Prayer for Lisa McPherson
* 1959             + 1995
Lord,
receive this young woman, Lisa McPherson,
who is now with You,
despite the many case supervisors and the OSA guards outside her door. 
She stands before You
in the company of Patric Vic, Konrad Aigner and all the others
who, in the search for Total Freedom,
found Death
as the victims of a malevolent organization. 
Lord,
You have known Lisa from the time she was born.
You know about her yearning for love and recognition,
her sorrow at her brother's murder and her father's suicide;
her joy at speaking with people,
her happiness in dancing,
her ambition to perform well,
and her readiness to devote herself fully. 
Lord, You know that:
She wanted to be free from her tortured memories
of the death of her father and brother
and from the terrible "why."
She wanted to clear up all her problems.
She dreamt of being clear,
of shaping her own future,
free from the shadows of her past.
For that she worked hard,
for that she earned much money, and
for that she paid much money. 
You know,
how seriously she took the Scientology technology;
but we also hear from friends who knew her
that she stayed human in an inhumane system,
and tried to help others,
even when her friendliness was to her own disadvantage. 
You know,
For how much she had to sell her personal dignity
to move forward on the Bridge of self-salvation:
her life was organized down to the most intimate details
according to the absurd regulations
of a science fiction and horror story author;
she had to write knowledge reports
for the greedy eyes and folders of the OSA intelligence agency
about herself and her friend.
About every kiss and each tender touch:
when, where, how often, for how long. 
Lord,
in this world of violence, confusion and false paths
You do not pronounce those guilty
who get lost and go down the false paths
in their search for the path of freedom,
but rather those who exploit and abuse,
seduce and ruin those people. 
Therefore forgive them and also us:
for our attempts to handle others,
for our false superiority,
for both our and our Scientology betrayal of our fellow man,
for our and our Scientology knowledge reports,
for subjecting ourselves to structures and organizations,
for our attempt, 
by total discipline and demands for obedience in advance,
to obtain a part of total control and power over our fellow man.
Forgive us for our pride and our sin of playing God. 
Lord, you know,
how she collapsed in despair
when her super-human Scientology abilities
came tumbling down after a traffic accident like a house of cards
You know, that she stripped herself naked in confusion
only to display her helplessness
only to find help at last. 
And after she had found the help of a friendly Samaritan
and was so close to professional assistance,
Scientology did not let go of her,
but fetched her from the life-saving station. 
Like an abused wife who must return to her tormentor,
so the organization got back its victim
with false promises.
Instead of aides and protectors, she found guards and tormentors.
Instead of consolation - isolation. 
Lisa was sad that she took her eyes off an object
- they wanted her to be the proof of the infallibility of Hubbard technology. 
Lisa wanted to find herself
- instead she found the "Introspection Rundown" 
Lisa wanted to dance
- instead she was tied to her bed 
She wanted to talk with someone
- but she could only talk to herself 
She was hungry for a friendly word
- instead of that she had silent overseers, 
  who were forbidden to talk to her, 
  who stuffed her mouth with sedatives
When she no longer wanted to be Clear
- she was drugged and sedated with Benadryl and Chloral Hydrate.
But Lord,
Lisa sought only help and protection.
There were not enough protectors and Samaritans in the hospital
and too many personnel on watch in the Fort Harrison Hotel,
in room 174 and outside her door;
Sometimes there were more guards than were needed,
to hold Lisa down when she defended herself.
There was also a woman guard
who herself broke down and cried. 
Lord, you know that:
While she was guarded and tormented,
and rendered powerless with drugs,
her Scientology friends plundered her bank account. 
Only after 17 days in the Fort Harrison Hotel
tormented and defiled,
covered with bruises and abrasions,
already bitten by cockroaches,
was she brought
- dead - 
to a hospital. 
As her body, at the wish of the Scientology organization
was immediately cremated,
- they told Lisa's family that she had died of infectious meningitis -
Scientology looters went through her residence,
wrote checks from her account,
stole her clothes,
and plundered the estate.
Lord, hear us!
Now they are taunting their victim,
by describing their injections of drugs as
"spiritual sustenance" and religious treatment. 
Lord,
her tormentors took down only a few sentences
of what Lisa said.
They did not understand them.
It was not important for them.
The words, indeed, came from inside Lisa. 
But You know everything that she said.
Let us also understand what Lisa meant
when, on the third day of her captivity she spoke of light
- completely contrary to Hubbard's teachings -
- whereby light is a trap of deception - 
- which leads only to an implant station -
Lord,
Let us understand what it means,
when she, contrary to all she had learned for 13 years, said:
"You have to follow the light, as light is life."
Lord,
Lisa only wanted someone
with whom she could speak
as one speaks with a friend.
Now speak with Lisa and all
who despair in their isolation,
Wipe their tears away.
Send them people as friendly protectors like angels.
Be a merciful Protector and Helper,
where people fail.
Answer Lisa's and our questions,
"For with thee is the fountain of life:
in thy light shall we see light." [Ps. 36,10]. 
Amen 
Berlin, 17 Sept. 2000 
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