It was really in Valencia in early 1968 where Hubbard started the process of developing a crew. He had allowed a whole bunch of people to join the newly formed Sea Org. A few were quite remarkable, the vast majority were there just for the experience. The trouble was that virtually the entire lot were completely unhatted in aspects of seamanship.

There are two comments to make about Hubbard; whilst he was a flawed multi-personality person, when he processed you, he ALWAYS wanted you to win BIG. The second thing was that when he trained you, he did not "namby-pamby" around with study and checkouts first, you went straight in and did it. If you fucked up, you might get a condition, but you learned as you stumbled along.

Alan covers it in his Zones stuff. You start off in the Red zone, all fingers and thumbs, then as you practice it you move on up to the yellow zone etc. Well, it was like that for us. I was the primary helmsman, not because I had been word cleared on the terms, but because I learned how to steer by taking the Avon across the Goodwin Sands and again across the Bay of Biscay in a storm. That was learning as you went.

It was the same for the R3R Dianetics when it came out. Here is your co=processor, here are the commands, sit down and START.

So it was that Hubbard had to do something with his motley crew. There were all sorts on board, old, young, children, even a couple of pets.

Personally, I do not think he expected people to attest so quickly to the OT3 and other levels. He was getting more and more frustrated with the clownish activities, mostly well intentioned, that were going on around him. Yes the income was rolling in, which was music to his ears, but the array of idiotic things that were going on were sending him up the wall.

I have previously mentioned Sam, a heavy drug case, working on the deck of the Avon. He was assigned to hose down the decks. Unfortunately Sam connected the hose to the fuel line and began spraying the deck with fuel. There was a lot of smoking going on onboard the ships, including Hubbard. Had any of that fuel caught alight, the Avon would have gone off like a bomb and it would have closed the port. No wonder Hubbard went absolutely loopy.

At the same time, the Royal Scotsman had to move her berth to make way for an American warship on a publicity visit. In moving the vessel, the bridge crew managed to back the ship across the harbour and into the outer harbour wall, damaging one of the propellors.

He decided to move the Advanced Courses onto land whilst he sorted out the ships. He sent missions out to find suitable premises and settled on a holiday apartment block in Alicante. ( See thread Alicante).

In the meanwhile he assigned the ship a Liability condition and the crew were made to learn the basics of seamanship. (See threads Liability Cruise, parts 1 & 2)
Hubbard was looking to get to the USA a lot sooner than he did, but both the ship and the crew were unprepared for such a journey. His frustrations grew daily to the point where he would explode at the slightest instance. He became disenchanted with Spain, under Franco, and decided to move the AO back to the UK.

In the meantime, after the Liability cruise, the ship was dry-docked and repaired. Hubbard set about training the crew after he had offloaded a lot of families and small children. He went from Valencia around to Lisbon, along the North African coast and ended up in Corfu some 4 months later.

I arrived back on board in the late summer and due to a "misunderstanding", in Edinburgh, I was on the deck force. Within a very short time I became Bosun and quickly conspired to have the 1st Mate, Joe, removed. Joe was a nice guy, but a real shit to work for. So I got all dressed up and happened to "bump" into Hubbard on the A deck. Joran Robertson, who was MAA and wanted to become 3rd Mate was also along with me, all dressed up. Hubbard looked at us and knew something was going on. He said "Well, what are you after?" I said he needed a good 1st Mate. He asked if I could do it and I said yes. He turned to Joran and said " Well, what is your pitch?" Joran said 3rd Mate. Hubbard asked what would I do with Joe, so I told him to put him on the missionaries unit. He chuckled and told us we had the jobs.

It is important to comment on the crew. We were a great bunch. We had FUN. It was exciting, it was like being on the start of a great adventure.
As 1st Mate I was head of Port Watch. Ron Pook, 2nd Mate was head of Starboard Watch. Our duties were 24 hours on, 24 hours off. My deputy, and junior, was Norman Starkey. When we summoned the watch for muster, out of 102 people, we usually had 100 turning up. Diana was on my watch. The Aides were usually excused muster, but often took part. We did drills, practiced damage control, fire drills, collision drills, learned navigation and generally became less of a liability at sea.

When we took liberty, quite often 70-80 of us would book into a hotel and take it over. We ate in the restaurant and took over the band. Norman got the drums and we has a real bash. We were fond of smashing crockery and it was hilarious to see the waiters flying around totting up the plates, cups, bowls that got thrown. At the end we would ask for the bill and between us we would settle our account. They loved us coming.

