New book on Beck details his involvement in — and abuse by — the Church of Scientology

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A powerful new book by author and trans activist Josephine Riesman makes the case that you can’t understand the life and career of the musician Beck without understanding his involvement in — and abuse by — the Church of Scientology.
The Last Temptation of Beck is set to hit bookstores on October 6, and today there’s an adapted excerpt of it coming out in the print version of New York magazine.
We obtained a review copy, and we can tell you that the book is a compelling read, told in dramatic fashion by Riesman, who grew up a Beck fan and brings a fan’s sensibility to the complex career of an artist who has been hailed as a pop messiah.
But what we especially appreciate in Riesman’s telling is how Beck’s career can’t be understood without tracing the way the artist grew up in Scientology, pushed it away, was drawn back in after his fame exploded, and then ultimately walked away from it.
Riesman has clearly spent considerable time researching Scientology, and she dives into its origins and history without slowing down the book, helping a reader understand how founder L. Ron Hubbard created a controlling, paranoid organization that believes we have all lived for trillions of years. The goal of Scientology counseling, called auditing, is to retrieve your memories of those countless lifetimes (your “Whole Track”), and one consequence of that is Scientology’s belief that children are really ancient beings in small packages — and must be treated like adults.
It was in Scientology that Los Angeles musician David Campbell met Bibbe Hansen, the free-spirited daughter of Al Hansen, a legendary Germany-based performance artist. David and Bibbe named the baby boy they welcomed in 1970 “Bek,” and the youngster only later acquired the additional “c”.
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Source quoted: Losing Beck

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He was coming back to Los Angeles that night, flying in from Japan. As she was finishing her work, she got a call. “Come home,” Beck said, sounding grave. “I want to talk to you.” Anxious, she told Harris and Hanft she had to go and headed to the Silver Lake home Beck owned and they lived in together, driving the Volvo Beck let her use. It was dark when she reached the low-slung, wide-set house. A group of strangers were waiting for her in the living room. Some of them were in suits; others were in uniforms she recognized from her limited knowledge of the Church of Scientology: They were from the Sea Org, the church’s elite religious order. Beck was there, too. He wasn’t looking at her.​
One of the strangers, a blonde with an intense face and a dark suit, stepped forward. She informed Leigh she was Beck’s legal representative and would be accompanying them to the dining room for a conversation. Terrified, Leigh followed them. Beck then turned to face her. He seemed changed. In their nine years together, Leigh had often thought of Beck as a kind of charming insectoid alien in a human suit learning Earth customs. Now she saw Anakin Skywalker becoming Darth Vader.​
“How could you?” Beck said flatly. “How could you do all of that?”​
She said she didn’t know what he was talking about. He replied that he was done with her. They were over.​

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The Beck who left for Japan was not the Beck who came back. The precise details of what happened there are obscure, and representatives for Beck did not respond to my requests for comment. What seems likely, based on interviews with those close to him—and given what transpired next— is that someone from or working for the church contacted Beck while he was there and presented him with information, much of it untrue. And it was all about Leigh.​
Leigh, Beck was told, was a drug addict who had been cheating on him behind his back. He was presented with a real email she had written to a friend—ed Smith— complaining about Beck’s failings as a boyfriend. Other materials also may have been presented to him. Only Beck can say for certain.​
What is clear is that Leigh saw none of this coming when she came home to meet Beck on that night in the late spring of 2000, when he got back from Japan. After hearing Beck’s tone, Leigh dissociated for long minutes while her boyfriend delivered a furious soliloquy about her alleged sexual profligacy and rampant drug abuse and how it had been ruining his life. When Beck finished, his lawyer asked Leigh to follow her to the table to sign some paperwork. Before Leigh could respond, the lawyer informed her that she wouldn’t receive any of her possessions in the house unless she signed the papers.
Beck left the room. Leigh sat down and signed what was put in front of her without reading any of it. The lawyer collected the papers and said Leigh was to leave the premises.​
“What about my stuff?” Leigh asked. “We’ll contact you,” the lawyer replied. Leigh was shuffled out of the house. Beck didn’t reappear to say good-bye. The door shut firmly behind her.​
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Source quoted: Losing Beck

