What Really Happened in INCOMM

Dan Garvin

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- The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre -

"What Really Happened in INCOMM – Part 1" revealed the internal events
leading up to the virtual disappearance of INCOMM personnel for
several months. A confidential report from OSA Investigations Aide
Linda Hamel's computer files had turned up on
alt.religion.scientology, posted by someone calling himself -AB-. An
investigation headed by RTC executive Warren McShane identified -AB-
as Tom Rummelhart, a night computer operator in INCOMM, who was
security checked and then quietly sent far away.

"Mission accomplished. Finally, we could go home and get some sleep.
Except I couldn't. I had been two weeks or more full time on this, and
the clock was still ticking on my real project, the overhaul of the
OSA Computer System. Also, I had to put together a proposal for making
the OSA computers utterly impervious and secure. Fortunately, my
non-SO associate had continued to work away while I was off catching
spies. A couple early mornings later, I was sitting in my office
behind INCOMM reception, trying to stay awake after having worked all
night. It was February 14th, Valentine's Day. In walked ..."

In walked Susan Bolstadt, with a woman I didn't recognize. I hadn't
seen Susan for years – didn't realize she was still in the Sea Org.
She had been my boss briefly in 1983, while I was getting busted off
the Western U.S. Programs Chief post. After we exchanged surprised
"Hello's," Susan asked me what I was doing there. I told her, and
wondered the same thing about her. She asked me to follow her.

We went toward the interior of INCOMM. The door, always before locked
tight, stood wide open. That explained it. There had been a serious
security breach from within INCOMM, so an ethics mission had been sent
down to handle the internal out-ethics in INCOMM and make sure that
such a situation could never recur.

This is normal procedure, and I'd been through it many times in other
settings. At the higher levels, whenever someone important blows
(suddenly disappears without authorization) or turns out to have been
involved in seriously out-ethics activity, there is at least an
investigation, if not a mission. The assumptions are, first, that the
person had to have been exhibiting "indicators" (clues indicating
underlying out-ethics), and, second, that the only way the other
personnel could have missed noticing these indicators was that they
were blinded by their own out-ethics situations. Both these
assumptions are firmly based in fundamental Hubbard policy and
"technology"; therefore, they are infallible. Everyone has to do O/W
write-ups, the top execs and those most closely involved are sec
checked, and often the entire org is assigned an ethics condition
below Non-Existence. It's always unpleasant, but if can show that your
own statistics are "up" (rising), you are automatically exempted from
individually applying the lower condition.

All this flashed through my sleep-deprived brain in the instant I saw
the open door. I realized that Susan and her cohort were just
collecting up everybody they found in the org. Since I wasn't part of
INCOMM, I shouldn't be involved; I hoped I could convince Susan – then
I saw Warren McShane by the opening. Oh, good! He knew everything. He
would straighten them out and I could get back to work. Susan had me
wait behind while she went over to McShane and talked with him a bit.
I saw him nod "yes." Oh – well, probably just a formality. I'd get a
briefing or something with the rest of them, because I was in on the
deal, and then they'd send me away. They wouldn't let a lower echelon
fellow like me see the burning brimstone rain down upon INCOMM. I felt
sorry for them, but, well, they *had* missed what Rummelhart was
doing.

As we walked in I shot a cheery (if bleary), "Hi, sir!" to McShane. He
nodded and gave me one of those warm, friendly, honest smiles that
Scientologists, actors, and politicians are so good at. That convinced
me. Nothing to worry about.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Thirty seconds later I walked in to a huge, linoleum-floored room with
dozens of people standing in two long rows. One row was males, the
other females. There were a few people standing around them in
missionaire uniforms. Nobody explained anything; nobody said a word,
except a missionaire who gave me a manila envelope and told me to
write my name on it, empty my pockets into it, and put my pager in as
well. I complied. He sealed the envelope and put it on a row of tables
covered with similar envelopes. He told me to spread my feet and hold
my arms out, and he frisked me. Then he went over me with a
metal-detecting wand. Satisfied, he sent me to stand in the male line.

We just stood there. After a while, somebody else was brought in. This
was a woman I had seen and spoken to a few times. She was also
non-INCOMM staff, working in the same non-cleared wing as I. She had
to empty her pockets. She was taken off to a private room, undoubtedly
to be frisked and "wanded" by a female missionaire. Then she joined
the female line. This went on for a while. Mostly we all just stood
there silently. Every so often a new person was brought in,
de-pocketed, detected, and deposited in either of the lines.

After half an hour or an hour, a new missionaire walked in. The male
frisker barked, "Atten-TION!" We complied. This was Liz Ingber, a Sea
Org officer and a senior executive who, as far as I know, has been one
since the Apollo days. I was impressed. There aren't many
Hubbard-and-Apollo-minted top execs left. The ones that didn't blow
mostly got busted or found unqualified and are on lower posts or in
lower orgs. Even RTC executives, though they have more power, do not
have the eminence of someone like "Mr. Ingber." (In the Sea Org,
officers are "mister" and "sir," whether male or female.)

She ordered everyone to our side of the room, so she wouldn't be
between the two lines. She began: "You're all assigned a condition of
Confusion. You allowed an SP to infiltrate INCOMM." ("Confusion" is
the lowest ethics condition in Scientology, worse than Enemy and
Treason.) She went on about how suppressive we all were for ignoring
this threat which could have wiped out Scientology entirely and was
requiring enormous senior executive intervention to protect mankind's
only hope. Obviously, we did not care if SPs destroyed the Church, and
just as obviously, this meant we had massive crimes of our own. The
mission was going to find them and find out who else among us were
working for the enemy. "You're all under house arrest. You're not to
leave the base. You're not to leave INCOMM." And so on. She never did
say who the "SP" was or what he had actually done, which was to defend
Scientology, however misguidedly, by posting a PI report that
bolstered the Church's claims.

If I hadn't been so exhausted, I might have been angry. Instead, I was
bewildered and on the verge of insane cackling. This wasn't happening!
It couldn't be! There must be some misunderstanding … There must be
some kind of mistake … The Phil Collins song started playing inside my
head, over and over and over. It was the sound track to my Nightmare
on Fountain Street. I kept biting my tongue to stay alert and keep
from breaking out into hysterics. After Ingber's speech, the
non-INCOMM personnel were collected separately so the security guards
(that's who the friskers and watchers were) could ask us who we were
and what org we worked for. Some of them I didn't know either. They
came to a young chap with an English accent and asked his name. "Phil
Collins, sir." "There must be some misunderstanding … woo-oo-oo …
There must be some kind of mistake …." At that point I nearly did
break out laughing. I wondered if this was what it felt like to be
insane … I didn't feel insane, I didn't feel any different at all,
just tired, but that was just too much. It was impossible to believe!
Well, on the bright side, if I really was crazy, they'd have to let me
go and all this would be over. (Little did I know what had happened to
Lisa McPherson just a few weeks before.)

It wasn't until several days later that I learned the kid had actually
said, in his thick Mancunian accent, "Phil Collinson."

Well. The preliminaries ended, and it was time for us to start
applying the ethics conditions. I still had the fond notion that I'd
be out of there in a few days, so the thing to do to hasten my release
was get busy with the program. The formula for Confusion is "Find out
where you are." You have to do a locational on the area you're in,
then compare it to other areas where you've been, and then do another
locational on your present area. A locational is a type of simple
Scientology processing in which the auditor points at something and
tells the pc or pre-OT to look at it, then does same thing with
something else, and so on. There's no e-meter, and they walk around.
It's pretty informal. People "twin up" and do the process on each
other. It doesn't require any training; just read how to do it and do
it. But it *is* auditing, and the auditor's code applies – it's a
serious offense to audit someone who hasn't had enough sleep. I told
one of the security guards I'd been up all night and asked if I could
go get some sleep so I could do the Confusion locationals. He said
nope, just do it. I complied. My "twin," a kid named Don, and I walked
around this huge, nearly bare, underground room full of people,
pointing out things, or having them pointed out and looking at them.

