From Lisa McPherson to Stacy Moxon: 2 Deaths, Two Cover-Ups, One Man Behind Them Both What David Miscavige Did After They Died Should Tell You Everyth

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This isn’t an isolated tragedy, it’s one of many deaths, breakdowns, and disappearances that lead back to a single system. And a single man. This is just another piece of documenting those crimes, not just exposing them.

On June 25, 2000, Stacy Moxon Meyer died at Gold Base, Scientology’s secretive international headquarters near Hemet, California. She was just 20 years old.

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The official story, one the Church has repeated for over two decades, is that she accidentally electrocuted herself while trying to “rescue a squirrel” from an underground transformer vault.

But anyone who’s been on the inside knows that version was crafted for one reason only: to conceal what really happened.

Stacy was a Sea Org member, married to another young Sea Org member named Derek Meyer. According to multiple people who were close to her at the time, including her best friend and several executive-level staff, Stacy had submitted written requests to visit her husband, who worked in LA and who she rarely saw. Stacey’s requests had been repeatedly denied, and she had made it known that she was emotionally struggling.

She was not supposed to be anywhere near the high-voltage vault where her body was later found, burned, mutilated, and unrecognizable from the massive electrical shock. The police records and scene reports are difficult to read: graphic, brutal, and tragic.

How brutal? Imagine 7,200 volts: enough to run a medium-sized city; coursing through a young woman’s body. Her death would have been instant. Electricity creates intense internal heating as it travels through tissue. The entry and exit wounds are often severely burned or charred. Internal organs are ruptured, cooked, or liquified by the current path. High-voltage incidents often result in degloving, amputations, or explosive trauma where current exits the body.

Now just imagine that for a minute. Because the police and coroner records confirm it all happened to her. And at the moment it did, the entire Gold Base electricity blacked out and then came back on.

Imagine knowing these gruesome details as you continue to read this, and understand that the man who ordered it be covered up knew them too.

Internally, on the base, there was no doubt. Stacy had taken her own life. The time of day. The day itself. The location. Her personal circumstances. Her isolation and despair. And the oppressive atmosphere that permeated Gold Base.

It all pointed to one thing: suicide.

But publicly? The police and coroner ruled it an accident. They were not given all the facts. They were not shown all the evidence. Their investigation was carefully controlled and curated. Key information was hidden. A narrative was constructed and directed by David Miscavige, carried out by Warren McShane, Ken Hoden, Carli McShane and others.

Just as it had been done for Lisa McPherson. And by the same mastermind.

I did not know Stacy personally. We may have crossed paths, but I do not recall.

I did not see what happened that day with my own eyes.

But what I can tell you, with absolute certainty, now, is that a crime was committed that day.

At minimum, the following:

  • Obstruction of justice
  • Conspiracy to falsify a cause of death
  • Emotional and psychological coercion within the Sea Org leading to suicide
  • Command responsibility at the very top of the organization
These facts, when fully brought to light, could:

  • Reopen the Stacy Moxon case
  • Support RICO or Continuing Criminal Enterprise (CCE) legal action
  • Trigger federal and international attention to Scientology’s internal abuse systems
  • Finally dismantle the Church’s long-standing lies about Stacy’s death
Stacy did, in fact, take her own life. We know this because she left a note.

This has been mentioned before. Of course, it was nowhere to be found and at the time was not mentioned to the authorities.

It had been destroyed in advance of the authorities’ arrival, as had any witnesses who might mention it or the circumstances surrounding her death.

And the suicide note was never to be seen or mentioned again, except to someone who needed to know every detail.

Someone who needed to control every aspect of the situation.

Just as he had done with the Lisa McPherson case.


David Miscavige.

I was not at the Int/Gold Base when this happened to Stacy. I was nowhere near it.

I was in the Caribbean, enjoying the sun, warm balmy winds, and lots of scuba diving.

You see, on June 13, 2000, the Florida State Attorney Bernie McCabe dropped all charges in Lisa McPherson’s death case. This was a major win for Scientology and for David Miscavige personally, who had invested tremendous resources into defending himself and suppressing damaging evidence of his direct involvement with Lisa.

A celebration was in order. A cruise, to be exact, on the Freewinds, replete with excursions on luxury dive boats and lots and lots of scuba diving and underwater photography. Dave’s favorite pastime, at the time. And the bill was flipped by none other than the IAS for all of his hard work. Janet Light attended much of it personally as a 'guest', just as I had been invited to attend.

And of course, there was the annual Maiden Voyage event.

So no, David Miscavige was nowhere near the Gold Base at the time Stacy died either.

He too was on the Freewinds, celebrating despite the news.

So what, you might ask, does David Miscavige have to do with Stacy Moxon’s death?

