Sex and Scientology

I did many life history interviews and translations in the SO.
I was surprised there was much STI like chlamydia, herpes etc among the SO.
I suspect there might have been many gonorrhea infections in times of Ron on the ship and that may partially explains strict rules.
( by the way is my recall correct that Ron had such a sexually transmitted disease ? )
Ron had contracted VD as a young man, according to his naval medical records, I believe. Might have more than once as the treatments and distrust of women, caused him to have ED. I think this may have been inferred in his Admissions, also.
 
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Amazingly, with all the fear of picking up BTs or having them leap on you from others, there's not much talk of sexual transference. I should think sex a higher risk for staff than fearing getting cooties from children or a hospital visit.

Now that you bring it up, I do recall staff and my fellow students did not escape being 'tainted' in the early 80s. It was considered normal pre-Aids.

The Treas sec got something from her non-Scientologist 2D.

One auditor was being treated for syphilis.

The wife of our sup caught the clap from a tryst at a male review.

A fellow student who was an entertainer struggled with herpes she got from her Scientologist finace.

Our FSM recurring infections and needed pap smears. She eventually had ovaries out.

There was something going on with just about everyone as they mostly came from nightclubs and were entertainers. Very risky times back then with sex and drugs. So many people dead from foolishness, doing different things. Scientology considered them expendable dilettantes or DB once sick. A lot of ethics actions had to be done.
 
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I took a six week break from the org as a result of an ill-tempered "interview" with the Ethics officer, which started with her telling me that I needed an Ethics course, or rundown or something, as I was obviously an unhappy being (the fact that my father was terminally ill with cancer wasn't anything to do with this of course).

I don't know how it started but I ended up arguing with her about the "no sex before marriage" policy, which got her very hot under the collar, and she ended up telling me that I obviously really needed the course as I was clearly "out ethics" on my second dynamic.

By this time the course sup had joined in to back her up and started telling me how professional they were.

Anyway, I flounced out (I can't remember how) and only came back again weeks later after a chance meeting elsewhere in the city with Barbara Manuel, the org's senior auditor whom I'd always liked. When I returned I discovered that both the ethics officer and the course sup were "out 2D" with each other (they were having an affair despite her being married to someone else) and had gotten declared.

Just another day in paradise. I never did the ethics course / rundown or whatever although I did finish the comm course I was on at the time.
 
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Thinking of all the little boys cooped up with that harem of CMO kids, sailing the seas. However did they do it.
 
Amazingly, with all the fear of picking up BTs or having them leap on you from others, there's not much talk of sexual transference. I should think sex a higher risk for staff than fearing getting cooties from children or a hospital visit.

Now that you bring it up, I do recall staff and my fellow students did not escape being 'tainted' in the early 80s. It was considered normal pre-Aids.

The Treas sec got something from her non-Scientologist 2D.

One auditor was being treated for syphilis.

The wife of our sup caught the clap from a tryst at a male review.

A fellow student who was an entertainer struggled with herpes she got from her Scientologist finace.

Our FSM recurring infections and needed pap smears. She eventually had ovaries out.

There was something going on with just about everyone as they mostly came from nightclubs and were entertainers. Very risky times back then with sex and drugs. So many people dead from foolishness, doing different things. Scientology considered them expendable dilettantes or DB once sick. A lot of ethics actions had to be done.

Geez,

That's quite a cluster of nasty bt's
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Geez,

That's quite a cluster of nasty bt's
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🤭
I have it on good authority that the next as-yet unreleased OT levels, OT IX is the confidential data on how to tell the good BT's from the bad BT's, and OT X is the tech for getting ethics in on the bad ones, and the overall stated ability gained is "Innocent Bystander".
 
Amazingly, with all the fear of picking up BTs or having them leap on you from others
I knew a generally sociable guy in LA who totally avoided parties or public gatherings while while doing one or maybe more of the OT levels. He was definitely concerned that someone's BTs might "jump ship" and get on him. true

I'm not sure how far they can jump.
 
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I knew a generally sociable guy in LA who totally avoided parties or public gatherings while while doing one or maybe more of the OT levels. He was definitely concerned that someone's BTs might "jump ship" and get on him. true

I'm not sure how far they can jump.
I'm not sure either. And I never believed the myth. But, in 1981, I got a call while at work, informing me that my recently divorced husband was paralyzed, in traction in North Miami hospital. Bullet in his spine. I flew down from Orlando asap. He'd was a helluva friend still and was our Div 6. He'd been offered a temp job in Miami to pay his freeloaders debt when departing the mission. When I got to critical care, he was conscious but not moving, his skull held by a medieval claw device anchored onto his temples from the ceiling. I was in shock. We were both still young and this was the end of life as he'd known it.

