[Today’s guest post is by Bruce Hines.]
In February 1987, I was an auditor in the Flag Service Organization in Clearwater, Florida. This org was known as the highest and best place to partake in Scientology services within the sprawling network of that “Church.” There was no better place, supposedly, to get auditing anywhere in the world.
One day I was told that I should go see the Deputy Senior Case Supervisor for NOTs and Solo NOTs, a lady named Cheryl. She had been in the Sea Organization a long time, having served on the earlier Flag ship, the Apollo.
I sat down on the opposite side of her desk. Cheryl told me that I would be going to New York. Well, that was a bit of a shock. Why New York? She explained to me that a woman there had reached the auditing level of NOTs (New Era Dianetics for Operating Thetans), and I would be going there to audit her.
Normally, such a person would have to travel to Florida to get more auditing. But Cheryl explained to me that it was not possible for this woman to make that trip. Well, why not? Because this woman was in the middle of divorce proceedings, I was told. OK, but why not wait until the proceedings were over? Then she could come to Florida like everyone else who wanted more auditing, I thought.
Well, it turned out that this was not just any woman who had reached NOTs. Although she was considered only a minor celebrity in the church herself, this woman was the sister of a very well-known actress who herself was married to one of the most famous entertainers in the world. And the woman who had reached NOTs was getting divorced from a man who was part of a very famous financial family in New York, whose last name was nearly synonymous with Wall Street.
The marriage had produced a son, and custody of that child was one of the main issues in the divorce. The parents were very much at odds with each other. The big concern was that the woman’s husband was an ex-Scientologist. My recollection is that he had reached the level of OT 3 before souring and leaving. The woman did not want their son being connected to a suppressive person, and her soon-to-be ex did not want the boy being influenced by or getting involved in the craziness of Scientology.
Cheryl’s explanation now made it clear: If the media got hold of this story it could have been a major problem for Scientology.
The Office of Special Affairs had sent two high-ranking persons to New York to deal with this. However, the woman was not cooperating. I’m not sure what they were asking her to do or say in the legal proceedings, but she was being problematic. So much so, that the powers that be in top management brought pressure to bear on the Flag Service Organization to send an auditor to try to calm her down. Such was my task.
In the Sea Org things are supposed to move quickly. They generally do. I had to give my remaining auditing sessions that day, get packed, and fly to New York in the morning. Someone picked me up at the airport in NYC and drove me to the New York Org in Midtown. I was taken to a small office that was being used temporarily by the two OSA guys. I was introduced to them and they briefed me on the situation.
One of them was named David Butterworth, who as I recall was posted in the main national-level OSA unit in LA. The other was Mike Rinder. That was when I first got to know Mike. They didn’t let me in on the OSA-type details, which are always secret and need-to-know. Mainly, I was supposed to give the woman sessions in order to get her into a better frame of mind. This would, of course, entail finding out the things she was hiding (i.e. her “overts” and “withholds”).
In 1987, Midtown Manhattan was quite a bit different than it was in 2001 when I was again sent to New York, that time from the Int Base. To me it was remarkable how much it had changed in the intervening years. In 1987 it was seedier. Shabbier, more-rundown. Walking around Times Square, I was fascinated with the goings-on there, and with what to me were vintage buildings and unusual people. A couple of times I enjoyed watching hustlers playing Three-Card Monte with their marks. That activity was illegal, so lookouts were posted at either end of the block, who would whistle if police were spotted. When that happened the little card table got swiftly and deftly folded up, and everybody walked away as if nothing untoward was going on. One panhandler wore an old picture frame around his neck while holding a sign that read, “I’ve been framed!” The sign of another said, “Tell me off for a dollar.”
By 2001, it was much more upscale and frequented by many more people. There were way fewer homeless people and drunks in the mix.
Anyway, after my briefing from the OSA guys, I checked into a hotel, a couple of blocks east of Times Square, where I shared a room with David Butterworth. Mike had to travel somewhere else and left either that day or the next. The following day I began giving the woman sessions. These had to be scheduled between handlings by OSA (there were also local OSA folks involved) and meetings with attorneys or something. The sessions took place in the woman’s apartment, which was a large one by NYC standards, on the Upper East Side, one of the ritzier areas of Manhattan. I’m not sure if it was owned or rented, but I imagine the cost was sizable either way.
The woman was outgoing and friendly. She actually brought up her famous brother-in-law, the renowned entertainer, in our conversations. In my comings and goings to and from her apartment, I crossed paths with the boy who was being fought over by his parents. He was maybe 11 or 12 years old at the time. He seemed precocious. He had a vocabulary and way of speaking beyond his years. He seemed to me to be a bit of a caricature, like the Jerry O’Connell character in the movie Stand by Me, though not in a bad way. I wonder whatever happened to him.
The sessions were being C/Sed by Cheryl back at Flag. That means she reviewed the report for the sessions for a given day, and then directed what to do in the next day’s sessions. If memory serves, I mailed the session reports to her each evening, using a double-envelope system for confidential information. That system was also used for people auditing Solo NOTs at home. All of the materials of the OT levels, including NOTs and Solo NOTs, were considered to be super secret. One would get in big trouble for violating the strict rules for keeping unauthorized people from seeing that information. When transporting session reports or confidential technical bulletins, they had to be carried in a locked briefcase, often strapped to one’s wrist.
Clearly, there was not enough time to mail something from New York to Clearwater and have a reply received back in twelve hours. So I believe that I was allowed to continue with the auditing instructions I had already received if the sessions were going smoothly. It is possible that I got a “telex” from Cheryl saying something like, “Continue last C/S.” What are called “telexes” are not really sent by those old telex machines. They used to be in the earlier years of Scientology, but as technology developed they are more like emails. L. Ron Hubbard wrote various policies on the uses of “telexes” and so that term is still used.
