMO on
everything she had been involved with or knew as a Messenger. How
ironical it was for her, since she had herself written a classified
Confessional of limited distribution! On the 3 March 1977, just a few
months before her being assigned to the RPF, she wrote a sec-check,
231 questions long, which she signed by her name and post: Commodore's
Messenger and approved by Hubbard...

Ann Rosenblum was just 23 in 1978. She managed to reconstruct herself
partly because of her parents' love.

Her 15 pages testimony on the RPF is moving and very complete.

5) Monica Pignotti's testimony in 1989:

"My nine lives in Scientology"

RPF on board Apollo, 1974

Extracts:

The Lesson of the RPF:

In January 1975, I was once again on the RPF. This time, however, it
was not like the RPF in 1974 that I had been through the first time.
This group of RPFers did not pull together to help each other through
and it was not so easy for me to get out. A new feature of the RPF had
been invented called the RPF's RPF, for people who got into trouble on
the RPF. A person assigned to the RPF's RPF had to work deep down in
the engine room of the ship all day, cleaning out bilges and was
supposed to sleep in the chain locker. No communication with anyone
was allowed exept for the RPF's ethics officer. The first person
assigned to the RPF's RPF was an executive from London named Ron
Hopkins. I caught occasional glimses of him on his way to and from the
engine room. He was covered with muck from the bilges and looked
miserable. He still had a chest cough from a bout of pneumonia he was
obviously still recovering from.

... Life on the RPF was hard, beginning each day at 5.30. We were
divided into groups of 5-7 people. The women's team cleaned all the
heads ( bathrooms) on the ship, certain passageways and lounges, such
as the aft lounge. Cleaning the heads didn't mean just swishing some
toilet bowl cleaner around and going on to the next one. We had to
scrub down the entire bathroom, including all the bulkheads(walls) and
ceilings. After we cleaned an area, it had to pass a white glove
inspection. If the glove came up dirty, the person who cleaned that
area had to run laps from bow to stern of the ship(about 1/5 of a mile
each). One time, when my senior wasn't satisfied the way I cleaned a
bathromm, she ordered me to " take a lap". I protested because I
thought she was being unfair and her reply was: " Don't Q&A with me.
Take 2 laps." I objected again and she said:"Take 4 laps!" This went
on until I was up to 10 laps, which I eventually had to do. Another
time, I was ordered to run laps and I walked them instead. The person
in charge of the RPF at the time, Homer Schomer, caught me walking and
ran after me. I tried to run away from him, but he was too fast for
me. He caught me by physically grabbing me and I ended up having to do
more laps. The lesson we were to learn on the RPF was to obey orders
without question, regardless of how we felt about it or who was giving
the orders. This was a lesson that I was, obviously very unwilling to
learn. I had not learned it my first time on the RPF, so I was back a
second time. Blind obedience violated everything I had ever valued. I
had thought that Scientology was about independence and
self-determinism, not blind obedience to authority.

... I felt desolated. There seemed to be no hope for me getting out of
the RPF. I can remember on day when I completely broke down.I went
down to the lower hold where the RPF classroom was and cried like I
have never cried before in my life. It felt like I was never going to
stop. I felt totally out of control. Finally, Ron Hopkins went to the
medical officer and got me some Cal mag which was supposed to calm me
down so I could get some rest. It seemed to work for a few hours, but
the next day, my grief came back. I went through several days wher I
couldn't stop crying.I was in a deep state of mourning. ...On an
emotional level, I had come to the realization that Scientology was a
sham, but only on an emotional level. I had no words to describe my
loss at the time. There was no exit counsellor or deprogrammer around
to help me see what was really happening. All I knew was that I felt
worse than I ever had in my entire life.

David Mayo noticed the state I was in and seemed very concerned, but
not even the senior case supervisor could fix what was wrong with me.I
felt I had lost everything.I had come with great dreams and visions
about what could be and I had worked hard to make those dreams a
reality.