When I got home, I started to have a terrible somatic. I wouldn't call it a headache, but two acute pressure points on both my temples, and a ringing in my ears. I figured it was a 'key-in'. The intense pain lasted 18 months and I refused to indulge in even taking one aspirin. I very well should have, but didn't want to ruin the stupid purif. I used intensives of auditing trying to pry the spiritual contraption 'off' my temples. It was spiritual, a ghost, I was sure, but didn't seem like any engram I could recall. I wondered if something on my ex had decided I was a better vehicle.....with a better chance of survival.

With or without the idea of BTs, I did feel something like an entity began hanging around me, and then, clamped onto my temples....Hard.
My protests about the unfair situation, about lead to me to despair. With the little I'd read in basic books, I tried to 2 way comm. I got zilch. I gave up and let the mystery slowly fade, chalking it up to something considering me worth sticking onto. I'd no tools for this.
 
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I knew a generally sociable guy in LA who totally avoided parties or public gatherings while while doing one or maybe more of the OT levels. He was definitely concerned that someone's BTs might "jump ship" and get on him. true

I'm not sure how far they can jump.
According to some success stories, after doing super power they can leap tall buildings in a single bound.
 
I knew a generally sociable guy in LA who totally avoided parties or public gatherings while while doing one or maybe more of the OT levels. He was definitely concerned that someone's BTs might "jump ship" and get on him. true

I'm not sure how far they can jump.


Not far at all ... many are tenants of very strung out staff members who are working at least two "wog" jobs in addition to their terribly serious and important cult posts. The exhaustion and distress is contagious, any form of BT exercise is just not going to happen.

Sea org BT's are also absolutely twatted 24/7 due to stress, regular all nighters and the constant thought of that billion year contract that they're stuck with, until their equally knackered landlord manages to do a runner. Severe embarrassment due to being trapped in the SO also makes them horribly lethargic and apparently many feel obliged to stay where they are to try and support their host who's forced to wear a silly sailor suit and pretend to be happy and enlightened all the time. That is very painful and upsetting to the average BT.

:dontgo:

Public cult BT's are slightly more relaxed and sometimes even able to jump a few centimetres on a good day, but are usually so confused and introverted due to absorbing the endless hubbard indoctrination and harassment by the aforementioned cult members that they rarely bother to try ... unless to attempt escape of course. A non cultic public gathering (ie a normal party) may tempt a few to make the leap, I've heard that a nice, hopefully sane, non scientologist looks very tempting to a cult trapped BT, understandably.

After thinking about it for almost two seconds I can see clearly (no pun intended) that BT's have the best deal really, all they have to do is hang on tight and that can't be too difficult because as we all know there's no amount of tin can grasping and silly question answering that is going to shift them!
 
Not far at all ... many are tenants of very strung out staff members who are working at least two "wog" jobs in addition to their terribly serious and important cult posts. The exhaustion and distress is contagious, any form of BT exercise is just not going to happen.

Sea org BT's are also absolutely twatted 24/7 due to stress, regular all nighters and the constant thought of that billion year contract that they're stuck with, until their equally knackered landlord manages to do a runner. Severe embarrassment due to being trapped in the SO also makes them horribly lethargic and apparently many feel obliged to stay where they are to try and support their host who's forced to wear a silly sailor suit and pretend to be happy and enlightened all the time. That is very painful and upsetting to the average BT.
BT's aren't always such Debbie Downers. For instance, they're the life of the party at bar mitzvahs, when the band's playing they can moonwalk like mini Michael Jacksons and line dance with the best of 'em. Some have been known to do a mean macarena.
 
BT's aren't always such Debbie Downers. For instance, they're the life of the party at bar mitzvahs, when the band's playing they can moonwalk like mini Michael Jacksons and line dance with the best of 'em. Some have been known to do a mean macarena.


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Not far at all ... many are tenants of very strung out staff members who are working at least two "wog" jobs in addition to their terribly serious and important cult posts. The exhaustion and distress is contagious, any form of BT exercise is just not going to happen.

