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"THE CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY"
THE GURU'S GULAGS
STORY OF AN ESCAPE
The first part of the book is the true story of an escape from one the
gulags of the most dangerous cults and certainly the most pettifogging
cult in the world.
This is of course the so-called "Church of Scientology". There is in
Florida (USA) a little town called Clearwater which has almost
entirely been squatted by the cult. Located at 210 S Fort Harrison Av,
"Flag", a big building from the thirties has become the Mecca of the
cult and tenderly shelters in its garage one the severest existing
gulags. The author prefers to remain anonymous for reasons that might
appear obvious even for one who had never been in contact with any
cult and much less with the conditions of internment characteristic to
those charming forced labor camps.
Moreover, the author chose to tell her experience from the moment she
became aware that her life was in danger and decided to flee.
Lastly, the author insisted on writing a text that could be easily
read by everyone; the text has therefore been stripped of all
technical jargon already existing in other works. In fact, the
emphasis was rather put on the human character of this experience
which is however dedramatized by a hint of humour here and there.
The text contains the reflections of the adept at the time of the
events but also the statements she makes 10 years afterwards.
No name, no date and save Clearwater-Flag no other place is
The second part is a compilation of testimonies/ affidavits from
Scientology victims about the cult gulags called RPF.
This story is dedicated to all victims of Scientology.
It is also dedicated to all victims of cults in general.
Anonymously posted on the web in May1997
1. The decision 3
2. Analysis of the trigger mechanism 6
3. What is the RPF? 8
What is the RPF's RPF?
4. A day in the RPF 12
5. An escape; directions for use 19
6. A goal; rebuild one self up 24
-RPF testimonies extracts listing 29
-Tonja Burden 30
-Hana Whithfield 31
-Dennis Erlich 34
-Ann Rosenblum 35
-Monica Pignotti 38
-Larry Wollersheim 42
-Stacy Young 43
-David Mayo 45
-André Tabayoyon 46
-Mental control techniques listing 47
used in the RPF
When one falls, one never falls well.
Alexandre Dumas son.
1. The decision.
To Flee, I must flee, but how? I don't know, I 'll find a way, I must
leave from here, that's it, I have to think...
how could I do it, without money,without passport or leave with my
hands in my pockets? yes, then we'll see...
No, no, concentrate, concentrate, make a plan, there, calm down I need
a plan, they know I want to leave but I just mentionned it once only
once, they didn't take me seriously, I am plain and docile they don't
really suspect me, she'll break one day that's what they think...
All the better for me, all right, I can think, I manage to reason,
good girl... A plan, I need a detailed plan to get myself out of here,
to leave and leave fast before they suspect it, and without being
impeached, to leave before I find myself with chains in my feet, for
God sake! it isn't even a metaphore...
This is the inside speech of an adept on the verge to flee from what
she would have never suspected to be a cult. The sole idea of it would
have never driven home though she doesn't question her profound
beliefs yet. It's a fixed idea, obsessive. To leave, it's just a
matter of survival.
A question often asked is the following: " But what happens in the
head of those people?" I don't know but I do know what happened in
In my concern to truth and accuracy I'll try to reproduce, analyse and
put the most coherent words on thoughts that followed a tortuous
course at the time. This jerky speech is volontarily written in a way
a purist would qualify as clumsy or stupid.
This is not a schoolish work nor it is a pleasant essay an academic
would have imagined one night fairly bored... This is not an imagined
stylistic composition; everything here is true. Trying to translate a
disturbed state of mind aquired by a severe ten years indoctrination
is not an easy task. An adept who suddenly decides to run away from a
sect it is pathetic indeed, but the wonderful paradox relies in the
fact that despite the promised damnation, treaths, exclusion, fear,
absolute loss of all her goods, absence of landing place, of job, of
family, and diplomas making it almost impossible to find a working
place in society , despite all that and much more, the wonderful
paradox is that this adept has not lost her free will and chooses
Yesterday they told me:- You want to leave? Then you no longer belong
to our group. You must wait in another group, follow me.
I followed him shattered; so there was another group? worst than this
one? That could not be. Let's see it after all that time in the gulag
without realizing there was also the gulag's nick?
I finally knew where they were taking me years afterwards ( see ch 3)
I had to crawl through a narrow door and walk bent along a tunnel
where humidity would rise to my throat. I arrived to a maze of ways on
which I had not have the "honor" to work on yet per the motto:" One
job, one place, one time." That is to say, fully comply with orders,
without flinching as a convict on forced labor on a rhythmical pace
with no right for pause or even talk with no salary -only a detail-
for a fixed ten long hours everyday. The rest of the time, five hours
were reserved for "study" let it be understood by the word study
"special gulag indoctrination" only reserved to recalcitrant adepts of
the sect (i.e RPFers).
