Ignazio Tidu, Class XII, OT VII| My Life in the Sea Org - Assault by RTC Rep, Sue Price | | Print | |
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Page 4 of 5 ASSAULT BY RTC REP, SUE PRICE People were too tired and by the time the course room closed that night, hardly anybody if at all would have a floating needle at the examiner. The next alarming thing arose when a fellow staff member had filed a report on a very high executive expressing some concern for a possible unethical conduct. It was just suspected at that stage. I was very concerned about it as the person in question was also one of the very many I’ve audited on board and I was still auditing that very person. I wondered if I had missed anything and didn’t like the idea in the least. During a session, I did what believed to be correct, but something went wrong and immediately after the session I get called into the office and the RTC rep tells me I’m doing a shitty job and if I don’t make things go right, she had already typed a post removal for me with an assignment to the new post of garbage man. She made me read the issue to make a point. I was very rattled and when I went back in session it wasn’t very easy anymore. One session went okay, but the next one the day after wasn’t particularly revealing. I’d get told the person in question was unethical and better find out what he had been up to or it was my head off. Anyway I made some goof and the RTC rep was so furious that she slammed me against a wall in the C/S office and then while 2 other persons were present, she yells and starts punching me in the chest as well as the face. I froze to avoid reacting knowing well that if I did, It have meant my execution. My punch in return would have easily knocked her out, however it’d have earned me an instantaneous SP declare. I didn’t intend for things to go that bad so remained still while being hit. Then she arranged for another auditor to take over the security check of the culprit while I was routed to the engine room with instructions from the RTC rep that I had to be assigned to the worst possible work available down there with my schedule extended till 2:00 am with next morning muster at 7:00 am. Factually I’ve found myself forced into very heavy work in extremely uncomfortable conditions for about 18 hours a day for many days. I was feeling terrible and didn’t know how to get out of that nightmare. I ended up having my birthday on Dec 8 2004 in that hell! I was wondering what the hell I did to pull all that shit in. Was I not a good auditor, was it the other person or what could be going on? I was for one thing curious to find out it my colleague was doing better than me. That answer came shortly after that point. I noticed he got demoted together with the C/S for the very same reason I got in trouble. Now here comes the explanation as to why then we didn’t get the same treatment? At that stage, I became expendable while he and the c/s had to carry on their duties. Otherwise, the whole production machine, already suffering from scarce production, would have collapsed to a point of no delivery at all. That was unthinkable and I could understand that rather easily. IMPRISONED AND ABUSED Without going too much into the details of the above incident, I got removed from post and Comm-Eved. Parts of the findings were for me to redo a very specific course, which I did. I also had to do lower conditions for whatever I had done wrong and I’ve spent hundreds of hours at it, but when it came to the step of asking the group to be accepted back, the RTC rep would reject it as if I was kidding and made some denigrating comments in answering my request. I felt rather hopeless at one point when I realized she wasn’t going to give me the ok and I was getting exasperated of not being allowed to get off the ship for any reason. It was factually as if I was prisoner. After some weeks the pressure had gone down a bit and I could manage to sleep a bit more, however, my body began to show the signs of the physical duress it had to bear with. At first my body would become numb half way through one side and then on the other. My arms caused me to feel inexplicable pain at night to such a degree that it’d wake me up. I’d stink of diesel oil no matter how hard I’d wash my whole body and the skin in my hands was like sanding paper. My fingerprints were hardly readable by whatever electronic device was used to recognize me when I could use my auditing room again to perform the temporary post I’d been assigned. I became one of the so-called OT debug consultants. I trained rapidly at it and started to produce. Funny enough, the stats began to rise as soon as I was on that post and my colleagues in the area were delighted about it. I could handle anybody and they knew that too. The saga however, was not over yet. Once the Spanish girl completed her first step in the sea org at the base in Clearwater, she came shortly on board and at that stage we decided to start our sentimental relationship. There were no rules I knew of that were being violated. She had also to undergo a verification to be done in session to ensure she was fully qualified to stay on the ship as a staff member. Unfortunately I got chosen for it. It’d be advisable to avoid being the auditor of your sentimental partner, but I had not much choice as her English wasn’t fluent enough to be processed in that language. I happened to know and speak Spanish good enough and her Italian was also better than English. Nobody else could do