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He was coming back to Los Angeles that night, flying in from Japan. As she was finishing her work, she got a call. “Come home,” Beck said, sounding grave. “I want to talk to you.” Anxious, she told Harris and Hanft she had to go and headed to the Silver Lake home Beck owned and they lived in together, driving the Volvo Beck let her use. It was dark when she reached the low-slung, wide-set house. A group of strangers were waiting for her in the living room. Some of them were in suits; others were in uniforms she recognized from her limited knowledge of the Church of Scientology: They were from the Sea Org, the church’s elite religious order. Beck was there, too. He wasn’t looking at her.​
One of the strangers, a blonde with an intense face and a dark suit, stepped forward. She informed Leigh she was Beck’s legal representative and would be accompanying them to the dining room for a conversation. Terrified, Leigh followed them. Beck then turned to face her. He seemed changed. In their nine years together, Leigh had often thought of Beck as a kind of charming insectoid alien in a human suit learning Earth customs. Now she saw Anakin Skywalker becoming Darth Vader.​
“How could you?” Beck said flatly. “How could you do all of that?”​
She said she didn’t know what he was talking about. He replied that he was done with her. They were over.​

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The Beck who left for Japan was not the Beck who came back. The precise details of what happened there are obscure, and representatives for Beck did not respond to my requests for comment. What seems likely, based on interviews with those close to him—and given what transpired next— is that someone from or working for the church contacted Beck while he was there and presented him with information, much of it untrue. And it was all about Leigh.​
Leigh, Beck was told, was a drug addict who had been cheating on him behind his back. He was presented with a real email she had written to a friend—ed Smith— complaining about Beck’s failings as a boyfriend. Other materials also may have been presented to him. Only Beck can say for certain.​
What is clear is that Leigh saw none of this coming when she came home to meet Beck on that night in the late spring of 2000, when he got back from Japan. After hearing Beck’s tone, Leigh dissociated for long minutes while her boyfriend delivered a furious soliloquy about her alleged sexual profligacy and rampant drug abuse and how it had been ruining his life. When Beck finished, his lawyer asked Leigh to follow her to the table to sign some paperwork. Before Leigh could respond, the lawyer informed her that she wouldn’t receive any of her possessions in the house unless she signed the papers.
Beck left the room. Leigh sat down and signed what was put in front of her without reading any of it. The lawyer collected the papers and said Leigh was to leave the premises.​
“What about my stuff?” Leigh asked. “We’ll contact you,” the lawyer replied. Leigh was shuffled out of the house. Beck didn’t reappear to say good-bye. The door shut firmly behind her.​
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That!!!


That
is the real Scientology.

I have seen that up close too many times to mention.

I have seen that Scientology in my own life.

I have seen that Scientology in the life of family members, friends, employees, associates and an ever-widening spectrum of cult victims.

Scientology calls that "making it go right" or simply "winning".

Wogs call that sociopathically cruel and manipulatively sadistic terrorism.

NOTICE TO SCIENTOLOGISTS READING THIS THREAD: If reading about the criminally psychotic behavior of your "religion" makes you feel "enturbulated", we offer this free remedy:

1. Fly a rud!
2. STFU! (if you know what's good for you, never talk to anyone about these horrific things your cult does behind closed doors)
3. Donate More! If you STFU and keep telling others that you are "winning" on Ron's bridge, we won't stalk and destroy you or kill your pets.
4. Rinse & Repeat & Rockslam: Continue doing steps 1-3 above and eventually we will give you a bowling trophy.​



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That is the real Scientology.
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Source quoted: Losing Beck