... I had lost my ability to be angry. All I could do was cry. As
unhappy as I was, I believed that life outside of Scientology would be
much worse.

... And so it came to pass that on May 26 1975, I was assigned to the
RPF's RPF. I spent very long days down in the engine room, cleaning
foul smelling muck out of the bilges and then painting them.
Fortunately, Ron Hopkins showed me some mercy and I didn't have to
sleep in the chain locker. I was assigned a condition of ennemy and to
get out of it, I had to write up the formula, which was "find out who
you really are". I wrote the formula and submitted it to Ron Hopkins,
but he wouldn't accept what I had written. I didn't know what he
wanted me to write. For days, I struggled to find an answer that would
satisfy him. Who was I? At that point, I really didn't know. If I had
known who I really was I would have let them throw me out and gotten
as far away from the ship and everyone aboard as I could. But leaving
Scientology was a possibility that I was not willing to consider. I
felt that leaving Scientology would be worse than whatever hell I was
going through on the ship.

I spent 5 days on the RPF's RPF, but it seemed much longer. I wasn't
allowed to communicate with anyone except Ron Hopkins. I determined
that I would hang onto what little sanity I had left. The way I did
this was to shut off all my emotions. It was a matter of survival. I
finally wrote up my formula to Ron's satisfaction and got me out of
the RPF's RPF. I had been broken after a long hard struggle. When Ron
Hopkins said:" that's it, you're assigned to the RPF's RPF on May 26,
1975 in the aft lounge of the Flagship Apollo, something snapped in me
and I no longer had any urge to fight back.

I was no longer angry; I was no longer sad; I was no longer happy; I
felt nothing. I simply did as I was told.

At long last, I had learned the lesson of the RPF.

... Up to this point, I have not been at a loss for words in
describing my experiences but now I feel myself feeling that I have
little to say about the period that followed my being released from
RPF's RPF. Perhaps this is because ther was very little of me during
that time. My cult identity had taken over and I had become a
Rondroid, a robot for LRH. I had stopped causing trouble and did as I
was told."

Monica Pignotti lived in Scientology 6 years from 1971 to 1976. She
was only 18 in 1971 when she was working as a staff auditor in Salt
Lake City Mission. In 1973 she joined the SO at AOLA; she was already
OT 3 and a Class VI auditor. As her reputation of being a good auditor
was growing, Mary Sue Hubbard (the guru's wife) invites her personally
to go to the Flagship Apollo where Hubbard lived. That was considered
to be an honor. She lived there 2 years and witnessed unbeleivable
incidents onboard the ship. She told her experience very accuratly in
her excellent testimony. She was arbitrarely assigned to the RPF twice
and once to the RPF's RPF onboard the ship.

When she finally emerged from those terrifying emprisonments Monica
stayed a little while at the Flag land base after the Flagship had
been sold in 1975. She held against her wishes the post of D of P at
AOLA in May 1976. In August 1976, after she was threatened to have a
Com Ev (equivalent to a court martial) she took a bus to Michigan the
day after. She went to her mother's and during 9 months, she did
nothing else than trying to understand what had happened and to adapt
herself to her new life. She went to the Michigan University and
passed a BA, then a Masters Degree in Social Work, passed her
licensing exam (CSW) and is now a certified mental health professional
in New York.(Since update August1996).

6) Larry D. Wollersheim's affidavit, 4-2-1980

RPF onboard "Excalibur" 1974?

Extract:

... Finally the cult assigned me to the RPF, which meant I was evil
and that I had to rehabilitate myself. That experience was the most
degrading experience of my life. The RPF on onboard the "Excalibur"
was moored at San Pedro, California. We were emprisoned except when we
had to clean the ship decks which was a small area. The food was so
bad that a person called Bill Yaoude was hospitalized because of
malnitrition. I spent my days wondering why I was so evil and rebel to
the cult orders and to cult policies. They were "saving mankind" and I
was then against the only organization working to save the planet! I
was audited and corrected on past auditing again and again, until I
could no longer take it. Then I secretely planned to jump overboard.
When I tried to do it, I was caught and maintained onboard until the
Ethics officer came and told me what would happen to me if I left; I
would be declared an SP and in treason. I bought the threat and went
back to the RPF. Long weeks afterwards, I was freed from the RPF and
told I was put there on a mistake".

