Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [53]
There was always a bunch of people every so often who would lose it and either blow or say they wanted to leave. The few that got away we would never see again. We would hear rumors about how they were in jail or living on the street. The ones who were caught would be made dishwashers or assigned to a job that no one would ever want to do or get assigned to the Rehabilitation Project Force.
I had not done many services as a public Scientologist and had not completed any major levels. I had done the Purification Rundown and some other introductory services before becoming an employee and that was about it. One day, I was told that I might be able to get some auditing. I was not that excited about doing it and was much more interested in doing car school. I thought that driving would be much more fun than auditing. I was pressured to do the auditing first and was told that this was a “once in a lifetime opportunity.” I was given a short interview on what I was doing and how work was going; I was instructed to go up to the Villas. The Villas is where Religious Technology Center was located at the time. I was told to go see the Inspector General Ethics, Marty Rathbun! When I went up there, I was met by a staff member who led me in to see Marty. I sat down in front of his desk. He started off by saying that I was one of only two people on the entire base who was qualified to receive this auditing. He told me that I was not allowed to tell anybody about my auditing. I was not to tell my co-workers, I was not to tell my family members, nobody. I would be going in session every day and under no circumstances was I to be un-sessionable on any given day. I would be doing this for weeks and I would have to do whatever was needed so that I could go in session at the same time each day. He told me that all of my seniors were briefed that I would be on “study” on a special program and that Religious Technology Center would be directly overseeing my progress.
This was a lot to swallow in one go. I was a bit shocked by it all, but nevertheless, I was game. Oh, yeah, one other thing, my auditor was going to be Tom Cruise. The penny dropped. Staff had been working day and night for weeks to get the houses (G Units) ready where Tom Cruise would be staying. It explained all the flowers being planted down by the G Units. He was supposedly coming to stay at the base for several weeks or months and was bringing Nicole Kidman with him. It was all starting to make sense now. Tom Cruise was coming to do his Academy Levels. He was going to do his auditor training and he needed someone to audit and this person had to be very low on the bridge. That was me.
I went back to post and worked all night like I always did. The next day was the big day. I came in for dinner like I always did. I ate and then after dinner muster instead of going up to the course room like everyone else, I headed over to Studio One.
As I walked up to the conference room, Tom was standing outside in the hallway.
“Hello, I am Tom,” he said. He grabbed my hand with one hand and grabbed my arm with the other. Double handshake. Okay.
I thought to myself, sure, like I’m going to say, “What’s your name?” Of course you are Tom Cruise! Everyone knows who you are.
“I’m Marc,” I said.
“Hey, Marc, nice to meet you. Come on in.” Tom led me into the conference room. My eyes scanned