Chuck Beatty - Leaving SO after 27 years

Sunday, August 22, 2004

Hello, my name is Chuck Beatty.

I recently (Aug 2004) made several posts, using the name: CE.
I am CE. My name is Chuck Beatty. CE stood for my first and middle names, Charles Edward Beatty. I finally got enough nerve to use my name. Thanks to many people's encouragement, and several other ex-SO member's fine examples, I now speak freely.

My Sea Org time track is 27 years long, and I'm relatively recently fully out (Dec 75 to Mar 03).

Here is a breakdown of my timetrack, and I am open to any and all questions regarding any aspect of my track:

Dec 75 to Mar 77. Tech Training Corps at Flag Service Org. Failed on my route to being Class 12 auditor, got up Level III on the Academy levels.

July 77 to Jul 83 Course Supervisor and Word Clearer for the Org Exec Course at Flag. (I made thousands of acquaintences in my years as a Flag course supervisor, most old-timers know me from these days, when I supervised or word cleared them on various training courses they did at Flag during those years.)

Jul 83 to Oct 87, I assisted on the Routing Forms project that produced the computerized routing forms used in all Class 5 orgs today. (Went to the Int Base, Gilman Hot Springs, outside Hemet California, first in Jul 83, and went there off and on over the next 4 years for routing forms matters)

Nov 87 to Aug 88, Course Supervisor in "retraining," and became the Sec Checker School Course Supervisor, at the Int Training Org, then at the big blue building, known as the "Complex."

Sept 88 to Jan 89, Researcher/Compiler on the Org Exec Course Checksheet project run by Senior C/S Int Office, at the Int Base. Failed on my project.

Jan 89 to Feb 89, Rehabilitation Project Force (RPF), the one for the uplines people, situated at Happy Valley ranch, 14 miles from the Int Base, adjacent to the Svoboba Indian reservation. Enjoyed it, but that's me. Thought the people were generally great, both at the Int Base and on the RPF. Much milder than the "bad old days" so horrendously documented on the internet by older-timers than me.

Feb 89 to May 89, Rehabilitation Project Force (RPF) at the big blue building, (the "Complex,") in LA. Again, a great time for me. I loved the work. There were 240 plus people on the PAC RPF then. Worked 2 shifts, finishing the renovations on the HGB (Hollywood Guarantee Building, middle management building on Hollywood Blvd, just down the street from the Hollywood Inn).

May 89 to Aug 89, Org Exec Course supervisor, Int Training Org, at the newly renovated HGB building.

Sept 89 to Sept 90, Routing Forms Project under INCOMM LA (and I was once or twice at RTC Int spaces and INCOMM Int spaces also.)

Sept 90 to May 92, INCOMM computer rooms at LA and Int, worked as the night person, doing computer backups and maintenance, then later as the Daytime computer operations officer at INCOMM LA.

May 92 - Aug 95, Author Services Incorporated computer person.

Sept 95 to Dec 95, failed miserably as Exec Establishment Officer ASI.

Dec 95 to Jul 96, deckwork at the Int base. Great work, great people on the decks at that time. Really enjoyed it so much, I would have liked to remain a construction worker there. Had anyone realized this and kept me there, I might not be making this post today.
Jul 96 to Nov 2000, Rehabilitation Project Force (RPF), again at the Happy Valley ranch, 14 miles from the Int Base. Really liked this RPF, but hated being kept there against my will. Loved the food, work, people there, scenery, but hated the captivity. (Saw the German news helicopters, and was hiding inside one of the red trailers when those films and photos were taken.)

Nov 2000 to Mar 2003, Rehabilitation Project Force (RPF) again back at the big blue building, the "Complex", in LA. Again a great time for me, loved the old complex building, renovating it. Hated with a passion being under constant "watch" for over a year, and I was elated when I finally was free to walk off the property and take control of my life at along last.

Mar 29, 2003 to Jun 2004, I worked in LA, simple job, and read thousands of pages of internet anti-Scn sites. Read all the data on NOTs scholars, all the confidential material, everything. I spent my spare time exploring LA, getting to know the city, hiking all of the mountain ranges around the city. I really got to know the city I had lived in for 22 years, finally.

Jul 2004, I have moved to Pittsburgh, and live with my sister. My plans are to move around to each of my family members, living and working nearby each of them.
I am twice divorced (both my ex's are in the Sea Org and are great women. Ann Halblom Beatty, I think is Dissem Sec or Reg at CC Int. Janet Parker, is Invest Files at OSA Int.)
I will answer any and all questions about any moment in my Scientology history.

I plan to make posts about what I think are the main reasons the Scn movement is not succeeding, compared to its claims, and why I feel they will not suceed, which is why I left.
I've become an agnostic, I no longer hold any Scn beliefs. I am an existentialist, secular humanist (as best I understand those concepts).