After my Confusion formula write-up was approved by the mission, I got
to work on Treason, then Enemy, then Doubt. In those, you're just
supposed to have some realizations and make decisions and write stuff
down. That was good. I could sit down, facing the wall, and sort of
prop my head up and think about what to write. And if I occasionally
dozed off for a few minutes, nobody who cared noticed. Later on we
were fed, still in the same room. In the beginning, we spent nearly
all our waking hours in that room.

Early that first day, everybody's pagers, in the envelopes, started
beeping. Mine fired off a few minutes after I missed morning muster in
OSA Int. I told the head security guard that I needed to respond to
the pages, even if it was to tell the Director of Inspections and
Reports of OSA Int why I wasn't in and couldn't come in. The reply?
Nope. Let it beep. And so they beeped, in their sealed envelopes, for
hours and hours until they were finally all carried away. I never saw
mine, nor any of my pocket-contents, again until a few days before I
was released.

I don't know if it was that day or the next that they started putting
us to work. On my first job, several of us were taken to an ordinary
public storage facility in Burbank. My jaw hit the ground. *This* was
where INCOMM had been storing all the backups and archive tapes from –
forever! With nothing but a flimsy padlock between our top security
materials and the world's SPs! There were two large units. One was
filled wall to wall and floor to ceiling with tapes, and the other was
getting there. Of course, they were enormous tapes that held very
little data, even by the standards of the day. I estimate that the
whole mess would have fit on 1,000 CD-ROMs. But it wasn't, and we had
to get it out of there. Even OSA records were stored there. Under the
watchful eyes of our guards, who could see every twist in the hall and
every person, we chain-relayed the boxes till we had an elevator full,
then chained them out into a rental truck. We did this over and over
until the units were empty. We went back to INCOMM, and the truck went
… elsewhere. Of course, I never learned where that was. I would guess
it was to the INCOMM facility at "Int" (the Gold base).

That was swell for my Liability condition, though, the next one above
Doubt, because as required it was an "effective blow against the
enemies of the group," the enemy being "out-security." It's tough to
find flesh-and-blood enemies of Scientology when you're stuck inside a
room full of Sea Org members. Unfortunately, that night or the next I
almost let something into the trash that should have been shredded, so
I had to start all over again at Treason, since "OUT-SECURITY =
TREASON" in the Sea Org according to a Flag Order by Hubbard.

Fine. Not fine, but, well, shit happens. Mostly it would be just more
writing, writing, writing, and I'd have to think up a new "enemy" to
deliver an effective blow against. Speaking of writing, the next thing
we had to do when we were not working on ethics conditions or just
plain working, was to write up our overts and withholds – O/W
write-ups. That was always a good time-killer, and it didn't look like
anybody was getting loose without a sec check, and theoretically
writing up your O/Ws would shorten your time in sec checking. Plus we
were ordered to do it. I complied.

Later on my work took a number of forms, but one of the bigger jobs
was to sit with a crew inside the generator hut (you can see it from
Catalina Street, just south of the "Horseshoe" entrance to the
Complex), destroying obsolete 14" WORM cartridges that had been used
to store images of Data Files documents. We had to sand down the media
to the reflective backing and obliterate it. That ate up several
weeks. Other times we had to destroy hard drives by taking them apart
and sanding all the magnetic media off the aluminum disks. Know
something? You have never seen a strong magnet if you have not taken
apart a modern hard drive and gotten at the magnets that control the
read-write head movements. All other magnets are puny weaklings by
comparison. I was playing with a pair of them and slipped – they came
together so hard they sliced through part of my hand. And they were
not sharp-edged! We also destroyed custom read-only chips, in case the
enemy was thinking about duplicating the functionality of an INCOMM
keyboard. You split the plastic package apart and file the tiny actual
integrated circuit down to powdery oblivion. Or, if they won't split,
you file through the package till you get to the chip.

After the "de-kludge," or clean-up and destruction of all the unneeded
junk, I started working in a room adjoining the main one we spent most
of our time in. This is the INCOMM Hardware room. People who weren't
INCOMM crew were moved in there to clean and repair all the hundreds
of monitors, keyboards, and printers that had been piling up over the
years. All of them needed cleaning, so that was part of the routine,
but those of us who had some knowledge or aptitude with electronics
and a soldering iron got to do the fun work of figuring out what was
wrong and fixing it. As it turned out, the INCOMM personnel didn't
know much more about it than we did, which goes a long way toward
explaining why they had so much equipment that didn't work. So we were
on our own. We fixed what we could, cannibalized what we couldn't, and
got a lot of equipment back into use. I ran across a book on digital
electronics and taught myself about it, eventually designing an alarm
circuit for the now-ex-CO of INCOMM.

Since the Hardware room didn't open on any room except the main one,
and there was nothing seriously confidential in it, there was no need
to have a guard watching us every moment. We developed some good
friendships and had some good times in there. I really learned a lot –
including what 450 volts through your hand feels like – but it wasn't
because anybody was teaching us anything; it was because I had the
time, and nothing else to do, and no place else I could go.

One day, the Mission I/C (In-Charge) walked in and started talking to
one of my new friends, a guy of about thirty from Denmark. Obviously
something "big" had come up during this guy's sec check, and he felt
he was no longer worthy of being a Sea Org member, so he should route
out. He explained this to Liz Ingber. Did she acknowledge his remorse
and remind him that the Sea Org needed him and that he could be
redeemed? Not in the least. She simply told him that he had committed
suppressive acts and that if he left the Sea Org it would be as a
declared Suppressive Person and he could go join the Walking Dead who
would never, ever, *ever* go OT. End of discussion. Out she marched. I
didn't and don't know what his "big" overt was, but knowing what COS
considers suppressive, it's probably something like he falsified an
auditing report and said a preclear felt better when it wasn't so.

Early on, some key people were going in session for their sec checks,
but most were continuing to work on their conditions and O/Ws. It was
during this time that Liz Ingber walked in and berated one of the
INCOMM staff, in front of everyone, for masturbating (see Sea Org's
Willie, posted three weeks ago). Another time, Susan Bolstadt made a
general announcement: She had noticed that not many of us were OT III
or above. This, she said, was an indicator that we were criminally
out-ethics. Why? Because good Sea Org members should make themselves
more valuable by going up the Bridge? No. It was because the fact that
we were withholding ourselves from case gain proved that we had
serious crimes – criminals subconsciously withhold themselves from
becoming more able because then they'd be able to harm even more
people.

Ooooo-kaaaayyyyy … I would have said it differently – you assholes at
Int rip off all our best personnel and, with pointless and frantic
micromanagement, keep the rest too busy to ever establish a staff
auditing unit, so there's nobody left to audit us, but anyway, Yes,
Sir, Point Well Taken! In retrospect, of course, I am glad I never
made it onto OT III.

I don't even remember when it was that I finally started getting my
own sec check. Since I wasn't genuine INCOMM, they didn't care how
fast they got me finished and back onto post, and I was toward the end
of the list. It was weeks after the mission's arrival before I first
went in to session. There's not a great deal to say about what went
on. I'd had many sec checks before then, and there wasn't much special
about this one. There did come a point when the auditor, Leslie
Worstell, was sure she had caught me out on Something Big, and she
wouldn't quit badgering me till I said something that sounded like
what she wanted to hear. The next day I was un-auditable – couldn't go
in session till she had done a "repair list" on her previous day's
mauling, correcting the false confession she had forced me into. This
was all confirmed on the meter and she was satisfied I hadn't lied.
Nevertheless, the report she'd written on my "confession" remained in
my ethics folder, whereas the correction never went there at all, and
probably still hasn't. Not that I'd care now, but if you're still a
COS member, I suggest you demand to see your ethics folders (they have
to show them to you by their own policy) so you can see what lies are
in it that you don't even know about.