More yet. This is after nine years of being/living together, mind ya:
She [Leigh] stood alone on the lawn. Without Beck, she was not just single—she had no job, no bank account, no house. God, Leigh thought suddenly, where will I even sleep tonight? Beck did not respond to requests for comment on the breakup.​
That night, Leigh wandered to the somewhat nearby home of a couple she and Beck had been friends with. They took her in. She slept on their couch. Days went by without a word from anyone about her belongings. She wasn’t about to try to call Beck. One evening, she went back to the house. She figured she could sneak in through the first-floor bedroom window in the early evening, when Beck was likely to be out; grab some of her things; and go. She arrived and crept up to the window.​
When Leigh looked in, she was shocked to find that the bed was occupied. By Bibbe [Beck’s mother].​
Before Leigh could process the visual information—her ex’s mom sleeping in her bed—Bibbe noticed her. They locked eyes.​

You'll have to get the book for the rest, LOL.

I'm planning on it.

Have the Kindle version reserved for the Oct 6th release at my local library in Stockholm. :yes:
 
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God, Leigh thought suddenly, where will I even sleep tonight? Beck did not respond to requests for comment on the breakup.


Beck also did not respond to Leigh's other attempts to communicate or answer any questions about what happened.

REASON: Because Beck was "keeping his ZERO in".

Being there. Doing nothing.

Scientologists like Tom Cruise (and other likewise super-upstats) would be pleasantly pleased and quite calmly satisfied with that explanation.



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Source quoted: Losing Beck

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He was coming back to Los Angeles that night, flying in from Japan. As she was finishing her work, she got a call. “Come home,” Beck said, sounding grave. “I want to talk to you.” Anxious, she told Harris and Hanft she had to go and headed to the Silver Lake home Beck owned and they lived in together, driving the Volvo Beck let her use. It was dark when she reached the low-slung, wide-set house. A group of strangers were waiting for her in the living room. Some of them were in suits; others were in uniforms she recognized from her limited knowledge of the Church of Scientology: They were from the Sea Org, the church’s elite religious order. Beck was there, too. He wasn’t looking at her.​
One of the strangers, a blonde with an intense face and a dark suit, stepped forward. She informed Leigh she was Beck’s legal representative and would be accompanying them to the dining room for a conversation. Terrified, Leigh followed them. Beck then turned to face her. He seemed changed. In their nine years together, Leigh had often thought of Beck as a kind of charming insectoid alien in a human suit learning Earth customs. Now she saw Anakin Skywalker becoming Darth Vader.​
“How could you?” Beck said flatly. “How could you do all of that?”​
She said she didn’t know what he was talking about. He replied that he was done with her. They were over.​

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The Beck who left for Japan was not the Beck who came back. The precise details of what happened there are obscure, and representatives for Beck did not respond to my requests for comment. What seems likely, based on interviews with those close to him—and given what transpired next— is that someone from or working for the church contacted Beck while he was there and presented him with information, much of it untrue. And it was all about Leigh.​
Leigh, Beck was told, was a drug addict who had been cheating on him behind his back. He was presented with a real email she had written to a friend—ed Smith— complaining about Beck’s failings as a boyfriend. Other materials also may have been presented to him. Only Beck can say for certain.​
What is clear is that Leigh saw none of this coming when she came home to meet Beck on that night in the late spring of 2000, when he got back from Japan. After hearing Beck’s tone, Leigh dissociated for long minutes while her boyfriend delivered a furious soliloquy about her alleged sexual profligacy and rampant drug abuse and how it had been ruining his life. When Beck finished, his lawyer asked Leigh to follow her to the table to sign some paperwork. Before Leigh could respond, the lawyer informed her that she wouldn’t receive any of her possessions in the house unless she signed the papers.
Beck left the room. Leigh sat down and signed what was put in front of her without reading any of it. The lawyer collected the papers and said Leigh was to leave the premises.​
“What about my stuff?” Leigh asked. “We’ll contact you,” the lawyer replied. Leigh was shuffled out of the house. Beck didn’t reappear to say good-bye. The door shut firmly behind her.​
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This is just sickening. I hope her life is so much better now that she can look at this episode as part of what transpired to deliver her to a happier existence.
 
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