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No Fucking at Delphi

Discussion in 'Stories From Inside Scientology' started by CaliMule, Jun 9, 2019.

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  1. CaliMule

    CaliMule Work Hard and Bray


    The "No Fucking at Delphi" rule governing students of The Delphian School, Oregon, was present from the creation rather than being battle with a dragon horde rudely rearing its head in some latter-day invasion. The hormone hurricanes and stormy sexuality of both middle and upper school students don't allow for waiting around to see if a problem will arise: that's always waiting until the capacity for choice has been overtaken by events. What a never ending battle it is, requiring year after year of staff rising each morning knowing they must live each day with courage and then on into the night provide for the patrolling of buildings and adjacent lush concealing forests.

    The establishment year of public student admission was 1976, specifically its "summer session". This extended to campers of the grudgingly-being-raised-in-Scientology persuasion the chance to finally find a place specifically for them. It would lack the progression of nautical skill development from canoe to dinghy to Sunfish sailboat and just maybe a shot at sailing a Hobie Cat just like the coolest campers got to do, in between those Salute Your Shorts moments of cruel pranking and such. In lieu, plenty of nature hikes and the like. Plenty of meals served that would gladly cater to "vegan". Plenty of "sanity" to be displayed in those moments where you have problems and zero funds to cope with them. It would offer immensely less "drama", the human emotion and reaction that attends young people who don't yet have great communication or social skills attempting to live together. Less drama - or so they would have you believe.

    In the mid-70s the Vietnam War was wound down and similarly abating was draft resistance related to it that inspired nubile young women to advertise they will "fuck for peace", so as to lure potential soldiers away from their destined path. The ethos lived on, the memory remained of course. The mid-70s saw massive social embracing of the hedonistic motto "if it feels good do it" and this phrase could serve as an effective thought stopping or deliberation halting tool much of the time in public discourse. The Man might get riled up if Roman Polanski drugs and then anally penetrates a 13 year old girl, but Jack Nicholson was shacked up with a 13 year old girl without The Man arresting him. Brooke Shields could be filmed at 12 years old doing extensive full frontal nudity in a role that tracks her transition from girl raised in a brothel to working girl in a brothel, and no one went to prison for this. "It was a different time" Hollywood perverts try to remind us here in these years.

    When Delphi school started up in 1976 it welcomed students that breathed the nonScientology air of those different times. (Note: I refuse to describe some of these students as "wogs" because that is a term British bigots invented which should never have been adopted by Scientological bigots.) Some of these nonScientology kids were sent by parents realizing there is some issue requiring a geographical cure or social break-off to prevent a worsening situation. Some of these kids were provided by the State of Oregon, which was seeking alternatives to incarceration for minors who had problematic homes or minor courtroom difficulties to cope with. Some of those kids were being raised in Scientology by their parents, but what exactly that made the kid was a sensitive or delicate matter really as the kids themselves often saw it. They were pinned down by a set of expectations and presumed agreement as to some knowledge ("you meant to say INFALLIBLE knowledge there, didn't you, young Scientologist!") that they as alleged Scientologists could not easily disown while still a minor. Sexual mores being in flux in the mid-70s and the incoming allegedly-Scientologist students living and breathing in a common atmosphere of the era meant there would be a "No Fucking at Delphi" issue to sort out even among them. Perhaps, even, among them most of all, as they had the deepest exposure to the anti-authoritarian, pro-liberatarian, "we advocate total freedom" mouthings of Hubbard.

    What I suspect was Incident One concerning the "No Fucking at Delphi" rule was related to me by the male half. Yes, yes, always be a little suspicious of teen male boasting, but I think there is at least the spirit of candor if not the exactness of caliper measurement in his telling.

    P would clearly tell you early on in meeting him that he "could marry them and bury them" at 13 when he became an ordained Scientology minister. He delivered such a wealth of Well Done Auditing Hours to Delphi staff that a Delphi promise to him was fulfilled, granting him student status at Delphi. Ah, lazy days of sitting your butt in a wooden chair for hours and hours. His outgoing and confident personality was the sort that females find very attractive. A guy exuding confidence allows her to bolster her own sense of confidence and thus self-esteem, often in short supply in teen girl years. He wasn't destined to be a studly swimsuit model though.