For a period of four or five days I gave the woman a few sessions per day. There was nothing remarkable about this. We ended up doing a particular auditing action that had to be finished before I left. There are some types of actions that should not be left incomplete, and in general one tries to not leave the person being audited in the middle of something.
I was then told that I should go back to Flag. I guess things were OK in the eyes of the Office of Special Affairs. I don’t know the details of what happened. Somehow the differences between the woman and her ex-husband got ironed out. There may have been court hearings but I’m pretty sure there was no trial. It may be that there were only meetings with lawyers. But somehow, evidently, the public relations threat to the “church” was deemed to be no longer serious. I flew back to Florida and never heard another thing about it. That was a good thing, as it meant that no one considered that I had messed up.
So, what is the point to this little experience of mine? For me, it stands out as one of the odd and interesting things I lived through in my life in that cult. But I think it also serves to illustrate just how weird Scientology is. What kind of church has anything like the Office of Special Affairs? I imagine other churches have people who deal with legal matters and PR. But certainly not in the extreme ways of Scientology. Plus, very few religious organizations engage in espionage and intelligence. I’m sure that information was gathered on the husband, even if it was only overt data collection. For an organization like Scientology, it is always good to have potential leverage.
I doubt that there are many churches that have people at their disposal who can be flown around the country to deal with perceived emergencies at the drop of a hat. The individuals involved have no choice in the matter. You get ordered to go and you go. There is no debate. And how much money got spent to “handle” (one of Mr. Hubbard’s favorite words) the woman’s marriage difficulties? There were round-trip, cross-country flights for at least three people, booked within a day or so of departure, making it even more expensive. Add in hotel and meal costs for them. Plus, how about attorney fees? Probably the woman bore the expense for her own lawyer, but I bet Scientology was paying for legal consultants, at least.
Scientology, in contrast to other religions, had concerns unique to them. Should the divorce go to litigation, in no way could any of the confidential materials (like, for example, the Xenu story) be allowed to be revealed. No other church that I know of, certainly not mainstream ones, go to such lengths to prevent key parts of their scripture from being known. And there is always the concern that psychiatrists or psychologists might get involved, heaven forbid, for example in testimony about the well-being of the kid. Also, there must be no appearance that Scientology was acting to influence the outcome of the proceedings, as that would put them in a bad light.
Likely, the woman had to make concessions, giving up things she herself wished in the divorce settlement, because the reputation of Scientology was more important. That would trump everything. How could she be coerced to act against her will? Scientology has many mechanisms to influence its members, such as threats of “ethics” and “justice” actions, intimations of the possibility of being declared a suppressive person, being told they are betraying mankind’s only hope, or that they could be barred from receiving auditing (as punishment from a justice action), or that they are letting the team down, or many other ways of guilt shaming.
Yes, Scientology is a “church” like no other. I spent 30 years experiencing its nuttiness, its evil, its draconian measures, its vindictiveness, its greed, its malignant collective narcissism, its destructiveness, its thought-stopping cliches, its false ethics, its unworkable “technology.” As a result, I found myself in many, many bizarre situations. I can only hope that by relating some of these experiences, some people might gain more understanding about such cults.
— Bruce Hines
An afterword by Mike Rinder:
Yes, this one of many things that I just couldn’t fit in the book. I don’t recall a lot of details. The woman was not being cooperative on how the case should be handled, which we of course were insisting be the best outcome for Scientology, her interests were secondary.
The only detail I recall was that she lived in an expensive apartment on the Upper East Side. The courthouse was all the way downtown — and she wanted to go by limo. I told her she could not show up in limo and had to be more humble. I told her we were going to take the subway to get to the courthouse. She was very resistive to the idea. I forced the issue. I showed up at her apartment to go on the subway with her and she was wearing a full length mink coat! I was not going to fight about whether her outfit was appropriate when I had won the battle of the subway… so we rode the subway with people staring and whispering.
Chicago situation looks unchanged
We heard a report that the Chicago Ideal Org building on Clark Street had undergone some changes since our last false alarm about a grand opening.
So one of our helpers went by yesterday, and reports that very little looks different at all.
“No change. The same garbage bags and tarp on signage. No signs on the street. There was a wee gap in the material covering the door. The lights are on!”
The lights may be on, but it’s not really looking like it would be ready for this weekend, does it.
So we continue to wait. What’s up, Dave?
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Thank you Bruce Hines. OSA. Office of Special Affairs. Yes, people who have never experienced OSA first hand need to hear more and more of these stories.
I found the OSA people I dealt with soulless hard-core ROCKS. They have ZERO compassion or warmth. ZERO.
And they have no qualms in destroying good people.
Love Bruce’s last paragraph.
Bruce sums it up:
'Yes, Scientology is a “church” like no other. I spent 30 years experiencing its nuttiness, its evil, its draconian measures, its vindictiveness, its greed, its malignant collective narcissism, its destructiveness, its thought-stopping cliches, its false ethics, its unworkable “technology.” As a result, I found myself in many, many bizarre situations. I can only hope that by relating some of these experiences, some people might gain more understanding about such cults.'
At this point in this cult's history, who is left to keep the hustle going? Mostly fully indoctrinated, born-in-the-cult folks who have no outside frame of reference from which to examine or question what's happening in/to/with their "church"? Led by Little Lord Bitchslap and his coven of greasy litigators and amoral private investigators?
Oh boy...