Most of the crew got laid, most got really drunk, there were no real upsets and we got it all out of our systems. The next morning we trooped our way back on board and got on with our work.

Alongside all of this was the work necessary to prepare the ship for an Atlantic crossing. The first big problem was one of fresh water. Hubbard had initiated the "Tank Project" before I arrived. Here crew were forced to lay on their backs, in quite claustrophobic conditions and chip the salt water tanks to prepare them for conversion to fresh water. This was quite an ordeal for them and many suffered terribly . Hubbard was uncaring, he wanted the job done. A contract crew came in and sprayed a plastic coating on all surfaces. Unfortunately, they did a crap job and the plastic began to fall off. I was the one who had to tell Hubbard.

I remember going into his office and he was sitting at his breakfast side-table with a bowl of coffee. He didn't use cups as this cooled the coffee more quickly. I had worked out a plan to repair the tanks at a reasonable cost. When I showed him the plastic Hubbard burst into tears. He cried like a baby and was in complete despair. I showed him the material I had on how to fix it, presented my report which he instantly approved, wiped his eyes and switched back into "Commodore" mode.

As 1st Mate, I was responsible for the ship's hull and structure. We had a whole raft of job to be done, including the building of a chartroom (see thread "Something Smells"). Hubbard was still fixated on discovering buried treasure and we had 2 landing sleds on the aft deck for such activities. (see thread "Loot").

On several occasions Hubbard would sit down with me on the lift rafts on A Deck where he would chain smoke his ciggies and we would talk all night. He had the duty messenger standing out of earshot and he outlined his goals and dreams. Hubbard often said that lying was havingness. He said this on level 2 of the Briefing Course. Whatever Hubbard yarned on about, you had to be prepared to take it with a pinch of salt. He would rip someone's character apart when they were not there and be absolutely charming to their face. I have no doubts at all that he really slagged me off after I left the ship to return to the UK.

Hubbard had been deeply upset by the mauling in the press, the British Government's banning him, his humiliation in Rhodesia and a non acceptance by those he considered his peers.

His attitudes changed, both toward the crew, the public and the rest of the world.
About this time we began to prepare for the new Class 8 Course.

The Class 8 Course.
In about June 1968 I was in Edinburgh helping Bill Robertson set up the AO. Hubbard had originally asked Otto to prepare the materials for a Class 8 Course. This was never completed and Hubbard had Otto pass it up the line to me, as senior tech terminal, to complete.I must admit I did not have a great deal of interest in doing this. I had always declined putting my name to any tech materials and told Hubbard that I felt it should come from him. He accepted my point, but was still a bit pissed off at me for passing his hat back to him.

Around August, Hubbard received reports from Pam Kemp concerning innovative rehab procedures they had been doing on people with drug highs. Coupled with this was the emerging influence of drugs and their apparent effect on case gain. Hubbard gaily took Pam's work and subsumed it into his own creation. This was a common thread with Hubbard; receiving info from someone and calling it his own development. I remember Alex Sibersky telling me later on, that at dinner one night, Hubbard proudly told them he had made an amazing breakthrough on the subject of drugs. Alex and the others were dumfounded as they all knew it was all in Pam's report, but who was going to contradict Hubbard?

In addition to this, Hubbard introduced new review procedures for upper levels, a new "Green Form", assessment lists, a rewrite of the listing procedures and addressing former practices. These were some of the new tech introductions. We prepared a course space and materials got in for the students who had been summoned to the ship. Hubbard decided that all the students should wear bright green overalls, brown, open-toed sandals and wear a rope cable tow around their neck. (This last being a masonic symbol).

I have covered a lot of the detail and the overboard procedures in the thread The Overboard Ceremony.

The tech trained members of the crew were to attend the live lectures along with the students, which were held nightly in the B Deck Lounge.I remember Hubbard going on about how exterior he was, how he could see the harbour, how clear it all was. In the meantime, those of us who were sitting there, looking through the windows behind him could see this dirty great ship passing by VERY close to us!

What I can tell you is that these students were continually in a state of fear. At the end of the course there was an exam. However Hubbard ruled that two students would, for their exam, c/s a case file and deliver the c/s to successful completion without any flubs. John Parselle and James Hare took up the challenge and both passed.

While this was going on, we continued working on preparing the ship for it's eventual voyage. The chartroom was built, CIC was floored and rigged out for command use, storage cages constructed for crew baggage, the fresh water tanks prepared and many other tasks undertaken.The ship was moored in a snug corner of the harbour.

