NARCONON NIGHTMARE AKA CHURCH OF SCIENTOLOGY WRITTEN BY: Michael G. Copyright © 2003 by Michael G. Date of incident 11/03/03 thru 11/09/03 Date written: 12/07/2003 All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage, and retrieval system, without written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.

Sunday November 1, 2003

I just checked out of St. Joseph Hospital in Clinton Township, MI at 11 AM and my parents have made the decision for me to send me to NARCONON in Canadian, Oklahoma [Ed: Narconon Arrowhead]. I really had no choice. I am a Cocaine Addict, Benzo Addict [Ed: benzodiazepenes, e.g., Valium], Compulsive Gambler and more importantly was suicidal. I spent 2 days in ICU and 6 days in the regular hospital. This was my second attempt at suicide in the last 6 months. The second attempt was serious. My liver and kidneys shut down and I almost went into cardiac arrest. The hospital kept me alive by injecting me with Liquid Ativan and tryptophan. This is a Benzo class of drugs. They kept me on these for 6 days and I slept for the first 4 days in the hospital and do not remember my family or friends coming to visit me.

Sunday evening we spent at my parents' house and I could not sleep. I was beginning to shake and have very high anxiety. Actually, I did not sleep Saturday Night in the Hospital either because they cut off my injections. I would spend the next four days awake with NO SLEEP because of the WD's [] from the Benzo's.

Monday, Nov 2nd

At 6 a.m. my parents came in the room and mentioned that it was time to leave for the DTW [Detroit Metro] Airport. On the way to the airport, I started to feel uneasy. We flew Southwest Airlines. Before boarding the plane, I experienced my first minor WD from Benzo's. We were at the gate and I was lying down in my mother's lap and I started to shake violently and cry uncontrollably. My mother held me to try and calm me down and she was successful in telling me that it is okay and that she loved me with all her heart and GOD will help us get through this traumatic event in our lives.

We landed at Tulsa and drove to the LIVING HELL REHABILITION PROGRAM at NARCONON located in Canadian, OK. Upon driving thru the State Park there was a golf course and a long winding road (which I would grow to hate) that took us to the base camp of Narconon. This was a renovated Casino, just what I needed.

Upon arrival, I met a thin, dark complexion kid who introduced himself to me and mentioned that he lived in [my town] as well. Actually he told me that four other people live in your same area. He told me that this place is great and you will enjoy your stay.

After that it was check in time with Lisa, absolutely beautiful woman with a great figure. She sat down with my Mom, Dad and myself to start the signing of all the paperwork. She told me that the Narconon is the best REHAB in the world with a success rate of 80%. I disagreed with her and she mentioned that I need to focus on me and not the numbers. Then she proceeded to tell me that the stay for the program would be 3 to 6 months. I almost got up and walked out. An average stay in REHAB is 28 days. She said the I needed to rid my body of all the toxins and this takes at least 1 month including SAUNA for 5 hours per day. Then you will get into bookwork to show you how to survive on the outside and this would take another 2 months. I told her I have a company to run and I would not stay longer then 6 weeks. She said we need you here for at least 3 months and I told her no way, you have 6 weeks and that is it. Next she had me sign a lot of paperwork and mentioned that you really do not need to read all this, I will just give you a summary. Therefore if you look at my signature, it is chicken scratch. I asked her that I am free to leave at any time and she replied YES. But she forgot to tell me that I would be followed and have members come after me at the Lake Eufaula Fall Motel.

Then she asked for the money. She mentioned that my parents needed to write a check for $20,900 for the services and if they received it within the next seven days they would reduce it to $19K. This is totally reimbursable if you elect to leave the compound. What a bunch of bullshit. My Dad sent the check out to them and they tried to electronically cash that check the same day. Luckily my dad put a stop on that check and they did not receive a penny. After this, I said goodbye to my parents and I would not see my father until the following Sunday when he flew out there to get me.

Check in time with JJ, the person who goes thru all your luggage and has you take off your clothes to see if you had any drugs. Of course, I passed. From there I was introduced to the staff in WD []. They asked me some questions and told me that I had to take blood pressure, heart rate etc. Then she mentioned that I need to take these VITAMINS and wash them down with this horrible tasting drink. I took 24 pills a day and 3 drinks every 24 hours, along with the monitoring of my vital signs. It was explained by the staff that I needed to read this CARTOON book and then perform the SESSIONS. Sessions are 20 to 30 minutes long and it is suppose to help you get your mind off the past problems and into the present/future.

EXAMPLE OF SESSIONS:

You have to sit across from another student and close your eyes for 10 to 20 minutes. You have an opened eye session in which you basically stare for 20 minutes at the other individual. You cannot move or you restart the session. At the end of Sauna you will have to stare down opened eye for 3 hours without moving. Rubdowns/Massages at least 3 times a day in which they give Body Comps. [Ed: the actual term is "body comms", short for "body communication process", a type of Scientology "assist". Michael later explained this as "a method of giving you a massage in which they squeeze your body parts in order to relax you. They squeeze you in the critical area where your nerves are sensitive. After recieving the BC's you are in a very relaxed state of mind." More details here.] Other sessions included TOUCH THIS, WHAT CAN YOU HAVE, WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, etc., in which they tell or ask you to do something and respond with the same saying "THANK YOU" or "VERY GOOD, THANK YOU". [Ed: these are classic Scientology "processes"; see, for example, the upper-indoc TRs (Training Routines) regarding "touch this", and the "havingness processes" for the other two items.] Go on walks, even in the cold weather or when it was raining for at least 1 mile.