Days turned into weeks turned into months. My sec check finished; I
had to re-start ethics conditions several times, particularly after
some RTC exec rejected my Liability formula on a fundamental point
after nearly everyone else had signed it. Most of the RTC personnel no
longer spent much time in INCOMM, leaving just the regular
missionaires. However, they had introduced a new feature into the
ethics conditions. Whereas in a normal Liability Condition you need to
get the written permission of a majority of your group (org, usually)
to be allowed to rejoin it, *this* liability required the signature of
*every single* missionaire and *every single* RTC member involved, as
well as the signature of everyone in INCOMM who was already upgraded
from Liability. There is no such stipulation anywhere by Hubbard, and
it was exceedingly "squirrel" (off source and illegal) of them,
especially as "the sole guarantors of standard tech," to add this
arbitrary requirement.

If you've been in Scientology very long, or on staff for even a while,
you've probably been assigned Liability or lower and worked your way
through it. You know what it takes: After delivering the "effective
blow" to the enemies and making amends to the good guys (which
essentially means losing a lot of sleep if you're on staff), you type
up your formula, make a bunch of copies, and pass it out to all the
staff, You have a list. They read it, and mostly they sign it, and
when you have a majority, you're done. If a few don't like it or just
hate your guts, it's no big deal. Majority rules, and they want you
back anyway to get their own stats up.

This was not like that. In the first place, there was no typing.
Typewriters no longer existed, and computers were forbidden to us
untrustworthy criminals. Everything was handwritten, with or without
carbon paper. I think we did manage to get access to the org's
photocopier for the liability formulas, so not everything had to be
handwritten several times. But the RTC personnel were hardly ever
around anymore, so it was tough to even give them a copy, and if they
didn't read it right then, you never knew when you'd get it back or
when you'd even see them again. You didn't want to seem to uppity, so
you didn't bug them about it – and they forgot about it, or some did
anyway, and it only took one. And, as it turned out, one of them
really did hate my guts. Toni, formerly Jacobsen, formerly my friend
when she was in OSA Int, whose new last name I forget, apparently had
decided that I was just a piece of out-ethics crap for ever and ever.
She'd hang on to my Liability for days or weeks and then send it back
with a senseless rejection. I never did get her signature. The mission
finally gave up too and released me without requiring it.

This was truly the liability formula from hell. It was not just my
problem – everybody went through the same thing, except the part about
being despised by Toni. Every time a new person got upgraded and went
back to post in INCOMM, that became yet another person to get a
signature from, in order to fulfill the new unanimous consent
requirement. Not only that, they were no longer confined to our big
room, so they became almost as hard to get signatures from as the RTC
personnel. In the end, many if not most of us were there for close to
four months. We worked, studied, and ate in the same room or rooms,
and slept, under guard, in dormitories crammed with bunk beds and
almost nothing else. We were watched or escorted to the shower rooms
and back. We watched the March 13 and May 9 International Event videos
inside INCOMM. We even completed courses inside INCOMM. Life, and
death, went on without us. New York George's Restaurant burned down.
We could see the smoke from our room. Timothy McVeigh blew up the
Murrah Building in Oklahoma City. We heard about it on the radio. My
father died. I had to take the call from my sister with a security
guard listening on the line in case I said or heard something I
shouldn't. Sometimes, in our sleeping room, I would just watch other
Sea Org members from our window up on the fourth floor. I actually
envied Sea Org members their freedom.

Finally, the mission got tired of hanging around. They brought in a
couple New and Improved INCOMM Security Officers from Int, since "we"
had messed it up so badly when left to ourselves. They started doing
end-time things, tying up loose ends, helping contact derelict
Liability formula signers, They put on a new CO INCOMM. People started
"graduating" faster. On June 14, four months to the day after our
imprisonment had begun, it was finally my turn. I was taken over to
the CMO Int Extension Unit in the HGB. After a while, Liz Ingber came
in to see me. She said "You know you won't be returning to OSA,
right?" I hadn't known that. I'd thought it was a strong possibility.
"Your crimes are your out-security and your other fish." "Other fish"
comes from a Hubbard Executive Directive in which he talks about
Scientologists who have other fish to fry – in other words, who are in
it for their own profit or interests or who aren't dedicated enough.
She said she didn't know if I'd be able to rejoin OSA later, and told
me I should start re-establishing an "ethics record," meaning of
course a good one, so I might later become qualified again for higher
postings. Since I didn't belong to INCOMM, she was going to remand me
to OSA Int, and they would dispose of me as they saw fit. I was not to
discuss anything that had happened or that I had learned, nor any of
the handlings that had been done, with anyone, ever, period. Not even
to OSA Int personnel or auditors. "It's none of their business," she
told me.

I was taken to a room with Coordinating Attorney Bill Drescher in it.
He gave me a bunch of paper to read. Lynn Farny came in and explained
that what this amounted to was that I was starting over in my
relationship with the Church. Whatever happened in the past was over
for good, and now I was at ground zero with a new chance to make good.
Drescher went over the documents with me and asked me, on video
camera, if I understood them. I discussed it with him a bit, made a
few minor corrections with his agreement, initialed all the pages, and
signed the document, all on video. Of course, if I hadn't, I would
have been declared a Suppressive Person at once. Nobody had to tell me
that. It had been made clear enough over the last four months. Jeannie
Gavigan witnessed and notarized my signature.

Free at last! Well, free to go back to work, either in non-secure
areas or under supervision. I did a lot of that before I finally left
OSA, and some if it is rather interesting, but it's not part of this
story. I did have to get a "Leaving OSA Sec Check" before they could
release me to the general population. Finally I was traded for
somebody OSA wanted from PAC Renovations, and my new life began.

INCOMM has been decimated. I don't think more than a dozen remained,
and I can only think of seven. Two were sent to a Class V org because
the wife was pregnant. Some left the Sea Org – I never knew if they
chose to or were kicked out. Some went to what was then FCB, Flag
Command Bureaux. Many were given to PAC Base Crew, the estates org,
the dumping ground of the formerly qualified, the punishment detail
for the terminally unfit.

But the rawest deal of all was reserved for about half a dozen. After
four months of imprisonment and degradation, of busting their asses to
get through an illegal and squirrel "ethics program" and finally
succeeding – these miserable souls "graduated" – to the RPF.

Most Scientology executives are content to weld the barn door shut
after the horse gets out. Not David Miscagive. Miscavige has to burn
down the barn. (Thanks to Keith Henson for the latter half of that
analogy.)

Well, Dave – burn away. We free horses are watching with interest.

Dan

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Thanks Dan for another example of the insanity that exists inside
Scientology. Two things come to my mind reading your story. One, that
fifty years ago people I knew experienced Hubbards insanity directly
from Source, and, secondly, I'm filled with a happy, warm gratefulness
that I left so many years ago.

Grouch

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dang...@skyenet.net (Dan Garvin) wrote in message news:<587e24f4.03112...@posting.google.com>...

> - The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre -
>

> "What Really Happened in INCOMM ? Part 1" revealed the internal events

> leading up to the virtual disappearance of INCOMM personnel for
> several months. A confidential report from OSA Investigations Aide
> Linda Hamel's computer files had turned up on
> alt.religion.scientology, posted by someone calling himself -AB-. An
> investigation headed by RTC executive Warren McShane identified -AB-
> as Tom Rummelhart, a night computer operator in INCOMM, who was
> security checked and then quietly sent far away.
>
> "Mission accomplished. Finally, we could go home and get some sleep.
> Except I couldn't. I had been two weeks or more full time on this, and
> the clock was still ticking on my real project, the overhaul of the
> OSA Computer System. Also, I had to put together a proposal for making
> the OSA computers utterly impervious and secure. Fortunately, my
> non-SO associate had continued to work away while I was off catching
> spies. A couple early mornings later, I was sitting in my office
> behind INCOMM reception, trying to stay awake after having worked all
> night. It was February 14th, Valentine's Day. In walked ..."
>
> In walked Susan Bolstadt, with a woman I didn't recognize. I hadn't

> seen Susan for years ? didn't realize she was still in the Sea Org.

