"scientology" poems
Ben Kowalewicz (spoken): Hi, my name is Ben Kowalewicz and this is Billy Talent.
Well I tripped, I fell down naked
I drank from a cup of lead
I hugged a skunk, it peed on me
Yesterday I joined Scientology
Steal a Camaro, then **** Jack Sparrow
Try stupid **** try stupid ****
Jump in a dump truck, smell **** and get stuck
I cannot read, I cannot read
**** on computers, then drink some pewter
Die sanity, die sanity
Marry a cheapskate, gain ninety pounds weight
I'm really dumb, I'm really dumb
I'm stupid, it's my fault, so daft
I like to play in the garbage shaft
The best sport is Parkour, **** straight
I arrive at work five hours late
Drink a deep fryer, eat some barbed wire
Try stupid **** try stupid ****
Sleep in a fireplace, burn your entire face
I cannot read, I cannot read
Cinnamon challenge, go on a chalk binge
Die sanity, Die sanity
Bike into traffic, pose pornographic
I'm a ******* I'm a *******
I ate some poo!
I'm stupid, it's my fault
Try
I'm stupid, it's my fault
Lie
This bad song don't make sense
Pie
Get a Prince Albert, snake blood for dessert now?
Drink some Everclear, cut off your own ear now?
Go back in time to, forties as a Jew
Try stupid **** try stupid ****
Do *** and rip off your right knee
I cannot read, I cannot read
Find the KKK, put on some blackface
Die sanity, die sanity
Locate a pervert, then take off your shirt
I am a twit, I am a twit
I am a twit, I am a twit
Try stupid **** try stupid ****
I am a twit, I am a twit
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 6:15 PM UTC
At Bookshop Santa Cruz
I look at a book about the East Bay then and now
One picture strikes me: 1969 Sproul Plaza
Govener Ronald Reagan has the National Guard spray
tear gas on protesters on the steps of this Berkeley Administration Building
People run in black and white
they look like my parents
The helicopter is so close to the ground, like the Vietnam War
I was three
In the backseat of our VW Bug
My mother was driving me to Strawberry Canyon
for a swim
Then she got scared--something on the radio
We turned around
I didn't understand
She had to protect us from tear gas
We lived in a war zone
Everyone was very upset
We were attacked by our own government
Even children were fair game
An innocent frog is placed in water
If the water temperature is raised gradually
the frog will sit there until it dies
In 1980 Ronald Reagan became our President
Much to our dismay
"70% of pollution comes from trees" he had announced
as Governer, he was obviously a man of science
The vice grip clenched, the water temperature raised
as we felt around us the world becoming more
difficult as a middle class
we were supposed to wait for crumbs to fall
from the table of the rich folks
fighting over the bits like starving animals
Budgets were cut
Prices rose, wages fell or disappeared completely
We were at war
1985: I took a class in Economics in college, a UC
I learned that Supply Side Economics was
a silly idea written on a napkin at a fancy restaurant
where the fat ones eat
and the crumbs are thrown away
It was all a sham
An excuse
The vice grip tightened, the world became
more difficult
not the American Dream my parents grew up in
To be middle class was to struggle and struggle and still
not have anything
The frog began to die
Somehow we saw that
Reagan drifted away, but his ghost
remained, a respite in the 90's
Then we were at war again
Not just tear gas, but carpet bombing
Guerilla warfare in the streets of a hot arid country
Oil companies, already saturating our ground and our air with their products
Cashed in
The frog is near death
We struggle, and nothing gets better
Only a respite
At a fancy restaurant
on a napkin someone wrote
a new theory of Economics
that became like Scientology
Outgrew it's ridiculous inception
And became real
Ronald Reagan dropped tear gas
from helicopters on Sproul Plaza
and it drifted to Strawberry Canyon
where children learned to swim
But that is child's play now
the frog is about to die
I want to pull it out.
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
City rush me
Pretty push
Did he see?
