Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [19]
This lasted for several months before it happened. The Sea Org recruiters came to the Delphi campus. They were interviewing all the staff, but not students. There had been some stink about recruiters stealing students from the school and the school, even though it was very low on the Scientology hierarchy chart, still had balls enough to keep them from talking to students on the school campus. Also these recruiters had come from ABLE, so the school was forced to let them do what they wanted. ABLE stands for Association for Better Living and Education and was over Applied Scholastics which was itself over Delphi and to whom they paid licensing fees for using the L. Ron Hubbard materials. Since I was still a “student,” I would be off limits.
Two people from ABLE were interviewing staff one at a time. They were there for days. Every day, they cycled through staff members and some people wanted to join, but did not qualify for some reason or other. The recruiters gave these unqualified people “Project Prepares”, which were essentially a list of actions that if done made them eligible for the Sea Org. After they had been there for a few days, I realized that my current landlord, Linda, had previously mentioned that she was unqualified for the Sea Org and had thought about joining before. Sure enough, when I got home that night, she was all excited. I knew it was coming. It was like the force that I could never get away from. I was going to have to warn people that if they let me live with them, that they would automatically be joining the Sea Org within the next few months. Sure enough, the words came out of her mouth.
“I have a new “Project Prepare.” I will be able to join the Sea Org in a couple of months!” Linda exclaimed happily.
“That’s great!” I said, thinking that I could one day sell my “living services” to Sea Org Recruiters all around the world. I could be on a contract and just live with people they wanted to get in. They would support me and in turn, I would send people to them every few months. It would be the same as what I was already doing, but I would get compensated for it. I thought that this was a great idea although it did not solve the issue at hand. I was back to having no place to live. I could always find another place to shack up, but then I might need a car, it might be further away. Not that many staff lived close to the school. I was at my wits’ end. I had moved every few months and it was beginning to take its toll on me. I was broke already. My list of friends was getting smaller and smaller as I lost the ability and funds to go out and have fun like everyone else. I was 15 years old. The only things I should have been thinking about was how I was going to clear up my acne and get laid. And here I was trying to figure out how to make next month’s rent, eat and then maybe, if I was lucky and still had some money left, somehow get laid.
The next day when I got done with my morning study session, my boss told me that the recruiters were waiting to see me.
My boss was Rona Bowles. She seemed very nice. I liked her a lot. She seemed to be doing well for herself. Her husband was Tim Bowles. He was a partner at this local law firm Bowles & Moxon. They did all sorts of cases for Scientology and they had money. The other partner at the firm, Ken Moxon was married and his wife worked at Delphi too, Carla Moxon. Their daughter, Stacey, and their son went to Delphi, too.
“I thought I was off limits to them!” I told Rona.
“Just go talk to them for a few minutes,” she said.
I went. They were using an empty office at the school that had a VCR and TV in it and were showing videos to people. I walked in and said that I only had a few minutes. It was a woman and her husband, Martha and Boris Levitsky. They were different than other recruiters I had run into. They were not like the Sea Org