    R was almost stereotypical California slender blonde beach girl material, right down to the blend of emotionally composed aloofness and pleasantly sociable open style of presenting herself. She was one of those girls of that era who achieved "well balanced": smart but not showing off braininess, socially poised without suggesting snooty superiority, stylish but no slave to fashion, and perhaps above all for our purposes of the story, neither a slut nor a prude.

    P & R finding themselves together at the inaugural summer session went through a process of getting friendly, finding their way to a natural swimming hole, and proceeding to walk down the path of skinny dipping to something more serious. P's intimation that it was "getting serious" should remind one of the Aerosmith song heard in the dorms a lot in that first year: Train Kept a Rolling (all night long).

    Staff didn't approve of this kind of journey of discovery that would end in a mere fig leaf of experiential wisdom, at great risk. It employed the time tested Prowl-Sniff-Find-Confront Process to achieve Adolescence Interruptus as a form of birth control. No mention if there was the academic "imposing negative consequences", but of course P&R definitely "received counseling". Probably they received counseling in that patient but persistent manner which Delphi staff are so good at employing, and probably continuously during all states of nudity and to more acceptable attire. For the record, P was not R's auditor and was in fact in the status of fellow STUDENT and not a staff member in relation to her. He was just a horny boy, not a scofflaw miscreant.

    That patient but persistent manner of dealing with problem students was evidenced roughly a year later in the events leading up to R leaving Delphi on less than good terms. R related portions of the matter at the dinner table in clear hearing of adjacent dinner tables as well. I recall the look on her face and tone of contempt in her voice as she related a conversation she found insulting. "Like tossing babies out the window is really my favorite hobby, Greg." It puzzled me that she was offended, because the secrets among the student body were seldom ever really secrets. She had to have been paying attention to the stream of ethics actions concerning the "No Fucking at Delphi" rule that had already rolled past. She had to expect that the whole Prowl-Sniff-Find-Confront process was going to result in getting caught in the act and lead to potentially emphatic counseling at least.

    Actually the Greg in question was a rather sensible person, and it is clear that the counseling provided was intended to ramp up the gradient of pressure on R to realize the problem presented and join in on mutually overcoming it. Greg excelled at the patient but persistent manner of speaking to problem kids that Delphi staff used. Greg wasn't the kind who enjoyed locking horns and prevailing against students, and it seems that it was R who finally reached the state where locking horns was imperative to her. "Girls want to do the same things boys want to do" as the most famous line of dialogue from Peyton Place put it.

    No one was ignorant of the fact that Hunky Boy and one of the J Twins were caught in bed, staff having lacked enough diligence in the Prowl-Sniff-Find-Confront process that it had to settle for Coitus Interruptus instead of mere Adolescence Interruptus in the preliminaries. That didn't result in anyone getting kicked out or leaving on bad terms. Both continued on with student life. The point seems to be, they follow the idea of "gradient scales", much like the medical school procedure doctors are taught about starting with the smallest effective dose in your estimate and only slowly ramping up dosage to reach needed effects. It was a livable situation if you were willing to work it out with them, not lock horns.

    Currently Delphi deploys some of the student body as "rovers" who take walkie-talkies and flashlights in hand to patrol the buildings and surrounding forest, lush in their capacity to conceal. These rovers do not answer at roll call nor roll into bed at the appointed time after roll call but implement the time tested Prowl-Sniff-Find-Confront procedure to assure adolescent birth control is in effect. "No Fucking at Delphi" is not a mere aspiration, but an accomplished fact due to their turning in late, perhaps in the early hours of the morning.

    Regardless of how often the lower school choir might be praised for being "big beings in little bodies", there are certain rules that accompany maturational development of homo sapiens. They did in 1976 when Incident One arose, just as they do in 2019 when nature continues to run wild near Sheridan, Oregon. (And we can't just let nature run wild, now, can we?)
     
    Last edited: Jun 9, 2019
  2. CaliMule

    CaliMule Work Hard and Bray

    TL;DR

    When Delphi fired up in '76 it welcomed students steeped in both secular "if it feels good do it" ideas and religious "we advocate total freedom" mouthings. Neither were welcome to free the nipple or do the Free Willy thing.

    If you believed that truth depends on personal experience and persist in seeking your own answers sexually, you would be booted out. If you tucked your tail in, sheepishly apologized, and then complied with conservative standards sexually, you'd be allowed to stay even if you broke severe taboos.

    Even in the anything goes 70s, there never was an era of licentiousness there, just rituals you had to cravenly perform to be accepted back into good standing after being licentious.