Well today was really surrealistic. I was on Colorado Blvd. just down the street from the cult's business office near where that car dealership is and where the hydroponics supplies store is. The sandwhich shop that used to be there was replaced by a computer hardware shop which has been replaced with a hydroponics supplies shop. For some reason the shop has a string of water sprayers along the lip of the sidewalk creating a light mist of water right outside their shop and next door to the cult's business office so people walking along the sidewalk get watered from above. Bizarre.

This is the building where a passer-by saw an old woman inside the cult office screaming at an ashtray in the back ground behind the little counter like thing behind the glass windows where there were apparently a series of cheap tables set up (along with countless books.) Anyway...

I was walking into a shop a ways down the street and was followed in by a female who came out of the cult's office. Waxie complexion, about 20 years old, over weight. I got in behind a guy at the counter and she got in behind me. Since I thought she might have been told to follow me to see

what I was doing on the assumption the cultists' leaders recognized me, I turned around and told her, "The session starts now. Spot a spot on a wall

and put your finger on it."

I thought I'd get a "fuck you" or something like that but what the woman did was worse: she got out of line and walked to the wall behind us along where the door we came in through was and she put her finger on the wall and stared at it. The guy in front of me got his stuff and left, giving this woman a look.

The woman behind the counter got wide eyed and asked me what I did. I said I didn't do anything. She asked me what I said to her and I told her I told the woman to spot a spot and put her finger on it. The woman behind the counter got abusive and asked me what the fuck I was doing to her customers. I said, "She's a Scientologist." The woman behind the counter said, "Oh. From down the street?" Yep.

The woman on the wall was listening to this and turned around and yelled, "Who are you?! What are you doing?!" I asked her, "were you following me?" Her reply was, "I'm calling the police!" then she asked the lady behind the counter to call 911. The lady behind the counter said, "What?! What the hell is this?" or something like that. I asked the wall lady what crime she was going to report to the cops. In her best "Tone 40" she ordered me to wait there and she ran out the shop back to the Borg for instructions.

I turned around shaking my head and the lady behind the counter told me to leave or she would call the cops. When I stepped outside I didn't see wall lady or any of the Borg -- which is always nearly deserted anyway -- so I got in my car and drove down the street to a Baja Fresh that's close by.

I was damned surprised. I'd read the reports of people speaking the contents of OT3 causing people to scatter but apparently there's enough pliable suggestion resident in cult follower's heads that some of them will unthinkingly snap right back into a "course" when ordered to.

-- Listen to Scientology's insane "International President" nutter ranting insanely at http://www.linkline.com/personal/frice When scientologists are involved it raises the chances of business fraud by about 100 fold. -- Human Rights activist Mr. Keith Henson "Commodore Rimjob" available http://www.stationmp3.com/enturbulator

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