Source: Advance! #17.

"Today was fantastic. I walked downstairs to get some coffee and the coffee machine was buzzing. So I put my hands out and moved them around the machine putting out beams to bounce back and thereby I could tell by watching the particle flow exactly where the error in the machine was. I found it and corrected the molecular structure of that area of the machine and the buzzing stopped.

Then I heard my air conditioner rattling so I looked at why it was rattling and it stopped.

I'm becoming much more at cause, I love it--like superman!"

--Michael Pincus, OT"

"When I was doing my Purification Rundown, I picked up the pictures of a being who was stuck in being a harness horse in earlier years.

"I located the garage where the being was- actually a converted horse barn. I got in communication with him and convinced him that since I was the only one who 'saw' him (his mock-up), I must know something. I got him to accept the idea of taking a human body and becoming aware. I showed him the Scientology symbol and cross. Then I directed him to a hospital where there was a new body. Later that evening I got communication from the being. He was with his new, loving family - and already forgetting he was a horse."

K.H. (Advance! issue 95, p.14)

"From Advance! 34, page 10: An O.T. Rescue

Tonight, as I ate my dinner, I became aware of a distress call. It emanated from some distance away and seemed quite urgent, involving some life-and-death situation. I pinpointed the source in the French countryside and went to take a look.

I found a peasant woman tied to a chair in a small building. She was surrounded by a dozen men whose intentions were obviously less than 'bon.' Her tone level was terror and the men appeared to be in sadism, punishing bodies, or something equally unappetizing.

Being without my body, I decided to handle the situation with pictures and emotions. So, I permeated the room with "fear of discovery" and pictures of the police closing in on the villains. Fortunately, at this same time there was a young couple coming down the road. Their noise and physical approach added reality to the pictures I was generating.

The 'bad guys' fell for the deception and fled, leaving the heroine alone in the room. Naturally they were caught a short time later when they blundered into the police.

As the woman was still tied and gagged, my job was not yet complete. So, installed curious feelings in the young man and girl and they wondered obligingly into the cabin where they rescued the woman and helped her back to her family.

All the way home and for some time after she kept streching her arms to the sky thanking me for saving her life. However, try as I would, I could not convince her that I was not 'God.' She could not grasp the term 'Scientology' and I finally settled for leaving here with the name 'Hubbard.' Perhaps, some day, she will find out for herself the magic I was trying to bestow upon here.

I hope so.

--Fred Roeschke, OT"

On Wed, 19 Feb 2003 06:20:48 GMT, "Feisty" <sunny@skytoday.com> wrote:

> From _Advance!_ 34, page 10: An O.T. Rescue
>
> Tonight, as I ate my dinner, I became aware of a distress call. It
> emanated from some distance away and seemed quite urgent, involving some
> life-and-death situation. I pinpointed the source in the French countryside
> and went to take a look.

Let me guess.... World War Two?

> I found a peasant woman tied to a chair in a small building.

Oooo, please tell me more!

> She was surrounded by a dozen men whose intentions were obviously
> less than 'bon.'

Was there, let's hope, *SPANKING* involved?

> Her tone level was terror and the men appeared to be in sadism,
> punishing bodies, or something equally unappetizing.

Was her bodice torn and hanging loosly from her bare, ivory shoulders?

Did her full, volumptuous lips quiver while she bravely faced her satyriasic masters? Did her heart beat with fright, and a hint of wild desire, within her well-adorned, rosy breast?

> Being without my body, I decided to handle the situation with pictures
> and emotions.

What, he mailed copies of _Playboy_ to France?

> So, I permeated the room with "fear of discovery" and
> pictures of the police closing in on the villains. Fortunately, at this
> same time there was a young couple coming down the road. Their noise and
> physical approach added reality to the pictures I was generating.

"The couple threw open the dorr, and joined in the shameless debauchery."

Er, well, that's how *I* would have written this silly fantasy. Please continue.....

> The 'bad guys' fell for the deception and fled, leaving the heroine
> alone in the room.

Except for Comte Donatien Alphonse François Poniard. His almost satanic good looks, dark, tall, and handsome, beat upon her flustered countenance like a living thing. Unbidden, her full lips parted in an unbridled longing she tried to name but could not. Cooly he towered over her while she tried to cover her bare, shamelessly errect nipples with her single free hand. A hopeless attempt at modesty: her ripe, bouncing breats heaved with teasonous desire under his dark gaze.

> Naturally they were caught a short time later when they
> blundered into the police.

Gendarme Jac Blazae' looked upon the disheveled, panting woman with a fierce desire of his own. He knew it was wrong; he knew a gentleman would never take advantage of the situation, nor his position of authority. Alas, the handsome Frenchman couldn't help himself: his precise mustache brisled and his mouth grew dry as he ran his gaze up and down her white, pink, naked flanks.

> As the woman was still tied and gagged, my job was not yet complete.

I should say not! Indeed!

> So, installed curious feelings in the young man and girl and they wondered
> obligingly into the cabin where they rescued the woman and helped her back
> to her family.

But first.... the threesome scene.

> All the way home and for some time after she kept streching her arms to
> the sky thanking me for saving her life.

Suddenly, from out of a troop ground transport, a handsome sailor leaped at her, leered like the drunken lecher he wss, and carried her off into the bushes!

> However, try as I would, I could
> not convince her that I was not 'God.'

But she insisted on crying out "Of god! Oh god YES! Of YES, god yes!"

as her eager sailor worked her body like a French horn.

> --Fred Roeschke, OT"

http://members.chello.nl/mgormez/fun/rescue.txt

Hell, my version is a lot more entertaining and a whole lote more believable.

---
"So, that's why chirstians are so nutty!" -- LC, Scientology spokesperson

My humble web page about Narconon: http://holysmoke.org/narconon/narconon.htm

From: "Feisty" <sunny@skytoday.com>
Subject: LRH Scripture Course Allows Man to Shrink
Organization: Tilton B. Sideways
Message-ID: <pqG4a.2843$fa.1043859@dca1-nnrp1.news.algx.net>
Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 07:32:37 GMT

Fred Fairchild OT VI Clear No. 49

As reported in "Success Beyond Man's Wildest Dreams!", Clear News, 6 (12 December 1969).

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