> INCOMM, I shouldn't be involved; I hoped I could convince Susan ? then

> I saw Warren McShane by the opening. Oh, good! He knew everything. He
> would straighten them out and I could get back to work. Susan had me
> wait behind while she went over to McShane and talked with him a bit.

> I saw him nod "yes." Oh ? well, probably just a formality. I'd get a

> It couldn't be! There must be some misunderstanding ? There must be
> some kind of mistake ? The Phil Collins song started playing inside my

> head, over and over and over. It was the sound track to my Nightmare
> on Fountain Street. I kept biting my tongue to stay alert and keep
> from breaking out into hysterics. After Ingber's speech, the
> non-INCOMM personnel were collected separately so the security guards
> (that's who the friskers and watchers were) could ask us who we were
> and what org we worked for. Some of them I didn't know either. They
> came to a young chap with an English accent and asked his name. "Phil

> Collins, sir." "There must be some misunderstanding ? woo-oo-oo ?
> There must be some kind of mistake ?." At that point I nearly did

> break out laughing. I wondered if this was what it felt like to be

> insane ? I didn't feel insane, I didn't feel any different at all,

> just tired, but that was just too much. It was impossible to believe!
> Well, on the bright side, if I really was crazy, they'd have to let me
> go and all this would be over. (Little did I know what had happened to
> Lisa McPherson just a few weeks before.)
>
> It wasn't until several days later that I learned the kid had actually
> said, in his thick Mancunian accent, "Phil Collinson."
>
> Well. The preliminaries ended, and it was time for us to start
> applying the ethics conditions. I still had the fond notion that I'd
> be out of there in a few days, so the thing to do to hasten my release
> was get busy with the program. The formula for Confusion is "Find out
> where you are." You have to do a locational on the area you're in,
> then compare it to other areas where you've been, and then do another
> locational on your present area. A locational is a type of simple
> Scientology processing in which the auditor points at something and
> tells the pc or pre-OT to look at it, then does same thing with
> something else, and so on. There's no e-meter, and they walk around.
> It's pretty informal. People "twin up" and do the process on each
> other. It doesn't require any training; just read how to do it and do

> it. But it *is* auditing, and the auditor's code applies ? it's a

> where INCOMM had been storing all the backups and archive tapes from ?

> forever! With nothing but a flimsy padlock between our top security
> materials and the world's SPs! There were two large units. One was
> filled wall to wall and floor to ceiling with tapes, and the other was
> getting there. Of course, they were enormous tapes that held very
> little data, even by the standards of the day. I estimate that the
> whole mess would have fit on 1,000 CD-ROMs. But it wasn't, and we had
> to get it out of there. Even OSA records were stored there. Under the
> watchful eyes of our guards, who could see every twist in the hall and
> every person, we chain-relayed the boxes till we had an elevator full,
> then chained them out into a rental truck. We did this over and over
> until the units were empty. We went back to INCOMM, and the truck went

> ? elsewhere. Of course, I never learned where that was. I would guess

> it was to the INCOMM facility at "Int" (the Gold base).
>
> That was swell for my Liability condition, though, the next one above
> Doubt, because as required it was an "effective blow against the
> enemies of the group," the enemy being "out-security." It's tough to
> find flesh-and-blood enemies of Scientology when you're stuck inside a
> room full of Sea Org members. Unfortunately, that night or the next I
> almost let something into the trash that should have been shredded, so
> I had to start all over again at Treason, since "OUT-SECURITY =
> TREASON" in the Sea Org according to a Flag Order by Hubbard.
>
> Fine. Not fine, but, well, shit happens. Mostly it would be just more
> writing, writing, writing, and I'd have to think up a new "enemy" to
> deliver an effective blow against. Speaking of writing, the next thing
> we had to do when we were not working on ethics conditions or just

> plain working, was to write up our overts and withholds ? O/W

> write-ups. That was always a good time-killer, and it didn't look like
> anybody was getting loose without a sec check, and theoretically
> writing up your O/Ws would shorten your time in sec checking. Plus we
> were ordered to do it. I complied.
>
> Later on my work took a number of forms, but one of the bigger jobs
> was to sit with a crew inside the generator hut (you can see it from
> Catalina Street, just south of the "Horseshoe" entrance to the
> Complex), destroying obsolete 14" WORM cartridges that had been used
> to store images of Data Files documents. We had to sand down the media
> to the reflective backing and obliterate it. That ate up several
> weeks. Other times we had to destroy hard drives by taking them apart
> and sanding all the magnetic media off the aluminum disks. Know
> something? You have never seen a strong magnet if you have not taken
> apart a modern hard drive and gotten at the magnets that control the
> read-write head movements. All other magnets are puny weaklings by

> comparison. I was playing with a pair of them and slipped ? they came

> together so hard they sliced through part of my hand. And they were
> not sharp-edged! We also destroyed custom read-only chips, in case the
> enemy was thinking about duplicating the functionality of an INCOMM
> keyboard. You split the plastic package apart and file the tiny actual
> integrated circuit down to powdery oblivion. Or, if they won't split,
> you file through the package till you get to the chip.
>
> After the "de-kludge," or clean-up and destruction of all the unneeded
> junk, I started working in a room adjoining the main one we spent most
> of our time in. This is the INCOMM Hardware room. People who weren't
> INCOMM crew were moved in there to clean and repair all the hundreds
> of monitors, keyboards, and printers that had been piling up over the
> years. All of them needed cleaning, so that was part of the routine,
> but those of us who had some knowledge or aptitude with electronics
> and a soldering iron got to do the fun work of figuring out what was
> wrong and fixing it. As it turned out, the INCOMM personnel didn't
> know much more about it than we did, which goes a long way toward
> explaining why they had so much equipment that didn't work. So we were
> on our own. We fixed what we could, cannibalized what we couldn't, and
> got a lot of equipment back into use. I ran across a book on digital
> electronics and taught myself about it, eventually designing an alarm
> circuit for the now-ex-CO of INCOMM.
>
> Since the Hardware room didn't open on any room except the main one,
> and there was nothing seriously confidential in it, there was no need
> to have a guard watching us every moment. We developed some good

> friendships and had some good times in there. I really learned a lot ?
> including what 450 volts through your hand feels like ? but it wasn't

> serious crimes ? criminals subconsciously withhold themselves from

> becoming more able because then they'd be able to harm even more
> people.
>

> Ooooo-kaaaayyyyy ? I would have said it differently ? you assholes at

> Int rip off all our best personnel and, with pointless and frantic
> micromanagement, keep the rest too busy to ever establish a staff
> auditing unit, so there's nobody left to audit us, but anyway, Yes,
> Sir, Point Well Taken! In retrospect, of course, I am glad I never
> made it onto OT III.
>
> I don't even remember when it was that I finally started getting my
> own sec check. Since I wasn't genuine INCOMM, they didn't care how
> fast they got me finished and back onto post, and I was toward the end
> of the list. It was weeks after the mission's arrival before I first
> went in to session. There's not a great deal to say about what went
> on. I'd had many sec checks before then, and there wasn't much special
> about this one. There did come a point when the auditor, Leslie
> Worstell, was sure she had caught me out on Something Big, and she
> wouldn't quit badgering me till I said something that sounded like

> what she wanted to hear. The next day I was un-auditable ? couldn't go

> you didn't bug them about it ? and they forgot about it, or some did

> anyway, and it only took one. And, as it turned out, one of them
> really did hate my guts. Toni, formerly Jacobsen, formerly my friend
> when she was in OSA Int, whose new last name I forget, apparently had
> decided that I was just a piece of out-ethics crap for ever and ever.
> She'd hang on to my Liability for days or weeks and then send it back
> with a senseless rejection. I never did get her signature. The mission
> finally gave up too and released me without requiring it.
>
> This was truly the liability formula from hell. It was not just my

> problem ? everybody went through the same thing, except the part about

> Scientologists who have other fish to fry ? in other words, who are in

> the wife was pregnant. Some left the Sea Org ? I never knew if they

> chose to or were kicked out. Some went to what was then FCB, Flag
> Command Bureaux. Many were given to PAC Base Crew, the estates org,
> the dumping ground of the formerly qualified, the punishment detail
> for the terminally unfit.
>
> But the rawest deal of all was reserved for about half a dozen. After
> four months of imprisonment and degradation, of busting their asses to
> get through an illegal and squirrel "ethics program" and finally

> succeeding ? these miserable souls "graduated" ? to the RPF.