The wish on
Hard on_____
Sunday I thought
A rush of pluses +++
He won
Be on time if not - - -
Monday be
good to me
Rumors
Fantasy thoughts
I am
What I am
Not Popeye
Going day back
I need a third eye
I am
All free
Robin
Bird
From
everyone
Wait!!
Don't rush me
I love everyone______*
Newspaper's
Sunday
Daily
News
Poem
touchdown
My poem stood
With the others
I bowed ((Gladly))______
Waking up
To a Racers- mouth
Ray____ speed lover
No homework
All game
Sunday____
Candles burned
The House flamed
"Procrastinator"
I'll be back
"Destroyer-Terminator"
Coffee drug me percolator
He April fools her
Shopping Sunday
right up magnifying
dress
He is back
Not the future
Smart *** tricks
On the Escalator
He Jeremy irons out
her clothes
That's it!!!
Never rushed
on Sunday
To make
a mob hit
The call girls
Busy- tight pants
So Panicked Monday's
religiously
Hooked in
Scientology
So ****** in
Not to ever kiss
her on a
Sunday
He bunked into ((God))
Poem ritual bunk bed
Well NYC
Cabbie, he
will
never
take it
on Sunday
The big game
crazies
The flower
shops
of horror
Emptied
out with
Moms
Tiger
Lillies
Smelling
Mad Men hungover
Rush hour
Tv movie
Hangover
Jet game
Sprinkler
shower
Opening up
The door to his
apartment
Big Girly
hoarder mess
After a
long talk
night
Saturday Night
Brooklyn
The Disco Queen
bridge-sight
His Mom
is still oiling
His BMW Racecar
with
Hot fire Crisco
he
will never
be
rushed
out the door
His car
never
starts
Sunday
or a
Monday
Teased on
Tuesday
Wednesday
shes wild
Thursday
Ladies
drink
for free____
She got
her husband
to buy
her cushion
cut square
On Sunday
Do it or dare
She's
hanging
low
Times Square
Girly rough
Brooklyn
tough
Channel
blush
On Sunday
he is so
wired bushed
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
Gabby Abrego
I'll never let you go go
unless we go to Mexico
and you be come a hobo!
Then I'll go.
and fetch the so co.
so we can dance to disco
eat enchiladas with adobo
pick the **** out of our Afros!
We'll feel so funky,
the people will get spunky
when we arrive on donkeys,
and ride around their towns!
We'll befriend all the junkies
and give them howler monkeys,
it'll be so funny
we'll laugh until you cry!
Ohh! Gabby Abrego I'll never let you go go
unless I get you prego
then I'll run like mad!
cuz if we had a baby
I'd stop being lazy
get as famous as THE LADY
support you like Eminem did for his baby.
So Never Ever leave me
Or I'll succumb to Scientology
and go even more crazy
my world'd become a mystery.
I'd rather be a rhino
rather be tricked into a *****
rather be married to Bono
in a movie starring J.Lo
be forced to live with Yoko Ono
have red eyes like an albino
than to ever be with out
Gabby Abrego!!!
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 1:01 AM UTC
If I were ******
I'd choose Scientology.
Or Mormonism.
Probably both.
Jews are too cool.
I love their culture of practical intelligence
that accommodates science and atheism
in a dark world of savagery and jealousy
their light shines like a radiant star
or the soft glow of a candle-lit minora.
Scientology and Mormonism are decadent, creepy and ridiculous.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
Why do I have to endure:
The company of pain....
Emotional
Mental
Physical
Spiritual
Hardship....
Taking care of very elderly parents
Being a Targeted Individual
(I was on staff at the "Church" of
Scientology. I left without permission. I'm outspoken against them. They hunt down and target such people... and make their
lives A PURE MISERY)
Being a person who knows the
Truth but is perceived as insane
Being single
Being childless (barren)
Being smart enough to know that
I'm not smart enough
Having crippling arthritis
Having deformed feet to the point
that I'm barely able to walk...
Should I go on...? No.
Instead I shall praise You!
I'll thank you for:
Being alive at all to experience this.
