Another unbeliveable cruel story....
And the crimes of my brother Uwe Stuckenbrock.....
From Twin A :
"Because I had pleaded "ill" on my petition. I had to follow through and see Martine, the MLO, officially on a routing form. The IG MAA, Chris Guider also became interested in my routing form. One of the first steps of "To the MLO" routing form was to see Ethics for a PTS Check. I had to sit in a room and read ethics references over. I was given the Science of Survival Book and told to read certain chapters about my mother. She was upset that I had not been visiting her. She was therefore "downtone". She was in general not an enthusiastic person, but really what this was about was that I was being pressured to disconnect from my Mom as an enturbulative source in my life. My twin sister, Corinne, who was holding reception Gold, also was in the EThics Department. She had allowed a phone call from Jim Logan ( I think Jim had had his Mom call Annie and then he got on the line, so my sister thought she was passing Annie's Mom through to Annie and didn't really know) to pass through to Annie. My sister had been removed from the reception desk for that and made to write up O/Ws and do a full PTS SP Course and a PTS Handling. Our last visit to our Mom was kind of sad, had made us sad. I could mistake that for enturbulation, but I mean, my Mom wasn't doing well health wise. I thought it was just natural for daughters to be concerned about their Mom's health. But according to the Science of Survival and the other Ethics References I had to read and go over with the Ethics Officer and Chris Guider, my Mom was a down tone and suppressive person to me. I just didn't know.
My sister and I did finally decide to make the big move. We wrote disconnect letters. We were allowed to leave the Ethics Department. I said not to send mine because I wasn't really sure. The E/O said fine. I went to go see the SSO, Jan Norton at the time, to talk to her about it. She was holding "Qual DePTSer" from above. I sat down in front of Jan and before i could say anything I just started crying. I didn't want to disconnect from my Mom. I couldn't do that. Jan said she would help me with it. Not to worry. The next day I went to go see her. She was not in her office. She had been woken up in the middle of the night and sent on a mission! Some sort of Command Team mission. She was gone without a replacement. It was a COB Order and HAD to get done! I didn't know what to do. I tried to find someone else to help me in Qual to no avail. I went down to the E/O and I told him not to send the disconnect letter and I wanted it back. He said it was too late. He'd sent it, along with my sisters letter. My sister's Ethics Handling and mine were being monitored by the IG MAA and we had to FINISH it and DO the disconnection.
I had nightmares that night and could not sleep. Just weeks before this, I had been talking to someone out at Narconon Chilloco trying to find out if I could get my Mom into a detox program there. The CS there said that he could probably work with her, she'd have to have a special doctors supervision... but she might be able to do the program, a light light version of it. I was hopeful. I had also contacted CCHR and writen about my Mom to someone there. I had hopes that I could "handle" my Mom and help her with her health and mental problems. This is WHY I joined Scientology in the FIRST Godam place, to HELP MY MOM.
My committments to all my "friends" in The Cinematography Division kept my mind off of things for a while, but then I got a phone call in the middle of the day from the new receptionist. It was from the Santa Clara County Controller. My Mom had committed herself to a mental hospital because of my disconnect letter. NO...! But the Controller wasn't calling me because of THAT. He was calling me because my step-father Bill Smith had died. He'd killed himself. He'd gone on a fishing trip somewhere in Tuolomne River or Stanislaus County somewhere and 'forgot' to go to his kidney dialysis that day. The Controller gave me the name and address of the coroner in Stanislaus County. I called him and he told me that because my step-father had no ID on him, it had taken him a long time to track us down. The body had already been cremated. The coroner seemed angry with me, that we had been so hard to find. Or was I just so angry with myself for abandoning my step father? I called my brother Randy and I told him about it, Randy already knew. He'd arranged for my step father to get a headstone at a military cemetary for free because he was a vet. Randy had already spoken to Stan, my Step father's best friend and apparently my step father was really upset with the disconnect letters we'd written and how it had upset him and my Mom. My step father had been living with my Mom. They were looking after each other. When my Mom got committed, he lost his home, because her welfare check was paying the rent at the apartment. He couldn't afford it. He had to pay for Kidney dialysis twice a week to stay alive. He was homeless, without my Mom, and without us. Stan tried to console him, but he was pretty much devastated."
Then here you can read about the crimes of my brother against Twin A and her family:
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showpost.php?p=75578&postcount=138
Here is a short quote from this story full of crimes and abuses: "Uwe, said, OK, I've heard all that you've said. We can deal with this. I want to show you something, we need to go to an office space. He started to drive towards the RPF Site! Uwe, I am not going back! He kept driving. Stop the damn car! Uwe said, "Look, I just want to use the trailer as my office, it's no big deal". He had me sit in front of him at a desk in the back of the men's dorm trailer. He had me read something. I don't even remember what it was. Then he told me that I was officially declared a Suppressive Person again. I said "What????" I got up and I left the trailer, I walked outside and I started to walk out of the RPF Site. I was just going to walk out. I said, "WELL IF I'M DECLARED, THEN I DON'T HAVE TO DO THE RPF DO I?" I'm going home. Tom Woodruff and another guy stopped me. Tom stood in front of me and grabbed my arms. I pushed his hands off of me and then I lunged at him and wrapped my hands around his neck. I started to choke him. I said, "Let me fucking go" And then someone had pulled me off of Tom and slammed me down on the ground really hard. I landed on my back. I started screaming, "I'm not BAD, I'm not BAD". I started to cry."All based on the writings of Mr. Hubbard.....
Markus
...strictly remember it to be from an earlier era.