I respect almost all Sea Org members still in the SO, and enjoyed working with them. I respect Scn members religious beliefs, but do not share any of them any longer.

I also respect the work of the many people who have created the internet sites and particularly think the work of Gerry Armstrong and Arnie Lerma (while I know posters have all variety of opinions about everyone and every site), have been particularly the most helpful for me. I've spoken to both of them on the phone, and am grateful they have stuck it out, and keep on going. Hats off to them both.
I will answer any and all questions about any moment in my Scientology history.
Chuck Beatty (CE)

Average Day before I finally routed out of the Sea Org.

[My diary entry for my final day in the Sea Org: "29 March 2003 "Talk to Mr. C [Kirsten Caetano, my handler for smoothing my exit from the Sea Org] Laundry, dekludge. Get out Sat afternoon, see lawyer [Elliot Abelson], get moved."]

Ex mobster attorney Elliot Abelson, who claims to be a scientologist, now works full time in pursuit of silence.

The missing details of this day are as follows: Got up about 7am, dressed, and me and my watch who slept with me, Lars Asplund takes me down to breakfast in the crew galley in the complex. Watch changes, Urs Spoori, my new watch, accompanies me back to my room, I carry my breakfast with me, as I eat in my nice little 12 by 12 room, which had two great windows, this was 3rd floor, main building of the complex, room directly above the front main entrance to the complex, just above the long wide-stepped entranceway on the Fountain Ave side, in the tallest section of the complex. My room overlooked the long sloped wide-stepped front entrance to the complex.

Ate breakfast and chatted with Urs in our room, we ate together. This gives Lars time to eat breakfast, and do his own thing, hit the bathroom, since that is one of the major bugs of being someone's watch, you can't go off to the bathroom and leave the person you are watching alone, since the person being watched might escape, obviously.

After breakfast, Urs gets replaced by Lars, and Lars and I take what little dirty laundry I have and he accompanies me over to the staff laundry room in the complex, which is in the CTO (Continental Training Org) building. The CTO building used to be the old Bridge building, and the laundry has been in that same place for about 20 years now I believe.
We wait and I read in my room, with my watch accompanying full time as usual. I think I called Mr. Caetano (Kirsten) to see what the deal was. She said it was going to be soon, meaning that day or the next, for sure, this WAS finally IT!! I was about to really get okay. Lars and I finish my laundry, then I want to go to the library.

We walk, from the complex over to the LA Public Library, at the corner of Franklin and Hillhurst. I insisted on going there almost every other day, my final 2 months in the Sea Org. I went to the library since I wanted to get caught up with the world, since I rationalized I was just killing time, waiting for the bureaucratic approval to route out.. I'd had so many disappointments waiting for okay, at least going to the Library was one thing I could predict and accomplish, and I loved reading, etc., and I started surfing the internet, first for job hunting, later, unbeknownst to the Scn people, I even checked out the anti-LRH sites. We go to the library, and come back to the complex for lunch. Eat lunch in my room, take our dishes to the dirty dishes room, and head back to the library.

Right after lunch, back at the library, suddenly Mr. Caetano (Kirsten) and Mr. Duvall (the friendly good natured PAC Security guard who deals with the trickier route out or off-load people category that I fell into at this time) they show up. They came into the public library and sort of suddenly right behind me, I didn't notice them, and they tell me I was now going over to OSA, and this was it, the final steps. (This moment was the awkward moment when I just happened to be looking at the Internet at the Library, and I was reading about David Mayo at one of the anti-Scn sites, and Mr. Duvall was slightly taken aback that I was looking at this. Later, I think Lars may have gotten into some trouble for letting me do this, it was something that I gradually accomplished, getting my watches used to my uses of the internet where they didn't see what I was doing exactly, I've posted on that already.)

I got a ride over to OSA with Mr. Duvall and Kirsten, and we go up to the OSA staff floor of the HGB, and into the room with the video camera. Elliot Abelson comes in, all cheery, popping peanuts, red-nosed, and briefs me. He introduces himself, in the course of minor briefing of this legal release I will be signing on video, I tell him I read the New York Times. My intended implication was that I understand the bigger lay of the land wog world where I assumed businesses do similar things like making people sign these legal releases when they leave, but knowing full well that the Buddhist monks and Catholic monks are very unlikely required to sign similar things, and knowing that up to that time in my Sea Org history, I've never heard of any instance of a court enforcing these freedom of speech muzzling legal releases on ex-Sea Org members who have blatantly violated similar releases for decades already, and me thinking that even Elliot would have to ultimately face the intelligent minds of judges and the much smarter NY Times and Wall Street Journal level reporters someday, who would likely put any future Scn legal tactics against me regarding this legal release, in quite candid historical and accurate context.