it but me. Before getting started I made it very clear to her that when we were in session, I’d be her auditor and nothing else. Our personal emotions had no bearing with the counseling whatever was about to come up as subject during that action. She was fine with it so we proceeded. It wasn’t completely easy for her and I did my best to keep it as smooth as possible. We completed the action in due time and she returned to Clearwater for her training program to become a class IX auditor. All seemed fine. She was a bit concerned about my cautiousness as I wasn’t expressing very much reach towards her from the pure male to female standpoint. She told me one day “Are you ever going to kiss me” I did kiss her just once, during a snorkeling excursion in Bonaire, that was the only time it happened since. For Xmas time 2004 she had managed to get a short leave of absence and go visit her parents in Spain, it was shortly after her return to Clearwater that she started to freak out. During my previous weeks, while on my engine room forced experience, I wasn’t allowed to communicate with her or anybody else for that matter outside the ship. Before my landing in trouble, I used to call her often and with the help of my daughter in the Clearwater base, we could talk briefly over the phone during some break time. She became concerned as to what had happened to me, it was obvious that something went wrong for my communication had stopped all of a sudden without explanation. I tried to minimize what went on, not to worry her, but she was rather worried and told me she got the idea of being unqualified for the sea organization due to her having taken LSD. I thought immediately she was making up a story in order to have a good reason to route out. Her qualifications had been verified beforehand and nowhere it was noted of her having taken that drug which, would have made her not fit for the organization in the first place. To the contrary, she denied an accusation addressed to her in a written report about having used LSD, she said it was false. The above became an alarming matter as it was not what anybody expected, me included. She either lied before joining the sea org or she was lying now as an escape route, or perhaps she was habitually lying for whatever reason real or imagined. That was nonetheless the final straw for me. While working on the new and temporary post, one morning out of the blue, I get accused by the RTC rep together with the CO CMO ship of having messed up my VIP crew preclear (Slang for the person being counseled in session) and that I had done so and so in a particular session, restimulating the hell out of him. I had no clue as to what they were talking about, what I was being charged with, didn’t happen and when I tried to speak as I was very baffled by the nonsense of the communication, I was simply made wrong and that was all. Desperation was the strongest emotion I felt at that moment, I had no clue how to get out of that madness. Only next day the senior C/S, who in turn had landed in trouble as well, over the same cycle, told me in the engine room, where both were sent to do heavy dirty work as disciplinary action, that what I was told happened in session was not an error and it had been misunderstood by the RTC rep. I knew that for me already, however the RTC person never came to rectify her goof. I just recall another occasion when she accused me of something I had not done. During a session with a female parishioner, at one point she expressed some feeling of sexual attraction for me that had crossed her mind. I acknowledged her communication and proceeded with my standard procedure. It all went fine. The above can happen to anybody undergoing processing and it wasn’t anything new to me nor worrisome. I had no attention on her nor intention of taking advantage in any way shape or form. The RTC rep however, having spotted the above during her quality control of the various sessions going on aboard, commented in her critique that I must be causing that by outflowing sexual wavelengths. She couldn’t be more wrong than that, but when I tried to express my point to her, she would not believe it was not the case. I didn’t bother going on having to be right about it as it’d be pointless. Ron Hubbard taught us about a very basic principle: “What is true is what is true for you” and I had no doubts about that. Another interesting new I was told while being sent back to the engine room confinement, was that my former VIP pc (short for preclear) had now done what he had been accused of doing in earlier months, just to make the accusers wrong. I’ll spare the details as well as the identity of this VIP; some smart people can figure it out for themselves. That meant if the data was accurate that he was just as guilty, if not worse, than me and these after me who took over the matter. Strangely enough, I didn’t see the guy come down the engine room to receive the same treatment. It all got hushed up, nobody was supposed to know, yet if the events were accurate, that very top crew member could be beached (slang for being dismissed) in no time. Many people had been, for much less than what he did, I’ve witnessed that too. My personal saga was just getting worse. I had seen some other colleague land on the engine room special treatment while I was there, and in one occasion I witnessed the insanity of the physical abuse being perpetrated. |
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Comments
Thank you for sharing your story.