Larry D. Wollersheim has been suing Scientology since 1985. When he
launched his civil case he placed the OT levels in the court record.
(Lamont.) He won a 2.5 $ which was never paid by the cult. Instead,
Scientology has incessantly been appealing and taking advantage of the
justice system to continue to harass Wollersheim and not pay him. In
the Net, it is commonly referred to "Wollersheim the V"!

Julia Darcondo tells in her book ;Voyage Au Centre de la Secte *
published in 1987, how she helped Larry to escape from Copenhagen RPF.
Larry could not endure to sufferring through an other RPF and managed
to escape. ..." He had run right in front of him, on the deserted
streets. He then saw me carrying my suitcase. He knew me from sight
and that I was a public from Paris Org. He then staked his all,
risking his being denounced. His expression was still charged with
terror." (extract from Julia Darcondo's book)

* Copyrights of that book were mysteriously bought by the cult!.

7) Stacy young's affidavit, 13-10-1994

RPF at PAC, Los Angeles, California, 1982

Extracts:

...177) " Miscavige charged me with being an agent who had been sent
in to destroy Scientology. He claimed that I was working for Michael
Flynn, an attorney who was successfully litigating against Scientology
at that time. He ordered me to submit to what was known as a "
gang-bang" sec check. Two very large, strong men, André Tabayoyon and
Rick Aznaran, locked me in a room and interrogated me for hours.
During the interrogation, they screamed and swore at me. They accused
me of all sorts of crimes against Scientology. They demanded that I
confess to being an enemy agent.

178) Miscavige had also ordered me to do the " Running Program" as
part of the requirements for getting off the RPF. This consisted of
running around an orange pole for 12 hours a day. I was supposed to do
that until I had some sort of realization about what was wrong with
me, whereupon, presumably, I would stop being critical of him.

179) After one of the gang-bang sec check sessions, I was extremely
upset. I was not paying sufficiently careful attention to where I was
placing my feet as I ran around the orange pole. I ran straight-legged
into a pothole about a foot deep and smashed one of my sacroiliac
disks. This put me flat on my back. I was unable to walk. I was under
orders from a doctor not to move because he thought ther was a danger
that I might suffer paralysis from movement before the swelling in the
disk subsided. I paid for the doctor myself, since Miscavige had
ordered that no one give me any assistance whatsoever and, indeed, I
was not paid at all for several months on the RPF.

180) Despite my medical condition, diagnosed by a Scientologist
doctor, Miscavige issued orders that I be sent to Florida to get me as
far away from my husband as possible. Miscavige said he was afraid I
would turn my husband against him. A Commodore's Messenger burst into
my room one evening and ordered me to pack immediately so that I could
catch a flight to Clearwater that night. I was to be transferred to
the RPF at the Flag Land Base, another Scientology compound. I
protested, she continued to insist that I get up until I was finally
able to get her on the phone with the doctor, who told her the church
would be responsible if I ended up paralysed.

181) Although Miscavige allowed me to remain in Los Angeles, I was
imprisoned, under guard, on the seventh floor of the building, so that
I could not escape and reach my husband. We were not allowed to see
each other at all for 3 months and even our letters to each other were
intercepted. Neither of us knew what had happened to the other and it
was agonizing for both of us. I was under threat of expulsion and I
believed that if I were expelled I would never see my husband again. I
was deathly afraid that Miscavige would lie to my husband about me and
turn him against me. I finally convinced Miscavige that I was not a
threat to him, and my husband and I were allowed to see each other
again. Miscavige Rules Via the Sea Organization: There is No Corporate
Integrity.