We had a phone line stretched across the dock to the ship and one night a worker on a motor scooter ran into the line, taking him across the throat. We dashed out onto the dock and administered what little first aid we knew. Fortunately he came around and with a wad of cash pressed into his hand, he decided not to complain.

One night (on my watch), disaster struck. A large ship entering harbour too fast sent out a bow wave that smashed us against the side if the dock. Even the rubbing strake along the side could not prevent us hitting the dock. The result was a buckled hull plate and the salt water intake pipe to the cooling system sheared off in the engine room. Hubbard went crazy and as I was the officer in charge, I and my deck crew got assigned Liability.

We were given the task of constructing 3 large camels (fenders) and to lay out the aft anchor chain - without moving the ship! We worked for three days and nights and this is probably the best example of the crew's interaction and spirit.

We got truck tyres and with a heated rod we made holes in them, threaded them into a row, lay heavy chain through the middle, packed them with wood and secured them to the dock.In order to do this we had a fire going on the dock. Hubbard would look down from the upper deck to see we were working and the moment he went, out would come a jug of coffee to be put by the fire and a plate of meat cubes which we threaded on baling wire and cooked over the fire. One time Hubbard came by. He could clearly smell meat cooking. However, a couple of the crew appeared in front of him and began giving him all sorts of irrelevant information about something, leading him away from our fire. Everyone looked out for everyone else.

We hired an old landing craft and lowered the aft anchor onto the lowered ramp, then backing away and paying out anchor chain, we got some way out before the weight of the chain almost sank the craft. The restraining lines got chopped, the anchor splashed into the harbour and we were able to use both the fore and aft anchors to hold ourselves off the dock. Hubbard pronounced himself satisfied and upgraded us to Non Existence.

Our deckforce was a law into itself. I had a bosun, a very dour Yorkshireman, Mike Stainforth, who used to be cashier at St Hill. However, he had a very wicked sense of humour. We were forever "borrowing" tools from the engine room and Malcolm, Chief Engineer, sent David K. an effete voice coach from Boston to demand the return of a particular spanner. Mike, looked at him and told him that we had hidden it in a large can of red lead paint and if he wanted it back he had to put his hand (and arm) in and recover it. David hummed and hawed for a while and rolled upo his sleeve and put his arm in. It was not there. He was dripping red lead and we wrapped his arm in paper. We then told him it must be in the white lead can and amid much high-brow cursing, he put his other arm in to retrieve it. It was not there either, so with both arms covered in paint and wrapped in newspaper we "remembered" that the spanner was on the bench in front of him all the time. He was sent off, clutching his spanner and under dire warnings not to drip any paint on his way back to the engine room.

Our ship's agents at the port were the Patras brothers, both of them fully qualified ships captains. They were our link with the rest of the outside world. All our telex traffic was sent via their office and they received and dispatched our mail packets, although on frequent occasion these were sent by courier.

Hubbard relied on the agents to facilitate his attempts to break into the upper echelons of Corfu government and administration. Both the brothers were friendly, approachable and happy to assist.

Up until about 1963 Hubbard had no real problems with authorities, the media or his public. His affairs were "swept under the carpet" and he was well loved by his followers. However, his first real attempt to cosy up to the press; a revealing guard-down interview that was based on his work to show that other living forms, (tomatoes), had feelings was smashed by the ferocity of the article. "Are you a boo-hoo? " ran the headline. Hubbard was absolutely devastated. He had sought acknowledgement from the media and his peers. He desperately wanted to be taken seriously as a true research pioneer. His attitude to the media changed overnight. Gone was the open and welcoming approach. To him they were "Fair Game". They were not to be trusted.

His humiliation in Rhodesia followed, in 1966, where sought to set up a friendly country where "OT's could work together", Hubbard and Scientology began to run into scrutiny from the British government. The Victoria Enquiry did a huge amount of damage to Scientology's credibility and this reflected on the subsequent bans on individuals coming to the UK to enrol on Scientology services (and spend lots of cash doing so). Hubbard had taken to the sea where he could stay out of reach of authority and the media in general. In late 1967 Hubbard and a squad of Sea Project members made a furtive visit to the UK to collect the Royal Scotsman, a former Scottish cattle ferry, and quickly decamp from Southampton before the authorities knew he was back in the country. (He had been barred from re-entering).

It was thus that Hubbard chose Corfu as a possible destination for his next project and after some months meandering his way around the Med, including North African ports he finally made his way there.

