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I met Misha shortly after he first arrived at the Int base in 1989. In my own uninformed estimation Misha has possibly done more for the expansion of Scientology in Russia than any other living person. Having grown up in the USSR, Misha cut his teeth on impossible situations and impossible odds. He is the type who never met an obstacle he couldn't overcome; not lack of personnel, not lack of money, not even the KGB could stop him. Only direct intervention by David Miscavige, who in 1994 shut down 24 Scientology missions in Russia with a single order, was able to sabotage the expansion Misha created. His story serves to illustrate what day-to-day life was like in the hell-hole of the Int base. Change "translations" to "marketing," "management," or any of dozens of other functions, and you have the same song just different lyrics. The accidents he experienced -- losing a finger, broken knees, and finally a heart attack -- indicate the intensity of the suppression we faced trying to get anything useful done at the Int base. -- Thoughtful The DiagnosisMy Int Base tenure was quite mediocre in terms of all the tragedy, drama and suppression that I had to endure. It definitely pales by comparison with other accounts that I have read about recently. I have never been beaten by David Miscavige or any of his crazed cronies, nobody humiliated me to the same extent as some of my friends, I have not lost any family members and I got out not only in more or less one piece (a lost finger, a broken jaw, a couple of broken knees and a heart attack notwithstanding) but much better off as a thetan than when I started there because “that which does not kill you, makes you stronger.” Of course, having grown up for twenty years in the Soviet Union gave me a unique edge: I was used to heavy suppression, invalidation and humiliation. I did not expect any better from the Government of Scientology and I was right. It was not, in the final count, a false datum that most Russians share. After the recent CNN program I have had to explain to at least a dozen Russians so far—in person and on-line—the big deal about all the beatings of Base staff. Of course if DM is the boss, he whoops his lowly subjects black-and-blue and grinds everybody down to a stump. That is just Management. And look how far down that viewpoint took Russia. First, the Soviet Empire completely fell apart and now it is the only major country in the known Universe with constantly diminishing population. They can’t even procreate straight now!No, I cannot characterize one-third of my life spent on the Base as Hell. I would characterize, or rather diagnose it, as “chronic dental extraction aggravated by severe rectal somatics.” For the medically challenged, yes, there absolutely is a medical condition of chronic tooth extraction. It is a prevailing condition at Int Base under Die Lieber Fuhrer. Your thetan eventually starts producing your own Novocain. Of course if you grew up in the Soviet Union, you’d just be producing Novocane anyway but if you didn’t . . . well . . . good luck. There are two parts to my diagnosis: the rectal somatics and the dental extraction. The rectal somatics of everyday life at the Base, unbearable as it may be, is just a Flow One phenomenon. And therein lies the subject of teeth extraction. Let me describe briefly the molasses-stomping, excruciating and heart-breakingly pointless dental extraction routine of my life for many years on the Base in greater detail. I arrived to the Base in 1989 at the Translations Unit Int as the Russian Translations In-Charge from Pac Base Crew (PBC) where I held a post of the Director of Special Affairs—fully hatted, no less. Why would a smart Russian boy from a good family do a rush thing like jumping into the thick of the Government, you ask? Because I wanted Scientology in Russia and other countries, I wanted to make the world without criminality, insanity and war where decent beings could flourish and prosper and have rights. I was posted at ABLE Int before PBC and I spent over a year at San Francisco Org auditing Book One prior to that. In my estimation, I did quite a lot of good and helped quite some people in my few years on staff and in the Sea Org before I arrived to the base. Then . . . The Daily GrindFor me, as a new Base staff member, the epiphany of my Dear Leader’s view on life was the never ending construction of the Base. Having been started before I arrived and never completed by the time of my departure some 15-16 years later, that construction became the backdrop to my entire existence, bigger than life, the eternal natural phenomenon akin to wind, water and fire and cherry blossoms.The renovations of the Translations and LRH Compilations spaces, the Ranchos, have just been completed when I arrived. Those were bland and tasteless, yet subtly cold and uninviting new spaces, the hallmark of our Dear Leader’s warship of MEST. In 1989 I did not succeed in getting any translations approved through Avc Int. In 1990 I pushed through Learning How To Learn and Basic Study Manual gaining the whooping 63 standard pages of LRH for the Russians. A rather puny step for mankind. In 1991 my The Way To Happiness was approved through AVC Int. That added 42 standard pages, as I recall, to the total of 105 pages of translations in 2.5 years or less than a page a week. I am not talking