182) Horror stories like this could be told by any Scientology staff
member who had worked in close proximity with Miscavige. The only
people who will talk about him, however, are those who have left,
because as long as they are inside he virtually holds the power of
life and death over them. He can separate them from the spouses,
separate them from their children, keep them from sleeping, keep them
from eating anything but rice and beans, imprison them for years in
the prison camps known as the RPF. Miscavige's power is absolute, and
it has nothing to do with corporate boundaries. As did Hubbard before
him, he wields his power via the Sea Organization, which is an
inincorporated, fiercely dedicated, group of Scientologists. It is the
Sea Org that actually runs all of Scientology."

Stacy Young held several executive posts during the 15 years she
worked in the SO; from 1975 to 1989. In direct contact with the new
guru called Miscavige whom she was the scapegoat, her testimony is
extremely revealing, all the more interesting since she held key posts
in Management; Office of the Guardien (OSA) and ASI.

8) David Mayo's affidavit, 14-10-1994

RPF at "Happy Valley" near Hemet, California, 1982.

Extracts:

... 14) On August 29, 1982, David Miscavige, and others, acting on the
orders of L. Ron Hubbard, kidnapped me and subsequently kept me
captive and physically and mentally abused me for 6 months during this
period, Miscavige, an officer and director of RTC, told me in the
presence of Vicki Aznaran, President of RTC, Mark Yaeger, Commanding
Officer, CMO INT of CSI that if I ever escaped, he would personally
see to it that the ressources of the Church of Scientology would
destroy my character and reputation internationally. During that 6
month period of captivity, I was forced to run around a tree in the
desert in temperatures of up to 110 ° for 12 hours a day, 7 days a
week, for 3 months. I was under tremendous coercion and duress, I was
refused medical and dental treatment (after escaping activity I lost 6
teeth and required thousands of dollars of dental work to save the
rest of my teeth) I was not permitted to make or receive phone calls
and all letters I wrote were read by Scientology security guards. I
was awakened during the night and interrogated (mainly by Jesse
Prince) In early February 1983, I was told by Rick Aznaran, Director
of Security, RTC, (husband of Vicki Aznaran, President of RTC) to get
the idea of leaving out of my head because I would never leave the
property alive.

...17) I was in extreme danger and under substancial duress during the
6 month period of captivity and torture. The duress affected me even
after my escape. "

David Mayo was Senior C/S Int until 1982 and an initial trustee of
RTC. He had worked directly with Hubbard, was his former Senior aide.
He says he was the primary source of Nots and Solo Nots, he was
Hubbard's auditor on Nots. Thorically, he was the testimentary heir as
far as the cult technology was concerned, but he was arbitrarely taken
out, along with many others, by David Miscavige after a power struggle
in which he won absolute control over the multinational cult. David
Mayo headed a breakaway mouvement called "The Advanced Ability Center"
in Santa Barbara until it was closed in 1986. David and Julie Mayo
have been living in the Dominican Rebublic since 1988. Needless to say
that they have been constantly and outrageously harassed ever since
they left Scientology. In August 1994, David Mayo was even sent in
jail in Santo Domingo accused of "practising Scientology without a
licence"; he was released the day after without being charged since he
had not committed any crime*.

*Ref: Julie Mayo's posting on Newsgroup.

9) André Tabayoyon's affidavit, 4-4-1994

RPF at " Happy Valley" near Hemet, California, 1987

Extract:

..." 72) In 1987, I observed Miscavige order Vicki Aznaran
incarcerated at a place called Happy Valley. Happy Valley was a ranch
11 miles away from the Gold base near Hemet. It was then one of the
RPF Scientology correction and detention facilities. Vicki had been
the Senior Executive in RTC. Miscavige won a power struggle and took
her off that post. He ordered her into the RPF which was part of Gold,
a unit in CSI.

73) I was at the Happy Valley complex when Vicki was driven up. She
arrived in one car. Miscavige arrived in another car right behind her.
After Vicki and Miscavige had left the respective cars in which they
arrived, I heard Miscavige scream at Vicki: " You're going to do the
f---ing RPF". I didn't see or hear Vicki make any response. I saw her
go into the berthing facility.