This is a relevant and very apropos question.

What in God’s name would the Ecclesiastical Leader, the Chairman of the Board, the furthest person from day-to-day operations, have to do with the death of a lowly staff member? And why would such a corporate executive get involved but maybe to be informed?

Was it because there was a potential liability to him personally, or to the Church? If so, why?

Was it from a PR perspective? Likely, but there’s a full-time unit in the corporate structure for that.

Or was it because David Miscavige controls everything down to which doorknob is to be used on doors and which razor wire on fences?

One thing for certain: It was not because he cared about Stacy Moxon or why she killed herself.

Another thing for certain: David knew every detail of the incident.

So how did he handle it? And why?

I was sitting in a beautiful luxury dive boat in the Caribbean. We had boarded it directly from the Freewinds.

It was late morning. I had made a point of getting there early because, guest or not, you just were not late when you were supposed to meet David Miscavige.

We were informed COB was running late but to stay put.

When Dave, Shelly and Lou joined us Dave was in a hurry to get going. A dive spot had been picked out, a shipwreck he had not yet been to.

Dave was not happy. It was a later start than he had wanted, but there was something else.

Someone, “Had committed suicide at the Gold Base.” Dave said in passing, angrily.

Shelly added, “That place [Gold] is a liability! Thats the third death in three weeks at the base!”

I did not hear more about it until later that evening when Dave would follow up on the instructions he apparently gave that morning.

Meanwhile it was business as usual, two dives, amazing food and drinks on beautiful clear blue water.

That balmy evening standing on the sundeck of the Freewinds Dave got on a call with someone at the Gold Base. I am not sure who was on the other end of the phone but could hear it was a male.

Dave listened intently as he inhaled an entire camel.

“Not a fucking trace of it, right?” Dave demanded. “You better be sure!”

“That’s right, it was an accidental death and that’s the long and short of it.”

“Get the other cocksuckers out of there, I don’t want them around just in case.”

The call ended. Dave looked angry but relieved. “Fucking bitch committed suicide!” He repeated what Shelly said earlier that day - the Gold base was a lability for him, it was filled up with Suppressive Persons, out to get him.

He handed the phone to Shelly and walked away.

Shelly stayed behind for a moment and told me that, Stacy, whom I confirmed I did not know, “had committed suicide in an underground transformer room.” Shelly said, “We know it was suicide because she left a note she was doing it.”

Shelly sighed, “He just never gets a break.”

Lacking from either of them—though Shelly did seem somewhat affected, was empathy for Stacy, the family, or the situation.

Apparently, they did not see a 20-year-old girl, burned to a crisp, as a result of the conditions, systems, and policies put in place by themselves to control “the SPs on the base.”

They saw Stacy as another potential problem. A criminal suppressive person for committing suicide and putting Dave in danger.

I learned years later, and now know with certainty, that Dave ordered the suicide note destroyed and anyone close to Stacy who might say anything be hidden away, or controlled so they’d never speak of it.

When I did hear about it, it was clear, Dave tampered with evidence and did everything he could to protect himself. He did not have an inkling of compassion for the deceased, just as he hadn’t for Lisa McPherson.

Same tragedy. Same cover-up. Same man pulling the strings: David Miscavige.

David Miscavige the man who claims to this day he is “uninvolved in the day-to-day operations”.

Less than a year later Miscavige had the entirety of the corporate management structure locked up at the Gold Base in what is now referred to as “The Hole”. Where he would blame them for bringing SPs like Stacy to the base in the first place.

He would destroy what was left of any corporate structure and attempt to finish building his literal prison at the Gold Base, razor-wire fences, cameras and motion detectors everywhere so no one like Stacy could ever cause him trouble again.

A note about Rick Moxon; Stacy’s father


In 2010, I had a chance to talk to Rick Moxon over the phone.

Daniel Montalvo had come to me after blowing the Sea Org. Rick was desperately trying to get him back, and I was trying just as hard to keep Danny from falling for it.

In the two or three minutes we talked, I told Rick what I had witnessed and heard, as above. That his daughter had committed suicide, and that she had left a note behind.

Rick’s momentary silence, made me wonder.

But the next moment, he was back at me for “holding Danny against his will” a fabrication, just like the story that Stacy was trying to save a squirrel.

I don’t know how Rick Moxon lives with himself, either way, when he knows so many truths. So many similar stories. So many crimes that tie directly back to David Miscavige.

Miscavige must have stolen Rick’s soul or has some mighty heavy blackmail material on him.

Or both.

Stacy’s story will not be burned and buried like her body and suicide note were.

And who was responsible, and how, for the many similar deaths, disappearances, and cult-like cover-ups inside the “Church of Scientology” will soon come into full view.

