I threw my last meter away a long time ago.
I remember quite clearly finding it in the back of my garage, buried in a bunch of old boxes.
I brought it out into the sunlight of the driveway and carefully laid it down to get a good look at it in a fond moment of nostalgic reverie---seconds before mercilessly stamping on it several times with my motorcycle boots. After all the shards of plastic had settled to their final resting place, I swept it up and routed it to another plastic spiritual tool of comparable magnitude. A large plastic garbage container.
It felt like an incredibly huge win, but I cannot really be sure of that---since I no longer had an e-meter to verify an F/N.
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HH, we're on the same page! An old memory resurfaced while reading further down this page. One sunny summer day in the later 1980's I got my Mark V meter, the one with the wood frame and blue plastic face, took it outside my apartment to the sidewalk and with all my might threw it down on the concrete (I'm laughing my ass off while writing this). It didn't smash into little pieces like I had hoped so I had to repeat the process until I got flat on it. Anyway, I got this sadistic joy from doing that.
This is fun reading this thread. I rehabbed all sorts of wins from unmocking my scio crap. During my golden era of destroying things scientology I threw all my books, tech and policy volumes, tape cassette collections into the dumpster of the apartment complex I lived in. Oh, and my favorite evil SP moment is when I burned my first copy of DMSMH in my sister's fireplace one cold winter evening. I started by burning one page at a time but that got to be too laborious so I tore out sections of it and gleefully threw them in the fire and watched them burn in hell. I wished I had a video of that.
I still have all my receipts I gathered from all the purchases I made at the Mission and other Orgs. My intent was to make a spreadsheet with dates, items, and cost. I do know the total was around $29,000 which doesn't sound like much compared to what others have wasted. But that was a lot of money for a busboy making about $300/week in 1975-1984 U.S. dollars. At this stage of my life I've lost interest in making that spreadsheet.
I'm pretty sure I threw all my certs out. I do have the last letter sent to me by the ED of the Org that I escaped from. The entirety of the letter : "What happened? Love, Judy." Needless to say I never answered it. lol! I should frame it and put it on a wall in my basement.
The remaining item I still have is my Mark 6 or 7 or whatever hell the number is. I was hoping to sell it one day since I paid big bucks for it. I'm still not sure if I should keep it as a curious artifact from a long gone era or perhaps make a video of destroying it in some insane fashion. I have a fun idea. If there is ever a convention of ex scios getting together we could all coordinate and bring our old meters and other scio crap and have a ritual cleansing party of destroying the symbols of our past oppression. We could have awards based on most creative method of destruction, most hilarious, etc. And of course make a video of it!