74) A short time later, I spoke to Miscavige during his inspection of
the stairs and patio of a building which was under construction at the
base. He was wearing a new captain's uniform, a rank to which he
appointed himself. I complimented him in his new uniform. Miscavige
told me that Vicki, Jesse Prince and Spike Bush. He said: " I'm almost
positive they won't make it through the RPF. They're criminals".

75) Vicki spent 120 days on the RPF. As Director of Renovations and
Construction Gold, a CSI department at the Gold base, I was in charge
of supervising the work performed by the RPF at the time. Miscavige
instructed us to keep a close watch kept on Vicki because he feared
she would try to escape.

76) For 12 hours every day, for the duration of her stay, except for
the few occasions when she was too ill to move, I saw her run around a
pole (" the running program"). This is one of the most severe forms of
RPF. It is reserved for persons deemed to be in a very low ethics
status. It is often regarded as a program to contain persons regarded
as crazy by the Scientology hierarchy. In addition to the running
program, Vicki was also working on other projects for an additional 5
hours a day.

77) Eventually, Vicki successfully escaped from the RPF. She is now
suing Scientology.

Note: Strangely enough, Vicki Aznaran did not even mention her RPF
"experiences" in her own affidavit, 7-3-1994.

10) Mental control techniques listing used in the RPF

André Tabayoyon's affidavit, 4-4-1994

Extracts:

... 11) The indoctrination I received in the Sea Organization was
extensive. It fully acquainted me with the coercive methods that
Scientology uses on its staff and public. My training included the
following courses which had the content as indicated below:

A) FLAG EXECUTIVE BRIEFING COURSE (FEBC)

All the policy ever written by Hubbard about the running, debugging,
and if needed the creation of a complete organization using thought
reform ideas and practices in conjonction with coercive persuasion on
the staff and public.

B) ORG EXECUTIVE COURSE (OEC) (same as above)

D) REHABILITATION PROJECT FORCE INDOCTRINATION TRAINING

E) REHABILITATION PROJECT FORCE SECTION OFFICER HAT

F) REHABILITATION PROJECT FORCE MASTER AT ARMS HAT

I learned in the above courses how to use thought reform processes to
make persons amenable to persuasion.

G) REHABILITATION PROJECT FORCE TECH IN CHARGE HAT

I learned how to administer various thought, ideological and social
reform procedures to reorient now compliant subjects of thought
reform- to accept Scientology goals as articulated by Hubbard and /
Miscavige.

H) REHABILITATION PROJECT FORCE QUAL IN CHARGE HAT

This training taught me how to recognize misaplication of thought,
ideological and social reform procedures so as to maximize the effect
that coercive persuasion had on subjects under my supervision.

I) REHABILITATION PROJECT FORCE SUPERVISOR TRAINING

I was taught how to use thought reform procedures to change the most
fundamental aspects of a subject's personality and exact a comitment
from the subject to further Scientology's goals of clearing planet
Earth.

J)REHABILITATION PROJECT FORCE AUDITOR TRAINING

I learned how to use thought reform to coerce subjects into confessing
their crimes and sins against Scientology as a step towards their
"rehabilitation" as dedicated Scientologists.

K)ROLL BACK TRAINING

I received training on how to trace rumors, statements of disaffection
or anti-Scientology thought back to its source so that it could be
obliterated and sources of disaffection eliminated.

L)BLACK PR RUNDOWN TRAINING

This training was to teach you how to find out who is spreading
negative information and to fully handle him with coercive mind
practices. I learned how to ferret out negative information about
Scientology; once you found out, those who are guilty become targets
for internal " fair game" tactics such as the RPF's RPF or general
mental abuse.

M) TRUTH RUNDOWN TRAINING

I learned how to use thought reform to correct improper conduct by
persons spreading rumors or black PR about Scientology.