The counterpoint symphony of birdsong... and the beautiful day
The company of my ageing parents
The fact that I still have all my
family and friends
The lovely cacti and other plants
out here on our porch
My extant talent and ability
The fact I can walk at all
Clothing to wear
Shoes on my feet
Food to eat
A roof over my head
Good eyes and ears
The use of my upper body
Appreciation of beauty
The ability to read and write
The fact that I never married
the wrong man and brought
children into an unsafe and
unhappy environment
But most of all, God, I'm grateful for
***THE SACRIFICE OF YOUR
PRECIOUS SON THAT I MAY HAVE
S A L V A T I O N.
THANK YOU! !!!***
♥ Catherine
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
They are in the movies
They are on TV
You'll want everything they "have"
But, baby, it ain't free
They go about streets looking
I think you will agree
They will make you "better"
You, too, can be OT!
Just like John Travolta
Tom Cruise, Kirstie Ally
They target you to have you test
Your personality
Do you REALLY feel good?
Or are you kinda stuck?
Are you checking every box?
Or are you out of luck?
Well! They have the answers
To bring you from the muck!
YES. It is expensive
A few THOUSAND BUCKS!
You want to keep on paying?
Out those thousands shuck!
You do your engram Clearing
You do your TRs
You go through them religiously
You do them for hours
But you feel no better
And still the money showers...
Finally you're OT VIII
You're way past being "Clear"
But you still feel angry
You still have a lot of fear
On top of that you are in debt!
Your LIFE is in AREARS!
If you decide to LEAVE them
They'll pester you for YEARS!
If you go on staff
Folks, it is much WORSE
They'll own your life
A BILLIONS YEARS! They will be a CURSE!
But THAT is for another time
I'll tell you, of course
For now I will not speak of that
Then I'll SHOUT until I'm HOARSE!!!
Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(c) 2/22/2017
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
This is a message to Scientology shills
Only you know if you fit that bill
I will NOT banter.
I won't make a fuss.
I will NOT debate
whether you're one of US
You may want me hurting
You may want me crying
If you're selling that, brother,
I am NOT BUYING.
You WANT people in pain.
You WANT them to pine.
Those are YOUR tactics
THEY ARE NOT MINE.
I'm not a cruel person. I'm in a bind,
Cuz YOU think me weak
*WHILE I'M ACTUALLY KIND*.
HERE'S WHERE I STOP.
HERE'S WHERE IT ENDS!
You want disputes
Between friggin FRIENDS!
Here's what YOU do. Here's how YOU act.
You come in like wolves and try to attack.
Pull a young animal out from the herd.
Say they aren't legit... on only YOUR WORD!
I'm new to Twitter. So I'm out there, I see.
So you want to sow discord
*AND DISCREDIT ME.*
BUT GET THIS STRAIGHT.
DOWN TO THE BONE.
IF YOU THINK YOU'RE WINNING
YOU ARE DEAD WRONG
IF IT COMES DOWN TO TACKS
I'LL STAND ALONE.
Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/1/2017
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
Hot box a cigarette , sawmill gravy and country ham ,
Entrenched in the morning paper , dishes scrubbed , drumming of pots and pans ! Blue collar people with somewhere to be , buoy's chained to the bottom of the sea ! Sweet black ribbon covered in fire ants , May honeybees , wildebeest crossing the wild African plains..
White smokestack dens of endless toil , black tar factories , dead fish waterway , boiling star infrastructures !
Biscuit , tobacco , hot coffee welder , plumber and electrician
Caviar , flounder , after dinner mint doctor and lawyer ..
Goody powders , soda pop cures , work induced migraines for
societies 'riff raff' , high atop steel skeletons , life hanging in balance .
Xanax , blue cheese , marriage counselor soccer moms , yoga , wine party ..Young people lie in their own blood , candle light vigils are like all others . Repetitive anguish falling on deaf ears , billion dollar football stadiums , homeless freeze to death , Good Morning America focused on the Grammy Awards or someones *** , Miley's tongue , Scientology or Donny and Marie !
Bath salt possession , teenagers are shot full of bullets , Kelley and Michael promote Hollywood garbage , their so ******* cute !
