Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [44]
Someone from Security would monitor all phone calls in or out of the base. If you wanted to make a phone call, you had to do a routing from and write a Completed Staff Work to get okay to do so.
If you wanted to drive a car, you had to do car school. Anyone who had not completed car school was not allowed to drive for any reason whatsoever.
If you got in an accident or got a speeding ticket, you were “off the road.” To get “back on the road” you had to re-do the part of Car School you missed or re-do the entire course if this had occurred on more than one occasion.
No documents of any kind were ever to leave the property. Nothing was to be taken home to berthing, under any circumstances. If you were caught with any kind of documents, you would instantly be assigned the lower condition of “Enemy.”
Nothing regarding one’s post or pertaining to the base could be spoken about while off the premises.
No local taxis could be used for transport.
No staff member was allowed to use any public transportation for any reason whatsoever. The only transport that was to be used was transport provided or personal transport if car school had been completed and proper insurance and registration were in place.
Anyone who left the base without authorization would be considered “blown”, the equivalent of what the military would refer to as AWOL.
Any breach of any of the security rules would result in a Treason Condition assignment or possibly assignment to the Rehabilitation Project Force depending on what you did.
After studying all the rules I was required to follow, I headed down to lunch. Becoming a bit paranoid by this point, I asked some of the guys at my table about these rules.
One of the guys laughed. He said that these rules were the new “relaxed” rules! “When I first came here, I was blindfolded and came in a van with blacked out windows. I was actually here for almost 4 months before I even knew where we were!”
Before I knew it everyone was piping in. “Six years ago when I first got here, if you drove to LA, you had to be trained on how to ‘lose a tail.’ It took three or four hours to make the 90 minute trip to LA with all of the detours one had to take to make sure there was no one following you!” one girl at the table stated.
“What about all the guns they used to have in the Main booth?” another girl asked as people started up about all the crazy stuff that went on.
“That’s nothing. When I first got here, no one could even leave the property for any reason at all. There were only one or two people that were even allowed to go off the property. I was here for one full year before I went anywhere outside the gate!” said a big burly guy before getting up to clear his plate.
It was starting to sound like a Monty Python skit. I could not tell if the guys were serious or joking. No one was laughing and no one appeared to be joking, but it sounded crazy, almost like a state penitentiary. Could they be telling the truth? As Tom and I headed to the bussing stations with our plates, he leaned over to me and said, “We really have it easy compared to the good ol’ days around here, huh?”
So they were NOT joking. Wow, maybe the whole place was paranoid.
As unbelievable as it seemed, I could see how they could think this way. Instead of comparing the security rules to the freedoms most civilian people had, they were comparing it to past Int Base Sea Org members. According to most of the staff who had been around for years, compared to past times at the Int Base, we were living in a veritable Disneyland!
After studying all day, I was heading home on the bus when Tom started telling me stories about people who had been at the base for years and how we had much more freedom than anyone before.
He told me, “In the early 1980s, Hubbard was being hunted by FBI, CIA, IRS, you name it. No one knew where he was. No one in Scientology knew where he was except a few people that worked directly with him or received advices from him.”
“Advices?” I ask.
“Yeah, you see LRH