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recruiters at all. They did not wear Sea Org uniforms. They were on a “Project” from ABLE. They told me that the Association for Better Living and Education was different than other Sea Org units. As our meeting progressed, I got more and more interested in what they were talking about. I had seen Sea Org members for years and hated that they had no money, no time to themselves and lived with fifty other people in filthy rooms that were overcrowded. I wanted nothing to do with that. ABLE staff got minimum wage, they did not live with other Sea Org members at the Complex. They lived in normal apartments nearby. They also did not work in “Orgs”, they worked in schools and Narconon Drug Rehabilitation Centers and other places just like I was working at Delphi. They also said that ABLE staff did not have to wear Sea Org uniforms like other LA Sea Org members. They showed me a video of Narconon Chilocco. It was this huge Indian Reservation in the middle of Oklahoma. They said that if I wanted to, I could work at Chilocco. I would have my room and board taken care of, I would get paid a few hundred bucks per week and I could do whatever I liked and would still be helping people.

Also, because I was almost 16, I could stop going to school legally and would no longer have to worry about that.

I seriously considered doing this. No more school. No more housing issues and I would still make some cash. I would not have to do all the Sea Org stuff I hated and I could go off and be at Narconon Chilocco and help people get off drugs. Doing this would solve so many problems at once. The recruiters made it seem like the solution to all of the problems that I had. If I was getting paid minimum wage and having my expenses paid for, I could save up and get some good work experience. I had been “living on my own” for a few months at best. I decided that I would join. I was going to Chilocco!

Chapter Three – Work Hard

I had a day or two to pack up my stuff, sort out my paperwork and make arrangements I needed to make before starting the EPF. The Estates Project Force.

I had a few boxes of clothes and some records and a stereo system. I packed all that stuff up and Martha and Boris hauled it all over to the Association for Better Living and Education in Hollywood.

I was taken around to meet the staff. Everyone there seemed all happy, everyone was in suits and ties, there was one guy who said he went to Delphi Oregon and that I was doing the right thing. The building looked to be just recently renovated. I myself had never even heard of the building, the Association for Better Living and Education or any of this a week prior.

So I signed some papers and then I was off to do the Estates Project Force (EPF). I signed a contract that said I was going to be in the Sea Org for the next billion years, literally. Like there is some kind of enforcement arm of the Sea Org that is going to track me down in the next life?

The Estates Project Force is essentially one’s introduction into the Sea Organization. You learn the theory behind the Sea Org, the basic operational procedures, the do’s and don’ts and concurrent to that you do heavy manual labor. The stated idea behind the heavy manual labor part of it is that a Sea Org member is supposed to be able to do any task assigned, no matter how menial and despite the fact that normal people would never want to do it. If you make it through the program successfully, you become an official Sea Org member.

A girl named Veronika Kegel was my new buddy and she was the one I would report to until I finished the EPF. I signed the paperwork, including the billion year contract and she informed me that I was going back over to the Complex.

“Wait a minute! What do I need to go to the Complex for?” I asked.

“Well, that is where the EPF gets done,” Veronika explains to me.

“Wow, that really sucks, this place is nice, I should just do it here,” I said.

“That’s probably why it is NOT done here!” she happily replies as we headed off to the elevators.

Up until this time, I had always regarded the Complex as