>
> Most Scientology executives are content to weld the barn door shut
> after the horse gets out. Not David Miscagive. Miscavige has to burn
> down the barn. (Thanks to Keith Henson for the latter half of that
> analogy.)
>

> Well, Dave ? burn away. We free horses are watching with interest.
>
> Dan

At some point I will probably comment on the details of this (yes, I
knew about it - somewhat).

Right now I just want to say a sincere THANK YOU for bringing the
details of this sordid, horrible thing to light.

As Warrior sys, "Sunshine disinfects."

Thank you again.

Keith Henson

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On 23 Nov 2003 15:23:25 -0800, dang...@skyenet.net (Dan Garvin)
wrote:

>- The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre -
>
>"What Really Happened in INCOMM – Part 1" revealed the internal events
>leading up to the virtual disappearance of INCOMM personnel for
>several months. A confidential report from OSA Investigations Aide
>Linda Hamel's computer files had turned up on
>alt.religion.scientology, posted by someone calling himself -AB-. An
>investigation headed by RTC executive Warren McShane identified -AB-
>as Tom Rummelhart, a night computer operator in INCOMM, who was
>security checked and then quietly sent far away.
>
>"Mission accomplished. Finally, we could go home and get some sleep.
>Except I couldn't. I had been two weeks or more full time on this, and
>the clock was still ticking on my real project, the overhaul of the
>OSA Computer System. Also, I had to put together a proposal for making
>the OSA computers utterly impervious and secure. Fortunately, my
>non-SO associate had continued to work away while I was off catching
>spies. A couple early mornings later, I was sitting in my office
>behind INCOMM reception, trying to stay awake after having worked all
>night. It was February 14th, Valentine's Day. In walked ..."

snip

>INCOMM has been decimated. I don't think more than a dozen remained,
>and I can only think of seven. Two were sent to a Class V org because
>the wife was pregnant. Some left the Sea Org – I never knew if they
>chose to or were kicked out. Some went to what was then FCB, Flag
>Command Bureaux. Many were given to PAC Base Crew, the estates org,
>the dumping ground of the formerly qualified, the punishment detail
>for the terminally unfit.
>
>But the rawest deal of all was reserved for about half a dozen. After
>four months of imprisonment and degradation, of busting their asses to
>get through an illegal and squirrel "ethics program" and finally
>succeeding – these miserable souls "graduated" – to the RPF.

Fascinating Dan.

RTC was obviously engaged in a criminal act of trying to frame Tom
Klemesrud for murder with the motive of getting his subscriber Dennis
Erlich off the net. In the last year Tom Klemesrud did a declaration
that he was sure he had been drugged with chloral hydrate during the
famous blood attack. Drugging a person with this particular drug in
the course of committing another crime (such as rape) can get you 40
*additional* years in prison.

That's what the OSA/GO organizers of the blood attack were facing if
the entire computer file of the operation and not just the coverup
"interview" story had been posted and thus fallen into the hands of
law enforcement. Heaven only knows what *other* criminal acts were
recorded in detail on those computers. Blackmailing the IRS?
Corrupting judges? Bribing government officials?

We know that defrocked police officer "Clean" Gene Ingram was involved
and that makes it likely that high RTC people like Warren McShane and
even David Miscavige approved the operation even if they didn't do the
planning.

It is easy to see why they were so freaked out; McShane and Miscavige
were facing up to 40 years in prison had the rest of the computer
files leaked out.

It is obvious now that Scientology leaders intended to defraud law
enforcement and the courts into a scheme to falsely arrest and
possibly convict a citizen of the US--for murder. Even when it went
sour because Tom didn't pass out and called 911, he was still arrested
without good cause. Had he passed out, Ms Wollard left, and the
police come in on an apartment covered with blood chances are he would
be in jail to this day.

Question for law enforcement.

Can a free country tolerate a cult that can carry out--with
impunity--organized criminal acts like the attack/framing attempt on
Tom Klemesrud?

Keith Henson

PS I am not such a fool that I expect anything will be done about the
cult or the corruption they foster. I am creating a public record for
the future.

CC FBI, various Canadian Police.

Phil Scott

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Hi Dan.... nice report. I notice there was not much mention of the guy who
cloned so much of OSA's crap to CD roms.... Is that top sekrit or
something?

Phil Scott

"Dan Garvin" <dang...@skyenet.net> wrote in message
news:587e24f4.03112...@posting.google.com...

> - The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre -
>

> "What Really Happened in INCOMM - Part 1" revealed the internal events

> leading up to the virtual disappearance of INCOMM personnel for
> several months. A confidential report from OSA Investigations Aide
> Linda Hamel's computer files had turned up on
> alt.religion.scientology, posted by someone calling himself -AB-. An
> investigation headed by RTC executive Warren McShane identified -AB-
> as Tom Rummelhart, a night computer operator in INCOMM, who was
> security checked and then quietly sent far away.
>
> "Mission accomplished. Finally, we could go home and get some sleep.
> Except I couldn't. I had been two weeks or more full time on this, and
> the clock was still ticking on my real project, the overhaul of the
> OSA Computer System. Also, I had to put together a proposal for making
> the OSA computers utterly impervious and secure. Fortunately, my
> non-SO associate had continued to work away while I was off catching
> spies. A couple early mornings later, I was sitting in my office
> behind INCOMM reception, trying to stay awake after having worked all
> night. It was February 14th, Valentine's Day. In walked ..."
>
> In walked Susan Bolstadt, with a woman I didn't recognize. I hadn't

> seen Susan for years - didn't realize she was still in the Sea Org.

> INCOMM, I shouldn't be involved; I hoped I could convince Susan - then

> I saw Warren McShane by the opening. Oh, good! He knew everything. He
> would straighten them out and I could get back to work. Susan had me
> wait behind while she went over to McShane and talked with him a bit.