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Oh, I guess I don't really know.
The music. Texas amber.
The voice of the moon. The barred door.
The death of the dog. Ampersands.
Woman underground.
The silk woods.
Women in purple houses.
The underside of the whale, the sun.
Have I got my shoes?
Words with even emphasis.
Speech impediments; the pen.
Too many rooms.
Any kind of jam, jelly.
Vertex in space.
Mint-flavoured Scientology advertisements:
Early Easter Sunday.
Strips of Velcro, ****** hair.
Original manuscripts and forks.
Tea-leaf autumns.
Footfalls.
Summon the poets.
Start the El Camino.
Strike my face with a match.
Eat Wonderland.
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 8:18 AM UTC
The "Church" of Scientology
Puzzle within enigma
People finding out the TRUTH
Now there is a stigma
There are many mysteries
Riddles within obfuscation
Their own ARC Triangle
Stops communication!
Are you following my track?
Or are you bemused?
Is their "nomenclature"
Making you confused?
Hope you brought your copy
Of DIANETICS here
You TOO can be OT
(or at least a Clear)
I won't try explaining it
Too complex, I fear
I'll talk about their OT III
Watch out, we're shifting gears...
When I was in the Sea Org
They spoke of this OT III
Did not discuss what it was
It was a mystery
It was said if it's revealed
You'd lose your sanity
But now I know! It's been disclosed
It's ALIEN HISTORY!
Here are all the thetans
Happy playing games
Enter alien Lord Xenu
He's bad! He's MEAN! He's LAME!
He gathered all these thetans
And brought them here to EARTH
On a DC3... They were
bound for all they're WORTH!
He stuffed them in VOLCANOES
Their lives to interrupt
When the cauldrons were filled
The stacks would then ERUPT!
This causes spirit problems
Well. I mean, hey, DUH!
I guess its caused some problems!
I guess it *would! HEY! HUH!
Folks, if you can **laugh at this
Just kick back your head!
This is God's honest TRUTH!
Every word I've SAID!**
THIS IS WHAT THEY FEAR!
THAT FOLKS WILL UP AND TALK.
I HOPE EVENTUALLY
EVERYONE WILL WALK
To leave Miscavige ALONE...
TO BE THE LAUGHINGSTOCK!!!*
Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2017
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake
Filmmaker and artist
Mysterious fate
Harassed by the government
They so did believe
And those that follow
Scientology
Tylenol and Bourbon
Caused Theresa's o.d.
Then Jeremy walked
into the ocean or sea
Did they walk out
of a Hollywood contract
It's happened before
We know this as fact
The tragic dimensions
Of love and of loss
Was ever considered
The terrible cost
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
I accept atheism, agnosticism,
Transmigration, reincarnation,
Obliteration and nothingness.
These beliefs include all religions,
Yes, Voodoo, Satanism, Witchcraft,
Judaism, Christianity, Muslim, Hindu,
Shintoism, and Buddhism
(even Scientology).
Some sects aren't polite.
I won't mention the one that rhymes with:
Vileness, truthless, bias, noxious, menace,
Hubris, vicious, **** prejudice, malice,
Callous, darkness, heinous, carcass or badness.
I might lose my head, or something.
But all the others,
They're based on humanitarianism,
And isn't that what it's all about?
Us,
Not them.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
Look, there goes the Alley cat
Hear her strangled meowing
It don't beguile, for it is vile
Much like a sewer flowing
Ladies of the evening
Women of the street
Would blush and be embarrassed
To hear such trick or treat!
I'm upset, cuz I don't get
How that foul mouth can EAT!
But there's a strange compulsion
Which comes like a deluge
Her smiles gay, but don't defray
The *Battle of the BULGE*
Like felines she vocalizes,
Is her life like that?
If she's raw, and long of claw,
Is she like a cat?
How far will she let you?
How far will she GO?
Perhaps she battles demons
No-one else can KNOW
Myself, I can't condemn her
She had substance abuse
But she's not free, cuz she can't see
That SCINO'S not the TRUTH!