N) INTROSPECTION TRAINING

I learned Scientological techniques to reach persons who had suffered
psychotic breaks during the thought reform process. Persons in this
condition were not capable of relating to the real world. For the most
part, introspection training focused on limiting the stimuli to which
the victims were exposed with the hope that over time they would
recover.

O) FALSE PURPOSE RUNDOWN TRAINING

These are a whole series of thought reform practices used to change
people's way of thinking. I learned how to supervise auditors
reforming thoughts of people while on the RPF.

P) FALSE DATA STRIPPING TRAINING

This is a technique to ferret out and remove out tech (Non-orthodox
Scientology) ideas and to replace the out tech ideas with Hubbard's
information.

Q) TOO GRUESOME TRAINING

This training teaches a supervisor how to instill complete terror and
abject fear in subordinates so that subordinates will comply with the
supervisor's orders without questions. I have been a member of various
Churches of Scientology for 21 years from 1971 to 1992. During this
time, I received extensive and intensive training as a Scientologist.

...16) The Sea Organization is to Scientology what the Communist Party
was to Soviet Russia and the Gestapo was to Nazi Germany. Indeed, Sea
Org members were not allowed to read communist doctrines, or magazines
and books about mind control and thought reform because of the
similarity to the Sea Org life that these documents present.

... 18) As a Sea Org member, I received thousands of hours of training
in basic Sea Org policy. In 1977, I was assigned to the RPF for 18
months. In 1980, I was assigned to the RPF for another 2 1/2 years. In
1987, I was again assigned to the RPF for another 18 months.
Accordingly, I spent appox. 6 years in total on the RPF. During these
6 years I also spent time-- 19 full days-- on the RPF'sRPF. The
RPF'sRPF is designed to totally destroy any individual determinism to
not want to do the RPF. RPF is a totally involuntary type of gulag or
concentration camp. In order to get out, and stay out, you must prove
that you have altered the ideals, morals, social and emotional
attitudinal values of another member of the RPF of a long duration as
evidenced by the physical actions and motions of the person so
altered. One must also prepare written evidence in the form of success
stories of how wonderful and voluntary the RPF was.

André Tabayoyon has had the courage to write a thirty pages testimony
which is an unbeleivable account of the life lived inside secret
headquarters of the cult. I just took extracts having to do with RPF,
but reading the entire affidavit is extremely enlightening. In fact,
each testimony, affidavit, book, from which I have presented an
extract, show a particular sinister and hidden part of the cult of
Scientology.

André Tabayoyon escaped the cult after 20 years of loyal "services"
taking with him his wife Mary* but failing to locate his 21 years old
son whom he has not seen since. He left Hemet base in December 92,
since he felt he had suddenly fallen from grace to Miscavige's eyes.
He knew he would have been ordered to run around a pole 12 hours a
day, 7 days a week for months if he did'nt leave in time. He already
knew all atrocities committed on others...

I shall not throw the first stone at someone who took the risk of
writing such a stunning affidavit, but still, I have this strange
feeling about André Tabayoyon; he never, not once in his testimony,
showed the slightest hint of remorse, or compassion towards horrors
practised on staff. But looking at the dates, there is no wonder;
only16 months separate the time he left, to the time he wrote the
affidavit.

*Mary Tabayoyon has written a breathtaking affidavit on systematic
abortion practices demanded of all Sea Organization personel.

End of second part

Posted in May 1997

Nefertiti

A BUG FOR CO$

END of Nefertiti's story of an escape from Scientology's RPF

[OT III]

"arnie lerma - www.lermanet.com" <ale...@nospam.bellatlantic.net> wrote in message news:8l7upvs1s1hpoc5mq...@4ax.com...

Extracts:

Extracts:

RPF onboard "Excalibur" 1974?

