Gwyneth Rolph has returned to share one of the most intriguing stories I have ever seen about the person who currently manages the Church of Scientology. Once you read this, you will have no doubt about the future of this organization.
DM and his GAT Drill
It was October 2004, during the few days running up to the IAS event. I was on my Supervisor internship at Saint Hill.
DM and his entourage were in town for the event – we TTC’ers knew this, because we had all had to find alternative accommodation in East Grinstead so that DM and company could take over the Sea Org boarding house were we had been staying while on training.
For several days now, all the staff and public at Saint Hill had been anticipating a drop-in visit by DM. There had been an intense call-in campaign to get anyone and everyone to come in on course during the days leading up to the event, so that should DM or any of his staff walk into the course rooms, they would see the place (uncharacteristically) bursting at the seams.
I spent quite a lot of time studying or drilling in the Internship over those few days, as bizarrely there had been an order that there were to be no sup Interns in the course rooms when or if DM visited. (I have no idea what policy this was based on.) So some course periods I would be making progress on my checksheet, and other times I would have to make myself scarce. It was a bit frustrating.
Late one evening after course, I had some admin to complete, and I went down to the Internship to sit there and finish it.
An auditor called Eoin, whom I remember as an outer org trainee from Dublin a few years ago, was now a member of Snr. HCO and was apparently on his NED internship. He was watching one of his session videos on the TV in the corner.
Standing watching over his shoulder was a fairly short man in a smart suit. Two female CMO members stood either side of him. At first I didn’t recognize him, because from my perspective as I walked in the door, he was standing sideways on. He was saying loudly and repeatedly to this guy, “You know you’re going to get roasted, don’t you?”
I sat down and got on with my work, but the chewing out continued.
On the video, I heard the auditor’s voice call an F/N. I couldn’t see the TV screen from where I was seated, and I have no idea whether the auditor was correctly calling reads and F/Ns or not, but obviously this one prompted some disagreement.
“Oh, my GOD!” bellowed DM. “What do you call that?”
A few more seconds of video.
“Do you call yourself an auditor? What are you?” DM thundered.
“I’m an intern, Sir,” the auditor replied weakly.
“We’re going to do a little Golden Age of Tech drill, right now,” DM ordered, dragging the auditor over to the middle of the room and pulling up two chairs. Seating the auditor in one and sitting down himself in the chair opposite, he ordered his lackeys to fetch a pile of tech volumes off the shelves.
“This is what it is like for the pc when you do that,” he said.
Picking up a pile of about three or four tech volumes, he slammed them down in the auditor’s lap, while demanding loudly, “Has a withhold been missed?” Then again, “Has a withhold been missed?” – SLAM – another pile of volumes. And again, “Has a withhold been missed?” – SLAM – in rapid succession. Finally, he produced a bottle of water from somewhere, chucked it in the auditor’s face, and yelled, “Your needle is floating!”
By this time, the Snr. Intern Sup and the Qual Sec, who had walked in to find out what all the shouting was about, were standing there staring, speechless.
“That was distilled water, so it won’t mark your clothing,” DM said to the auditor, as if that made it all right.
“Now, you’re going to do the same drill on the Qual Sec,” DM instructed.
The CMO lackeys scurried off with the bottle to refill it with water.
The Qual Sec sat in the chair while the auditor repeated the procedure on him with DM and his staff watching.
I kept my head down during this exchange and continued writing. DM, the CMO members, the auditor and Qual Sec left the room. I finished up and left the org for the evening.
The following lunchtime, one of the CMO members saw me and approached me in the corridor. “You were in the Internship last night, weren’t you?” she said. “Do you have any concerns about what you saw?”
I knew that this was a conversation I really did not want to have. “No,” I replied. “Why would I?”
The CMO girl was visibly relieved. “That’s good, that you have that viewpoint,” she said. “Well, if you have any questions, come and find me, OK?”
I never did find out what happened to the auditor.
This is an illustration of how dangerous it had become to be an auditor in the Church under DM.
In fact it illustrates how the Church had become such a dangerous environment that self-preservation was higher on our list of priorities than calling out-ethics and out-tech even when it occurred right in front of our very eyes.
This story therefore is my belated Knowledge Report.Number of views:27791