And she's a Public Figure!
Little girls look up to her!
She doesn't seem to know this
Did it not occur?
She cusses like longshoremen
Refuses to see
That she's made a grave mistake
In Scientology.
Does she believe they're helping?
This Science of the Mind?
Lord above! If she does
Then she's completely BLIND!
You're responsible, my lady.
Do you know that you teach?
The modern young, and they *become
The little slaves you PREACH!*
Miscavige isn't awesome
Scientology's *NOT "COOL".*
It's wicked beyond belief!
You're being *played the FOOL!*
Whatcha gonna do, girl?
You're an ingenue no more.
Do you doubt? *Gigs DO RUN OUT*
Will you play the *****
"Ah, NO!" You may be thinking
From my stance I shant tumult!
A cow, I'll graze, I'll be unfazed!
There's always the CULT!
But, dear, a storm's a'brewin
A tsunami of *greatsize*
They pamper you and praise you
But it's a *web of LIES!*
What will you do when flooded?
Will you weep and cower?
David's boat won't stay afloat!
It ain't no IVORY TOWER!
Baby, don't you get it?
Or are you just that THICK?
You will die, and then you'll FRY
A moth unto a WICK.
God has a sense of humor
Yep. He surely DOES!
AND YOU WON'T BE PROTECTED.
He don't help folks "just because...
My advice? For what it's worth?
I'll put in my two cents.
Leave that God forsaken CULT!
GET HUMBLE AND REPENT!!!
Sugar, whatcha stay there for?
Their ratings goin' SOUTH
Just believe and you'll receive...
Then, *clean up your MOUTH!*
Catherine Jarvis
aka SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/20/2017
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection*
What you are about to read will shock you. Some may find it extremely disturbing. I will tell you from the outset, also, that i am quite "insane". According to the psychiatrists "Schizo-Affective". Manic-Depressive with Paranoid features.
I will freely admit that what you will read here will sound crazy. But please read on. It may be horrifying. It may be weird. It may seem extremely paranoid. But it still interests.
It is my desperate hope that you will read. And believe me. For, my "diagnosis" notwithstanding, I am as sane as the next "normal" person. *I AM NOT A LUNATIC!* What you are about to read really happened. *To ME*. It has plot twisting tension that could be put to the credit of Alfred Hitchcock. And a psychological horror that Steven King could emulate. How could I compare my writing to the genius of those great & talented men? I don't. Because, dear readers, I did not conceive of it. It was done to me. I merely convey the technology and techniques used to make any "normal person" appear a ****** Toon of 50 mile high proportions! It exists. And it is excruciatingly painful to be the subject of it.
So why would a girl from a comparatively small city, with no seeming accomplishments to commend her, and is actually quite unimportant, be the subject of such hateful torment? *What has she done?* I will convey ALL of the reasons. I did play a part in it. I had a tri-fold lawsuit against a once-high-profile video dating club, who wanted to prevent litigation by thoroughly discrediting me. And I had a very virulent and hateful foe...
The "Church" of SCIENTOLOGY.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
EXPOSING SCIENTOLOGY BELIEFS
I've told you 'bout the GENESIS
Of our universe
What the folks of Scientology
Promote and dispurse
Check out my last poem
If you're interested, of course
But the "thetans" (rhymes with satan)
Agreed upon this CURSE!
We existed, just like gods
Upon a higher plane
Our origin, it seems,
Is as yet unexplained
Folks, is this for REAL???
Or is this knowledge FEIGNED.
We "Agreed" to live a bunch of lives
In space and here below.
We've lived inROBOT BODIES!
Yeah! R2D2 don't you know!
Bodies made of silicon
Bodies made of H2O!
Just *GO with the FLOW!
**Yep... Tom Cruise BELIEVES THIS!
He's HOOKED through the NOSE!***
We now have these "meat bodies"
They're EXPENDABLE. And so
They have no real value.
They just come & go.
And this carbon form's JUST MEAT.
SO THE MEATHEADS PUT ON SHOWS!
