Subject: SUPER SCIO ARCHIVE 60 - EARLY JULY 99 PILOT POSTS TO ARS/ACT Date: 1 Jul 1999 04:00:18 From: pilot@echelon.alias.net (The Pilot) Newsgroups: alt.clearing.technology POST60.txt SUPER SCIO ARCHIVE 60 - EARLY JULY 99 PILOT POSTS TO ARS/ACT The big announcement of my identity. All posted to both ARS and ACT. ========================================== Contents: subj : Super Scio - PILOT IDENTITY REVEALED subj : Super Scio - CAN THEY DEAD AGENT ME subj : Super Scio - PILOT BIO subj : Super Scio - NAME DROPPING subj : Super Scio - ANYONE KNOW A PUBLISHER subj : Super Scio - LIFE SAVING PREMONITION subj : Super Scio Humor - HUMOROUS TIDBITS ========================================== subj : Super Scio - PILOT IDENTITY REVEALED PILOT IDENTITY REVEALED Well its happened. My identity has finally been given to the org. So you might as well know it too. My name is Ken Ogger. I live in North Hollywood. And I have been in Dianetics and Scientology since 1965. I am posting my bio separately. As of this writing, I am still a Scientologist in good standing, we'll see how long they leave it that way now that my identity is known. The person who turned me in is my wife Ann Tordai. Ann remains a loyalist and has been unwilling to hear about or look at what I've been writing on the net, but she was keeping quiet about me up until now. We have been estranged and planning to separate for quite awhile now, but practicalities have prevented that and we have been sharing the house in a sort of truce. Unfortunately I yelled at her Tuesday night about something her cats had done and she called the org on Wednesday while I was at work. Note that the reason she hadn't moved out yet is that she has quite a few cats (think about Stacy Young). She actually got another house last year and then had to move back in with me because coyotees were eating the cats. Of course I didn't object. I hope that OSA waits on launching any raids or whatever until she has a chance to find a place and relocate safely with her dogs and cats (I love the dogs, I love a couple of the cats too but enough is enough). The place is a mess and I would prefer not to have any visitors in here until she has moved and I have a chance to bring in a cleaning crew. It is possible that in a few days I will be screaming for help in a big way, but I suspect that they will avoid any action because I am so visible on the net. As matters stand right now, although I scream about policy, I am extremely pro-tech. They might choose to put up with me rather than launching a foot nuke. We'll see. Happy Independence Day, The Pilot ========================================== subj : Super Scio - CAN THEY DEAD AGENT ME CAN THEY DEAD AGENT ME Not likely. No drug history. No criminal record. No nasty things in my pc folder. Perhaps a bit loose sexually when I was younger. I still like a nice drink occasionally (usually mixed drinks with vodka, or occasionally a properly aged scotch). I did throw up in the Reg office once at a staff only New Years party back at the New York org. I guess I have a button on Registrars, and the drinks had Gin in them which upsets my stomach. They might point to Ann's cats, but they are Ann's and that would really make them look bad, especially as she is on their side. So I don't think that they will. They can publish my school grades. I did flunk French. But I got As in Math and Physics, so I think that they will avoid that area. So what's left? They will research my background and find out that my great great grandfather was a bank president in Germany. They will poke at my family tree and find Count Witte (prime minister of Russia just before the revolution) is a many times removed grand uncle on my great grandmother's side. They will find that I was the software architect on Citicorp's online ATM software. In fact they will even find that I designed the online system at the KKB bank in Germany. From this and other silly things they will conclude that I am part of the WORLD CONSPIRACY!!! Rolling on the floor with laughter. Best, The Pilot ========================================== subj : Super Scio - PILOT BIO PILOT BIO Since my identity is out, here is my bio. =========== My name is Ken Ogger. I was born in Manhattan on Jan 24, 1949 at 4:38 PM Eastern Standard Time (74 degrees West longitude, 40 degrees 43 minutes North latitude). As you can probably guess from the above astrological details, my family was heavily into metaphysics. I had much early exposure to things like Science of Mind and so forth. At the same time, my own inclination was towards math and science and I was considered something of a math genius. My weak areas in school were foreign languages and spelling - you probably are aware of the spelling already. For kindergarten and first grade I went to a Catholic School because it was within a block of our apartment. The remainder of grade school was spent at a Prespetarian grade school known as Alexander Robinson. My family was theoretically Lutheran but would be better described as Christian Metaphysics. For junior high and the first half of high school, I went to McBurney Prep (Salinger had gone there and mentions it in "Catcher"). Jason Robards III was in my class. I never met The Fonz personally (he was an upperclassman), but I watched our music teacher rehersing him for the lead in "Of The I Sing". My grades