For those unfamiliar with my story, I'd gotten into Scientology in 1969, trained up to Grad 4, Sec Checker, FPRD auditor, was on staff for awhile, and then began to help OSA (the Office of Special Affairs) after completing OT 3. I did this for 20 years, and it was actually this group that helped me, in the end, wake up. They SHOWED me there IS what is known as "Fair Game". There's much to this story, but as this is just about the escape that I did 3 years ago in July, (July 2000).

Behind the Scenes..a brief look, now

Before I begin this story, please let me make one thing clear: Two of the people in this story have gone from being activists against the abuses of "The Church of Scientology", to people trying to get out of that 'war' any way they can at least for now. What happened to get them to do what they are doing, I don't know. However, I was taught that until you walk in another man's shoes don't be out ragging on him. They helped me greatly, and no matter how much others may turn on them, I ask you to read this story thinking of me as I was this day, 3 years ago. Please keep in mind this is a story about my escaping the abuses of this organization which hides behind the veil of the name "religion". With that, here's my story....

As I've posted, I was quite frightened once I finally realized I had to go. I had been secret on the Internet, and by now I didn't trust anyone but Andreas. (Of 'Operation Clambake) I had asked Andreas who he knew that I could talk with?

He connected me with LMT..and the people who ran this organization that at the time was dedicated to helping people get out of Scientology, and the families of those trapped "in". At first this was another huge hurdle for me, as Stacy asked, "Who are you?" (Remember, my name was "Magoo" and  most thought I was a guy, or so they said). I wrote back, 'I cannot say". Stacy wrote me back one simple e-mail after that, which I will never forget: Magoo, Sorry, we can't help you.

Stacy Brooks

I felt like I was standing out on a cliff, nude, a thousand feet up, and what felt like miles below was a sign that read on a tiny beach: "You ~might~ make it if you jump". I finally got up the nerve, wrote her who I was (remember, I still thought of her as an SP at this time, and wasn't sure if she'd go on ARS and post what I said,.so I was quite afraid. I told her who I was. A few minutes later I got a call! It was Stacy, who knew me from years ago! We talked and I couldn't believe how nice she was. Then she put on Bob Minton (Argh! THE Bob Minton I'd spoken out against for about one year? But he also sounded so nice!) Also, they put on Jesse Prince!

Stacy asked me what I wanted to do. I really didn't know. She offered for me to fly to Clearwater and just rest with her and Bob. She told me, "I'm only doing for you what I wish someone had done for me when I wanted to leave".

We agreed, come tomorrow! As excited as I was, suddenly I remembered  she and Bob had Mark Bunker making those films. I called her back to tell her I would not make films, or picket, or speak out. She said Fine, no sweat, and she always kept to that. (Obviously things have changed a bit, eh? We can all thank OSA for that, too).

Sooooo Tonight three years ago, (or within these few days) I left physically. Yesterday Andreas and I read my old "Magoo Left the Building" which was posted on July 19th. I know I left soon after that post. If someone knows when exactly I left, please post it. Anyways with that, I was packing! I was SO excited, I could not sleep.

When one's life changes SO dramatically as mine had, It's hard to plan what to take. I was suddenly, over night, now not only going to go meet these people I'd been fighting for years...I was going to go stay with them! You talk about ironic~!!~~

I had decided the next day after I posted who I was that I would tell each of my three best friends, at the time (figuring they hadn't read ARS, which they had not, except, of course, for Bill).

I told each one about my decision to leave Scientology, and they all basically left me. Then I called Joel Phillips, who was one of the Exec's of The Scientology Parishioners League, and told him, "Joel, I have some bad news for you. I'm leaving Scientology so you're now the head of SPL". He thought I was kidding, but of course I was not. He was shocked.

Then the evening of July 19th, Bill Yaude and his wife showed up at my house to try to do what good friends do in Scientology: Save me from these horrible SP's. I couldn't blame them; I knew I would have done the same thing for them, a few months prior!