about anything printed and released, oh no! I am only talking about a translation approved for publication. That is not how much I translated, mind you. That is how much I was getting approved. The production line included translation, side checking with another qualified Russian till clean (there wasn’t another Russian Scientologist to side check with), proofreading, tech checking by a Class VI Auditor (there wasn’t one in Russian) and then back translation from Russian back into English by a totally different person (there wasn’t any) for verification by AVC Int. In addition to all the obvious problems with this production line, the back translation verifications created products in Russian there were wooden and unimaginative but EXACT. I cracked under pressure into allowing to degrade my language and impede understanding just for the sake of getting anything approved. To give you an example of the fallacy of back translations, the English words “house, “dwelling”, “hut”, “building”, “structure”, “edifice” and “tenement” are translated by pretty much just one Russian word: “house”. On the other hand, an English word “storm” can be translated into at least two dozen different Russian terms (and the Back translator, not being allowed to see the original English text, could use any of them in his back translation) and the words “handle”, “serenity”, “asset”, “confusion” and “postulate”, to name a few, have no correct equivalent in Russian whatsoever. So the submissions with multitude of such words would shuttle back and forth between me and AVC Int pretty damn near indefinitely, often stuck at AVC for a month at a time while I was slowly pulling the rest of my hair out and having accidents, such as cutting my finger off on renos once in 1991. Every reject had to be answered via Ethics and Word Clearing to AVC Int. And therein lays the rectal somatics Flow One, on a purely subjective level. Despite the impossible production line and a 4-months long TU Recruitment Mission in 1991, by the end of 1991 I had translated over 2000 pages of LRH basic books and Life Improvement Courses and had gotten almost half of that through the production line, ready for approval. There was no Scientology in Russia. None. So the Russian production line was nothing but a tightly knit concatenation of miracles and clandestine production line violations. In order to have Russian volunteers to work with I made some Russian Scientologists in LA first—and boy, were we cranking! In 1991 I was promoted to the post of Pioneer Languages Translations In-Charge and was making all kinds of people in LA into Scientologists and getting TWTH and Dianetics picture Book translated into some 26 languages. Of course I had an icicle’s chance in Hell of getting them approved but I was actually getting a tiny trickle through. In the end of 1991 I finally gave up on the AVC and was about to tell everybody to go to Hell when Mike Rinder found me and got me fired on an ASI mission to Moscow with Fred Harris to open the LRH Library at Moscow University. The mission was a great success with some incredible products and stories to tell, a birthday present to President Gorbachev being the best and funniest of the stories. I returned back to Base just around the time Building 36 was being completed, kind of nice outside but gaudy, soulless and tasteless inside, just like the Master. I found TU just as squashed as I left it. The forever running lower conditions and failures sucked all the life out of my friends. It was just a scene of death and destruction, gloom and doom. Then shortly after I arrived, in March of 1992, David Miscavige walked into TU and went out immediately with the words “It stinks in here”. The TU execs, Tanya Alexander and Porzia, immediately lined us up and started sniffing everybody’s butts and under arms. Have to give Tanya a credit: she was blushing. I venture throwing it out there that she might have even been harboring a slight disagreement with COB RTC—or with her own actions—that very second. RTC Investigators arrived shortly after the sniffing frenzy subsided. They set up camp in our spaces, got everybody’s Ethics and PC folders out right there in front of us and started investigating the hell out of the body odor situation in TU. As a result, our professional Dutch translator, an OT and old-time Scientologist Olfert Kleveringa, whom I helped get to TU, was offloaded as a psychotic. He has been translating for over 20 years, everything Amsterdam had to deliver was done by Olfert. I’ve been there on a recruit mission earlier, I knew the score. I confronted Porzia, the TU Dir, on that point. Her reply was that Scientology failed to expand in Holland beyond a mediocre Amsterdam Org and so Olfert had no ethics protection. I bet Olfert had no idea that he was supposed to set up and run orgs in Holland to have ethics protection against body odor. Olfert was a sharp and experienced old goat so I asked him how he felt about being offloaded. He answered with a strange glint of mirth carefully hidden deep in his eyes that he had no choice because he was a psychotic. I wondered about that glint for a while and erroneously attributed it to him being a psychotic as opposed to him being a sharp and experienced old goat. My mistake. Having our butts sniffed in public by Tanya Alexander was kind of an interesting, once in a life-time experience but, all things being