Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [57]
We went straight into tapes. The day shift staff filled us in on what had happened. The whole base had been completely flooded. The villas were flooded. The mountain above the G units turned to mud and flowed over the highway and straight into the G’s. Supposedly, at least two or three units were destroyed. There was damage all over the base from trees falling on cars, buildings and other structures. The rain had caused several million dollars worth of damage.
Just as we were getting filled in, we were told there was a mandatory muster in the dining hall for all crew.
This was never a good sign, the only time there were random musters called with all the crew was when someone was going to be roasted.
When we got there, hundreds of people were already clearing out the tables and chairs and moving them to the crew side. We were going to be piling into the officer side and standing as a group; the crew side was used for storage of the chairs and tables. The entire base was in the dining hall. Everyone was lined up by their individual organization. Gold was in front and all the others were lined up in back. There was a podium and microphone set up in front of the room facing us. This was for Dave Miscavige – COB RTC. He was going to address us.
After everyone had been accounted for and were all lined up, we waited there at attention for what seemed like forever. It was probably 10 minutes, but when you are standing there with the noose around your neck waiting for the hangman to throw the lever that drops the floor beneath your feet, time stands still.
The doors by the officer’s side shook a little. Dave Miscavige came storming in. He went up to the podium and started screaming at us. We were the heathens responsible, we had caused this flood, we were scum, we had sabotaged everything that he or LRH had ever tried to do, we were the reason security checking was developed, we were the reason the drug rundown was developed, we were the reason why the purification rundown was developed, we were scum, and the entire org was assigned a condition of Confusion! 15-minute meal breaks, no canteen privileges, no liberties, no nothing. And everybody automatically lost two Team Share cards and weren’t able to get them back until the entire organization was upgraded out of lower conditions.
He had yelled a lot of other things while we were standing there. It was so intense and loud that two crew members standing in line fainted while he was screaming. They literally fell over while standing there, passing out as they hit the floor.
Religious Technology Center staff filed in from all directions and passed out a goldenrod issue that had been printed up.
It was an official printed version of Dave Miscavige’s lashing without the vulgar profanities laced throughout. It also had a shopping list of all the things he wanted done in order for us to be upgraded from lower conditions. It was a list of all of the things that he had been trying to get done for years. Now that there was a flood, the list contained repairing all the damage the flood had done as well. One of the items on the list was that the Gauss line had to produce 50,000 tapes per week.
After the issue was passed out, COB stomped out and we all stood there motionless. Everyone was in shock. The place already sucked when we had all our “privileges” in place. Now it would really suck. The Commanding Officer told everyone to go back to their areas and write up their condition formulas. He gave us a pep talk about how if we did this standardly, we would be upgraded and