And this ends the third segment
Of our basic course.
Scientology 101. WE are the driving force
Their beliefs completely shut out GOD
HE'S PUT IN A HEARSE
Yet some *PASTORS FOLLOW THEM!
Yep. It is a FARCE!*
Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/24/2017
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
Here's their "knowledge"
Here's the scoop
NOT scuttlebutt... the REAL ****
Be ye Popeye or Betty Boop
They will draw you in their loop...
This rope will hold you... it ain't loose
You will find it is a NOOSE.
This is interesting to read
Though it's crazy... that's agreed
You'll think these people smokin' ****
In the beginning there were some *thetans
(Interesting that rhymes with SATAN)*
They were bored with all the waiting
They were bored. Nothing to do.
These thetans could be me or you
Then... VIOLA... right on cue...
Here's an idea! The other shoe!
YES! Let's PLAY! We'll play a GAME!
It will be FUN! IT HAS A NAME!
M atter. E nergy. S pace. T ime.
The MEST universe! How sublime!
To find it's secrets will cost no dime
But thousands of BUCKS!
Should be a CRIME.
So these thetans all AGREE.
IT WAS THAT AGREEMENT, you see.
The M. E. S. T. Universe. *(Smokin' TREE?
Was Ronnie Hubbard on LSD?)*
We were AGREED you & me
That this game would then just BE.
Dynamite brains blow off my HAT?
It don't need no S.A.T.
My mind needs no extra watts
To figure out the problem with THAT.
**Can you think of ANY COUPLE
Whether married for 60 years
WHO AGREE ON EVERYTHING???
RIDICULOUS.**
So there you have it.
Their Genesis
I'll bring you more.
There's quite a list.
But I think you have the gist.
SCIENCE FICTION!!!
Not M. E. S. T. but MISSED!
Catherine E Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/23/2017
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
I was born a sandwich kid
Not much love was shown
There was a situation
Lonely and alone
I would cry, affection dry
As a desert bone.
I had no preprocessing traits
If care were in a well
I would fail if I sunk my pail
Into the depths of hell
Neglect my due so it ensued
I grew up a shell.
*We all need love to water us
A child must be fed
But if the care's not in the air
They might as well be dead
Cakes are baked with sugar
If it's not put in first
Can't bake again the bitter end
The cake is dry as dust.*
And so I started using drugs
When I was but a teen
I ditched school, I was a fool
Because I could have been
Anything I wanted
Instead out there wasted
A runaway, a wasteland
A stunted tree and blasted.
(chorus)
I turned to religion
I thought I was home free
Buddhism, the SRF
And scientology
Transcendental Meditation
I read of the Bahai'
I read the book Siddhartha
It was like a high
But i lost faith and turned to drugs
Over and over again
I was ****** could not atone
I can now this story pen
(chorus)
Then I found my savior
The Lord Jesus Christ
I was beat, but He was heat
And melted all the ice
Around my heart, then I did start
To conquer every vice
I found the Holy Spirit
I found my Father dear
Don't think it odd, I found God
And now I have no fear!
*We all need Love to water us
With Manna we are fed
We conquer sin, and we can win,
We can get ahead
We all need a High Tower
A place where we can go
To bask in love from up above
and let the Spirit flow!
**[bridge]
We can all find sweetness
It CAN be restored
We are FREE and we can SEE
OUR PRECIOUS SOVEREIGN LORD!***
SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/19/2016
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the Mental Health System Connection
SEEKER*
Now I can hear you saying to yourselves,
"So. You said you were smart. Why did you get involved with a crazy cult like Scientology?" Well. Two reasons. 1) I was raised an atheist (Humanist), but had a seeker's soul. I became very spiritual, like I said. I also had a desire to HELP people. Humanity. I still do. But because I had a godless upbringing I was left open to deception. And 2) I found a boyfriend. Or, I should say, he found me. One of Scientology's tried and true methods of recruitment.