Sea org BT's are also absolutely twatted 24/7 due to stress, regular all nighters and the constant thought of that billion year contract that they're stuck with, until their equally knackered landlord manages to do a runner. Severe embarrassment due to being trapped in the SO also makes them horribly lethargic and apparently many feel obliged to stay where they are to try and support their host who's forced to wear a silly sailor suit and pretend to be happy and enlightened all the time. That is very painful and upsetting to the average BT.

:dontgo:

Public cult BT's are slightly more relaxed and sometimes even able to jump a few centimetres on a good day, but are usually so confused and introverted due to absorbing the endless hubbard indoctrination and harassment by the aforementioned cult members that they rarely bother to try ... unless to attempt escape of course. A non cultic public gathering (ie a normal party) may tempt a few to make the leap, I've heard that a nice, hopefully sane, non scientologist looks very tempting to a cult trapped BT, understandably.

After thinking about it for almost two seconds I can see clearly (no pun intended) that BT's have the best deal really, all they have to do is hang on tight and that can't be too difficult because as we all know there's no amount of tin can grasping and silly question answering that is going to shift them!
Laughter!! Your write up should be added as an appendix to the book Science Of Survival where Mr. Hubbard describes various Human Emotions and Reactions. Call it Body Thetan Emotions and Reactions. It might help while auditing them! laughter

At ASHO when people were on Power they had a note pinned on their shirt or blouse saying, "I'm on Power. Please don't talk to me." Something like that. Considering supercharged BTs as @I M Dex mentions above and thinking back on Covid restrictions, maybe a note saying. " I'm on OTIII. Please remain 6 feet away." would help in deterring more vigorous BTs from jumping ship.
 
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With or without the idea of BTs, I did feel something like an entity began hanging around me, and then, clamped onto my temples....Hard.
My protests about the unfair situation, about lead to me to despair. With the little I'd read in basic books, I tried to 2 way comm. I got zilch. I gave up and let the mystery slowly fade, chalking it up to something considering me worth sticking onto. I'd no tools for this.
You have delved into these paranormal experiences much deeper than I ever have but here's a real life experience I had while still a scn years ago. As I was dozing off one night I had the thought, "I wonder what (someone) is doing. I'll take a look." (I don't have any exteriorization ability, it was just a random thought that crossed my mind in that dozing off state.)

As soon as that thought came up BANG - JOLT - I got wacked back and I woke up. As usual with such things what actually occurred is open to speculation. Did the person detect my unannounced intrusion and kick me out? Just an unusual dream cycle?

Thinking about it now maybe it's a universal constant in the spiritual realm that you just don't intrude into someone's space unannounced any more than in the earthly realm I would barge into your house right now and see you at your desk or whatever. Maybe somehow I got taught a lesson. haha

Regarding your experience there are obviously negative entities and lost or distraught souls around so who knows.
 
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You have delved into these paranormal experiences much deeper than I ever have but here's a real life experience I had while still a scn years ago. As I was dozing off one night I had the thought, "I wonder what (someone) is doing. I'll take a look." (I don't have any exteriorization ability, it was just a random thought that crossed my mind in that dozing off state.)

As soon as that thought came up BANG - JOLT - I got wacked back and I woke up. As usual with such things what actually occurred is open to speculation. Did the person detect my unannounced intrusion and kick me out? Just an unusual dream cycle?

Thinking about it now maybe it's a universal constant in the spiritual realm that you just don't intrude into someone's space unannounced any more than in the earthly realm I would barge into your house right now and see you at your desk or whatever. Maybe somehow I got taught a lesson. haha

Regarding your experience there are obviously negative entities and lost or distraught souls around so who knows.
Maybe there are rules we sometimes forget, about not going outside our own personal universe space and invading another's viewpoint.
I've experienced this backlash when hovering into the crib of my nieces' newborn freshly home from the maternity ward. That was HER new body, her new space, her crib, her fresh future. Such a tiny thing to behold, lying there swaddled: but what a kickback signaling to stay away.. Got immediately hit by the worst flu virus I ever had in my life when departing her home. I intuited this to be a strong warning.....like a skunk's spray. LOL
 
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Not far at all ... many are tenants of very strung out staff members who are working at least two "wog" jobs in addition to their terribly serious and important cult posts. The exhaustion and distress is contagious, any form of BT exercise is just not going to happen.

Sea org BT's are also absolutely twatted 24/7 due to stress, regular all nighters and the constant thought of that billion year contract that they're stuck with, until their equally knackered landlord manages to do a runner. Severe embarrassment due to being trapped in the SO also makes them horribly lethargic and apparently many feel obliged to stay where they are to try and support their host who's forced to wear a silly sailor suit and pretend to be happy and enlightened all the time. That is very painful and upsetting to the average BT.