equal, I’d rather be in Russia. Out there in Russia, in the field, was life. Here in TU was death. Having spent a couple of weeks back “home” in TU and having successfully survived through the sniffing massacre, I wrote my own Project Orders to go back to Russia, got them approved through AVC Int, recruited myself a Project Ops (Tanya Alexander) and got myself fired on a Project to Russia. I did not omit taking ALL my translations on floppy diskettes with me, approved or not, completed or not. I took part as an I/C or the 2nd in the total of 4 successful projects and missions in Russia non-stop till the end of 1993, released DMSMH, Dianetics Picture Book and Dianetics Seminar (and the book Fear, for some wonderfully important but incomprehensible reason), helped set up 16 first missions and the OTL, as well as the first WISE college. All of these missions and WISE had ALL my translations and under Walter Kotrich’s brilliant and enthusiastic management, my hapless Motherland started delivering up a storm of Scientology. In the end of 1993 in Moscow I got in serious trouble with KGB on the subject of the E-Meter, dropped out of comm with the OTL to divert the danger away from the org, ended up with a broken jaw and very slight discomfort in most of the rest of my body as a direct result of a rather long roll down a long flight of concrete stairs, assisted on that at first by one of the KGB officers. I had threats on my life, my US passport was revoked by KGB who started a dossier on my illegal activities, such as bringing in an E-Meter without authorization from KGB (they didn’t want to give it to me so I smuggled a donated Mark V in), doing E-Meter pinch tests on people, moving around the country with no KGB permission, setting up an organization in Sankt Peterburg without something or other and obtaining money through auditing Book One without setting up a legal business or paying taxes from my illegal revenues of a total of $250. There was no way to get money into the country except with a courier so at times the supply lines were completely cut. I was occasionally starving (I spent three days once on a small bag of hazelnuts and some candy, a present from a German OT volunteer who just arrived then to help on Applied Scholastics lines) and had no money to operate. The KGB hoodlums in due time really pissed me off and I started retaliating by not cooperating and making fun at them openly. Like for example inviting them to my apartment to finally show them the E-Meter and then when all 5 of them were there telling them all together to fu.. off. Little things but highly satisfying. That line of thinking accidentally got me into an out-2D situation with a girlfriend of one of my KGB tormentors which really made a good impression on him. Okay, I was wrong on that point! Alright? My Project Ops at the time was not reading my daily reports which I could not send regularly anyway because of my security situation. Mission traffic is confidential. The situation was out of control and quickly deteriorating. Things looked bad, then super deadly serious for a short while and then went down hill from there. Grim. I finally escaped back to civilization with the help from a special OSA Int Project but without a return ticket. It is a long story. Have you ever tried flying Lufthansa from Moscow to LA via Frankfurt without a ticket and with 72 cents in your pocket? It is easier and, most importantly, faster than getting translations approved through AVC Int but a nerve-wrenching experience nevertheless. The trip took 4 days, most of them spent at airports starving to death. Upon arrival to the Base I was promptly put on MEST work under 24-hour watch and then was posted in the Galley as a Storesman and Canteen I/C, getting a full battery of sec checks and PDH checks. I spent over a year in the kitchen pissed off at the world and having frequent run-ins with Sinar Parman, the COB’s Cook. There was nothing wrong with Sinar really. I simply hated the life at the Galley and did not like COB very much but kept it as my own little withhold quite in addition to numerous bigger ones that I had. At the end of 1994 by the telex order from ED Int the wealth of my LRH translations that have not been approved by AVC Int but were used in Russia were revoked from all missions and BURNED at the OTL in their boiler. There were 56 missions in Russia by that time. Within a few months the number of missions dropped to 32 and the remaining missions’ GI was cut in half or more. A total of 24 missions closed down completely because of that telex. From that point on ED Int became my worst enemy. I started a war with Guillaume that went on till the day I left and accomplished absolutely nothing because he was a wrong target. DM ordered to commit this atrocity as an attempt to stop the spread of “squirrel” activities in Russia but actually that action increased squirrel activities 100X while delivering a devastating blow to Scientology in Russia. I started jumping up and down, petitioning repeatedly to get out of the Galley back to TU to get my translations through AVC. One of my petitions was eventually approved by DM in 1994 but I only returned to my post in 1995 after I had a Galley delivery truck accident that left me with both of my knees broken. The truck was alright though. I still had to get myself replaced at the Galley but it went fast because I could not really