I had no warm clothing and they would make me walk anyway. This is how I started getting sick. No walk, you don't get out, simple as that.

The rest of the evening, I spent with Johnny. He and I talked from 12 p.m. to 8 am that evening/morning. I could not sleep and he really seemed like a great guy who had a lot of the same experiences as me. From the Cocaine addiction to the Holy Water experience to his grandparents who came over on a boat from Laos. My grandparents came from Tripoli in Greece. His mom owned two Holiday Inns. Just like my dad who owned his own company. This made me feel good because he could relate to me. It was all LIES.

Tuesday, November 3rd

At 8 am they made me have another of those great drinks along with the pills. I started to get chest pain and very high anxiety. They told me to go to the nurse's station and they check my blood pressure and it was 160 over 120 and she wanted me to go to the hospital. What a nightmare trying to get approval and or someone to drive me there. I sat in the lobby and started to really freak out. My heart was racing and skipping beats. Alan sat down with me to try and calm me down. I was getting really upset because they made me wait 30 minutes till they could get an approval. I was taken to the hospital about 30 minutes away where they performed an EKG and said they would provide the results to their Doctor at Narconon. Everything seemed to be okay and they let me leave. This was the beginning of my BENZO WD or a reaction to the pills and drinks they were giving me.

Around 4 p.m. I really had high anxiety, no sleep for 3 days now and decided that I was leaving to go home. I went and talked to Bob and he told me to stay. I told him no and I began to pack my bags when JJ came in and told me to stop packing and relax. I told this huge guy to leave me alone and he said stay in your room and I will get the paperwork completed so you can leave. I said I not staying in this room.

I would go to the front lobby and wait. He said no you are not. I walked past him toward the lobby and I really started to FREAK out. The reason he did not want me in the lobby was because they were having 13 new check-ins that day at 20K per student. I started to scream, cuss, and get upset with them because they would not give me my money, Driver License etc. If they did not give me these I could not get on a airplane to get home.

After one hour in the lobby, I am sure that half the of the people did not let their sons or daughters get admitted into Narconon. This cost them a lot of money that day (at least 140K). I finally got my ID, but no money so I walked out the door and JJ and Ruth followed me in the pouring down rain. JJ walked with me and Ruth was in the car. JJ kept talking to me and saying that I was going thru WD and I am not doing the right thing. I walked to the State Park Office about 1 mile away where I asked an old man for a ride and he said okay. I rode in the back of a pick up truck in the pouring down rain. He dropped me off at the Bridge by CITGO. I hitchhiked and the first car that came by was full of four guys who looked familiar to me from Narconon. They told me to get in and they would take me to the airport one and a half-hours away. I felt something was wrong and told them to forget it. It was a white F350 Dual Axle Truck.

I proceeded to CITGO and I was really freaking out. Ruth and JJ were talking in both sides of my head and I told them to leave me the fuck alone. They continued to harass me. However this cult is extremely smart. They called my parents and told them what was going on and told them to tell me if I did not go back, they will disown me and will have nothing to do with me. Mental Stress was HUGE. JJ and Ruth finally got me into their car by telling me that they would go get my money at Narconon. I drove back and what a mistake. I spent another hour trying to get my money and this was a joke. New students were in the lobby and this is when I started getting VERY VERBAL with the staff in front of everyone including the customers. They tried to get me into the back of the building, but this did not work. Once again, I walked out the door in a rampage. They came after me and told me my parents wanted to talk with me. I started telling my parents off and cussing them out because this place is messed up. Once again this happened in front of the new customers.

Now they decided to take me to the airport and get me on a plane. I was so relieved.

Their major objective was to get me out of the lobby and away from all the new customers. I got in the car without my money, they would not give it to me even though it was in my account. They told me the check did not clear the bank so they said we will not give you a dime. Once in the car with Ruth and Kimmie they started the same old games. Telling me my parents disowned me that I am a drug addict and that I need to stay at Narconon. Remember the long winding road. Well Ruth was driving at 2 mph and they both tried to get inside my head. I finally told her to stop the car and I got out and walked (6 miles) the rest of the way in the pouring down cold rain with no jacket to the CITGO. I was getting run down, tired and had not slept for 3 days. This is exactly what they wanted. They knew I was getting exhausted and frustrated which played right into their hands.

I got out of the car and made my way down the long winding road, walking in the rain, freezing cold and started to have my first severe WD from Benzo or from the drugs they were giving me. I made it back to the gas station, where I called my friend Gary X and talk with him for the next half hour. To make a long story short, both Ruth and Kimmie were in my face and telling me things which I told them I did not want to hear but also not true. How much I hate my family, I'm a drug addict who needs Narconon help and how my family will disown me if I go back home. What a perfect way to manipulate someone. Ruth, Kimmie and I agreed that they would get me a room at the Eufaula Inn Hotel for the night and they would use my money to pay for the room. All of a sudden my funds were available.

I checked into room 101 and began calling all my friends and family to let them know what is going on with Narconon. I finally agreed to stay for 3 weeks but I knew that this would not happen. Narconon manipulated me and my parents.

They told them that I was going thru withdrawal and this is normal and we will take care of him and his needs. That evening I had a knock on my door and it was JJ and Bob much to my surprise. They came to check up on me to see if I was okay. I said I am doing all right. Bob talked with my parents and sister that night on the phone and assured them that I would be okay. The three of us agreed that I would come back to Narconon in the morning and I would be able to go to Walmart before I return to get some pillows, sheets, towels etc.

Wednesday, Nov 3rd