The Advanced Org had been set up in Edinburgh and an offshoot subsequently set up in LA, following the ban on Scilons visiting the UK, Hubbard decided to set up an AO in Europe and Corfu was chosen. It was designated AO Greece, a highly secret project to be put in place under the noses of any potential opponents. Thus the importance of the Patras brothers in making the necessary introductions.

Hubbard was a brilliant net worker. He could enter a room and charm all there. The first stage was a PR offensive. We held Open Days so that locals could visit the ship and tour all over. The idea was to show we were just a bunch of friendly hardworking regular people who were absolutely no threat at all. The ship was all decked out and we had signal flags dressed out as bunting. I remember the local Greek Naval guys having a real laugh because they could read the message spelled out on the bunting. Hubbard and the rest of the crew just thought we had strung up flags to make the ship look pretty. (The message read " I want to f**k you). No, we never told a soul, especially Hubbard. The Patras brothers were smiling and quietly asked me if I had arranged the message. My look of complete innocence convinced them I knew nothing about it.

The public days were very successful, lots came and we developed a good rapport with the locals. All the officers on duty had to be in u8niform and on one occasion, Richard Gorman was standing on an upper deck away from visitors, looking over the side. I waved for him to come down but he refused. He looked very smart, complete with braid and cap. So I went up to find out why he would not come down. He was wearing his shirt, tie, jacket and....pyjama bottoms! He could not find his uniform trouser but was determined to do his bit to help, that was the crew spirit we had.

There were VIP cocktail parties for local dignitaries. We had champagne and caviar by the bucket load. Senior officers (at least, those who would not scoff all the caviar in the first 5 minutes) were in attendance and we had to circulate and mingle with the guests. Hubbard was at his best form and really got across to these people. They really welcomed him. At least, that is what he thought they were doing.

The trouble was that we were under constant but discreet scrutiny from the Greek Navy, the British Consulate and British Intelligence. There was nothing overt, but as doors seemed to open, they quietly closed again. Hubbard was becoming more and more frustrated with these perceived blocks to his plans. The building we had rented for the AO was suddenly subject to certain planning application problems, meetings with key parties became deferred and the general feeling Hubbard had was that this was Rhodesia and the UK all over again.

One evening Frankie F. and myself went off on a liberty trip to the casino where we won some money. Frankie, being an ex-Vegas croupier knew all the various moves. We went to dine and about 30 minutes later, Hubbard appeared with guests, also to dine. He threw us a quizzical look but said nothing. The next day in the local paper it was reported that Hubbard had dined out with the Mayor and other dignitaries and that he had his bodyguards sitting nearby. He was quite tickled by that.

Of course, the Overboard ceremonies had quite a negative impact on our PR program. Questions began to be asked about this strange routine of throwing people, sometimes blindfolded or tied up, into the dirty harbour.

Hubbard's attitude to the crew had begun to change. He became more controlling. heavier ethics punishments, more degrading work for them to do, a ban on casual relationships (it never stopped it happening), a more driven targeting for all the orgs and an increase in our own undercover programs.

The telex traffic between MSH and Jane Kember, Guardian, was obviously being monitored. A series of disinformation telexes used to be transmitted back and forth. In the title numbering sequence, if the letter "X" appeared, then it was a spoof message designed to mislead those monitoring our traffic. Missions were sent out with clear criminal intent. The justification was always that it was for the greatest good of the greatest number and that we were dealing with SP groups, so our cause was just. One of these missions was to break into the WHO Headquarters in Switzerland and copy any documents pertaining to Scn. I will not name the missionaires. (See thread; Crimes we have committed). All of this behaviour was a preamble to the subsequent Operation Snow White episodes.

Hubbard became more and more vicious with the staff, there were people put in the chain locker, people sent up the mast for hours, heavy liability conditions, comev's and a sadistic approach to punishment. Hubbard used to record the overboard ceremonies on his cine camera which was set up on a tripod on the aft A deck. His face became contorted with glee as people went over the side.

His behaviour was becoming more and more polarised. One minute he would be all charm and smiles and instantly switch into fury and hatred.
Yet at night time we could sit and talk for hours. He was very perceptive and could tell if you were not being totally open with him. Then he would smile and punish you hard. It was during these talks that Hubbard opened up about his long term plans. He wanted to return to the USA. That was where the Scn boom was taking place. The ship was being prepared for the Atlantic crossing and being a flat bottomed vessel, needed the calmest of seas to go across.