A door opened on a dark and stinking space. something was moving in
the back, I thought there were rats and it almost made my stomach
heave. My eyes getting acustomed to the dark, I saw an unbearable
sight. In the back, a form, then a woman, in her thirties, feverish,
the entire body poured with sweat was wearing chains. She had a chain
about twenty inches long linking her two ankles so she had to do small
hasty steps. She was performing an imprecise and nasty job which I
still fail to grasp the sense but it seemed that among other tasks she
was pouring water in and out. We found ourselves in a place that might
have been a sort of laundry place with machines and pipes everywhere.
I guess the kind of place situated on the basements of hotels. The
- So, you'll work here until new order is given.
The poor woman hadn't even paused, made no comments but slightly threw
me a glance. We were suffocating, the stink was nauseating, my
"promotion" frankly worrying and perspectives of survival quite
alarming. Left alone I ventured staring at her chains:
- Where the hell are we?
She hesitated. I insisted:
- Why are you chained?
She answered very fast.
- This is the RPF's RPF. ( RPF's hole) I need to rehabilitate myself
in order to go back to the RPF (detention camp and forced labor) which
is my group.
- I don't understand, you were already in the RPF, weren't you?
- Yes but I have been assigned to the RPF's RPF because I have failed
to uphold the duties of my group which is the RPF.
The poor woman looked so wretched. She kept mechanically repeating
those sentences. She was quite obviously disturbed. Her look was blood
red out of fear and out of distress...I had never seen such a look; a
gaze from a hunted animal.
- I'm not supposed to talk I have to work don't ask any more questions
- Wait a minute I said; he's gone, tell me how long will you be
Her face terror-stricken and the shadows under her eyes emphasized a
deep fatigue. Her legs were floundering in blackish waters. She was
extremely dirty and both her physical and psychological states were
-He'll come back, they know everything, I can't stop I must not stop.
I looked at her powerless and remained silent. I let myself glide
along some wall where I could stay dry. Crouched down I meditated on
the fact that I had touched the bottom of insanity.What had that poor
woman done? That night I found out that she had sent a letter to her
husband - member of the cult, revealing some details on the RPF. One
is not supposed to talk about the gulag. She had violated the gulag's
law of silence. It is exactly at this moment that I decided to leave
the RPF's RPF, the RPF, gulags, holes, nicks and other detention camps
and as I was at it, the entire cult.
The next day I left this nightmare.
Guess if you can, choose if you dare
2. Analysis of the trigger mecanism.
Because of the incriminatory atmosphere I secretly built a plan
structuring it the best that I could in three essential parts.
A: to recover my passport and to elaborate a strategy in order to do
it without drawing attention and ensure I had someone to fall back on,
just in case.
B: to find the money to buy my ticket plane and pay the services of a
taxi-driver to help me out also just in case .
C: Get sufficient rest to serenely face many a peripeteia and succeed
in my escape.
Yes, to escape, that's what it was all about! I suspected I would be
forced to remain If I insisted on my routing out the SO (leaving the
Sea- Org) I had sensed that terrible sanctions would be imposed on me
if I ever failed to succeed from the first time. And I was utterly
right; years afterwards I found out from ex- members' affidavits,
testimonies and books how they suffered being imposed sanctions and
were illegally kept against their will! One is not free to leave from
a cult's gulag, one has only the right to submit to illegal military
discipline. And they call themselves a CHURCH?
As far as I was concerned, I remember very clearly that I refused to
continue to "play the game" ( their words for conquering the planet!)
That wasn't a game; that was plain slavery. I was no longer willing to
accept those horrendous living conditions until my "redemption" from
the RPF occured and whose criterias were highly hypothetical. I
refused to expose my body and my soul to unknown practices, RPF's
secret pratices which were the opposite of those for which I had
joined the so-called "elite group"(Sea-Org). Constraints, threats,
humiliations of all kind didn't have the expected hold on me. They
just could not manage to terrorize me. I had seen the devastating
psychological effect of staff-members- some were friends, coming out
from outragous "ethical handling" (basically mental manipulation
accompanied by humiliating punishments) I have witnessed at least two
cases of hysteria coupled with sobbing as a result of "ethics
handling". I therefore knew that the last thing I wanted was to mess
up with "ethics" and usually agreed with whatever was ordered to me
until now (I did not hold a responsability post) I just sucessfully
avoided those cross examinations called "security-cheks" followed by
endless confessions. Most of them were fictional since in order to
have a bit of peace they were reduced to invent every kind of imagined
crimes - at least three people talked to me about that. So I could get
away from those mad practices because I never openly expressed any
disagreement or opposed a categoric refusal. Somehow, I always managed
to bypass the enemy without much damage that is, as long as I had
faith. My rebellion was inside of me. But now, I was forced to bend
and suffer through the "sec-cheks"(endless interrogatory Gestapo like)
since I was in the RPF and that was just inacceptable. I had the weird
feeling that If I didn't make it to leave right after my decision I
would never be able to do it afterwards. With the passing of time, I
realize how right I was; many adepts have eventually succumbed because
they lacked the courage or the strength to escape in time before
efficient and rotten disinformation and brainwashing practices being
applied to them. The words for those tools? "false data stripping" and
" false purpose rundown". In fact, they are thought reform tactics
twined by lists of mandatory confessions of all the crimes existing in
the "time-track". (also see Tabayoyon testimony extract) In other
words, the person is to confess his supposed crimes committed in every
supposed previous life!!! At this level of advanced indoctrination the
poor chap either falls over a robotic submission close to the zombie
either he topples over madness. Without mentioning of course " reverse
auditing" or "black dianetics" consisting in applying elaborated
mental tortures and mind control techniques. Those techniques are
common place in the RPF. And yet, for a ten year-period, I had never
heard of them, in or out the cult. Never heard of the RPF's RPF
either. Oh yes, secrets are well kept by a handfull of cult leaders
next to hubbard or miscavige, ready to command, apply or be in
collusion with their gurus. Some high executives have been dismissed
and repudiated after an entire life devoted to a chimerical cause.