> I saw him nod "yes." Oh - well, probably just a formality. I'd get a

> It couldn't be! There must be some misunderstanding . There must be
> some kind of mistake . The Phil Collins song started playing inside my

> head, over and over and over. It was the sound track to my Nightmare
> on Fountain Street. I kept biting my tongue to stay alert and keep
> from breaking out into hysterics. After Ingber's speech, the
> non-INCOMM personnel were collected separately so the security guards
> (that's who the friskers and watchers were) could ask us who we were
> and what org we worked for. Some of them I didn't know either. They
> came to a young chap with an English accent and asked his name. "Phil

> Collins, sir." "There must be some misunderstanding . woo-oo-oo .
> There must be some kind of mistake .." At that point I nearly did

> break out laughing. I wondered if this was what it felt like to be

> insane . I didn't feel insane, I didn't feel any different at all,

> just tired, but that was just too much. It was impossible to believe!
> Well, on the bright side, if I really was crazy, they'd have to let me
> go and all this would be over. (Little did I know what had happened to
> Lisa McPherson just a few weeks before.)
>
> It wasn't until several days later that I learned the kid had actually
> said, in his thick Mancunian accent, "Phil Collinson."
>
> Well. The preliminaries ended, and it was time for us to start
> applying the ethics conditions. I still had the fond notion that I'd
> be out of there in a few days, so the thing to do to hasten my release
> was get busy with the program. The formula for Confusion is "Find out
> where you are." You have to do a locational on the area you're in,
> then compare it to other areas where you've been, and then do another
> locational on your present area. A locational is a type of simple
> Scientology processing in which the auditor points at something and
> tells the pc or pre-OT to look at it, then does same thing with
> something else, and so on. There's no e-meter, and they walk around.
> It's pretty informal. People "twin up" and do the process on each
> other. It doesn't require any training; just read how to do it and do

> it. But it *is* auditing, and the auditor's code applies - it's a

> where INCOMM had been storing all the backups and archive tapes from -

> forever! With nothing but a flimsy padlock between our top security
> materials and the world's SPs! There were two large units. One was
> filled wall to wall and floor to ceiling with tapes, and the other was
> getting there. Of course, they were enormous tapes that held very
> little data, even by the standards of the day. I estimate that the
> whole mess would have fit on 1,000 CD-ROMs. But it wasn't, and we had
> to get it out of there. Even OSA records were stored there. Under the
> watchful eyes of our guards, who could see every twist in the hall and
> every person, we chain-relayed the boxes till we had an elevator full,
> then chained them out into a rental truck. We did this over and over
> until the units were empty. We went back to INCOMM, and the truck went

> . elsewhere. Of course, I never learned where that was. I would guess

> it was to the INCOMM facility at "Int" (the Gold base).
>
> That was swell for my Liability condition, though, the next one above
> Doubt, because as required it was an "effective blow against the
> enemies of the group," the enemy being "out-security." It's tough to
> find flesh-and-blood enemies of Scientology when you're stuck inside a
> room full of Sea Org members. Unfortunately, that night or the next I
> almost let something into the trash that should have been shredded, so
> I had to start all over again at Treason, since "OUT-SECURITY =
> TREASON" in the Sea Org according to a Flag Order by Hubbard.
>
> Fine. Not fine, but, well, shit happens. Mostly it would be just more
> writing, writing, writing, and I'd have to think up a new "enemy" to
> deliver an effective blow against. Speaking of writing, the next thing
> we had to do when we were not working on ethics conditions or just

> plain working, was to write up our overts and withholds - O/W

> write-ups. That was always a good time-killer, and it didn't look like
> anybody was getting loose without a sec check, and theoretically
> writing up your O/Ws would shorten your time in sec checking. Plus we
> were ordered to do it. I complied.
>
> Later on my work took a number of forms, but one of the bigger jobs
> was to sit with a crew inside the generator hut (you can see it from
> Catalina Street, just south of the "Horseshoe" entrance to the
> Complex), destroying obsolete 14" WORM cartridges that had been used
> to store images of Data Files documents. We had to sand down the media
> to the reflective backing and obliterate it. That ate up several
> weeks. Other times we had to destroy hard drives by taking them apart
> and sanding all the magnetic media off the aluminum disks. Know
> something? You have never seen a strong magnet if you have not taken
> apart a modern hard drive and gotten at the magnets that control the
> read-write head movements. All other magnets are puny weaklings by

> comparison. I was playing with a pair of them and slipped - they came

> together so hard they sliced through part of my hand. And they were
> not sharp-edged! We also destroyed custom read-only chips, in case the
> enemy was thinking about duplicating the functionality of an INCOMM
> keyboard. You split the plastic package apart and file the tiny actual
> integrated circuit down to powdery oblivion. Or, if they won't split,
> you file through the package till you get to the chip.
>
> After the "de-kludge," or clean-up and destruction of all the unneeded
> junk, I started working in a room adjoining the main one we spent most
> of our time in. This is the INCOMM Hardware room. People who weren't
> INCOMM crew were moved in there to clean and repair all the hundreds
> of monitors, keyboards, and printers that had been piling up over the
> years. All of them needed cleaning, so that was part of the routine,
> but those of us who had some knowledge or aptitude with electronics
> and a soldering iron got to do the fun work of figuring out what was
> wrong and fixing it. As it turned out, the INCOMM personnel didn't
> know much more about it than we did, which goes a long way toward
> explaining why they had so much equipment that didn't work. So we were
> on our own. We fixed what we could, cannibalized what we couldn't, and
> got a lot of equipment back into use. I ran across a book on digital
> electronics and taught myself about it, eventually designing an alarm
> circuit for the now-ex-CO of INCOMM.
>
> Since the Hardware room didn't open on any room except the main one,
> and there was nothing seriously confidential in it, there was no need
> to have a guard watching us every moment. We developed some good

> friendships and had some good times in there. I really learned a lot -
> including what 450 volts through your hand feels like - but it wasn't

> serious crimes - criminals subconsciously withhold themselves from

> becoming more able because then they'd be able to harm even more
> people.
>

> Ooooo-kaaaayyyyy . I would have said it differently - you assholes at

> Int rip off all our best personnel and, with pointless and frantic
> micromanagement, keep the rest too busy to ever establish a staff
> auditing unit, so there's nobody left to audit us, but anyway, Yes,
> Sir, Point Well Taken! In retrospect, of course, I am glad I never
> made it onto OT III.
>
> I don't even remember when it was that I finally started getting my
> own sec check. Since I wasn't genuine INCOMM, they didn't care how
> fast they got me finished and back onto post, and I was toward the end
> of the list. It was weeks after the mission's arrival before I first
> went in to session. There's not a great deal to say about what went
> on. I'd had many sec checks before then, and there wasn't much special
> about this one. There did come a point when the auditor, Leslie
> Worstell, was sure she had caught me out on Something Big, and she
> wouldn't quit badgering me till I said something that sounded like

> what she wanted to hear. The next day I was un-auditable - couldn't go

> you didn't bug them about it - and they forgot about it, or some did

> anyway, and it only took one. And, as it turned out, one of them
> really did hate my guts. Toni, formerly Jacobsen, formerly my friend
> when she was in OSA Int, whose new last name I forget, apparently had
> decided that I was just a piece of out-ethics crap for ever and ever.
> She'd hang on to my Liability for days or weeks and then send it back
> with a senseless rejection. I never did get her signature. The mission
> finally gave up too and released me without requiring it.
>
> This was truly the liability formula from hell. It was not just my

> problem - everybody went through the same thing, except the part about

> Scientologists who have other fish to fry - in other words, who are in

> the wife was pregnant. Some left the Sea Org - I never knew if they

> chose to or were kicked out. Some went to what was then FCB, Flag
> Command Bureaux. Many were given to PAC Base Crew, the estates org,
> the dumping ground of the formerly qualified, the punishment detail
> for the terminally unfit.
>
> But the rawest deal of all was reserved for about half a dozen. After
> four months of imprisonment and degradation, of busting their asses to
> get through an illegal and squirrel "ethics program" and finally

> succeeding - these miserable souls "graduated" - to the RPF.

>
> Most Scientology executives are content to weld the barn door shut
> after the horse gets out. Not David Miscagive. Miscavige has to burn
> down the barn. (Thanks to Keith Henson for the latter half of that
> analogy.)
>

> Well, Dave - burn away. We free horses are watching with interest.
>
> Dan

Phil Scott

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"Keith Henson" <hkhe...@rogers.com> wrote in message
news:3fc54ea5....@news2.lightlink.com...