rollercoastered as I went through lazy fits and argued with teachers, but always As in math of course. My one claim to fame there was founding the chess club, winning the initial tournament, and becoming its first president, which is good for a high school freshman. But I'm not a chess master, barely an A level player because I didn't go any further with the game. My father died and we slipped into tighter financial conditions and so I changed to a less expensive school, Our Savior Lutheran for the rest of high school. I was on the student council, won some sort of national mathamatics award, won a music award that got me free tickets to Lincoln Center (I played the piano), barely missed on the National Merit tests (just too lazy), and won a scholorship to NYU. I entered NYU on a pre-med concentration with a music major. A really goofy mixture, but I'd had earlier plans to study psychiatry because I wanted to understand the mind, and the pre-med setup had been in the works even though I was already in Scientology (more on that later). The pre-med put me in organic chemistry with the Juniors. The music major put me in a music theory class. Since I played piano, they forced me into the glee club to learn to participate in orchestrated music, and I hid in the chorus when we did the Verdi Requiem at Lincoln Center (yes, I have performed at Lincoln Center - ha!). The math and a near perfect score on the SAT for math (798 out of a possible 800) got me into the honors calculus taught by the director of the Courant Institute. And of course they put me into the dumb freshman English class. I suppose they considered me a genius because they sent an unlimited leave of absence after me when I dropped out to do Scientology full time. This despite the fact that my grades were in trouble because I was also on full time staff at the New York Scientology org. and doing my academy levels after midnight each evening. Back in 1965 I had found "Dianetics, the Evolution of a Science" in a second hand issue of Astounding (May 1950). I was reading Freud's "Psychopathology of Everyday Life" at the same time and I'd already read Commander Thomson's book (yes, the famous Snake Thomson). I was busy working towards trying to understand the mind, and for me, Freud's examples proved Dianetics better than they proved Freud. In fall of 1966, I joined staff at the New York Org, initially coming on to run the mimeo machine and printing press. This was while I was still in high school. Initially I was only part time staff, working on weekends. Later I went on full time foundation staff. The org was tiny when I joined and went through a huge boom beginning late in 1967. A contributing factor was that we started an after hours academy an got the staff to begin training on their academy levels, which was how I ended up on course after midnight. By the end of 1967, I was Director of Tech Services with 7 juniors under me, training after hours, and also trying to handle a heavy university course load. At the beginning of 1968, I dropped out of school, trained full time during the day (while still being full time foundation staff) and when I finished class IV I got on both shifts. I also got run on grades 5 (power) and 5A (my auditor was Valerie Weiss, now Valerie Stansfield) and turned on wild OT phenomena (only lasted for a few months, I've talked about that before). It was musical chairs days and I went through numerous posts, mostly in tech and qual. Then the Class 8s hit in the fall, and everything began going to hell. In the dark days of 1969, I was on and off staff like a yoyo, blowing at each new atrocity and then letting myself be talked back on, because I did believe very deeply in the subject. My biggest win was one time when I walked out of the org (I was Director of Exams at the time) and immediately got a job as a figures clerk and junior cost accountant for a Monsanto subsidiary. First time I ever had real money in my pocket. I went right out and bought a second hand piano. But of course I let Wayne Marple talk me into getting back on staff eventually. I continued bouncing on and off of staff, eventually finishing off my contract and leaving for good in 1972. I was all over the org board, even including being an Ethics Officer, but the position I held the longest was as Cramming (and Dir Product Validity covering cramming when the Qual org board was rearranged). Although I was only a class IV, I'd audited in review, done Cl VIII actions, ext/int, repairs, and specialist rundowns, was a std dianetics auditor (before it was moved up to cl V) and had listened to most of the BC tapes and every old 1950s tape in the NY org's library (including the PDC, 16th ACC, etc.). And I'd pretty much read the entire mimeo files while I was on post there. By 1972 I was 23 years old and burnt out. I had rollercoastered between incredible heights and deep dispair. I had worked 80 hour weeks. I had managed large departments, I had audited and supervised, and I had studied day and night. When blown from staff, I had done all sorts of oddball work. At one point I'd taught myself accounting. At another, I'd read a ton of business management books and actually sent my resume around as a business consultant (no luck without references). I'd even done things like starting to learn piano tuning and working a supermarket cash register. But