Bill had read "Magoo Left the Building" and wanted to know what was up? Like he couldn't figure it out??? ((For any lurkers who have missed the OSA 101 series, Bill got me into the top Secret OSA Int Mafia, which he ran the volunteers for)). For this story, please see: http://www.lermanet.com/cos/toryonosa.htm

We chatted briefly, and I told them I had to go, never mentioning I was literally leaving the next day.

I packed my clothes, and then I had to figure out how to get to the airport. These are tough things when suddenly you go from tons of friends, to no one who will help you. I called a Super Shuttle, and tried to get some sleep.

I have to say, I was SOOO excited, it's hard to explain what all took place, which is why I keep posting my story. Also, I KNOW (People just told me recently) more and more people "Inside" are reading/lurking on ARS, so one never knows who didn't hear your story. Hey...if you're bored, don't read it!!!

I had become quite numb being on "OT 7" for 7 long years with it not working. I was so numb, I'd gained 100 pounds! (I'd lost about 60 of it, in the year before I left, going to Weight Watchers). So once I woke up, it was this amazing rush of physical energy that flowed through me. I'm not sure if someone literally goes back to the age when they joined an abusive cult, but that's how if felt. I usually can sleep quite well, but this night I couldn't at all.

TRYING TO GET TO THE AIRPORT

The morning had arrived, finally. Now what? Am I really going to go meet these SP's and join them? I could hardly believe my life I taken such a twist of fate. However, the truth is, I could NOT go back into the darkness. This had been building for the last 10 years, as I've said. It was time to face the music, whatever that may be.

I was all ready for the cab to come, and my plane was around 11 am. I was supposed to be picked up at 8 am. I figured one hour to get there and be two hours early. I wanted to get away from my house once I had posted all of this, anyways! I am only about 15 minutes from OSA.

As the time ticked by, no one came. I finally called Super Shuttle, who explained "Someone cancelled that". HUH? Now you have to realize...I still really did not believe Scientology did Fair Game stuff. I really didn't. So the things that happened in the next 24 hours (and certainly in the next 6 months), totally proved I was 100% wrong about that!

Now what??? I sat frightened, and I'm not one to usually get scared. However, now I'd read some of the *crap* they had done to others in my position, and I knew this top, top secret stuff no one knew! My heart beat....now what? I cannot call my "Friends". I took out the Yellow Pages and began to call. I still to this day don't know if OSA reserved every super shuttle (and believe me, that is NOT beyond them to do if they have orders of any sort), or it was 'just an accident'.

One thing people have to be prepared for are many such 'accidents' if you leave in a public way. As a few of my friends who know this routine have told me, "It comes with the package". Ok, I started calling. One thing I am good at is persistence, and winning a game. They were ~not~ going to beat me .especially when this dealt with MY freedom!

I called and called and called. Finally I found someone who said he could come. He did, and we zoomed to LAX. I arrived, still fearful just by the nature of all that was going down. I had NO idea what was in store for me, but I was quite sure it wasn't minor.

MY PLANE IS CANCELLED!
Holy shit! Can they do that?? I arrive and I find out my plane is cancelled. Again, to this day, I don't know if they were in on that or not. Whatever, now things had changed, but they were about to change even more!

THE Vice President of Scientology Arrives at LAX!

As I'm standing there figuring out what to do, Janet Weiland, the Vice President of Scientology walks up to me! "Janet? What are YOU doing here???" (Suddenly the stories I'd read of OSA capturing people popped into my mind!) Janet walked up to me and said, "Tory, you are NOT going to Clearwater!"

Oh really? How the F*** do you know I'm going anywhere..let alone Clearwater, Florida??? (which was where I was going, by the way). Now I'm REALLY getting worried! This isn't cute to me AT ALL. Luckily, Bob, and Stacy and Jesse had prepared me, telling me to call them if ANYTIHNG weird happened. How ~did~ they know? Experience helps a ton in situations such as this.

Cell Phones Save the Day

At the time I really didn't have a cell phone, except for emergencies. However, they had suggested I bring it with me. It all seemed so surreal to me at the time, but I did what they said, thank God!