> On 23 Nov 2003 15:23:25 -0800, dang...@skyenet.net (Dan Garvin)
> wrote:
>
> >- The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre -
> >

> >"What Really Happened in INCOMM - Part 1" revealed the internal events

> >leading up to the virtual disappearance of INCOMM personnel for
> >several months. A confidential report from OSA Investigations Aide
> >Linda Hamel's computer files had turned up on
> >alt.religion.scientology, posted by someone calling himself -AB-. An
> >investigation headed by RTC executive Warren McShane identified -AB-
> >as Tom Rummelhart, a night computer operator in INCOMM, who was
> >security checked and then quietly sent far away.
> >
> >"Mission accomplished. Finally, we could go home and get some sleep.
> >Except I couldn't. I had been two weeks or more full time on this, and
> >the clock was still ticking on my real project, the overhaul of the
> >OSA Computer System. Also, I had to put together a proposal for making
> >the OSA computers utterly impervious and secure. Fortunately, my
> >non-SO associate had continued to work away while I was off catching
> >spies. A couple early mornings later, I was sitting in my office
> >behind INCOMM reception, trying to stay awake after having worked all
> >night. It was February 14th, Valentine's Day. In walked ..."
>
> snip
>
> >INCOMM has been decimated. I don't think more than a dozen remained,
> >and I can only think of seven. Two were sent to a Class V org because

> >the wife was pregnant. Some left the Sea Org - I never knew if they

> >chose to or were kicked out. Some went to what was then FCB, Flag
> >Command Bureaux. Many were given to PAC Base Crew, the estates org,
> >the dumping ground of the formerly qualified, the punishment detail
> >for the terminally unfit.
> >
> >But the rawest deal of all was reserved for about half a dozen. After
> >four months of imprisonment and degradation, of busting their asses to
> >get through an illegal and squirrel "ethics program" and finally

> >succeeding - these miserable souls "graduated" - to the RPF.

Truly amazin' ain't it? We have the witnessses, some of the computer
logs, an eye witness...and convictions in the past for espionage...yet not
even an investigation in this affair..that has corrupted the calif justice
system.

Indeed this does need to be made part of an ongoing record

Phil Scott

Susan

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Say What?!

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Nov 24, 2003, 3:22:09 AM11/24/03

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On 23 Nov 2003, dang...@skyenet.net (Dan Garvin) wrote:

>- The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre -

This is one of the best pieces of criticism of Scientology I've ever read.

Keep writing, Dan.

SW

edo

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On 23 Nov 2003, dang...@skyenet.net (Dan Garvin) wrote:

I thought the bad old days were behind me. This brought them back in all
their indoctrinated glory.

It's an absolutely must read for scn'ists. Critics with web sites please
it prominence.

********************************

Grundoon

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Nov 24, 2003, 4:48:20 AM11/24/03

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Dan Garvin wrote in <587e24f4.03112...@posting.google.com> ...
> ... liability condition, though, the next one above

> Doubt, because as required it was an "effective blow against the
> enemies of the group," the enemy being "out-security." It's tough to
> find flesh-and-blood enemies of Scientology when you're stuck inside a
> room full of Sea Org members.

To get out of liability in CoS, I had assumed it
was always necessary to harass or persecute an
actual person or group; or perhaps give one's
money and labor to one of the organizations
formed for that purpose such as CCHR or OSA.

Was this impression a false one?

It is interesting to hear that an abstract issue
or outness within the organization itself - like
"out-security" - could in this case fill the enemy role
for purposes of a liability formula. In other words,
you might be allowed to "strike a blow" by actually
doing something useful to solve an internal problem,
instead of destructive action against those whom the
Scientology organization regards as enemies.

Is the liability formula often stretched this way in
practice? Or was it allowed in Dan's case only as a
very unusual exception due to his imprisonment by the
CMO?

Thanks for an excellent article, Dan.
I hope you will take the time to reveal more of
your experiences. Congratulations on your new life.

Grundoon
--
Read about Scientology at http://www.xenu.net

Martin Ottmann

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dang...@skyenet.net (Dan Garvin) wrote in message news:<587e24f4.03112...@posting.google.com>...

> I was taken to a room with Coordinating Attorney Bill Drescher in it.

> He gave me a bunch of paper to read. Lynn Farny came in and explained
> that what this amounted to was that I was starting over in my
> relationship with the Church. Whatever happened in the past was over
> for good, and now I was at ground zero with a new chance to make good.
> Drescher went over the documents with me and asked me, on video
> camera, if I understood them. I discussed it with him a bit, made a
> few minor corrections with his agreement, initialed all the pages, and
> signed the document, all on video. Of course, if I hadn't, I would
> have been declared a Suppressive Person at once. Nobody had to tell me
> that. It had been made clear enough over the last four months. Jeannie
> Gavigan witnessed and notarized my signature.

I assume that they didn't hand you a copy, right?

> But the rawest deal of all was reserved for about half a dozen. After
> four months of imprisonment and degradation, of busting their asses to
> get through an illegal and squirrel "ethics program" and finally

> succeeding ? these miserable souls "graduated" ? to the RPF.

Standard practice. Also in 1995, when the Hamburg Org went down, a few
German senior staff of the org were ordered to Clearwater for an
"ethics handling". At the end they were given by RTC and Miscavige the
*choice* of either being declared suppressive or "graduating" to the
Sea Org, by joining the RPF at first.

> Well, Dave ? burn away. We free horses are watching with interest.

> Dan

Very nice. Thank you very much for this! This is the best first-hand
experience story that I have read on ars in years.

Dan Garvin

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Nov 24, 2003, 5:57:14 AM11/24/03

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"Phil Scott" <phil...@philscott.net> wrote in message news:<bprvdv$h7d$1...@news.tdl.com>...

> Hi Dan.... nice report. I notice there was not much mention of the guy who
> cloned so much of OSA's crap to CD roms.... Is that top sekrit or
> something?

Well, that'd be me, and my Non-SO Buddy mentioned in Part 1, and Kathy
O'Gorman, and Andy Hutton, mostly. It's a whole nother story that has
nothing to do with this one, except that my part and Non-SOB's part in
it ended here.

Dan

> Phil Scott
>
>
>
> "Dan Garvin" <dang...@skyenet.net> wrote in message
> news:587e24f4.03112...@posting.google.com...
> > - The Saint Valentine's Day Massacre -
> >

<snip>

barbz

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Nov 24, 2003, 7:59:46 AM11/24/03

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I wholeheartedly agree! Dan is another good example which disproves the
rather naive theory that Scientologists are stupid people. He's a
brilliant writer. Keep 'em coming, Dan!

barb

Kim P

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Nov 24, 2003, 8:23:09 AM11/24/03

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TOP POST
Thanks Dan for this information. It is good to see this information
coming out.

Kim P

Android Cat

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Nov 24, 2003, 9:50:20 AM11/24/03

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Dan Garvin wrote:
> Early that first day, everybody's pagers, in the envelopes, started
> beeping. Mine fired off a few minutes after I missed morning muster in
> OSA Int. I told the head security guard that I needed to respond to
> the pages, even if it was to tell the Director of Inspections and
> Reports of OSA Int why I wasn't in and couldn't come in. The reply?
> Nope. Let it beep. And so they beeped, in their sealed envelopes, for
> hours and hours until they were finally all carried away. I never saw
> mine, nor any of my pocket-contents, again until a few days before I
> was released.

Narf! OSA Int should have been assigned a condition of treason. By not
handling the disappearance of the people sequestered, those pager
messages would have provided significant information to anyone conducting
a signals intellegence operation. Even without looking at the pager
messages themselves, traffic analysis would have shown that a lot of
people in a particular INCOMM section were being paged over and over
again.

And since pager messages are broadcast city-wide or wider, intercepting
the messages would be trivial. A scanner or two, one PC, and some
software to scan for keywords and source/destinations--easy to find or
write. (Newer pager systems might be more secure, but ROT-13 encryption
would be secure by most pager company standards.)

They wanted to use heavy-handed Night and Fog tactics, but might have
leaked even more information because of it.

Amateurs!