They have been subdued to those shameful practices and they talked.
Overwhelming testimonies concur and they all agree on the devastating
effect of mind control tecniques. Those testimonies are all to be read
on the Web (Internet)
I repeat that those practices were unknown to me before joining the SO
( organisation formed by the so-called elite, chosen people bonded by
a billion years contract) as from the majority of the members. But as
a witness in the RPF of numerous practices against the dignity of man-
I'll talk about it later- added to the revolting conditions of
detention endured during my imposed imprisonment period forced to
slave away regardless elementary security rules not to mention the
work laws or family laws, I have had the immense "luck" to feel what I
call the trigger mecanism; I was suddenly aware of all I had not been
aware before. When I saw that terrorised woman wearing chains, I
realised all of a sudden the horrifying lie in which I was trapped. I
could have howled like a wounded animal. Personal failure is all the
more cruel since it is an intellectual rape added to a real psychic
suffering. I had then sacrified everything I had for a vast scam?
There is only one thing I am proud of; I kept my head and remained
strangely calm on the moment I felt that my life was nothing but
emptiness. I said to myself:- My God they'll make me wear chains if I
don't leave. I won't bend. I am not a criminal. I am not willing to
accept degradation. I don't understand what is going on but there will
be time enough to find out in due time. Now I must leave.
That is what I thought, heart aching for the decision was not an easy
I am intimately convinced that had I not reacted at the crucial moment
it would have been a point of no return.
3. What is the RPF?
What is the RPF's RPF?
As I have already said, one is not free to leave the RPF, one must
escape from the RPF. One would be tempted to say it is a prison
whereas detention conditions and current rules in use in industrial
countries prisons would be similar to those existing in Club Meds
(French vacations clubs located on paradisiac beaches) compared to
RPF's detention conditions. Gulag is the word, military detention
camp, forced labor camp, re-education camp.
People abusingly sent to those camps are cult adepts who would begin
to ask questions about finances or about workability of technical
pratices. Someone (registrar) not bringing enough money or someone who
would have rightly called his senior in rank a fool, someone who would
have decided to have sex with his or her chosen one by- passing a
prior authorisation, even more serious someone who would want to leave
In the "Modern Management Technology Defined", p. 441, from Hubbard we
can read among other obscure definitions the following:
" The RPF has been created by the Commodore (the guru had self- named
that title) so that redemption can occur".
Redemption from latin redemptio meaning redeem. Redeeming or being
redeemed, deliverance or rescue especially from evil ways. (Oxford
There is a Flag Order (policy) 3434RB, 7/1/ 1974, called "The
Rehabilitation Project Force" about 10 pages long which is
confidential and is not to be found outside the RPF. It consists
mainly of the RPF rules of which nobody can have a free access to that
delicious reading - Here are the broad lines.
Roughly speaking, the person not only is fallen from rank but also
from his civil rights, social rights and even family rights. The
RPFer-as he/she is called- is not allowed to live with his/her spouse
and children, is not to have a sexual relationship even with husband
or wife. He/she can't use a car or a bicycle, can't talk to people
unless being spoken to. The RPFer is some sort of sub-class man
deprived from freedom of speech. The person only receives a third of
his pay which is already quite meager and finds him/herself with 4 or
5 dollars a week if no other disciplinary sanction has been taken
against him/her. The person must take meals segregated from the rest
of the group provided that the meals are consisted of leftovers from
other's meals. The person must sleep in the worst accomodations and
must put on black and dirty clothes on. A distinctive mark; the person
is to wear a black ribbon to signify he/she is ostracized. (P. 302 on
the admin dictionary: " personnel without privileges of etiquette").