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Legal Disclaimer:
Everything in this post is based on firsthand experience, direct witness accounts, and corroborated facts. It’s being shared in the public interest to expose abuse, deception, and institutional misconduct at the highest levels of Scientology. All individuals mentioned, including David Miscavige, are presumed innocent until proven guilty in a court of law—something that, in his case, has only been avoided through intimidation, suppression of evidence, and decades of hiding behind a tax-exempt shield. One which he may soon find no longer protects him.

 
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I'm afraid Lou will have a tough day when Davey reads it..and it will be her fault ; yes, she is the last Dave cocksuxxer alive on post...
 
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From the death of Lisa McPherson to the reinvention of Scientology
Keeping Miscavige Working: How he turned her tragedy into doctrine.
Devo (De Vocht)
May 09, 2025
I had been at the Int/Gold Base working on Building 50 when Dave took a break from the scene in Clearwater, where he was hiding his direct involvement in Lisa McPherson’s death, fighting the legal battles that followed, and developing his new Golden Age for Scientology.
By this point, Dave had personally and “successfully” supervised Lisa McPherson through her Dianetics auditing, attesting her to Clear, which apparently resulted in her mental breakdown. He then personally oversaw her Introspection Rundown and kept her out of public view, resulting in her death in a hotel room rather than in the medical care she needed.
Content with his results, he continued on his path to sort out Scientology tech and policy for a new age.
The Grand Tour

Shortly after his arrival back at the Gold Base, he took me on a tour. We spent the entire day from roughly 10 a.m. till 10 p.m. traveling on motorcycles between buildings on the property and talking to staff. He was on a mission.

At this point, I was still on the outside looking in.

The Fear in Their Eyes


My first internalized observation was amazement.

Anywhere Dave went, staff either scurried off as fast as they could or stood at attention if they couldn’t get away fast enough. No one was happy to see him. All of them were in fear. Most flinched when he walked by, as if they expected to be hit.

An inappropriate greeting, look, or gesture would result in an order that the person be immediately gotten into sec-checking to see what he had missed.

Everywhere he went, he expected full obedience, instant recognition, and absolute subservience.

And everyone was afraid, very, very afraid.

Going Clear and the New Golden Age of Tech


Prior to this walk-through with Dave, in Scientology, one’s auditing (not sec-checking) results were never discussed with anyone. Such records other than wins written up in required glowing “success stories” (which had to be followed by an “FN” on the meter or you’d flunk out and redo everything) were kept only in the PC folder and were confidential between you, the auditor, and Case Supervisor.

But not today and not anymore.

With an air of authority and a hint of crushing evil intent, today Miscavige would prove himself as the new technical guru of Scientology.

He approached someone I had not personally known. She was attractive and had a pretty smile, though she was gaunt and malnourished, like the rest of the people on the base.

Dave smiled pleasantly. She reacted like all the others, scurrying toward us the moment he flagged her over, radiating fear and subservience.
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she stood before him at attention.

“What level are you on the Bridge?” he asked in a nice, yet commanding voice.
“I’m Clear, Sir,” she said proudly.
“Oh, are you!?” he said with an air of authority and sarcasm.
The smile dropped from her face, replaced with more fear.

“Well then, tell me; what was the EP? What was your cognition? What was your realization that made you Clear?”
She hesitated and said something along the lines of having erased her reactive mind. She had no more engrams, she was free of it.

Flunk!! You’re not Clear!!”
He said it with enough force that her knees buckled and tears flowed out of her eyes. It was not as if she had been stripped of her Sea Org rank as a Petty Officer First Class. No—this was far more important to her. Far more personal. Not a status, but a state of being she long held dear to her heart and mind.

“I’m doing you a favor, so you know!” Dave insisted angrily. “You have not actually experienced the gains to be had in Scientology. And by telling you are not Clear, here and now, you should feel happy someone is finally getting this all sorted out.”


He dismissed her with no further discussion and not a shred of true compassion.

One after another, for hours, this went on.
One crushing invalidation at a time, designed to inflict pain on them, and confirm for him that he was right.
Thirty, forty, maybe fifty staff members or more.

Lou’s tape recorder ran with each interview, capturing his comments before, during, and after.

One person would claimed she had been declared a “Natural Clear,” to which Dave responded:

“Oh, bullshit! There are only two people I know who were actually Natural Clears, myself and L. Ron Hubbard. I assure you it’s very, very rare, and you my friend are not one!
What does it mean to be Clear??”
The response he was looking for was this phrase: I am mocking it up.”
Which, by the way, was the expected cognition for most Scientology levels from bottom to the very top.