I had another friend, a ***** Jewish scientologist (yes, there can be that sort of thing, as you can be "any faith" and still be a scientologist... hmph!). She introduced us. I was impressed by two things. He was an instructor at the "Mission". And he could tell you things that seemed psychic. One of the procedures for impressing people to sign up for classes and "processing" was this. Doug would position you in a certain part of the room. He'd have his back to you. Then he'd tell you to walk away from him... then stop abruptly.
**He'd be able to tell you when you stopped!** And he could do it every time! This really impressed me. Until I found out he looked into the reflective surface of a large glass covered poster that was on the wall! Lol! What a con artistic magician HE was! HA!
I was totally gone over by the registrar (salesperson). She stuck to me like glue until she FINALLY figured out, Yes! I had NO MONEY! So I didn't get any training or processing. Which was a BIG part of why I stuck around. I didn't even read "Dianetics" by L Ron Hubbard. Doug told me a little about it. But most of his energy was expended trying to get in my pants... a fruitless endeavor to say the least!
He was instrumental in getting me up to Phoenix for the fateful "Flag Orientation Tour". The recruitment campaign which would change my life forever...
Where I signed my life over to Scientology's Sea Organization for the next BILLION YEARS.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection
GILDED CAGE*
Unlike the pampered, well heeled clients of my "faith", I didn't enter the Fort Harrison Hotel via the opulent main entrance. I made my appearance through the back. The garage entrance was less than hospitable. And, I noticed, there seemed to be people living in the cold, drafty motor housing! When I asked about this strange berthing, Noah was much less than forthcoming. "RPF", he mumbled. Well. What's an RPF when it's at home? Then I saw a few of the denizens of said "RPF". I knew very little about it. Only that it was punishment. For people were "out-ethics". WOW. The RPF "sleeping quarters" had bunks three high, and was protected only marginally from the winds that swept through that garage.
There was an RPF person who was coming through the breezeway as I entered. He stepped aside very deferentialy, and said, "Excuse me, Sirs!" to Noah and I. WOW. I'd never had THAT kind of treatment in my life! I guess I was someone important! This bubble was burst immediately. I met the I/C of the FRU.
She was not in a good mood, as I recall. But, then, who ever really was in this Organization? She DID TRY to be nice. Greeted me clammily, and put on a spurious smile. She recognized I needed sleep, at least. Upon walking through the building, the rooms got more and more posh. I was to get to my berthing through the hotel lobby, apparently. It was grand! But in a sort of an outdated way. I really don't remember much else. Except for the conditions in my sleeping quarters. Only marginally better than the RPF! bunks three high! Junk everywhere (some of the new recruits had yet to figure out that they should cull their possessions to a minimum). Guess who was designated the top bunk? You got it. And moi was not a happy camper! As I climbed the rickety ladder to the top bunk I remember thinking, "How much lower can a person go?"
I WAS, EVENTUALLY, TO FIND OUT.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Scientology
is just a Church made for the
Illuminati
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
I remember wanting to disappear
I remember not knowing what to write
Or how to feel
I remember wanting to be a whisper
And getting lost in the dark
I thought perhaps I'd be able to find solace
In the blur of Los Angeles karoake bars
I remember wanting to get lost
In its endless boulevards
I walked as though the moon
were trying to catch up with my feet
Breathing became difficult
I was merely a shadow
I came across a billboard that read "PARE DE SUFRIR"
A few blocks over proudly stood a church of scientology
I remember wanting to forget everything I had ever learned
About religion
Promises no longer moved me
Sincerity no longer moved me
I no longer desired the knowledge of restoring hope
I wanted to be moved
I remember wanting to be a hologram
So I could be at many places at once
I remember all the words running through my body
like a marathon
I remember feeling like the sound of a siren
echoing in the distance
I remember feeling so wild
I remember feeling like nothing
I remember inhaling the night
My paper lungs drenched in syrup
I remember not feeling like myself
I remember wanting to be somebody else
I remember
More than anything
Wanting
To be
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
This is an appeal to those
Who believe they are a god
Can you use your great power
To bring flowers from the sod?
Can you even handle life?
Don't you find it odd
You're not that great at OT VIII?