Extract:

Extracts:

Extracts:

Extract:

Extracts:

K)ROLL BACK TRAINING

L)BLACK PR RUNDOWN TRAINING

M) TRUTH RUNDOWN TRAINING

N) INTROSPECTION TRAINING

Q) TOO GRUESOME TRAINING

End of second part

Posted in May 1997

Nefertiti

A BUG FOR CO$

http://www.lermanet.com/cos/enggulag.html

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Dear Arnie:

What an inspiring piece of liteature.

It must have taken you a whole week to write it.

OT III - SP 4

[OT III]

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Nefertiti's Story continued:

RPF TESTIMONIES EXTRACTS LISTING:

7) Stacy Young: affidavit,13-10-1994

9) André Tabayoyon: affidavit,4-4-1994

André Tabayoyon: affidavit, 4-4-1994

RPF at Flag, 1977

Extract:

Extracts:

Extract from the transcript:

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Dear Arnie:

What an inspiring piece of literature.

[OT III]

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http://www.lermanet.com/cos/enggulag.html

"THE CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY"

OR

THE GURU'S GULAGS

STORY OF AN ESCAPE

By NEFERTITI

Prologue:

DEDICATION:

CONTENT

I Part;

Prologue 1

Content 2

1. The decision 3

Epilogue 27

II Part:

-Tonja Burden 30

-Hana Whithfield 31

-Dennis Erlich 34

-Ann Rosenblum 35

-Monica Pignotti 38

-Larry Wollersheim 42

-Stacy Young 43

-David Mayo 45

-André Tabayoyon 46

used in the RPF

Alexandre Dumas son.

1. The decision.

She hesitated. I insisted:

She answered very fast.

Pierre Corneille.

4) Copenhagen, Denmark

2)No pay.

3)No training.

4)No auditing.

6)Six hours sleep maximum

End of quote.

Lautréamont, Maldoror' Songs

http://www.lermanet.com/cos/enggulag.html

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Dear Arnie:

What an inspiring piece of literature.

It must have taken a whole week for you to write it.

[OT III]

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>http://www.lermanet.com/cos/enggulag.html

Nefertiti's Story continued:

Jacques Coeur's motto.

You'll be fine.

http://www.lermanet.com/cos/enggulag.html

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Dear Arnie:

What in inspiring piece of literature.

[ed bogel]

arnie lerma - www.lermanet.com <ale...@nospam.bellatlantic.net> wrote in message news:<c87upvkrehdau9oga...@4ax.com>...

Is this really true? I just don't understand how the C of S is able
to get away with this type of thing. Are they still doing this? Can
they really hold people against their will? I mean it IS against the
law, isn't it? Can't they go to jail for doing this?

I don't care what kind of release and waiver form you get a person to
sign it still doesn't give a license to kill, harrass, maim, imprison,
rape or whatever other crime they feel like committing.

But from what I've read here on ARS and from what I know from personal
contacts it is more often that people are put under psychological
duress to stay rather than physical. If people are held against their
will physically then a crime has been committed.

[arnie lerma - www.lermanet.com]

hell ed,
you need to put their state of mind into perspective
try reading this:
http://www.lermanet.com/reference/77Granjurypart1.htm

If you dont get CAUGHT then it is LEGAL
and OK in Scientology Management

The SUPREME TEST OF A THETAN IS THE ABILITY TO MAKE THINGS GO RIGHT

>I don't care what kind of release and waiver form you get a person to
>sign it still doesn't give a license to kill, harrass, maim, imprison,
>rape or whatever other crime they feel like committing.
>
>But from what I've read here on ARS and from what I know from personal
>contacts it is more often that people are put under psychological
>duress to stay rather than physical. If people are held against their
>will physically then a crime has been committed.

Yes, crimes are being committed and Im convinced there are many who
want to leave but cannot escape from Gold base and the Freewinds

I was locked in the cellar of the Hollywood Inn once
padlocked in a wire cage...

I was also held and guarded ( I could not leave ) in a room
at Ft Harrission

Lisa Mcpherson was tied down...

Jeff Jacobsen has a whole list he is compiling of this stuff

Arnie Lerma