stand much or carry heavy things for a while, although I did anyway as soon as I could. That was around the time when Cine Castle was being built and people were assigned to the RPF for various related flaps as usual. By that time things in TU changed considerably. Approval lines were streamlined a bit and I did in fact have a LOT of Scientologists now, both in Russia and in LA. I relatively quickly had all the basic books approved and some printed as event releases. Going was tough as usual with the rampant condition assignments, sleepless nights for weeks or months for the event releases, humiliation of me or my friends or juniors at masters, the stupid renos and other all-hands, occasionally full time—the usual Base shuffle. But nothing could shake me loose from getting the translations out. In 1996 I was fired on mission to CLO EU to set up a TU there and get a bunch of LRH materials done for some release. Walter was CO CLO EU now and doing great, helping, never stopping dissemination, never getting too bureaucratic on me and covering my back every step of the way. That was fun! Lots of good creative production. We put together a TU there of over 100 people from all around Europe. As soon as we started producing, the order came from DM directly this time to “to weed out all the dead wood”. I was ordered to weed out many good people that way, got into heavy protests, went out 2D and was escorted back to the Base to do MEST work under 24-hour watch. I had a Comm Ev that assigned me back to TU Int because I had serious ethics protection. But I was never allowed to leave the base after that. Eventually David Miscavige destroyed TU Int completely. That was just around the time we worked on the new Lab building days and nights. There was just too much dissemination for his liking, I guess. The entire TU Int was finally just me as the TU Coordinator Int and Susan Mathe as my Deputy. The pattern of operations changed and it was not entirely to my liking but TU could operate that way too, if my orders were consistent and all Cont TUs actions were coordinated. Any telex from me had to be approved by AVC Int. That line was slow and difficult but things creaked on somehow with the aide of the new hi-tech invention: the e-mail. It was prohibited to put orders on e-mail lines but orders did not actually have to look like orders at all. They could be made to look like specifically NOT orders. Susan was an unsurpassed wiz on getting camouflaged orders out. It could all work except for one thing: DM kept changing his orders on a whim. We expanded TU network by that time to some 1200 people all around the world. Any orders, legal or not, given in any way, shape or form would only filter down to all concerned in a week to two weeks. It would take many more telexes and emails to help TU Dirs to work out bugs, get stops out of the way, iron out important and silly personnel difficulties, get CO CLO’s back-up and cooperation to get any momentum going. On average we could get things rolling full blast on any releases in 3 weeks time after we received our orders. That meant that for 3 weeks we were artillery fodder for the Zonder Komanda SS Lisa Von Schroer and company and a bulls eye for DM’s target practice. Both Susan and I had to take DM’s brunt and face Lisa Schroer’s antics, including screaming, ethics and justice actions, insults, weird and unusual punishments and humiliation in front of 500 people at musters and staff meetings. Then we would finally get rolling but then DM would promptly change the releases. My orders to Cont TUs on stopping and changing priorities mid-stream would not make any sense, of course, and result in HUNDREDS on KRs on me from Cont TUs every time. I was their target but I recruited or trained, defended and stood by most of them over the years, worked with them shoulder to shoulder. Therefore, when I was gone as the stable terminal, the best people started blowing, routing out or just quitting. The powerful TU network started creaking at the seams and falling apart under the pressure and insane whims of our arch-criminal Lieber Fuhrer. Gold was in lower conditions for about 4 or 5 years by then, life really sucked in many ways. In February of 2004 after two people whom I liked and respected blew—my former junior Detti Koltai and Dan Koon from RTRC—and after a seriously ugly grilling by CO CST and ED ASI I walked off post and was assigned to PAC RPF where I tried to route out till June 2005 when I finally blew from the RPF and had a heart attack shortly after. DM is a criminal, he belongs in jail. I want to get rid of him and get my Church back. Why? Because I want to see the world without insanity, criminality and war, where decent people can flourish and prosper, have rights and go up the Bridge! Written by Michael (Misha) Priv |
"Scientology has been taken over by a self-appointed dictator, David Miscavige, who has turned the Creed of the Church of Scientology, the Code of a Scientologist, and the Credo of a True Group Member on their heads and instituted the virtual practice of Reverse (Black) Dianetics..." 
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Good on you for GTF out of there!
Great write up.
There is this catch phrase "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" well.....
it seems like
"What happens at INT BASE will never stay in INT BASE. It will be told on the Internet"
TRUTH WILL OUT.