--
Ron of that ilk.

Cerridwen

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Nov 24, 2003, 11:05:33 AM11/24/03

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On 24 Nov 2003, Grundoon <grundoon@localhost> wrote:
>Dan Garvin wrote in <587e24f4.03112...@posting.google.com> ...
>> ... liability condition, though, the next one above
>> Doubt, because as required it was an "effective blow against the
>> enemies of the group," the enemy being "out-security." It's tough to
>> find flesh-and-blood enemies of Scientology when you're stuck inside a
>> room full of Sea Org members.
>
>To get out of liability in CoS, I had assumed it
>was always necessary to harass or persecute an
>actual person or group; or perhaps give one's
>money and labor to one of the organizations
>formed for that purpose such as CCHR or OSA.
>
>Was this impression a false one?

Yes.

>
>It is interesting to hear that an abstract issue
>or outness within the organization itself - like
>"out-security" - could in this case fill the enemy role
>for purposes of a liability formula. In other words,
>you might be allowed to "strike a blow" by actually
>doing something useful to solve an internal problem,
>instead of destructive action against those whom the
>Scientology organization regards as enemies.

>
>Is the liability formula often stretched this way in
>practice? Or was it allowed in Dan's case only as a
>very unusual exception due to his imprisonment by the
>CMO?

I imagine there are lunatics in the Church that think that one has to actually
attack or harass a person in order to deliver an effective blow
but that would not be the norm.

An example of this would be a parishioner that reverted to drugs.

The parishioner is not required or expected to now work undercover
for Narcs and turn in drug pushers. Instead, doing volunteer work for
Narconon, or assisting someone in getting off drugs would be considered
and "effective blow".

If a person "false reported" on stats, an effective blow might be to help out
in some area that is not normally your responsibility and get the stats up and
reported correctly, or put in a system that would help to ensure the stats
are reported correctly.

--

Cerri

"Critical thinking demands we question the unproven, not that
we meekly accept it." Diane Richardson

For Stats on Scn go to: http://www.truthaboutscientology.com/stats/
For News on Scientology go to: http://www.scientologywatch.org

Phil Scott

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Nov 24, 2003, 1:09:57 PM11/24/03

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"Dan Garvin" <dang...@skyenet.net> wrote in message

news:587e24f4.0311...@posting.google.com...

> "Phil Scott" <phil...@philscott.net> wrote in message
news:<bprvdv$h7d$1...@news.tdl.com>...
> > Hi Dan.... nice report. I notice there was not much mention of the guy
who
> > cloned so much of OSA's crap to CD roms.... Is that top sekrit or
> > something?
>
> Well, that'd be me, and my Non-SO Buddy mentioned in Part 1, and Kathy
> O'Gorman, and Andy Hutton, mostly. It's a whole nother story that has
> nothing to do with this one, except that my part and Non-SOB's part in
> it ended here.

dang....Im sure DM and the boyz are much relieved knowing that no way in
hell were extra copies made :)

Phil Scott

edo

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Nov 24, 2003, 1:28:58 PM11/24/03

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On 23 Nov 2003, dang...@skyenet.net (Dan Garvin) wrote:

I thought the bad old days were behind me. This brought them back in all
their indoctrinated glory.

It's an absolutely must read for scn'ists. Critics with web sites please

[give] it prominence.

********************************

Tanya Durni

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Nov 24, 2003, 3:38:32 PM11/24/03

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Top post. Thanks for sharing this and having the courage to tell it.
Glad you made it out of the mind trap.

Grundoon

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Nov 24, 2003, 5:36:56 PM11/24/03

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Thanks for explaining, Cerri.

Your explanation indicates that common sense usually
prevails over what appears to be the literal meaning
of Hubbard's formula. That is a good thing, and it
is not at all obvious to someone like me who hasn't
been there.

It seems that the lunacy comes from the top in Scientology,
while humanity and common sense come from below (until they
are suppressed).

I wonder if the rather sensible interpretation of the
liability formula, as you describe, is prevalent exactly
because the "majority rules" as Dan explains in the
quote below... More than half of the people in your
org would have to insist on destructiveness in order
to force you to choose a destructive amends project.
If your natural preference is to do something positive,
and most of your peers feel the same, then that is
allowed.

If ever the majority rules, the excesses of Hubbard and
the leadership may be held in check somewhat... but
whenever Command Intention is the controlling factor,
and the orders come down from uplines, watch out for
unrestrained lunacy.

It is my impression that "majority rules" is extremely
unusual in Scientology. The majority (normally) rules
for getting out of lower conditions. Are there any other
settings in Scientology where the majority of an org
effectively rules?

Quoting again from Dan Garvin
in <587e24f4.03112...@posting.google.com> ...

> However, they had introduced a new feature into the
> ethics conditions. Whereas in a normal Liability Condition you need to
> get the written permission of a majority of your group (org, usually)
> to be allowed to rejoin it, *this* liability required the signature of
> *every single* missionaire and *every single* RTC member involved, as
> well as the signature of everyone in INCOMM who was already upgraded
> from Liability. There is no such stipulation anywhere by Hubbard, and
> it was exceedingly "squirrel" (off source and illegal) of them,
> especially as "the sole guarantors of standard tech," to add this
> arbitrary requirement.
>
> If you've been in Scientology very long, or on staff for even a while,
> you've probably been assigned Liability or lower and worked your way
> through it. You know what it takes: After delivering the "effective
> blow" to the enemies and making amends to the good guys (which
> essentially means losing a lot of sleep if you're on staff), you type
> up your formula, make a bunch of copies, and pass it out to all the
> staff, You have a list. They read it, and mostly they sign it, and
> when you have a majority, you're done. If a few don't like it or just
> hate your guts, it's no big deal. Majority rules, and they want you
> back anyway to get their own stats up.

--
Grundoon

Read about Scientology at http://www.xenu.net

Cerridwen wrote in <JT5LXTUC3794...@anonymous.poster> ...

Dan Garvin

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Nov 24, 2003, 6:35:05 PM11/24/03

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martin...@yahoo.com (Martin Ottmann) wrote in message news:<71d327bb.03112...@posting.google.com>...

> dang...@skyenet.net (Dan Garvin) wrote in message news:<587e24f4.03112...@posting.google.com>...
>
> > I was taken to a room with Coordinating Attorney Bill Drescher in it.
> > He gave me a bunch of paper to read. Lynn Farny came in and explained
> > that what this amounted to was that I was starting over in my
> > relationship with the Church. Whatever happened in the past was over
> > for good, and now I was at ground zero with a new chance to make good.
> > Drescher went over the documents with me and asked me, on video
> > camera, if I understood them. I discussed it with him a bit, made a
> > few minor corrections with his agreement, initialed all the pages, and
> > signed the document, all on video. Of course, if I hadn't, I would
> > have been declared a Suppressive Person at once. Nobody had to tell me
> > that. It had been made clear enough over the last four months. Jeannie
> > Gavigan witnessed and notarized my signature.
>
> I assume that they didn't hand you a copy, right?

You're right, they didn't -- but I have one now! :-)

Dan

michael pattinson

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Nov 24, 2003, 8:53:58 PM11/24/03

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Many thanks, Dan, for another world-class posting. I have been through
similar group idiocies, specially while "staff". Yours was prolonged
and severe, as mgt crimes might have been leaked...so sacrifice of
slaves was the order of the day. False imprisonment is a crime. Is it
too late to file a criminal complaint?

Your posting made me so much happier about being OUT OUT OUT of
the criminal cult. Being an ex-Scientologist is a great cause for
celebration.
The criminality of SCn Mgt, ignored and probably remuneratively
tolerated by law-enforcement will, one day hopefully soon, come back
against them like a tsunami of truth and hands-on accountability. i
dont drink, but on that day champagne will be in order!
I look forward to more of your postings....
All the Best
Michael.