by this point I was exhausted mentally and spiritually. I settled down and began a 3 year stint as an accounts payable adjuster for a department store chain (E.J. Korvetts). And I married my first wife Jenny (Jenny Novae, now Janice Silberstein - married to Dave Silberstein - they were in the Sea Org at ASHO for awhile). But eventually I retreaded class 0 to get my tech up to date and I did a student co-audit which got me through grade II expanded. And at the end of grade II I hit clear OT and with that the keyed out OT state that I'd had briefly in 68 came back. I decided to postulate a new carrier. Computers seemed like the best bet. A friend called me up that week out of the blue and offered to teach me programming. By 1978 I was on my third programming job and I had risen to be a Technical Group Leader at Chase Manhattan Bank. That's when I relocated to LA and became a consultant working on things like designing Sou Cal Edison's power plant maintenance system (I'm not a nuclear physicist, but I did spend a month at San Onofre reading everything in sight on nuclear plant maintenance). With big bucks flowing in, I did my upper levels at AO, going through old OT 7 and then getting NOTS. During the eighties, I was an employee again, this time as a software architect for Citicorp, and concurrently going to Flag for Solo Nots. I've talked about that before. I attested around the time when they launched the Freewinds because it suddenly became easier to get through lines. I still work in software. And of course I've been researching on my own for over a decade now, and have been preaching reform here on the net for almost two and a half years. Pretty boring, hunh? Best, The Pilot ========================================== subj : Super Scio - NAME DROPPING NAME DROPPING When I first joined New York staff, the org was tiny, a handfull of people. By early 68 it was St. Hill size. In those days the org was run by the Assistant Guardian (AG). When I came on, it was Eunice Ford (who has been mentioned in this newsgroup). A wonderful lady, excellent to work for. In 1967 she was replaced by Bob Thomas who is legendary for being both a masterful executive and kind and caring about his staff. Then in 1968 he was replaced by Dave Ecker who was not bad until Scientology got in trouble due to the insanities coming down from on high. Then things got ruff. Milt Gordon lead a staff mutiny against Dave, ending up getting declared along with dozens of others including the ethics officer. I would say that there were good guys on both sides, set at each others throats, not by a local third party but by the madness that was sweeping down on us - stupid orders, destructive Sea Org missions, and execs who'd gotten quickie grades and then done a quickie OT III. By 1969 things were so bad that entire exec councils were being declared at the drop of a hat (and I was in and out blowing continually), that I can hardly name the various execs. But of course nobody who was there would forget Charlotte Pasch's reign of terror (the sweetest little girl the year before). There were some good execs too, people like Wayne Marple and Mike Rubio, but they were the exception rather than the rule. And then in 1970 Bob Harvey showed up on a Sea Org mission, took over the org, and announced that he was there to do a liability project on behalf of the Sea Org because every Sea Org mission we had ever had in the past had been suppressive to the org. Those were the days when crush ethics and crush sell were cancelled, all ethics penalties were suspended, and expanded grades were put in. We actually started to recover, at least for a few good months before the old shit began creeping back in. The staff in those days included all sorts of amazing characters. At one point Sue Tyrell (later a movie star) was receptionist, David Gale (founder of MCBA and Real World Software) was treasury, Glennis Duggan (Julie Lewis's mother), Wendal Dayton (Sky Dayton's father), and all sorts of other interesting names were on board. Huntington Hartford (the A&P millionaire) used to drop by. I sat for an hour once listening to Lenny Cohen explain to me how the government / military complex was sure to infiltrate us and close us down. He wrote "Bird on a Wire" late one night in the NY academy. Amanda Ambrose was around a lot. I remember goofing around with her on the piano once. Of course Dave & Steve Simon were part of the in crowd. A friend of mine had Karen Black sitting on his lap one day in reception. The Miraculous String Band gave a concert in the academy once. The line to get in streatched around the block. I went to Bob Kaufman's piano recitle at Town Hall. In those days Bruce Raymond (yes, the GO character) was a wonderful guy and used to rattle off ragtime on the piano after course. LaMont Johnson would also play freequently, being a big attraction. Ray and Pam Kemp came by to lecture as did John Mac. I think that I saw Alan Walters talk once. I was introduced to Captain Bill once at an event. Tech wise my real mentor was Renz Hoffman who had been in since the early days. An amazing character who unfortunately passed away in the 70s after much heartbreak with the orgs. Later he was an exec sec in Washington DC and worked with Filbert. Supposedly in the end he worked together with Filbert developing some of the material in "The Last