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  • I’m probably not going to watch the Scientology expose “Going Clear.” Why? Well, I don’t really need to. I first moved into the Life Arts Building (LAB) back in late 1994 and lived there off and on until early 2002. The LAB was a dump back then, and living there was akin to camping indoors. It has kind of cleaned up in the over two decades since I first moved in; however, when I first got there its past as a Scientology church franchise was still close enough to have some storage rooms full of boxes of former members’ audits in them and plenty of church literature, and as you can probably guess, when a bunch of debauched, artistic freaks have plenty of time, cheap booze and Mexican brick weed on their hands, we were going to dig through shit for a few evenings of group readings chock full of awe and laughter. My first thought upon reading just the first audit was, “What a great way to gather blackmail info on someone.” I voiced that opinion, and of course I wasn’t the only person who thought that way.

    At that point in time, my only knowledge of the Church of Scientology (COS) was that of a whacky space ghost cult that had a few stars in its clutches, ran some over the top commercials on TV back in the 70s and 80s and had young kids, mostly men, dressed like Mormons on their missions trying to pull you into their grasp via an initial audit in the form of a personality quiz. Also, in 1990 I had a job in Hemet that made me have to drive from MoVal and right past their “Gold Base” or today’s International headquarters. Back then, its only marker was as Golden Era Productions, and there appeared to be a pirate boat up against the hillside. I quickly found out that the place was a COS center, and the next time I drove by, I noticed the iron gates surrounding the entire compound had sharpened, curved blades on them, but the blades didn’t point out to keep intruders out; they pointed in towards the compound, and that’s all I ever needed to know about the entire organization to make me avoid it.

    Several years later, I would get a full education in the COS via my time at Life Arts, digging through the COS trash, talking to and reading the owner of the building, Bent Corydon’s book “L. Ron Hubbard: Messiah or Madman” and even having a few conversations with the ghost of the Life Arts, Brian. Brian was an actual person, although white enough to be a ghost, but was very reclusive, kind of like the Lazlo character from “Real Genius.” He was allegedly the ghost writer of the book and had some great COS stories, when you could get him to talk. If even one tenth of one percent of the absolutely horrible allegations of what goes on behind the scenes at the COS are true, then it meets all of the parameters of a dangerous cult and should be under constant surveillance by watchdog groups and most likely the feds. Finding out this additional knowledge merely reinforced my overall hatred of organized religion in general and the COS specifically. Avoid any contact with this freak show at all costs.

    Taking all of that into consideration, I really don’t need to see this documentary. I’m sure whatever horror stories they will unveil, I heard about or deduced over two decades ago. Matter of fact, just like I don’t read much conspiracy literature these days, I don’t really watch that many documentaries anymore. I don’t really need to. Once you understand the lowest possible pond-scum areas of human nature, all you have to do is figure out how someone can scam, coerce or steal some money off something and/or someone, and the truth will be right there. If you can’t find a profit motive (or in the case of the COS a prophet/profit motive), there probably isn’t a real conspiracy anywhere at play.
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