The RPFer is to answer" yes sir " to any communication adressed to
him/her ( even a woman) is not allowed to walk but must run at any
time. The RPFer must slave away 7 days per week, 10 hours a day with
30 minutes a meal, 3O seconds for a shower and must suffer special
gulag indoctrination 5 hours every day. The RPFer is to perform the
hardest work of renovation and menial work. It can consist in falling
down a wall by a section (name given to a small group of RPFers)
formed by young ladies- one of which might be pregnant- but who cares
if she has an abortion in the "process" (as it already happened) Or it
can be the garbage detail which is quite hard when one has a fragile
morphology and even dangerous without gloves, without adequate
clothing or a garbage collector training! The RPFer is denied the
right to question anything whatsoever. If anything else than "yes sir"
should unluckily go out from his/her mouth, the RPFer would immediatly
be ordered to run preferably under a blazing sun around a tree or a
pole for an unlimited number of laps - only deciding the " garde
chiourme" in charge until RPFer's complete and total allegiance is
The "Running Program" is the severest punishment. It consists of
running for 8 hours long around a pole until the person becomes a
robot. Constant watch over is kept and no privacy is tolerated. A
"twin" ( buddy or rather companion in misfortune) is assigned to
him/her. It is a very efficient system to keep control of the RPFer
moreover, it is quite Machiavellian; each one keeping a close eye on
the other one does not allow solidarity.
The RPFer has no day off, no spare time, no music, no radio, no games,
in short he can only hope to achieve his "program" decided "up lines"
whose long-lasting period can reach years. An average from 3 to 4
years would be quite respectable...
Anyhow, let it be quite plain to everyone it 's by far preferable to
be emprisoned anywhere else except perhaps in China, North Corea or
To whom adore exact references here are some real gems of the gulag's
famous interne ruling. It is a 10 pages long Flag Order called The
Rehabilitation Project Force 3434 RB, 7 January 1974.
" A member of the RPF is a member of the RPF and nothing outside of
it, till released." (sic)
Do we have to conclude that being emprisoned, the member of the RPF no
longer belongs to mankind and will only regain his human condition
Follows a catalogue of restrictions. The first list is entitled:
"Restriction of RPF from Flag crew" , which is followed by a list
called: "The RPF do NOT * (sic) whose turn comes to a long list with a
charming title: " PERSONAL RESTRICTIONS AND PENALTIES" *(sic) on
number 17, it is written: " And if dismissed from the Sea Org is to
sign a confession of his crimes before leaving the Base."(sic)
There are 45 restrictions and penalties in this Flag Order.
However, out of benevolence, the guru Hubbard established a very thin
list of personal rights. One of which is: 4. "Normal meals providing
no crew member is in any way deprived thereby." (sic)
Nonetheless, it is not specified whether the RPFer has the personal
right of normal sleep too...
The Motto of the RPF is:
THE RPF IS WHAT WE MAKE IT. *(sic)
THE RPF IS WHERE WE MAKE IT. *(sic)
The Stable Datum fot the Unit is:
ONE JOB, ONE PLACE, ONE TIME. *(sic)
Those 3 sentences are regularly shouted during the 3 daily mandatory
There are at least 4 RPFs:
1) Flag in Clearwater, Florida
2) PAC (Pacific area) Los Angeles, California
3) "Happy Valley" Hemet, California (desert)
4) Copenhagen, Denmark
As far as RPF's RPF, that would be the equivalent of French
oubliettes, English donjons, Roman galleys; extremely hard to survive
on it. Conditions are unbelievable, only worthy a 18 century novel.
It's the gulag's nick. The person cannot but start praying because
within such poor conditions he/she can maybe resist 3 months that is,
if he/she is in very good health condition from the very start.
We can find the definition of RPF's RPF in the Admin dictionary p.451.
It is a dismaying one;
"RPF's RPF: the following restrictions are applied to members:
1)Segregated from other RPF members with regard to work, messing,
berthing, musters and any other command activity.
5)May only work in mud boxes in the E/R may not work with RPF members.
6)Six hours sleep maximum
8) Standard ethics penalties that apply to them to be tripled for each
offense they are found guilty of, until they fully join the RPF of
their own determinism.
9) May communicate only with RPF MAA.
10) May not join RPF fully until acceptable amends made to all RPF
The first RPF's RPF assignment was made because the person was unable
to recognize a need for redemption or any means to affect it. Until
such time as the person recognize this need and of their own
self-determinism requested to be included in RPF redemption actions,
the restrictions applied."
End of quote.
I am dirty. Lice are eating me away. When they see me, swines puke.
Lautréamont, Maldoror' Songs
Next parts will be posted as followups to this one
I'd prefer to die speaking my mind than live fearing to speak.
The only thing that always works in scientology are its lawyers
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