Ditch" section of Excalibur Revisited. Another great character was George Hatfield (tech sec) who has, I think, made and lost a fortune a few times since leaving staff. One of his deals was the one where they print your face on a tee-shirt while you wait, he franchised it all over the country. There were also a lot of people who later rose high in the Sea Org. My first senior was John Mustard (who later ran Gold). Org Exec Sec was Henning Heldt. There was Cindy Raymond and Jimmy Mulligan later of the GO. And Peter Specker who was later high up on tech lines along with Ron Shafron who became CS-4. And of course Artie and Mary Marren. Other notable staff members were Al Hollander (yes, his firm was a topic on ARS last year), Joe Hochman who has a big mission in the valley, Carolyn Kelly (Walt Kelly's daughter), and Wauter Korringa (currently Tom Cruise's personal aide). Even Franklin Jones, The Da Avatar (The Knee of Listening, with his temples in Tahiti and so forth) was on staff then. It was facinating, exciting, and extremely high ARC until the crazy stuff began permeating the subject. And then it was witch hunts and spy games and dead agenting and finding squirrels and SPs under every rock and bolder and people leaving in all directions. I would give anything to get that old group back the way it was before somebody had a cognition on the real why being other's out-ethics, and SPs, and motivators like implants and so forth. But of course it was eaten and digested and only shit remains. I suppose I got a bit carried away. PS. A few messages: If anyone has a line to Hannah Eltringham, say hi for me. We sat and rapped for hours at the AO once. For Ken Urqhart - a relative of mine once played you a tape of my piano playing - I think it was Beethoven's Appassionata. I don't think that you thought much of it, but it might remind you of some other stuff. For Jim Dincalci, if he's lurking here - remember when you came over to my mother's place to pickup some Rosacrucian books for the nutrition research and I told you about those vitamine references? Had you really been sent from Flag or was that when you were hiding out with Ron on Long Island? If so, you really had me fooled and its quite a laugh. For Bob Ross, if he's listening - I appologize for badgering you about using a demo kit once when I was DofT. PPS. Last year somebody was politely asking about Robin Alkins in a friendly manner. She is alive and well and working for CCHR (my wife is a big CCHR supporter). PPPS. When I first came to LA I moved into apartment 107 at 1570 N. Edgemont (I haven't been there for years). Mail for the Crivellos was still comming to my address. I asked the landlady about a forwarding address. That is when I was told that Al had shot himself in my apartment just before I moved in. Best, The Pilot ========================================== subj : Super Scio - ANYONE KNOW A PUBLISHER ANYONE KNOW A PUBLISHER If anybody has contacts with a real publisher (not a self publishing ripoff or anything obsure without marketing capabilities) who might be interested in mass marketing the Self Clearing Book in the US, please advise. Thank You, The Pilot ========================================== subj : Super Scio - LIFE SAVING PREMONITION LIFE SAVING PREMONITION Some people may have wondered about a statement I made near the end of the Super Scio book, where I was worried about something that might happen at the end of February 1997. And I never mentioned it afterwards because my name got into the LA Times and the story mentioning me won a pultzer prize and is up on the net, so I didn't dare call attention to it. Throughout 1996, I had a bad feeling about Feb 97 and I had the end of Feb, either the 27 or the 28th at 9 AM reading heavily on the e-meter. I also worried about 6 AM because I though that I might be getting 9 AM east coast time and that would be 6 AM here in LA. I had various ideas about why that was reading on the meter, and those might or might not be correct, it is possible that there was more to it than the observed physical reality. But I will leave that aside because what did happen physically was totally unexpected. However, my concerns for that date and time, which I'd had reading on the meter for a year in advance, did save my life. First I rushed to get the Super Scio book out onto the net before the end of Feb just in case. Wondering if I was dealing with cosmic events, I suggested that people keep an eye out and I planned to do so myself. So I was alert and watching out for something to happen at 6 AM and 9 AM on the 27th and again on the 28th. As a result, even though I should have started driving to work, I was still sitting in my house at 9 AM on Friday the 28th when the automatic weapon fire started. If I hadn't delayed, I would have been making a left turn right in front of BofA, three blocks away, when the crimminals cut loose with saturation fire using armor piercing bullets (they were blowing holes in the buildings and cars across the street). I wasn't even sure what the noise was at first. I went out back and saw hellicopters circling overhead. I walked back in and turned on the TV and saw the shootout taking place. Again I went into the yard and was talking to my neighbor on the side (who had also come out into his yard) when weapon fire began spraying over the back fence hitting the eaves