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Since some of the materials which describe the $cientology cult could be considered to be copywritten materials, I have censored myself and The Skeptic Tank by deleting any and all possible text files which describes the cult's hidden mythologies. I have elected to quote just a bit of the questionable text according to the "Fair Use" legal findings afforded to those who report. - Fredric L. Rice, The Skeptic Tank, 09/Sep/95 -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- From news.interserv.net!news.sprintlink.net!howland.reston.ans.net!Germany.EU.net!zib-berlin.de!unlisys!usenet Wed Jul 12 09:49:18 1995 Path: news.interserv.net!news.sprintlink.net!howland.reston.ans.net!Germany.EU.net!zib-berlin.de!unlisys!usenet From: tilman@berlin.snafu.de (Tilman Hausherr) Newsgroups: alt.religion.scientology Subject: Children and Scientology Date: Tue, 11 Jul 1995 21:03:10 GMT Organization: Xenu's Ranch Lines: 71 Message-ID: <3tup0c$5d2@unlisys.unlisys.net> Reply-To: tilman@berlin.snafu.de NNTP-Posting-Host: tilman.berlin.snafu.de X-Newsreader: Forte Agent .99.82 "RonFreud" posted us what he thought a "cute story" reported by Mark Pope. (BTW, Mark Pope is the one who invented the "Volunteer Minister" story in Japan). Mark Pope asked "Anyone beat that" ? Yes. Here's the story of "Tony". Mark is quite deluded (Stockholm syndrome as its best). I don't know if I should be sorry for him or make fun of him. Decide this for yourself. [schnip] (from Corydon, "Messiah or Madman", Barricade Books, 1992, U.S) The four-year-old boy could no longer cry. He had been nearly 48 hours in the chain locker of the flagship _Apollo_ and his entire body was aching from his efforts to chip off rust. His knees and hands were raw with cuts and bruises. His voice was raspy from crying, and he was desperately afraid. He was constantly making resolutions to never, never again eat the Commodore's telexes - the most recent crime of which he had been accused. Little Tony had entered the chain locker through the tiny manhole that led to it. The metallic sound as the lid slammed shut sounded final somehow. The space was cramped for even his small body, and he was enveloped by darkness. It was wet in there and very, very scary. The chains of the ships' anchor took on the dimensions of a monster. At one point a rat scuttled by him squealing. He was sure he was going to die. The thin strips of yellow paper coming from the telex machines, like streamers of birthday party confetti, had been just too tempting. It had been so boring and serious, with everyone working constantly; but these strips of paper seemed to be enticing Tony to play. He put them in his mouth and pretended they tasted sweet, like chewing gum. The Commodore had been outraged, and just the fact that this person had a young body was in no way going to prevent him from administering the appropriate penalty. [Footnote:] This scene is reconstructed based on converstations with Tony's mother, and with others on the ship at the time. Little Tony was "out eithics," a "down stat" (someone who didn't produce adequately for the group - or who produced bad products - and thus, had "down statistics"). [p. 27] Tony's mother had left him in the care of another Sea Org woman while she was gone on a "mission" to "raise the stats" of an ailing land organization. When she returned she was shocked to discover that her son had been placed in the chain locker. She was "handled," however, with explanations about how "out ethics" and "down stat" Tony had been. "He is really a very old thetan with a young body," she was told. "He should not be permitted to use that young body to stir up sympathy." [p. 29] --- Tilman Hausherr [Awards: KoX, DB, Koos "seal of approval"] biz: (company page) home: Praise Xenu, Mozilla and "Bob"! (and say "Hi" to Warren McShane !)

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