The Administrative Golden Age


I had not realized until the following day that Dave was also working on sorting out the Administrative Policies too. And I had not yet stepped foot into the double-wide trailer that would later be called The Hole until now.

Entering through the front double-wide door, the stench hit me like something you’d expect from a trailer park: an old man, a woman, and their three cats, all living there for the past ten years.
It looked and felt like… well, a trailer.

Hanging on the wall in the long hallway we cruised through on the way to the WDC offices was your standard “Organizing Board”, only it was blank.
I had no idea why.

Apparently, WDC had been informed that he was coming. That we were coming (ugh).
They were all gathered around a probably 17-foot conference table and snapped to attention when he entered.

I could not only see but smell the fear in the room. The faces were blank of expression because they knew a single twitch could result in things I was not yet aware would happen to them.

After a long monologue about his technical breakthrough with the Gold staff the day before, he launched into an even longer one, this time about how International Management, and everyone in the room except himself, were criminals, suppressive, and out to stop Scientology.

This wasn’t news to them. But I quickly became uncomfortably aware: I was the one being briefed. They were being berated.

And oddly, I found after a while my face going stiff without expression.
Expressions he was looking for.
But my face was an expression of my mind, which had become overwhelmed with inconsistencies, impossibilities, and the realization that David was utterly convinced everyone in the room were Suppressive People who deserved the same fate as Lisa.

In the midst of this spectacle, Miscavige posed a question about resolving some administrative problem, its specifics lost to the fog still in my head even today.
But I vividly recall Mark Ingber, ever the diligent disciple, leaping up, grabbing a green (OEC) policy volume from the shelf, and eagerly flipping it open.

Miscavige’s reaction was nothing short of over-the-top theatrics.
His face twisted in rage. His blue eyes seemed to turn red. His hair might as well have caught fire.


He snatched the volume and hurled it at Mike Rinder, hitting him right in the face and chest.
(Yes, Mike. Not Marc. Of course.)

“You’re gonna give me this shit? Are you fucking kidding me, you cunt-licker!?”
He pounded his fist. He screamed that the entire trailer should be:

Burned to the ground with everyone in it!!
He opened one water bottle after another handed to him by Lou, who simultaneously recorded every word that came from his mouth on her hand-dandy recorder and violently emptied the bottles on their faces as they stood at attention.

Not a flinch.
No emotion on their faces as the water hit.
Obviously, this was not their first rodeo.

They were well-versed in how to react, not react.

We stormed out of the room as he continued his tirade:

“You see, Tom, even you started to get ‘pie face’ being in here too long!
Now you understand why I cannot be on this base!”
I couldn’t help but wonder: Why then am I spending so much money on his Building 50, designed from his own dreams?

Word Clearing, Method 9 Style

Soon, the entire Hole was M9ing Miscavige’s own writings instead of Hubbard’s,
a clear sign that the winds of doctrine were shifting from one brand of gobbledygook to another.

M9, or Method 9 Word Clearing, involved reading aloud while someone watched and corrected every fumble, stumble, or misunderstood word until the material could be read perfectly, without hesitation.

The Revelation: Miscavige vs. L. Ron Hubbard


During a subsequent walkthrough of Building 50, Miscavige gestured grandly toward a large room filled with floor-to-ceiling high-density filing systems. This was a room within in his secretary’s vast office space.

His secretary staff of three did nothing but transcribe the recordings that Lou took of every word he said. They’d carefully delete the rants, name-calling, and any mention of beatings and threats and quickly publish the transcripts so they could be M9ed at once.

And David proudly proclaimed:

“I have had to write more about Scientology Tech and Policy than L. Ron Hubbard in order to get anyone to understand it!
I have actually had it measured out!
That emphasis “measured” told me everything.
This wasn’t just something he had taken the time to literally measure, but,
it might have been a goal?

He proclaimed this as he showed me row after row of black binders containing his transcripts and “dispatches” to “Int Management” and “RTRC and RComps”, the departments responsible for issuing Hubbard’s Tech and Policies, keeping them “true” to LRH’s word.



It was a moment of peak irony.
Though it wasn’t the slightest bit funny at the time.

Here was the man who claimed to uphold Keeping Scientology Working now asserting that his own words eclipsed the founder’s. And as if to say Hubbards material needed clarification.

If Hubbard’s writings were a tangled web of pseudo-science and fantasy, Miscavige’s interpretations were just another layer of twisting confusion, less about Scientology, and more about feeding his own ego.

In the End


In the end, what does this tell us?
That the evolution of Scientology under Miscavige isn’t just a change in leadership, it’s a shift from one brand of nonsense to another.
From Keeping Scientology Working to Keeping Miscavige Working
trading far-fetched salvation for a far more dangerous ego trip.
And it all began with the death of a woman who trusted them both.

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