Newsgroups: alt.religion.scientology Subject: Re: **Biased Journalism** V3no7 Adventures of Keith Henson From: inForm@super.zippo.com (Rev. Dennis Erlich) Date: Sun, 21 Dec 1997 17:37:10 GMT -------- tilman@berlin.snafu.de (Tilman Hausherr) wrote: (shelley thomson) wrote: >>Dennis actually made his >>decision to leave the church after seeing a picket. Tilman: >Dennis? Can you tell us more about it? Was that the Bill Franks picket >you once told about ("They stole our church") ? I hate saying the same things over and over. The story of the Flag Missionholders Conference goes like this: I had come out of the RPF in 79 and was posted as a NOTs auditor immediately. This was a place of favor. I audited NOTs faster than anyone I know. Blowing cumulative clusters by inspection. [Someday I'll explain how it's done.] Anyway, life was cushy for the NOTs elite. $350/hr is what they charged the marks. VSD (value of services delivered) was one of the two most major stats at Flag, by Elrong's decree. (the other was, of course, GI) After the RPF, and the RPF's RPF, this felt like I died and went to heaven. An Eval was done which announced to all staff that I had been incorrectly found as the "Who" and that things had worsened on the internships since I had been removed and RPF'd. Next came the LRH Order which placed me back on post as Chief Cramming Officer, Flag, and placed the NOTs internship directly under Cramming. I was back in power. I got to choose who would be my NOTs Intern Sups (friends of mine, Ron Norton and Jessie Prince). I had my own word clearer. I had four, count them, four cabanas which looked out under the parking structure. I started feeling my oats again. Holly was born around this time. For the first few months of her life, she was daily in my cramming room with a crib behind my desk. Bethie would go to "school" and around 3 would come in. She was posted as my "admin and page." She would watch Holly in the drilling room, where she had a little desk of her own. The Way to Happiness came out. It appeared to me that Elrong had had a change of heart and was going to soften his approach. Bill Franks was posted as Executive Director International for Life by hiSSelf. David Mayo was given the post of Senior Case Supervisor, International; in charge of all tek. Because I knew that Ron had been in failing health, hopefully preparing to leave his empire in competent hands, I assumed the cult was moving in the right direction, finally. Franks put together a Mission Holders Meeting at Flag and ~invited~ all mission holders, past mission holders, declared mission holders, field auditors, squirrels and other major players to come together and "patch things up" so that we could all get on with flourishing and prospering up the bridge. I saw it as a wave of reform. The concept of reform staggered me. I was clearly back in power. I was friends with both Billy (as I called him - he called me "Meat") and David. Both respected me, to some degree. There were clearly things that needed reform. Less regimentation. Better pay. More family time (way to happiness). To really make the org hum and that staff in ARC . I saw it as my job to move things in those directions. The Mission Holders meeting was important enough to me to take time off my post, go over to the Sandcastle, and watch the show. Mostly they all complained about the intrusive management. Lack of sovereignty over their own investment and property: their Franchises. The sessions were video'd. The scienos failed to turn over the tapes to MoFo. After several days of these marathon group gropes, the consensus was formed to put forward a Directive over Bill Franks' signature, ordering WDC to come to CW and reveal who they were and from whence they derived their authority. They arrived, all right. Half a dozen big uniforms led by an asthmatic dwarf we all have come to love and know as Our Poodleboy, swept into the room. Norman Starkey introduced the poodle, who declared the Mission Holders Conference illegal and adjourned the meeting, dismissing its participants. The uniforms, again led by the poodle, escorted Bill out of the room. Everyone returned, dazed, to their business. Couple of weeks pass. One afternoon I heard whispers that Billy is picketing outside in front of the Greymoss Inn across the street from the FH. I go look, and sure enough. There he is, marching silently back and forth across the street. I am stunned. His sign says "THE SCIENOS STOLE MY CHURCH!" From what I found out later, he had been taken to Gillman Hot Springs in California, imprisoned, had escaped, and came back to CW to reclaim his position. The security guards would not let him in. He was declared a Suppressive Person. He had gone to the police to see if they could do anything regarding the takeover of his church, and been turned away. All he could do was march silently. So there's the story. It did leave an impression on me. But then so did the image of little white worms crawling out of my 2-year-old Holly's bum, after a few months in the disgusting scieno warehousing nursery. But that's another story. Rev. Dennis L Erlich * * the inFormer * *