The unusual system of Scientology ethics was pushed upon me very quickly.

The Scientologists did not punish me severely for my first transgressions, but subjected me to gradually increasing, insidious control.

Actually, because of not following Ron Hubbard's instuctions word for word during an exam, or for daring to doubt several of his claims, the Ethics Officer compelled me to re-study these same texts, sometimes along with the umpteenth revision of the list of the Errors and Sole Sources of the Nonfunctioning of Scientology (sic). Eventually the Ethics Officer also ordered that I do additional courses (Life Repair) ... at my own cost!

One day when we were studying in the course room, we heard cries that came from the entrance to the church, louder and louder, and then an employee appeared and yelled "all hands", [English words] which I did not understand. This order actually means that every Scientologist must render assistance, physically, and if necessary, at the risk of life and limb. All students rushed in the direction of the entrance and threw the person out, manu militari, who was causing this disturbance: he was actually a disgruntled student who was demanding a refund for the umpteenth time. Since I did not obey this order, the Ethics Office immediately summoned me and told me, at my cost, to do the Ethics Course, in order to make up for my error, and he forbade me the continuation of any other course.

During my training visit to Clearwater, Florida, under the pretext that the courses there were of better quality, the Ethics Officer there also ordered me to do the course over again, and naturally, at my own expense.=

In order to avoid this, I told the salespeople, who incessantly plagued me and threatened to have me banned from taking higher courses, that I preferred being in an organization in Europe, where I could be closer to my family, to which I added that I had only come to the USA to take the upper level courses, and if that were not to be the case, then I would not lose any time catching the next flight home. To my relief I was able to convince them. But I saw many Europeans who were lured into this trap after they arrived to the USA.

Becoming gradually entangled in a system with steadily rising obligations, I eventually understood that I would have to avoid showing any difference of opinion, and especially, to allow correction of my actions without disputing the least of my mistakes.

As far as punishment goes, Scientology also used other means of compulsion on anyone who did not have money. During my stay in the USA, for instance, I saw how minority-age children had to go distribute flyers for Scientology in the neighboring streets in order to accumulate points for their courses. Also a female friend of mine told me that her son had to clean the toilet with a toothbrush. I also saw a director of this organization who had been sentenced to eating scraps out of the kitchen, moving at doubletime and wearing a black armband, without having the right to speak, and no one was allowed to speak to him.

So much for the declaration of the style of training and indoctrination of this cult!

Then one day, after numerous interludes and trips from one Scientology organization to another on account of lack of qualified personnel, at my own expense of course, there came two appointees from the special unit (Guardian Office) to ask me what I thought about suppressive persons (those who criticize Scientology, for example), and, over the course of hours, what actions, in my opinion, would a good Scientologist commit. Through this discussion I understood that I, in order to keep the respect of the group and to be able to continue Scientology therapy (that is the reward, because adherents are thrown out for the least bit of contradiction or criticism of the organization), would have to apply the policies of Ron Hubbard regarding suppressive persons. Then there were many more discussions concerning my duties as a Scientologist, which brought me to understand in what direction I would have to act: to shut down the main opponent.

I would have to kill this suppressive, at the time and in in the manner expected of me. Further discussion verified this for me. Eventually the Scientologists presented me with habits and details of his private life, each time telling me, "You'll handle it, we're counting on you." The Ethics Officer saw to it I got the address of a person who produced his own ammunition and could get me a weapon. After I poured the first slug I realized that the sounds that seemed pure fantasy to me were nothing other than incitement to commit a crime.

In order to avoid this, and the twenty years in prison and a lifetime of remorse, I succeeded in convincing myself that I would be a much better Scientologist by promoting an association that came to me, Narconon. For this reason and none other, I incessantly began to promote Narconon with the Swiss government at my own expense. Even though I had many doubts about the value of Narconon from the very start.

On the one hand my own research revealed how in the various French or German Narconon centers the success rate of the Swiss customers who finished this course was barely 10%, while the "official" documents of the cult asserted a much higher success rate. On the other hand I was finding a larger number of contradictions in the Hubbard texts, and I did not accept the nebulous ideas of reincarnation, which was not at all the reason I joined Scientology.

I came to Scientology to better undertand the psychology and the behavior of people. They even set it forth to me as the Science of the Mind.

If that's not conditioning and manipulation, and completely analogous to the nicotine in cigarettes!

Jean-Luc Barbier

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Joe Cisar http://cisar.org

The Press and Public Relations Policies of Layfayette Ronald Hubbard http://www.xenu.net/archive/thesis/cisar-home.html

To all those on ARS who say that the wolf will alway come to the door wearing the same disguise, I say go read some history ... Bob Minton