I will admit that I was hoping that this was not also happening on the ship (naive I know) and that Sharon and Mike would not stand for it. A very sad disappointment.
My heart aches for those I dearly love who are ship staff and have to fight against this inhumane treatment - even if only the potential of such treatment.
I can attest you were a good and caring auditor. You audited me at the FSO and it went very well.
It's funny that while I was on my way out of the church you did gave me a C/S 53 by indication in Milan (arc x session) and you indicated something that was actually happening to me: "Feel attacked". At the time I was under attack by the C. of S... Shortly thereafter I got declared...
I wish you well my friend and good luck on reuniting your family.
Best Paolo
I ended up saying things which I didn't even believe because I'd be asked what I'm thinking and I'd say whatever I imagined after the question. I wasn't thinking anything besides how messed up this is. The Sec checker had something in his ear and he'd not want to take a "read" up, but this guy in the other room would talk to him in his ear and he'd take it up with me.
There's got to be some out tech if the sec check leaves you spinned in.
04' at Flag.
sono Caspar appena letto la tua storia incredible, but on the other hand I have indeed read similar stories and my own has some similarity as well.
I would like to talk to you in person some time or other. I intend to take some action in the socalled Freezone to clean up the squirreling that is going on and possible unite the field.
There is another person whom I would like you to meet as well.
Let me know if you are interested and otherwise I wish you well.
m. love,
Caspar
Remember one thing, you are now free to AUDIT, big time, man!!! Ha ha!
Welcome Back, mate!!!
ML, Theo Sismanides
On your long journey as auditor, did you ever learn to audit in German ?
Hey Caspar,
any chances to deliver SHSBC and class VIII ?
just wondering.
Arc
anything the church delivers can be delivered in the Freezone except the blows :-)
Caspar
Thanks for your story, which is a great read.
I have recently read several long articles and full-length books about life in the Sea Org by former scientologists, including descriptions of life at Hemet, Clearwater, Saint Hill, and the Los Angeles Complex. Your account of life on the Freewinds is a valuable contribution to the picture puzzle of Scientology that is now emerging in all its nefarious glory. The more people know about all facets of this organization, the better. Your account of your experience is a real public service. Thanks.
thank you for sharing your story.
When I read it yesterday I forgot all my life around me and could see those things happen before my eyes.
Though not having been myself in the Sea Org, in the '70s and '80s I have been in the SO-quarters in the Nordland-Hotel in Copenhagen, as well as those in St. Hill in the UK and I have supervised a short time in the Flag Crew Course room in Clearwater.
Each of these experiences was a shock. But after I was through that initial shock I felt complete admiration for these staffmembers who had so much Affinity that such circumstances could not stop them to help their fellow beings.
Afterwards I was in awe, when I saw them acting on their posts. I have no other words for that.
Thank you for what you have done - while being on staff and after. And thanks again for sharing your adventures. It has raised my confront.
Love
Alice
I read every word of your detailed write up. I do not doubt one word. Your tenacity in applying standard tech, even when half starved and sleep deprived is more than admirable, it's miraculous...
Now you need to continue to apply your skills as a Cl XII auditor to clean up the C of S's overt products. Good luck, my friend. I will be coming out soon...
ML,
Songbird
Yours is a cruel yet familiar story. How ironic that the Organization established for "removing the ills of man" harbors a management whose highest leaders are committing those very ills--- and in numbers.
I admire both your courage and tenacity in your experience and subsequent release.
I experienced similar suppressive treatment while an SO crew at ASHO-D back in the earlier days. I routed out after months of jumping through the off-policy flaming hoops and other suppressive obstacles. They play a very low toned game and really didn't care about keeping me around as I challenged their phony authority with gusto. I would have pulled them upscale and they weren't having any of that.
What a shame that they pervert the way out for so many? We'll all make it, I know that. But what a colossal cost in needlessly suffering individuals.
Imagine for a moment a Religion created to save mankind and offer sanity.
But who will save us from the highjacking of this Religion? Anyone interested? I am.
Rob
Highest affinity, Anita Warren
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