of the roof. I grabbed the dogs and ducked into the service porch where my washer and dryer might have enough mass to stop a high powered bullet. One of the robbers had made his last stand at the intersection of Archwood and Morella and was firing over the fence in our direction. (Morella is a T intersection, the street doesn't go through and it would pass alongside my house if it did). My neighbor in the back has bullet holes going stright through the walls of his house. After the gun battle was over I went around to take a look and that's when the Times reporter talked to me. Of course he misquoted everything I said and won a Pultzer prize for doing so. Anyway, thanks to my premonition, I avoided driving right into the biggest shootout that has ever occured in LA's history, with robbers in body armor walking around like implanted robots firing heavy weapons in all directions. It does strike me as funny though that one of them walked three blocks right to my house (slowly, with the body armor stopping police bullets) and fired right over my fence. Probably just a coincidence. Interesting, The Pilot ========================================== subj : Super Scio Humor - HUMOROUS TIDBITS HUMOROUS TIDBITS Just some humerous odds and ends to lighten things up. Some of these were off policy, just being stupid, but it shows you how these things were often applied. I remember the Qual Case Supervisor and the Qual Sec yelling back and forth at each other "What does your materials state". They had conflicting references. It started softly. "Read this bulleting", "No, this is the correct reference". Soon their voices were getting louder and they were each pounding on the HCOB that they were insisting was the one that applied to the situation. Eventually they were screaming at the top of their lungs "What does your materials state", "No, what does YOUR materials state" back and forth over and over. This went on for half an hour. True Story from around 1973. The org had a huge "comm center" which was a set of in baskets, one for each staff member. There were over a hundred on staff at the time and so this comm center was about a dozen baskets high and about ten wide, being built of interlocking individual metal wire baskets. One of the execs had a toddler who used to ride around on a toy truck and often left the truck lying around on public lines. Peter Vanderbeck got tired of carting the truck back to the execs office. He put a dispatch on it saying this is "Dev-T" (developed and unnecessary traffic) and routed it to the exec. He then carried it to the comm system and of course the truck would not fit into the exec's in basket. He then proceeded to disassemble the entire comm system, and then rebuild it around the truck so that the exec would have to disassemble it again to get the truck out of her basket. Later Peter decided to become an SP. Since he was doing the maintenance, he gradually changed all the lightbulbs from 100 watts to 30 watts and everyone thought that they were getting keyed in because the org didn't look as bright as it used to. When he was declared SP, he said that robot beings were going to land and take over St. Hill. During the crush sell era, some overwhelmed public person, to get a registrar off their back, wrote a "postulate" check on toilet paper with lipstick. One of the execs had a fight with treasury trying to get this counted as part of the Gross Income. Mission International Books sent me up to Lenox Ave. in the worst section of Spanish Harlem with a briefcase full of books. I had hardly stepped off the subway before it was ripped off. I wonder if the guy was ever able to sell them up there. Somebody thought there was a UFO hovering over the Empire State Building two blocks from the org. This was late at night. I went to look. It was a huge flock of birds circling around, looking almost like a spinning disk around the spire on top. They were attracted by the light. A little later the buildings lights were turned off to get the birds to go away. We were in the Hotel Martinique. Once somebody in a hotel room above the HGC forgot that they'd left the bathtub running and it began raining on a session in one of the auditing rooms. George Goodrich (who later owned NY George's resturant near the complex in LA) used to keep a pot in the academy. When he'd bullbait, he'd put the pot on his head and call it his bullbaiting hat. Enough for now. Best, The Pilot ========================================== All these messages were posted with the following trailer. ------------------ The free Self Clearing Book, The Super Scio book, and the "SCIENTOLOGY REFORMER'S HOME PAGE" are all over the net. See The Self Clearing Homepage for URLs to these sites http://fza.org/pilot/selfclr.htm Or see The Pilots Home Page at http://fza.org/pilot/index.htm Some translations are available, see links at fza.org Also see the new www.fzint.org website. All of the current posts will be collected in Super Scio Archives #60 and posted to ACT. See the Pilot Archives at FZA.ORG. Individual posts to ARS are being double posted to ACT rather than cross posted to foil the spambot attack which takes good headers and attaches garbage messages to them. Note that some of my posts only go to ACT. I cannot be reached by email. I watch ARS and ACT for messages with Pilot in the subject line. ------------------