He had somewhat resigned himself to the failure of AO Greece. He wanted to get away from the watching eyes, particularly the British interest in the boat and what we were doing.

The other matter that upset him was his son, Quinten. Hubbard's eldest son ought, in his mind, be the one who took after him. His previous son, Nibs had turned against him after being a loyal supporter for many years. Quinten was a gentle soul. completely fixated on all aspects of flying, was not very tall, rather skinny. He took very much after his mother, not Hubbard. Quinten was a dreamer. He was well liked by the crew, yet never seemed to fit in anywhere. He didn't have a girlfriend ( he was still a young teenager) and was allowed to simply "do his thing". I think Hubbard was hugely disappointed in the way Quinten was turning out. I never saw Hubbard ever display any affection toward Quinten. Diana, on the other hand, held a senior post and was very much a part of the overall scheme of things. I am sure Hubbard selected John Horwich as a suitor for Diana and facilitated their getting together.

Financial Planning

Each week the Div Heads would sit down in the B Deck Lounge and the FP would take place. We had a fixed amount of $5,000 to cover everything. Our weekly requirements far exceeded this sum, so we developed strategies. If I simply turned up with requirements for about $300, this would invariably get cut down. So, I would bring a whole sheaf of proposed purchase orders, possibly $12-15,000. Some of the Div Heads simply did not get the picture. They ALWAYS got cut down to zilch. The starting total would be around $35,000, mostly packed with BS PO's. As the round of cuts started, so I would drop some of my (unnecessary) PO's, providing others also made cuts as well. Qual and Div 6 were the usual losers. They would start out asking for two filing cabinets, this got cut to one, then a half of one, then a quarter and finally we would tell them there was no chance, so drop it.

We needed essential supplies. Hubbard set a FP sum and was simply not interested in how the budget got spread. You could not use the excuse that there was no funds to get the job done, if you failed (thus non complying with his order) you got busted. It was a tough time.

However, being the Deck Force, we had our own cunning plan (as Baldric would say). In the hold we had a lot of surplus junk, - we had brought a lot of doors, hatches etc down from Hull on the Avon, which were not used in the Las Palmas refit. So, I got the Patras brothers to find me a local scrap dealer. He came on board, inspected the stuff, agreed a price (in cash!) and we hoisted the stuff over onto the back of his truck.

Some stooge told the Finance Aide what was going on and she came running after us, just as we were heading for the dock entrance. She demanded the money. What money? We all looked so innocent. While the guys were delaying her, two of the "deckies" got away and spent the money on the essential stuff we needed. We did give her the receipts though. My reward was being thrown overboard.

The Naming Ceremony

As part of the ongoing PR offensive, Hubbard decided to turn the renaming ceremony into a big event. This being a special event, we put in for quite a large budget of materials and this was approved without question.

The ship had been moved up into the corner of the dock, so the dais for the VIP's would be head-on. The bottle would swing on two ropes and strike the bow, which was about 6 inches wide. We had an Aussie, Bill, who was a carpenter. He built the platform where Diana would stand and cut the string to release the bottle.

What really pissed us off was the continual stream of CS Aides and Commodore's Messengers coming down to demand to know if everything was going according to plan. They wanted assurances that the bottle would hit the bow AND break.

So, we decided to wind them up. Up in the bowhead we would slightly shorten one string and lengthen the other. Then at the "test" run, the bottle would swing.... and MISS! This really got them worried. They would rush back, write up their report and inform Hubbard about the failed test

Next test we rigged it so it would miss on the other side. Again they were almost ill with anxiety. We kept this up until late one evening before the actual event Hubbard came along alone, which was quite unusual. He stood on the dais and smiled. "You have been winding them up deliberately, haven't you?" I did my usual "What?, Who? Me?", Bill turned away shaking with laughter. Hubbard smiled, nodded and said "You are a right pair of bastards", laughed and walked away.

On the day of the ceremony the entire crew were assembled in watches along the side of the dock. Ron Pook, Malcolm, Chief Engineer, and myself stood at the front. A velvet cloth, (weighted down with one of the Engine Room's crowbars we had acquired) covered the name. Des Popham hid in the bow with an axe to cut the name cloth and a spare bottle to smash if the real one didn't break.

All the local VIP's were assembled, I could feel Hubbard's eyes fixed on me. Diana stepped up, cut the string and the bottle swung. I swear to God that the bottle exploded about 3 inches in front of the bow! Down came the cloth, straight into the harbour and the ship was named. It was a runaway success. There was a cocktail party on board and Hubbard was completely radiant. He was so pleased with the way it had all gone I am sure he would have drunk his own bathwater!