:dontgo:

Public cult BT's are slightly more relaxed and sometimes even able to jump a few centimetres on a good day, but are usually so confused and introverted due to absorbing the endless hubbard indoctrination and harassment by the aforementioned cult members that they rarely bother to try ... unless to attempt escape of course. A non cultic public gathering (ie a normal party) may tempt a few to make the leap, I've heard that a nice, hopefully sane, non scientologist looks very tempting to a cult trapped BT, understandably.

After thinking about it for almost two seconds I can see clearly (no pun intended) that BT's have the best deal really, all they have to do is hang on tight and that can't be too difficult because as we all know there's no amount of tin can grasping and silly question answering that is going to shift them!
Laughing again! That was quite a description of BT behavior.

Once in awhile somebody gives you a like on an old post and you go back to see what it was about. That just happened and I got another laugh from your "treatise". 5 out of 5 rating. Lol

Lots of other funny and interesting posts above.
 
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In the Fall of 1980, I was down in the recruiting office and they were sizing me up. Of course, I had been woking in a strip club as a waitress and they were thinking of ways I might still fit in.
I knew four org staff women who worked at strip clubs, as the only way to be on staff and earn enough money to survive on. One of them went on to join the SO and became an auditor.
 
I was awake enough to see that Sea Org members were repeatedly getting married and divorced so they could have sex. I think there was a bonus of better berthing.
1) You were only allowed married sex. Unmarried sex would get you RPF’ed. I was a member of a CommEv committee trying an SO couple who had sex before they married each other. I went around to their seniors and got statements that they were upstat so we could have an excuse not to RPF them.

2) If you weren’t married, you lived 8 to a motel room in triple decker bunk beds.

At one point I was considering proposing marriage to a girl just to get 2D berthing.
 
I knew four org staff women who worked at strip clubs, as the only way to be on staff and earn enough money to survive on. One of them went on to join the SO and became an auditor.
I noticed the that the heavy hitter registrars were all betrothed or secretly married to a wealthy person, or FCCI. I kinda sensed this at Flag with the reg, Judy Light who was supposed to be married to David. But, I think they were about to divorce. Same situation with Leah Abody, registrar at the then booming Mighty Miami. And same with the killer lookin Div 6 there. He secretly paired with a women 26 yrs older who owned a string of condos on the beach. Same with our ED who became a gigilo to the wealthy who owned lands along the St John's River. Same with the D of P who divorced his wife and married an old woman in St Pete Beach, who promptly bought his Ls.

And then, there was me, who met a rich patron while working at the pseudo Circus Circus in Orlando. He wanted to be introduced to the Land Base facility and tech. He owned several apt complexes in the Orlando suburbs. This poor guy really suffered for having offered me help. My ex from staff, jealously went to work to destroy and alienate him, and this was a high class gentleman. Rocky had millions and he wanted to get serious with me at 19......wanted to purchase things at the mission. The commission for sending my fella on to Flag services woulda been fat. Money and jealousy over sex interfered with faster progress on the Bridge.

A dumpster full of trash from the steakhouse was poured on his new custom designed cadillac while parked outside the nightclub.
Someone rammed into his car, broadside on another occasion, as he tried to cross to me from the horse track on the other side of the hwy.
Some one kept calling my boss to get me fired, saying they were an unhappy club patron who'd gotten a snotty cocktail server.
Bad things were placed into the front of my folder as a briefing on how terribly 'out ethics' I was. Didn't even know this until Frankie Freeman told me in Qual.

I was an FCCI, getting a review when an aide of Jeff Walkers sat me down to give me an R-factor about the above subject. She was telling me I wasn't acceptable material for their HGC. But, but but, I'd already been audited there a couple times. This time, however, the rollercoaster wasn't handling and I was wasting everybody's time. THEN she had the nerve to tell me, disgustingly, that she knocked on my door at 10 a.m. and nobody answered. I was on the 4th floor. I figured she went to the wrong room and told her so, as I am not awake yet then. I know I woulda heard her knock. I didn't get WHY this was such huge deal to her. In retrospect, she surmised I'd slept in a 'different' bed with some FCCI I spent time in the lounge with.

So much for sex and Scientology. Sex and money. Money and sex. Can't seem to keep the two apart.

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