He reads me the final release legal doc that I give up all my rights to speak about ANYTHING in my Sea Org employment, the normal give up ALL your rights to free speech, etc., and I sign or I initial all pages, etc., while Elliot reads page by page, or the major section titles over the major sections of the release, out loud, all on video.

This was a pretty intense and admittedly significance packed moment, my final moment, in these legal OSA settings, signing away rights, that no normal Buddhist ex-monk or Catholic ex-monk would sign away when they depart their monastic lifetime staff categories, but no matter. Again, Scn does what it does, and our legal system doesn't support this type of activity in certain contexts, and hasn't supported this yet. But our legal system does support Scn legal tactics in other matters. Whatever. The threat was still sitting there in my face. We'll get you if you talk, buddy! That was the message.

The signing to me was the tough veiled threat bargain I'd been led to agreeing to, and I was resigned to this signing because I saw I could get my freedom finally and get back to wog life. I didn't want to upset the cart at this point, because in about two hours I would finally be out of the Sea Org. My plans were NOT to go out flaming. Had I chosen the flaming route, I wouldn't have waited those many extra months.

I didn't want to just dash all the ARC that people in the Sea Org had for me, were I to go out as a protesting recalcitrant because that would have surely gotten me labeled suppressive And I opted to take advantage of the help the Sea Org did offer, and I did wish to remain on good terms, simply because I am not of the nature to get into screaming matches with ignorant fellow RPF members who were completely unaware of local law violations, and I did not ever wish my life's events escalate up to me having to actually call the police to protect me from physical restraints, physical restraints I'd seen applied to other RPFers and which I had earlier been threatened with and even personally received in my earlier RPF years already. .

(Regarding violating the legal release I signed, I just figured if I did violate it, I'd face that when it came up, and in the future I would follow the high principled good examples of famous wogs in history who throughout history have taken principled stands against oppressive similar circumstances. I knew in my guts someone out there would protect me, should I choose to not adhere to this release I was signing to bargain my way out smoothly. Also I could worry about my then freshly acquired legal predicament with the church later in my life, when I chose to violate this legal release.) This all passed through my head, in the moments I was listening to Elliot and finally signing my legal release form with Elliot. I signed the damn thing. I was almost out now.

It was almost finally over.

On my way out of the OSA floor, I check the halls, see the OSA staff that I will see probably for the last time in my life, Sea Org members who have known me, some for decades, many OSA staff attended my marriage ceremony to one of their own, Janet Findley, 10 years earlier. About 60 OSA staff attended, our marriage, right there in the same building, in the historical "Charlie Chaplain's Office", a room that Charlie Chaplain has somehow been associated with, in earlier years, there in the historic HGB building.. [This last goodbye moment was not really the last for me, because later in the next year, when I was living in Hollywood, I used to switch city buses near the HGB, and I rode my bicycle by the HGB, and I ate gyro sandwiches at Combo's restaurant, across from the HGB, so I was to see dozens of Sea Org members I'd known in my 27 year Sea Org career, this was from 2003 till summer 2004, when I left LA and moved to Pittsburgh, where I live now.]

I had mixed feelings of sadness and massive relief, that my life came to that unusual predicament, in that unusual setting, with this piece of paper threatening me with huge amounts of legal fees I would be potentially paying Scn lawyers for violating my agreement to give up my rights to discuss ANY aspect of my lifetime staff life!

Mr. Duvall takes me back to the complex, I load my stuff and he drives me two blocks to the rooming house at 5117 Harold Way, owned by a then LA Foundation staff member, and which housed Scn members only.

On my final walk out of the building I shake hands with my watch, get a few well wishes from my watch, I think I got to say goodbye to all my watches that day, Urs, Lars and two or three other guys who'd been my watches. I walk out the back exit walking by the RPF course room, but when so routing out, there was no goodbyes exchanged with RPFers, I only said goodbye to my watch. I did get to say goodbye I think to Frank Frau, who I'd been on the RPF for over 6 years with. Francesco Frau, good guy.

Mr. Alex Meyers, the PAC RPF I/C was waiting on the sidewalk outside the back entrance at my final moments, and he shook my hand and wished me well, Then I got into the car with Mr. Duvall and he took me to the Scn rooming house, just two blocks away, this was about 4pm, I think, Saturday, Mar 29, 2003.

Once in the rooming house, I got settled in, watched some TV and saw some videos, I hadn't seen TV more than about 6 times in the last over 7 years.

I was finally out, free, able to walk alone, not accompanied by a "watch" for the first time in many months.

It was a seriously good day for me, despite the potential loss of signing away my rights to speak and write about my life. Just being out, finally, after having spent a total of over 18 months, trying to get out, over the two periods I had tried to get out of the Sea Org, it was a massive final relief of accomplishment.

This was most of my final moments in the Sea Org, typical last day.
More typical days I will write up in the next post.
Best, Chuck Beatty

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