Maria Pia Gardini's Declaration #3
Stacy Brooks
I, Maria Pia Gardini, declare as follows:
1. I am over the age of 18 years.
2. The statements herein are of my own personal knowledge and if called
upon as a witness I can testify competently thereto.
3. On January 1, 1992 at twelve thirty in the afternoon I was sitting at
table for lunch with some friends i.e. Franco Baggio, his wife Marilena and his
son Alessandro, Masimo Cavadenti (now deceased) and Letizia Pizza, when a taxi
entered my garden. Four people emerged. My butler came to table to inform me
of the visitors, as they were quite unexpected. In Italy, you don't just drop
in on people on the first day of the year. It is to be spent with family and
close friends.
4. I went to the window to see who it was. It was Charmaign (last name
unknown), who was the Super Power registrar In Charge in Flag Service Org in
Clearwater, Fl; her husband; a staff member from CLO Italy named Simonetta; and
a public from Los Angeles, a blond haired woman whom I never seen since.
5. Charmaign stood in my garden yelling for me to come down and pay for
the taxi, as they didn't have a penny. Mr. Baggio went instead of me. They
then came upstairs to the dining room and I asked why there were there. Were
they lost or what? Charmaign said no, she had come expressly to me to talk to
me about Super Power.
6. All four people then sat at the table and began to eat our meals. I
was shocked by their horrible manners and even smacked Charmaign's hand when
she tried to take food from my plate. This woman was in full Sea Org uniform
with stripes and everything. My butler was looking quite shocked.
7. This was my first year alone since my daughter and mother had died and
my friends and I were shocked that they had come on this day to reg me for
money. Charmaign told me they were in Italy and came to "get their stats up."
So, they start telling me all about Super Power project until Franco Baggio
asked them to stop so they could at least eat and they would discuss it
afterward.
8. At this point, Charmaign began drinking wine, lots of wine until she
became totally drunk. We had to put her in bed in the guest room with her
husband. The rest of us went into another room to talk socially.
9. At 6:00 p.m. Charmaign woke up. She was yelling and screaming, "Why
did you let me sleep!" We told her she was so drunk she couldn't stand up from
the chair. She then started right in telling me she wanted $35,000 from me for
a Cornerstone donation to the project. She told me she would not leave the
house until I paid. This went on until 8:00 p.m. as I tried to resist her in
every way, even locking myself in the bathroom for half an hour with her
banging on the outside saying she would never leave.
10. My butler then came in and told us that dinner way ready. I did not
want Charmaign and company to stay for dinner as I had other family arriving.
Franco finally told me to give her something so she would get out, so I offered
her a check for $10,000 to leave. I told the butler to take one of my cars and
take them to the train station and put her on any train he could find.
11. I was still a staff member of Flag at this time and Charmaign was a
senior officer to me. This is one thing that made it very difficult for me to
kick her out of my home. I would have been in very strong ethics problems if I
had over stepped my limit in how I treated an officer.
I declare under penalty of perjury under the laws of the United States of
America and the state of Florida that the foregoing is true and correct.
Executed in Clearwater, Florida this 19th day of January 2001.
Maria Pia Gardini
Kng Peter
The people who came to visit you were Charmain and Bruce Roger. Back when I
was a Scientologist, and lived in Clearwater, they were banned from my house.
This was because their predecessor--a portly reg named Vic--came over one night
and stayed so long, and was so obnoxious in his pursuit of money, that both my
(then) wife and I went to bed and left him, alone, still talking in our living
room.
The "Superpower" registrars didn't manage to get much money out of me as long
as I was married, but they attacked much more successfully once I became
separated. Knowing I was depressed, they visited me in my apartment and
convinced me that that phase of my life was over, and that I should move on.
They recommended the sea org to me. (This was despite the fact that I was
running a successful, multi-million dollar entertainment business.) Catching
me in a weak moment...I gave them $65,000....
Later, when I briefly resumed my relationship with my ex-wife, and she
discovered that these hitherto "banned" registrars had waited until I was
alone, and depressed to extract money from me, she had a fit and "wrote them
up." Needless to say, this write up went nowhere.
Meanwhile, my (then) wife decided she was PTS to the Flag Land Base (PTS =
connected to a suppressive = Flag Land Base is suppressive) and decided to move
to San Francisco. Since I had a business going in Clearwater, I couldn't just
"pick up and move" so I was quite concerned. At this junction, Registrar Abby
Lancaster and FSM Leslie Lurie decided to strike. They told me they could
convince my ex-wife not to move away if I would donate $33,000 for six "NOTS"
intensives. Since I couldn't seem to talk my wife out of the idea that Flag
was suppressive, I agreed.
I donated the $33,000 and then told my wife, who had another fit, and moved
away anyhow.
The above indicates the basic tactics of Scientology registrars: wait until
someone is vulnerable, then strike, extract money, and move on to the next
victim. In retrospect, the avarice of these people makes them more like
vultures than human beings. Nice religion, eh?
Peter N. Alexander
Warrior
says...
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>Maria,
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>The people who came to visit you were Charmain and Bruce Roger. Back when I
>was a Scientologist, and lived in Clearwater, they were banned from my house.
>This was because their predecessor--a portly reg named Vic--came over one night
Could this be the portly registrar Vic Scelza?
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