Is this where we applaud?
Can you create a sunrise?
Let's just raise the bar...
Can you spin the GALAXIES?
Much less light ONE STAR?
We all WANT great powers
It's simply our design
To be enthralled with Superman
But, brother, we are BLIND.
What happened to great empathy?
Why are we not KIND?
Yes, we all want to be as gods.
But the TRUTH is plain
We can't conceive a UNIVERSE
With our puny brain!
So your folks are in the movies?
In the tabloids? On TV?
Do THEY conceive a single moon?
Can THEY call peaks to BE?
We can only gain true power
Through the Trinity
Father. Son. The Holy Ghost.
They hold INFINITY!
Now I ask you. Can YOUR "Church" last?
Stand the test of time?
I put to you this blatant fact...
**The CHRIST IS STILL SUBLIME!**
For more than two millennium
He STILL has poets rhyme!
But most if all, how do you rate
In THIS point, hand in glove?
You rail against your enemies
You TRASH the LORD ABOVE!
You believe in POWER. CONTROL.
**WE BELIEVE IN LOVE**.
Catherine Jarvis
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/27/2017
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection
BACKGROUND*
I was born Catherine Eugenia Jarvis, and I was a horrible child. The kinda kid that you'd LOOK for if she got lost... but NOT very hard. I was the sandwich child. The red headed one. The BAD girl. A terrible tease.
But inside I SO longed to be loved. There just wasn't alot of that to go 'round. Mom was working or sick. And dad worked LONG hours. My sister and I were ***** at age 4 & 3 respectively. She felt guilty she couldn't "protect" me, so she withdrew. Then my little brother was born. He was my sister's little doll. And it wounded me so that I lashed out. I targeted my poor little brother. I called him names, names that I knew went straight to his HEART. I'm weeping now. How I wish I could change the past! Dear reader, I have a samurai tongue. And I knew how to cut where it would hurt the MOST. A fact *I'm not at all proud of!* But, it happened. I was also mean to my pets. But inside i wept SO bitterly! I did not want to do what I did! But SOMETHING compelled me...
Then at the age of 13 I began to drink. I started using "white crosses". *** By 14 I was using LSD. *** Peyote. I was SO out of control! My poor parents despaired...
Then... a MIRACLE! My parents put me in college when I was 16. I hated high school with a PASSION. I didn't fit in anywhere. Not even with the stoners. I was kicked out of my 10th year for ditching and possession of marijuana. My vice-principle told me I'd always be a LOSER. That I'd never accomplish anything in life. Nice. He put me in Juvie. My parents got a psychologist. He said I was bored in high school because I was too smart. So they put me in college. I THRIVED! I still ditched a bit, but I could take ART CLASSES! And WRITING! POETRY! And MUSIC! And the people were SO different! They LIKED ME! Well. Part of THAT was because I lost weight. About 50 lbs! I was actually pretty. For the first time in my life. And to say THAT was confusing wouldn't be nearly enough.
At any rate, I'd CHANGED. I became very spiritual. I read about Transcendental Meditation. I read the book "Siddhartha". I dabbled in the Self Realization Fellowship.
And, finally, I joined the
***"Church" of Scientology.
THE WORST MISTAKE OF MY YOUNG LIFE***
I was 19 years old.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:19 AM UTC
A gray-haired professor
Once harped on us about our titles.
I was sitting to the left of a cute brunette,
Brita.
We'd ****** the previous night.
And now, we analyzed stories --
Dripping in analogy and pretentiousness.
Our backpacks smelled of coffee,
They got a second-hand kick off the aromas
Of our hangovers and homework,
Completed in the coffee shop just off Harvard St.
I smiled over Janet's essay about a dead lover;
It was called, "Till Death,"
Which was apparently too revealing.
So was Brita's blouse.
My essay was "Black hoodies and blind intersections"
And it tackled grief, fate and the dangers of running at night.
It, too, was too revealing.
Unlike the hoodie it discussed.
I never got the titular lesson,
But figured I was more of a poet anyway.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC