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A memoir of betrayal.
It was early 2008 and I had watched a video on youtube that was a declaration of war on the church of
scientology for their attempt at censoring a tom cruise video that leaked out into the internet. I had never
never heard of the group Anonymous before watching the video but, i decided that I will take part in this
obscure campaign. I asserted myself into the group and gave myself a pseudonym "Frosty Fawks".
The following took place from March to April of 2009.
I met a girl by the name of Rebecca she had inducted herself into the ranks of anonymous,
She had a previously lost a friend to the cult of scientology and sought to ally herself with the protest
movement started by the cyber "hacktivist" group that took aim against the cult in late January, of 2008
we met on march 15th otherwise known as the Ides of march. It was a protest that was divided into two separate
groups. she was partaking in the march on the Las Vegas strip. I met her with a mask upon my face she was also
in disguise a black wig with sunglasses. All protesters were disguised. I approached her with confidence and a
great interest in protesting the cult. she showed intense disgust in the criminal organization and their actions.
I began communicating with her and expressing sympathy and interest in her. Her personality was a
conceited one, she admitted to me on numerous ocassions that she likes to use people by means of deception and
false projections. She showed little to no signs of a morality. Her conscience was a minimal at best.
She was notably short tempered and had height issues. I often observed and interacted with her using my
modified version of my alter ego to gain her trust. She was also very trusting which I thought was a weakness in
this manner of affairs. As we were supposed to keep our identities concealed from each other for our own
personal safety. She even invited me into her house within a month of knowing her.
Her boyfriend at the time
was a questionable character, his mannerisms were strange and he later revealed to her that he was actually a
plant of the cult. I did not confirm this myself but, I took advantage of the opportunity to fill in his role so I
could gain a more precise and intimate understanding of her. The fact that at least three other males were
competing for her affection, made it even more of a challenge to court her. It was also a personal side
objective to gain short-term mate status with her. My emotional involvement was exaggerated to her and partly
concealed from the group until a later date. It was my intention to keep their interference to a minimal.
That objective was accomplished with unexpected ease.
In the months to come she would subject me to
excessive stress and pushed the limits of all my personas. Her mental state began to alter with an opinion of
cult founder L.Ron Hubbard. Slowly her scorn of Scientology began to change into praise. It was over the
course of a month she slowly began to change her entire opinion and with it most of her personality.
It began with a trip to a library that contained Dianetics and other related literature. We sat quietly and she
expressed fear and anxiety over random passages from the books. I could not comprehend why she was so
shocked and disturbed by simple words in a book. A page of one of the books had a repetitively used the word
"survive" in bold. This frightened her and she would not explain why. Soon after She told that she has had
enough research for one day and I agreed. She told me to examine her eyes and see if her retinas had dialaed.
She told me that it was an indicator of brainwashing. She occasionally expressed concerns of her personality
changing. After suggesting that reading too much of it has a hypnotic effect she later told told me that she
spent ten hours reading dianetics and highlighting all the faults and hypocrisy contained in dianetics. This
stirred my curiosity in her. It was becomming evident that she was becoming the enemy. Over instant
messengers and outings she would claim to be abused by her newly made scientology friends. She would alter
from being in intense fear to being absolutely calm and happy. When I confronted her about her conflicting
statements she would deny them as if she had no recollection of any previous conversations.
It would stir a defensive attitude in, her she even went as far as to hit me in the face if I pursued in
questioning her. I grew to dispise her but, I was still curious and eager to be in a relationship. I had to endure.
Her fears were magnified, her dislikes and likes were switched. She even developed a sense of questionable
morality. She exhibited fear over things that she once claimed to enjoy, namely thunderstorms. She was
originally an adamantly independent person but, with her increasing fascination with scientology she
degenerated into a person with childlike dependency and overly emotional tones resembling that of Bi-polar
disorder. She also explained things with an irrational elaboration of known sucides committed from
Scientology members and then claim that the current leader of Scientology is to blame and that the orginal
leader was far cry from the previous leader. She would exhibit a serve victim complex when anyone attempted to
debate with her on her perceptions. This was noted by various critics and myself to be typical Scientologist
reactions to any arguments made against their church. She had made a number of friends over the internet
with various people from both sides of the conflict. Though most of them were on the side of Anonymous she
began to develop close ties with friends from the cult. The friends she had made in with Anonymous had
been friends with her longer she slowly began to express pro scientology opions with them and they began to
state that she had become brainwashed, It would seem evident that any voicing of dissent towards a conditioned
follower of the cult would be trained to invert their arguments as invalid and always taking it personally
as it would in turn intensify her faith into the group. She made me promise not to tell anyone of her
involvement with scientology. It was easy for me to keep this promise because I did not want them to know or
intervene, though I had strong suspicions that some members of anonymous were already aware.
Her blinking became reduced, she had become increasingly paranoid over modern medicine and the topic of
psychology. Her side switching behavior became less and less even though she participated in the protests
against her new found faith in the church she oringally sought to destroy. Her behavior took another change
when she she claimed to be beaten inside of the church for disobeying orders to stay out of a room. She was
locked in a room and hit with stick on her right side. The man hitting her was her spiritual adviser or "auditor"
As he beat her, he ordered her to leave the room with a smile. Slowly it was programmed into her that if ever
she got physically hurt; her response would be to laugh or smile. the reason behind is uncertain to me.
She revealed this to me and my response was forgiving and of understanding. These were not my true feelings
however, I felt a sense of disgust but, I concealed my true thoughts in order to maintain my status with her.
Soon after this incident was brought to my attention she began to take interest in Freezone Scientology which
she claimed was the true Scientology as it was more comtemporary and was preserved. With this revelation she
attempted to distance herself from the mainstream chruch of Scientology, This abandonment would not go
unnoticed by the cult. She would claim that she was being stalked by a legitgation task force assembled from the
cult known as OSA (Office of Special Affairs) She would call me at late hours and tell me that she was fearing
for her life from these people. Her claims were dire but, they were also equally outlandish and frequent.
My concerns for her were unclear. I anticipated her abduction. These claims ceased within three days time.
She talked me into making a pro free zone video, I agreed to help her with it to strengthen our bond, The video
was poor and her explanations of free zone could not be taken seriously, I regretted doing that,
The mentioning of fear abruptly ended. She wanted it to seem like she never was in any danger. She began to
make claims that any form of
Scientology was dangerous and that she would leave it out of her life. It seemed like she had learned her
lesson. Within a weeks time I found that she had posted a quote from L.Ron Hubbard about love. This made for
an immediate revial of her obsession with scientology. It was around this time that Rebecca decided to become an
auditor for freezone scientology. It was conceivable that her friends from Freezone Scientology were
actually agents of the church of Scientology. My dissent and concerns remained muted. It was at this time the
group partly knew what of her interest in Scientology. I attempted to remain silent and suppress my knowledge
from them. I didn't want to take sides. But, i knew my loyality was with anonymous. It was never my intention to
betray or abandon anyone but, I knew what I had to do. I knew who was right but, for my own morbid curiosity,
I wanted to witness the completion of her brainwashing. It was painfully clear that she was beyond all help.
I chose not to interfere with her for my own safety, I was convinced that she deserved to be in this trap.
We used to joke about Hubbard's exterestrial beings such as the "thetan" and the Marcab Confederacy, she
abruptly took these beings seriously without any recollection of her previously mocking them. This made it
extremely difficult for me to remain passive and I tried not to express any dissent in front of her. Any time I was
with her I kept falsifying what I knew to be true, this ruse would later fall apart.
For a short time I had been telling myself that she was merely going through a phase and that this was obsession
with the enemy would soon cease but, an incident that would've brought clarity to her perception but, failed to
do so, it was then apparent to me that she was fully immersed in the belief of the cult. She and I were playing a
game of air hockey and she somehow dislocated her shoulder. After a few hours of her attempting to
dianetically heal herself by commanding her shoulder to delete the pain she was experiencing she finally
decided to seek medical attention with me providing transportation to the hospital. While being hospitized she
expressed fears over medical aide from non scientologist personnel and I convinced her that real
professionals will help and that I will be watching over her. Slowly she accepted their help and even received a
a morphine injection which was strictly against the scientologist principles. We recruited the help of a member
of anonymous to take care of her at her trailer home. This was done because her mother was away on business,
she was housed at this women's house for four days. Her mother was made aware of this and given contact
information to reach rebecca for any concerns. Not once did the mother call, I was made aware that in her four
day stay she spent the whole time on the internet aruging for lengthy amounts of time with various people on
the topic of scientology. This disturbed the temporary care giver and it was at this point that her interest and
affection for the cult was no longer a secret. She also posted a message on our message board about purifying
herself for taking a painkiller. She publicly informed members of our local chapter that she was in need of a
scientology cleanse for taking pain killers. Most of the members thought this was a joke and to the few who
really knew her outside of anonymous it was a clear warning sign of her alteration.
It was Late August of 08, I had managed to spend the night at her house, and agree to an auditing session.
I wanted to experience this auditing process, It would be my final lie to her, my instincts told me that this
relationship would soon be terminated and it would be over on my terms. I took a long bus ride to her side of
town, embracing the last of the summer air. It was a risk to allow her to perform any pseudo hypnosis on me
but, that was my final curiosity and I trusted my sense to not be as gullible as she was.
She set me up on a process known as "the sunshine rundown" Which was a type of psuedo therapy to undo
depression which I had claimed to experience. She invited me over for auditing and dinner. Neither of which
would normally appeal to me but, I accepted her offer and contemplated her skills in this field.
She subjected me to long intervials of uninterrupted staring. Neither of us were allowed to blink. I began to
question her and express doubt of this therapy. She stifled my dissent and I continued the staring.
This process left my body feeling numb and I experienced a type of insidious euphoria accompanied by sweating.
Once I had successfully denied myself of blinking and feigned interest in an L.Ron Hubbard lecture,
she allowed me to sleep. I laid next to her and she asked me how I was feeling and I told her I had a headache,
she then proceeded to look into my eyes and would not break contact, I was uncertain of what she would get
by doing that to me. She told me that she could not find anything wrong with me, I argued that I just needed
sleep. She agreed to sleep. I laid next to her with my eyes closed, I was tired but, I was too distrubed to sleep.
She fell asleep first. I laid next to her recalling how she used to be, My eyes were closed as I reviewed
the progress of her cognitive corruption. "why am I not falling asleep?" Rebecca asked herself... She looked
down at her feet and covered them up with a blanket. She then fell asleep. It was evident to me that she learned
that from a scientology. It was at this point I could surmise that half truisms can lead to complete complacency
total deceptions. I felt satisfactory with my observations of her. I waited five minutes laying there contemplating
my emotional expenditure on her and my tolerance for her nature. I leaned in closer to her and whispered "I hate
you, if I was ever honest with you, Its here and now that I am... I hate you rebecca and I will win this game."
I rolled over and fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke with a headache and a vanquised tolerance to her obsession.
My diminished state could not allow me to conceal my true attitude toward her faith. "Is that what you believe
or is that what they told you to?" I bluntly asked her as we cleaned the dishes. She got angry with me and
questioned my loyality to her and I offered a half hearted justification for my outburst. To claim her down I talked her into browsing lolcats with me and she left to take a shit.
She had ballet practice and I walked with her to the bus stop. She had informed me that she will be moving to
California to become an auditor and join her church full time. I calmly concurred that she should do so.
Despite my knowing of what was likely to happen to her. I encouraged her delusional desire to serve an
organization she orginally knew to be sinister. We parted and on the bus ride home it was then I knew that
whatever I shroud I had over here was lifting and that I had to end the charade or permanently lose myself.
We had one conversation over the phone and she began telling me about how she had disconnected from her
various friends and from Anonymous. I could muster my sense of deception, I could only sigh in disbelief.
I feigned an asthma attack and told her that I would talk to the next day. Upon hanging up the phone I knew my
time was up and it was my time to serve up my justice to her. I promptly wrote a letter of disconnect to her and
left it at her door step. I would then follow through with the act of disconnect and not myself to communicate
with her, It was like an ironic example to show what her practices do. She had wanted me to be one of them and
use their practices in my daily life so I showed her the ultimate abandonment.
However, after repeated attempts to talk with me, I talked with her over gmails. In a weak attempt to see if she
could be swayed back into the ranks of anonymous. Against my better judgment I tried to make her doubt it but,
she was so one sided that it proved to be infuriating as well as counter productive.
We would later have communicated through the message board. She abandoned them upon her offical
declaration to join the side of scientology. I
I remained silent about her covert betrayal and accepting of her sorrow. My desire to observe her without
interruption compelled me to remain objective and passive to her reprogramming. This may have been ethically
wrong but, it was to satisfy my curiosity. They would later interfere but, by then it was too late to intervene
and she went missing. A good bye note suggested that she was leaving the country. There was also conflicting
reports of various other scenarios but, I refused to part take in any speculation. Refuting any interest in her
where abouts or well being. My only estimation of her fate was that she was going to be recruited into their
work force and be promoted into an auditor. All I knew is that she was going to get what she deserved in the end. She has no one to blame but, herself for her repugnance
at the behest of her negligent mother, our group was mostly interested in her rescue but, i advised against it.
i renounced her loyalty and the proposal of her retrieval. Those were opposed were unexplainable in their silence.
This lead me to drop out of project chanology without word to the group.
As I felt my disappearance from the cell would be needed to remove the drama and distraction from the Aims of Scientology.
Best Wishes from FF.
A memoir of betrayal.
It was early 2008 and I had watched a video on youtube that was a declaration of war on the church of
scientology for their attempt at censoring a tom cruise video that leaked out into the internet. I had never
never heard of the group Anonymous before watching the video but, i decided that I will take part in this
obscure campaign. I asserted myself into the group and gave myself a pseudonym "Frosty Fawks".
The following took place from March to April of 2009.
I met a girl by the name of Rebecca she had inducted herself into the ranks of anonymous,
She had a previously lost a friend to the cult of scientology and sought to ally herself with the protest
movement started by the cyber "hacktivist" group that took aim against the cult in late January, of 2008
we met on march 15th otherwise known as the Ides of march. It was a protest that was divided into two separate
groups. she was partaking in the march on the Las Vegas strip. I met her with a mask upon my face she was also
in disguise a black wig with sunglasses. All protesters were disguised. I approached her with confidence and a
great interest in protesting the cult. she showed intense disgust in the criminal organization and their actions.
I began communicating with her and expressing sympathy and interest in her. Her personality was a
conceited one, she admitted to me on numerous ocassions that she likes to use people by means of deception and
false projections. She showed little to no signs of a morality. Her conscience was a minimal at best.
She was notably short tempered and had height issues. I often observed and interacted with her using my
modified version of my alter ego to gain her trust. She was also very trusting which I thought was a weakness in
this manner of affairs. As we were supposed to keep our identities concealed from each other for our own
personal safety. She even invited me into her house within a month of knowing her.
Her boyfriend at the time
was a questionable character, his mannerisms were strange and he later revealed to her that he was actually a
plant of the cult. I did not confirm this myself but, I took advantage of the opportunity to fill in his role so I
could gain a more precise and intimate understanding of her. The fact that at least three other males were
competing for her affection, made it even more of a challenge to court her. It was also a personal side
objective to gain short-term mate status with her. My emotional involvement was exaggerated to her and partly
concealed from the group until a later date. It was my intention to keep their interference to a minimal.
That objective was accomplished with unexpected ease.
In the months to come she would subject me to
excessive stress and pushed the limits of all my personas. Her mental state began to alter with an opinion of
cult founder L.Ron Hubbard. Slowly her scorn of Scientology began to change into praise. It was over the
course of a month she slowly began to change her entire opinion and with it most of her personality.
It began with a trip to a library that contained Dianetics and other related literature. We sat quietly and she
expressed fear and anxiety over random passages from the books. I could not comprehend why she was so
shocked and disturbed by simple words in a book. A page of one of the books had a repetitively used the word
"survive" in bold. This frightened her and she would not explain why. Soon after She told that she has had
enough research for one day and I agreed. She told me to examine her eyes and see if her retinas had dialaed.
She told me that it was an indicator of brainwashing. She occasionally expressed concerns of her personality
changing. After suggesting that reading too much of it has a hypnotic effect she later told told me that she
spent ten hours reading dianetics and highlighting all the faults and hypocrisy contained in dianetics. This
stirred my curiosity in her. It was becomming evident that she was becoming the enemy. Over instant
messengers and outings she would claim to be abused by her newly made scientology friends. She would alter
from being in intense fear to being absolutely calm and happy. When I confronted her about her conflicting
statements she would deny them as if she had no recollection of any previous conversations.
It would stir a defensive attitude in, her she even went as far as to hit me in the face if I pursued in
questioning her. I grew to dispise her but, I was still curious and eager to be in a relationship. I had to endure.
Her fears were magnified, her dislikes and likes were switched. She even developed a sense of questionable
morality. She exhibited fear over things that she once claimed to enjoy, namely thunderstorms. She was
originally an adamantly independent person but, with her increasing fascination with scientology she
degenerated into a person with childlike dependency and overly emotional tones resembling that of Bi-polar
disorder. She also explained things with an irrational elaboration of known sucides committed from
Scientology members and then claim that the current leader of Scientology is to blame and that the orginal
leader was far cry from the previous leader. She would exhibit a serve victim complex when anyone attempted to
debate with her on her perceptions. This was noted by various critics and myself to be typical Scientologist
reactions to any arguments made against their church. She had made a number of friends over the internet
with various people from both sides of the conflict. Though most of them were on the side of Anonymous she
began to develop close ties with friends from the cult. The friends she had made in with Anonymous had
been friends with her longer she slowly began to express pro scientology opions with them and they began to
state that she had become brainwashed, It would seem evident that any voicing of dissent towards a conditioned
follower of the cult would be trained to invert their arguments as invalid and always taking it personally
as it would in turn intensify her faith into the group. She made me promise not to tell anyone of her
involvement with scientology. It was easy for me to keep this promise because I did not want them to know or
intervene, though I had strong suspicions that some members of anonymous were already aware.
Her blinking became reduced, she had become increasingly paranoid over modern medicine and the topic of
psychology. Her side switching behavior became less and less even though she participated in the protests
against her new found faith in the church she oringally sought to destroy. Her behavior took another change
when she she claimed to be beaten inside of the church for disobeying orders to stay out of a room. She was
locked in a room and hit with stick on her right side. The man hitting her was her spiritual adviser or "auditor"
As he beat her, he ordered her to leave the room with a smile. Slowly it was programmed into her that if ever
she got physically hurt; her response would be to laugh or smile. the reason behind is uncertain to me.
She revealed this to me and my response was forgiving and of understanding. These were not my true feelings
however, I felt a sense of disgust but, I concealed my true thoughts in order to maintain my status with her.
Soon after this incident was brought to my attention she began to take interest in Freezone Scientology which
she claimed was the true Scientology as it was more comtemporary and was preserved. With this revelation she
attempted to distance herself from the mainstream chruch of Scientology, This abandonment would not go
unnoticed by the cult. She would claim that she was being stalked by a legitgation task force assembled from the
cult known as OSA (Office of Special Affairs) She would call me at late hours and tell me that she was fearing
for her life from these people. Her claims were dire but, they were also equally outlandish and frequent.
My concerns for her were unclear. I anticipated her abduction. These claims ceased within three days time.
She talked me into making a pro free zone video, I agreed to help her with it to strengthen our bond, The video
was poor and her explanations of free zone could not be taken seriously, I regretted doing that,
The mentioning of fear abruptly ended. She wanted it to seem like she never was in any danger. She began to
make claims that any form of
Scientology was dangerous and that she would leave it out of her life. It seemed like she had learned her
lesson. Within a weeks time I found that she had posted a quote from L.Ron Hubbard about love. This made for
an immediate revial of her obsession with scientology. It was around this time that Rebecca decided to become an
auditor for freezone scientology. It was conceivable that her friends from Freezone Scientology were
actually agents of the church of Scientology. My dissent and concerns remained muted. It was at this time the
group partly knew what of her interest in Scientology. I attempted to remain silent and suppress my knowledge
from them. I didn't want to take sides. But, i knew my loyality was with anonymous. It was never my intention to
betray or abandon anyone but, I knew what I had to do. I knew who was right but, for my own morbid curiosity,
I wanted to witness the completion of her brainwashing. It was painfully clear that she was beyond all help.
I chose not to interfere with her for my own safety, I was convinced that she deserved to be in this trap.
We used to joke about Hubbard's exterestrial beings such as the "thetan" and the Marcab Confederacy, she
abruptly took these beings seriously without any recollection of her previously mocking them. This made it
extremely difficult for me to remain passive and I tried not to express any dissent in front of her. Any time I was
with her I kept falsifying what I knew to be true, this ruse would later fall apart.
For a short time I had been telling myself that she was merely going through a phase and that this was obsession
with the enemy would soon cease but, an incident that would've brought clarity to her perception but, failed to
do so, it was then apparent to me that she was fully immersed in the belief of the cult. She and I were playing a
game of air hockey and she somehow dislocated her shoulder. After a few hours of her attempting to
dianetically heal herself by commanding her shoulder to delete the pain she was experiencing she finally
decided to seek medical attention with me providing transportation to the hospital. While being hospitized she
expressed fears over medical aide from non scientologist personnel and I convinced her that real
professionals will help and that I will be watching over her. Slowly she accepted their help and even received a
a morphine injection which was strictly against the scientologist principles. We recruited the help of a member
of anonymous to take care of her at her trailer home. This was done because her mother was away on business,
she was housed at this women's house for four days. Her mother was made aware of this and given contact
information to reach rebecca for any concerns. Not once did the mother call, I was made aware that in her four
day stay she spent the whole time on the internet aruging for lengthy amounts of time with various people on
the topic of scientology. This disturbed the temporary care giver and it was at this point that her interest and
affection for the cult was no longer a secret. She also posted a message on our message board about purifying
herself for taking a painkiller. She publicly informed members of our local chapter that she was in need of a
scientology cleanse for taking pain killers. Most of the members thought this was a joke and to the few who
really knew her outside of anonymous it was a clear warning sign of her alteration.
It was Late August of 08, I had managed to spend the night at her house, and agree to an auditing session.
I wanted to experience this auditing process, It would be my final lie to her, my instincts told me that this
relationship would soon be terminated and it would be over on my terms. I took a long bus ride to her side of
town, embracing the last of the summer air. It was a risk to allow her to perform any pseudo hypnosis on me
but, that was my final curiosity and I trusted my sense to not be as gullible as she was.
She set me up on a process known as "the sunshine rundown" Which was a type of psuedo therapy to undo
depression which I had claimed to experience. She invited me over for auditing and dinner. Neither of which
would normally appeal to me but, I accepted her offer and contemplated her skills in this field.
She subjected me to long intervials of uninterrupted staring. Neither of us were allowed to blink. I began to
question her and express doubt of this therapy. She stifled my dissent and I continued the staring.
This process left my body feeling numb and I experienced a type of insidious euphoria accompanied by sweating.
Once I had successfully denied myself of blinking and feigned interest in an L.Ron Hubbard lecture,
she allowed me to sleep. I laid next to her and she asked me how I was feeling and I told her I had a headache,
she then proceeded to look into my eyes and would not break contact, I was uncertain of what she would get
by doing that to me. She told me that she could not find anything wrong with me, I argued that I just needed
sleep. She agreed to sleep. I laid next to her with my eyes closed, I was tired but, I was too distrubed to sleep.
She fell asleep first. I laid next to her recalling how she used to be, My eyes were closed as I reviewed
the progress of her cognitive corruption. "why am I not falling asleep?" Rebecca asked herself... She looked
down at her feet and covered them up with a blanket. She then fell asleep. It was evident to me that she learned
that from a scientology. It was at this point I could surmise that half truisms can lead to complete complacency
total deceptions. I felt satisfactory with my observations of her. I waited five minutes laying there contemplating
my emotional expenditure on her and my tolerance for her nature. I leaned in closer to her and whispered "I hate
you, if I was ever honest with you, Its here and now that I am... I hate you rebecca and I will win this game."
I rolled over and fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke with a headache and a vanquised tolerance to her obsession.
My diminished state could not allow me to conceal my true attitude toward her faith. "Is that what you believe
or is that what they told you to?" I bluntly asked her as we cleaned the dishes. She got angry with me and
questioned my loyality to her and I offered a half hearted justification for my outburst. To claim her down I talked her into browsing lolcats with me and she left to take a shit.
She had ballet practice and I walked with her to the bus stop. She had informed me that she will be moving to
California to become an auditor and join her church full time. I calmly concurred that she should do so.
Despite my knowing of what was likely to happen to her. I encouraged her delusional desire to serve an
organization she orginally knew to be sinister. We parted and on the bus ride home it was then I knew that
whatever I shroud I had over here was lifting and that I had to end the charade or permanently lose myself.
We had one conversation over the phone and she began telling me about how she had disconnected from her
various friends and from Anonymous. I could muster my sense of deception, I could only sigh in disbelief.
I feigned an asthma attack and told her that I would talk to the next day. Upon hanging up the phone I knew my
time was up and it was my time to serve up my justice to her. I promptly wrote a letter of disconnect to her and
left it at her door step. I would then follow through with the act of disconnect and not myself to communicate
with her, It was like an ironic example to show what her practices do. She had wanted me to be one of them and
use their practices in my daily life so I showed her the ultimate abandonment.
However, after repeated attempts to talk with me, I talked with her over gmails. In a weak attempt to see if she
could be swayed back into the ranks of anonymous. Against my better judgment I tried to make her doubt it but,
she was so one sided that it proved to be infuriating as well as counter productive.
We would later have communicated through the message board. She abandoned them upon her offical
declaration to join the side of scientology. I
I remained silent about her covert betrayal and accepting of her sorrow. My desire to observe her without
interruption compelled me to remain objective and passive to her reprogramming. This may have been ethically
wrong but, it was to satisfy my curiosity. They would later interfere but, by then it was too late to intervene
and she went missing. A good bye note suggested that she was leaving the country. There was also conflicting
reports of various other scenarios but, I refused to part take in any speculation. Refuting any interest in her
where abouts or well being. My only estimation of her fate was that she was going to be recruited into their
work force and be promoted into an auditor. All I knew is that she was going to get what she deserved in the end. She has no one to blame but, herself for her repugnance
at the behest of her negligent mother, our group was mostly interested in her rescue but, i advised against it.
i renounced her loyalty and the proposal of her retrieval. Those were opposed were unexplainable in their silence.
This lead me to drop out of project chanology without word to the group.
As I felt my disappearance from the cell would be needed to remove the drama and distraction from the Aims of Scientology.
Best Wishes from FF.