As Janet stood by me, insisting I wasn't going anywhere, I got out my trusty Cell phone. Many people might think, "Why not call the police"? Remember, I was escaping from a mind control Cult at the time, and to me they were my religion. I was really just leaving the "Church Management" which I had spent years trying to "Fix" and finally realized they were not
fixable.

"The Solution"

I call Bob and Stacy and Jesse who say, "Stay on the phone! We know this drill, and we will walk you through it". I will never forget those words, as this was SUCH a shock to me, and thank God here were these people who not only understood this, but knew what to do!

What would I have done, had they not been there for me? Well, no doubt I would have ended up going with Janet Weiland, and I don't want to think what else might have happened.

I know ((KNOW)) Scientology likes to play down their near criminal, terrorist actions, but I've witnessed them, and they are very real. Delusionis huge within Scientology as people pretend what is horrible is "The greatest good for the greatest number of Dynamics". This is merely more Hubbard BS. It isn't good at all, and the sad truth is, they know it. You try to suppress it, as while you are "in".it FEELS like you are the ONLY one with these feelings. However, they get stronger the higher up you go.

Back to the Solution..

Ok, Bob and Stacy get on their phones and tell me they have found another ticket to Clearwater. It's at a different terminal which I have to go to now. I have to stay on the cell phone the whole time, and as weird as Janet is acting, I agree!

By now she is carrying some of my suitcases as I get onto the shuttle. I apologize to the driver, telling him "I'm sorry. I'm escaping from Scientology and she's the VP and she won't leave me alone". One would think, realizing what a huge PR flap this is, she'd leave. However, no doubt she had orders from "up above".

We arrive at the next terminal, and as I am issued the ticket, she writes down all the information. I tell Bob she won't leave me, and he gets pissed.

BOB SETTLES IT!

Bob tells me, "Tory, I'm going to get you a First Class ticket. With that, you can go into an Exec Lounge and she (Janet) cannot get in there". I'm thrilled to have him figure this out for me. I'm exhausted and frankly in a state of shock that my "Church" would act this way. I've heard of things like this, but I never believed they were true~

First Class ---Relief, Finally

Their capture routine doesn't work, as I'm saved by Bob Minton. I get my First Class Ticket, and off I go to the lounge. Sure enough, she couldn't get in there, and that was the last I saw of Janet, ever again to this date.

First Class was delightful. I get onto the plane and literally fall into my large comfortable seat. As I sit down, I can hardly believe what all I've been through in the last 36 hours. Did that just happen? Suddenly all the things the critics had been saying to me for years came into my head. I decide to just relax, and try to rest.

CHICAGO>>>>My Husband AND OSA ARE THERE!!
As the plane pulls into O'Hare Airport it is announced that we need to transfer to another plane. I grab my bags, and walk out into the Airport only to see MY HUSBAND!!!

He's been on the road selling, but apparently OSA had somehow gotten to him. (He worked for Scientology Company, so no doubt they knew where he was). He walked up to me, hugged me and said, "Hey we need to go on a vacation!" I could only imagine being locked up in some cabin with OSA trying to "Handle me". I knew he didn't know what all I'd been through (remember, I couldn't tell him), so this became VERY serious. I knew he'd do what our auditor, Bill Yaude, would say, and I knew Bill was also working as a volunteer for OSA!

I tell him "No, I have to cross this Bridge myself". I knew if he came with me, he'd pull the "Tory, it's me or them", and I knew I wouldn't have been able to pick anyone but him. Also, I knew OSA knew exactly how to push my buttons.

Suddenly OSA arrives in the Airport! Now I'm pissed, as he'd said he was there by himself. So I told him to leave me alone or I'd call the Police! He must have been shocked out of his mind, hearing me say such things. As this went down, I only wished he knew what I knew, but he having been born into this Cult, I knew it wasn't something I could make him aware of in one or two hours. I had been helping OSA for over a year now on this Top Secret Project which he knew nothing of, and had been on the Internet for 4 weeks talking with the critics, especially Andreas who helped me greatly. I decided it better I go, find out where I was at re ~my~ freedom, and then come home and help him. Sadly, by the time I got home, he was LONG gone: OSA had gotten to him.