After all the guests had gone he said "Well, I didn't think for one second that it would work". (Thanks, Ron!). He assigned the ship a condition of Action Affluence. We were really on a roll. It was like a HUGE ascension experience. The trouble is that it always results in a "Crash and burn".

As Christmas approached, Hubbard was getting more and more frustrated. Despite his PR efforts, he was not making the inroads into the Corfu society and administration he desired. In hindsight, I am sure that the British Consulate and their Intelligence agents were setting up the blocks. There was a Greek Navy vessel in the dock and they were forever keeping an eye on us. Mind you, we got along very well with them. One night they invited a group of us to come on board for a meal. They had caught an octopus and whilst we were eating (it) they described how they rub it on the dock to get the tendons to relax. Poor Joan Robertson, she almost passed out at hearing this.

We invited them back to the ship for a meal. It was a great evening. One of the Greek Officers had a table, fully laid for four people lifted up. He placed a leg into the pit of his stomach and held the table by gripping the corner with his teeth. Then he started to slowly spin around and around. It was amazing. nothing fell from the table, no glasses fell over. At the end his buddies simply lifted the table off him and back on the floor.

The atmosphere on the ship was changing. Hubbard was becoming very dichotomous. On one side he was friendly, outgoing and perceptive, on the other intolerant, vicious, domineering and increasingly more and more upset. Overboard ceremonies were filmed on a daily basis, punishments more harsh, people being put in the chain locker, yet we carried on in Action Affluence.

On one occasion he got upset over a construction delay. I wrote to him and told him it was not the deck force's fault. He wrote a reply; " If my crew let me down the way your crew lets you down, they would be in Treason, not Affluence". This is about guys who had given him 110% of effort.

We had a great Christmas party that year. Hubbard gave $500 to the kitty and Bill Howey and myself set off to town to buy the booze. We went to the Vassilaki Brewery where we sampled a very large number of items and returned in the back of one of their trucks with all the booze we had bought. Hubbard expressed his displeasure at us for the state we were in.

He tried one last attempt at a PR exercise, arranging for gifts to a local orphanage. It went down well, being Christmas, but in PR value it was a bust. As the New Year approached, it was clear that changes were about to happen. Hubbard had stepped up the covert missions, telex traffic(including fake messages) were flying back and forth, Hubbard was becoming more and more paranoid about being spied on by the Greeks and the British. His demands for jobs to be completed got louder and he descended into black moods most of the time.

As the New Year arrived, the ship and crew were put into Danger Condition. He called me to his office and started shouting and screaming at me. Something snapped. I shouted back at him. I told him he had no reason to be upset with me, we had done our projects on time and within budget. As with most bullies and cowards, if you stand up to them they back down. He did so with me. He respected me for standing up to him, but I knew my days on the ship were numbered.

I was transferred to the Missionaire Unit and within 48 hours sent on mission to the UK. That was the end of my time on the ship. Early January 1969 Felice and myself left the ship to head for the AO in Edinburgh. Plans for departure from Corfu were well advanced and I understand they left soon after. The plan was to travel along the North African Coast and wait around Morocco until the good weather came so they could cross the Atlantic.

I saw the Granada program that was filmed in North Africa. Why Hubbard did it I don't know. He knew that it would be a hatchet job, yet still did it.

What shocked me the most was seeing the crew in the film. They looked beaten and cowed, undernourished, all the sparkle had gone out of them. I guess it had become a very unhappy place to be.

In the UK we had a good time. We had fun, we created a great group spirit and enjoyed life. Our move from Edinburgh to St Hill was quickly done and we settled into life in E.G. This, again, was a springboard for making some great games and organising lots of travel. We were well away from the life of the ship, only to by occasionally inconvenienced by missions arriving. Even these we survived. That is what a thetan does.

This concludes the story of the early days of the Sea Project and the Sea Org. There will be a small handful of people left in the cult who went through this. They have probably had the spark driven out of them and are now existing in their twilight years, waiting for the inevitable offload.

I was fortunate in being one of the very youngest members of these events. Many who I shared these experiences with have since gone. I do not think any of the later SO members have even the remotest idea what we did and what we achieved. Almost none of them have any experience of being on a ship. They have no concept of the dangers that lay there.

The Sea Org of today is a mirror of previous fanatical groups that brainwash their captive members into a false group belief system.

If only they had any idea how it was and the things we did. There might be some pride in the uniforms they wear.

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