I belong to a writers’ group which recently perused the opening 10,000 words of a novella I’ve written called ‘Invent-10n’. It’s a near-future story that features a rather feisty twenty-year-old singer with a penchant for jive talk called Jenni-Fur. I thought I’d rendered her as a tough, take-no-prisoners sort of rebel but it seemed that some of her dialogue offended the two female members of the group.

Gus’ life was a tragedy, but to feel sympathy was wrong, according to Hubbard, because sympathy was an emotion very low on the Tone Scale (Hubbard’s chart of emotions, arranged in a hierarchy, from Serenity of Beingness (+40.0) to Total Failure (-40.0)).

“It’s just old space opera,” one staff member joked as we watched an episode. “They don’t know it, but they’re really just running their own track (time track).” What he meant was that the events on the program were actually real events that had happened long ago. The Star Trek writers were just “remembering” events in their own distant past. Events which were common to us all. To a Scientologist, this program had a special relevance. To us, this program was our history.

“Where do you keep their toys and books?” I asked the young girl, whose name was Colleen.

“They don’t have any,” she answered in an expressionless voice. “Children are down statistics, and you don’t reward down statistics. That’s in the tech.”

Former members of the group report believing that John Miller was the highest evolved human being on the planet, and that the women around him should be used energetically to preserve his environment so that he could be protected and, through him, the instruments could be produced.

Researcher Jon Atack has expressed concern that, in the wrong hands, Scientology ethics can be wielded arbitrarily and absurdly, such as in the 1960s when British Saint Hill Scientologists declared a local pie shop “Suppressive” for not carrying apple pie in sufficient quantities to their liking.

The actors would touch, grab, and physically as well as verbally interact with the guests, who could not simply wander through like in most haunted houses. They would have to swing, crawl, climb, and row their way out. It was not uncommon for parties to lose members in the course of the quest.

Have you ever made a planet, or nation, radioactive?

It was a brutally intense pulse of Compton recoil electrons and photoelectrons that created huge electric and magnetic fields that were MURDER on sensitive electronic equipment at tremendous distances. The electro-magnetic fields, coupled with electric and computer systems, producing huge voltage spikes in the circuits and damaging current surges along all signal paths, fusing precision engineered memory and micro-boards and virtual drives and CPUs into fried silicon laced junk! Nanobots to Nanoscrap in Nanoseconds!

If confronted with a stressful event, my advice is avoid the stressful event if possible.