Each story tells more and more of the destruction
and the insanities.
Thanks for revealing it from another angle.
Good job.
The main difference I see between Vegas and the Int Base is that what happens in Vegas is really nothing much. So somebody gambled. So somebody paid for sex or s/g like that. So what? BFD. Int Base is a completely different story for obvious reasons.
The other thing I remembered, unfortunately, was the sniffing. At various times I was I/C of a small group of OOTs and I had to sniff armpits and shoes on a couple of occasions. This had been conveniently occluded till today...
I'm so glad that you are out, healthy and doing well. I remember you as a great, fun guy who made me laugh on many occasions, and to know that you were able to be that high-toned with the amount of suppression you were experiencing just shows what a truly special person you are.
Never stop fighting the good fight!
having almost every day some kind of contact with Russians and people from the former USSR, I just can so much relate to the very specific humour and non-chalence these people must have developped under that specific type of suppressive management.
Hours long story in short:
Since hours - just remembering a single bit of your story in between my work cycles, I burst out in fits of loud laughter and blow line charge I would not recall when it would have occurred for the last time...
Your story is hilarious in all its unbearability, it's so grotesque and narrated nevertheless so up-tone...
I am in awe of you and your spirit and admire your strength and love very, very much!!
What a huge Russian soul you are!!
ML, Fidelio
Thank you. Happy I made your day! Remember "Joy of creating"?
yeah - joy of creation combined with a good size mountain on which to keep one's eyes while moving forward - that seems to be a heck of an advice for living. Thanks again.
Let us know when your website is working...
Take care! Fidelio
what's your relation to Alena Priv? Is she out of Co$ too?
I'm working on Czech independent translations, that's why I'm asking.
Vítek
What a great story! I remember when Russian dissemination was hot and wondered what happened to it. Now I know, the rat got into it.
Did you ever work with Ingrid from Fremont? She was working on projects with WISE. She was a fantasic speaker and had wonderful things to say about her trip to Russia. She especially loved the people who were open arms for Scientology.
No I do not know Ingrid from Fremont. We are trying to put together a group here. Could you let me know how to find Ingrid? abc.estimating
lost TU friends on facebook -- amazingly all are flourishing as you are; out from under the thumb of suppression. My best to you.
ML,
Colwell
hello, hello. Misha has been my recruiter for uplines, extracted me from AOSHEU for the U.S.
Anyway, Misha, so glad you wrote this.
I had posted my story on the net, would like you to read it when you have time since it has to do with translations.
http://www.scientologie.de/english/reports/theo_01.htm
There are 3 parts.
Anyway, I mean Misha this is so... the way you write is the way you speak, is the way you live as far as I know you. I am you are a hilarious guy. This is so eloquently written and so humorous that I am tempted to ask you to write articles for our magazine.
You know me and Olga publish a fashion magazine in Athens (have a look http://www.fashionthetamag.blogspot.com)
I mean you are amazing writer but as Fidelio said you are a huge Russian soul!!!
Well, write to me if you want thetamag
You are in the U.S right? I will talk to you via FB also.
This was a great story Misha, you put that non chalence in it and it became so theta. I mean you can make a career writing jokes about Int Base.
So see you soon and have a look at my write up posted since 2000 on the net. Then I got declared for posting it on a freezone site.
take care!
I read your article. Wow, what a great, awesome and incredibly incisive view of the translations scene and how well it reflects a larger picture with Scientology in general.
Thank you for the email address, I will send you an email.
I personally appreciate your courage and high integrity. I am glad you are finally out.
Thank you for being true to yourself. Yes, DM will be removed and jailed soon.
Even if you probably don't remember me, I remember you very well. You have been instrumental in getting scientology into Russia.
Your story depicts very well scientology management's constant can't have that is run on the staff of pioneer areas. AVC is just a complete arbitrary like the line of the I/A.
The c. of s is a psychotic organization.
Paolo
For the fun and easy writing of course you master many words combinations
I was class 4 trilingual auditor when CMO put me as a waitress... monolingual i guess...
Oh well such a shame!
well it was 20 years ago but i still remember the look of terror in the eyes of some executives i forgot the names of when dining with DM
they just could not swallow anything as DM was silently shouting at them while he was devouring the food
I blew the RPF after 10 days
horriified with what i saw in there
took many years to recover
the whole scam of it all
best regards
nefertiti
Petey
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