If you asked me 25 years ago would I ever reach an age when sage wisdom would strike, I would say you’ve got to be kidding. I was never one for practical knowledge. I was never one for doing what I was told. I never listened to my elders or followed their advice. I had to learn everything for myself. If I didn’t experience it myself it wasn’t true. All cautionary tales meant nothing to me.
I won’t even follow the directions for putting a piece of Ikea furniture together. I just lay the pieces all out and figure it out for myself. In the end I always feel a sense of accomplishment. That inner child that jumps up and down proudly announcing to the world “I made it myself” has never left me. Sometimes to my detriment but usually to my pleasure and surprise.
In my youthful quest for spirituality I tired and tested just about everything that would be considered a spiritual path. Zen, Tao, Theosophy, Bahai and even the Universalists. Today I am a very whole, sane and happy person because of what I learned on this meandering path to spiritual awareness. Even the ethical base and values I took from the Espicopal church of my childhood have served me well. I take what works for me and discard the rest. But I regret one thing and only one thing on this find out for yourself path, Scientology.
After 25 years of having nothing to do with this so called religion, I have been attacked in my home for saying No, I’m not interested and I am being hounded by Sea Org members (the staff members of Scientology) and FSMs (independent recruiters who are paid to get members) to the point that I may have to move.
I need to vent and put closure on what has been going on. My friends and family who have never been associated with Scientology do not understand and most of the ex-Scientology community is either silent in fear or vocal in their hate so even they have little to offer that is useful to me.
I have no hate for Scientologist. I am not cheering for the Church’s destruction at the hands of their current enemy Anonymous. But it is a cult and their behavior towards me in the last six months has been nothing less than the tactics of a cult.
So what to do. Write. All I am going to do is write. Tell the story in first person with no editorial comment. This is what happened. Let the reader think for themselves and make their own decisions about Scientology.
This is also a cautionary tale (my God, did I actually write that). Be wary in your youthful quest for whatever holy grail you seek. Quite frankly, it may come back to bite you on the ass 25 years later.
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