Blown for Good Behind the Iron Curtain of Scientology Read Online Free PDF Page B

Disneyland for Scientologists. They even had a slogan: “The Friendliest Place on Earth - Flag.” The only thing better than Flag was the Freewinds . The Freewinds was a cruise ship owned by Scientology that sailed around the Caribbean delivering services to the highest level Scientologists.
    Jesse’s dad thought that if I moved in with them, it would work out well for all involved. Here’s the other good part, Jesse’s little sister Diana, was going to stay behind in LA and Jesse’s dad was going to hire a full time babysitter for her. He promised not to disappoint us.
    I told my mom that I was going to live with Jesse. There was not anything she could do about it and I am sure in her mind, it would be easier since I could not stand living with her and her boyfriend and I openly displayed and voiced my views on a regular basis.
    Moving in with Jesse took about five minutes. I had moved so many times to so many places that I had cut all my belongings down to clothing items. I had no crap to cart around. After ten or so moves, I tended to lose track or cut loose on the items one normally accumulates over time.
    Since I was already at Jesse’s house a few nights a week, living there permanently was not a big change. We rode to school in the morning on our bikes or got a ride from another friend who lived a few blocks away. Oh yeah, the babysitter got hired. She was right out of a frickin’ centerfold, I swear. She was of foreign descent, I think Brazilian. Maybe not, but I could easily imagine her on a beach in Rio… Anyway, she was nice. She cleaned and cooked for us and kept Jesse’s sister out of our hair. But most of all she was easy on the eyes and no matter what she said got a smile out of us.
    One Wednesday night, when we came home, there were a bunch of cars in the driveway we had not seen before. We walked in the door and Jesse’s dad was in the living room with a bunch of people from Scientology. We could tell — we knew them from the Advanced Org Los Angeles (AOLA). One of them was from the local Flag Office, one from the local Freewinds office and one from IAS. The IAS is the International Association of Scientologists. Mostly, they go around getting rich Scientologists to donate money to support legal battles. This was not a good scene. It is one thing if they are hitting you up for money at their offices. They were in the damn house! The only way you get these people to leave is to give them money, and lots of it. Apparently, there was never enough money to “Clear the Planet,” the Scientology battle cry for saving mankind, as fast as needed. The sad thing was that Jesse’s dad had the money. He had just sold off a company and had a boatload of cash he was sitting on. They probably knew that, which is why they were here. And it was Wednesday! Anyone in Scientology knows that you never go see a Registrar on Wednesdays or Thursday mornings!
    In Scientology, the official end of the work week is at 2:00  p.m. on Thursday. All of the statistics from everybody working in the organization are added up and tallied and whoever got less done than the week before is “downstat” and everybody else is “upstat” – meaning their statistic is higher than it was the previous week. The staff with up statistics get rewarded and the staff with down statistics get penalized. They are particular about enforcing the penalty part and not so much about the rewards. Registrars, or “Reges” as they are referred to, are the number one priority within the organization. The registrars are the staff members who get people to pay the organization money. If the registrars don’t make money, nobody gets paid. When you are only making $35 a week, getting paid is a huge deal. The registrars have a tremendous amount of pressure applied to them in order to make the money they need. The ones with Jesse’s dad were big time registrars. These guys don’t walk away without at least a few hundred thousand dollars raised