I got back on the plane quickly, and again fell into my seat, totally shocked at what had gone down in these last few days! OH MY GAWWWD! By this time I was completely exhausted to the point of near fried.

MAGOO ARRIVES IN TAMPA at 1:45 am

Having traveled to Clearwater, Florida for 7 years, every 6-months, I knew the "Flag Shuttles" Stopped around Midnight. So looking at my watch, I now felt quite safe. I was sure no one would be there..at THIS time, as it was 1:45 in the AM. WRONG!

I walked off down the ramp to see a group of people huddled to the left (OSA), two cops, and three people to the right (Bob, Stacy and Jesse). At the end of the ramp was FSM and OT 7, Penny Jones leaping up and down screaming, "Tory! Tory! I'm your best friend of 30 years!!! Come Talk to me!!" All I could think of was, "Good God, Penny's gone nuts and is now working with OSA too!"

I knew if I didn't talk with her at all, they'd all decide I'd been brainwashed by 'the SP's", so I told her, "I'll give you 2 minutes". Also, as I walked off, the cops held their hands in front of the OSA crowd and said, "She has to pick which side".

Penny got close to my face and said, "Tory..what are you thinking of?" I told her it was WAY too long to explain. She, not knowing the one person I really detested at this time was David Miscavige, said to me: "Well, I'm best friends with DM and I can get him ANY message tonight that you want". With that I looked at the cops and pointed to Bob, Stacy and Jesse and said, "I pick THEM".

The cops then yelled, "STAND BACK!" To the Scios, and I walked off with Bob, Stacy and Jesse. We all hugged, and My new life began :)

It has been an amazing journey, one that I learn from each and every day. I never regret what I did, as it truly is freedom. I'm no longer part of a mind control cult where I have to do what they say. I no longer have to hide how I feel (Hellooooo OSA :)! It's ~~my ~~ life, and I'm proud to say I made it.

There have been tons of people who have helped me since I left, and that has been an amazing adventure in itself. To each person I wish I knew the words to say thank you. I know I say it a lot, but really no one knows just how much you all have meant to me. You truly have helped save my life in many ways.

I miss my "old" friends greatly, especially my now "X-Husband", and only wish each of them takes a look at the insanity of promoting "Man has the inalienable right to Free Speech" But not allowing people to talk with ~anyone~ critical of their group, or even read factual information about them.

Bless each person who takes the time to speak out here on ARS and on Operation Clambake. Also, there are many doing "Other things" behind the scenes, and they too should be greatly thanked for their work and  ompassion and help.

Many people have helped me in more ways than I think I ever dreamed was possible, and each and every person knows who you are and many probably don't. I added up pre leaving Scientology, and by the end I had around 10 friends. Now? I have over 80 friends. God Bless each one of you!!!

To the families who have lost your loved ones, I will continue to speak out in honor of these people, and this abuse. To the youth of the world, I will continue to tell them what it is they *might* be getting into, so just maybe  they can save some years of BS. To those lurking who are too afraid to  speak out, for fear of losing your families, or your jobs, I respect your decisions. I understand, having lost my husband of 27 years in this fight. Do what you can, but remember there are LOTS of things you can do without speaking out publicly.

One man just walks around Hollywood and puts bookmarks in books,  saying "To understand both sides of Scientology, see: http://www.xenu.net  One man has helped me with my spelling, and he just sent me who books! Many women I know have done much to help from behind the scenes. Someone sent me a xenu.net bumper sticker he gives out. The list goes on and on and on. I will say speaking out has .for me .been THE biggest "Case Gain" I've ever had. It's extremely therapeutic, so even if you post  nonymously, I highly recommend telling your story.

Most of all, Be well :)
My best to each of you..

Tory/Magoo~dancing in the moonlight~
In for 30 years
Out for 3 years!
Declared and Expelled (Wooo Hooooo!)
for Thinking and Speaking my Mind