Boojuum
Silver Meritorious Patron
I got into Scientology because I wanted to be better--smarter and more successful with the opposite sex. It was very apparent that other people who were very similar to me were smarter and had girlfriends.
The folks who got me involved with cos were brilliant and doing great things. The other scienos I met were very cool.
As I became more involved I came to believe that I WAS smarter and the girlfriend thing took a long time to sort out.
I was audited and trained and read LRH endlessly under the certainty that I was getting better, you know, more able, smarter with an amazing insight into the minds of others.
Scientology informed me that my troubles could be solved by addressing me as a spiritual being. I thought that as a more capable spiritual being my problems would be solved.
Eventually, I viewed my needs as spiritual, only to be solved by more spiritual counselling. And then, everything would fall into place.
As I read more LRH, I developed the sense that I could develop many, many new ways to be more able, smarter and spiritual. Life would become more of a game and I'd be less at the effect of it all.
The basic belief that I could get better was repeatedly enforced as part of the fabric of being "in" Scientology. As long as I thought that I could get much better, I wanted to be involved and was willing to make the sacrifice of my time and career and relationships.
The carrot on the stick that kept me reaching was all about self-improvement.
I've been out for 20 years but still the overpowering hope that I can get better lingers like an addictive drug.
Idiotic management drove me out. I enjoyed the auditing and training.
The irrepressible urge to improve is so very alluring.
The folks who got me involved with cos were brilliant and doing great things. The other scienos I met were very cool.
As I became more involved I came to believe that I WAS smarter and the girlfriend thing took a long time to sort out.
I was audited and trained and read LRH endlessly under the certainty that I was getting better, you know, more able, smarter with an amazing insight into the minds of others.
Scientology informed me that my troubles could be solved by addressing me as a spiritual being. I thought that as a more capable spiritual being my problems would be solved.
Eventually, I viewed my needs as spiritual, only to be solved by more spiritual counselling. And then, everything would fall into place.
As I read more LRH, I developed the sense that I could develop many, many new ways to be more able, smarter and spiritual. Life would become more of a game and I'd be less at the effect of it all.
The basic belief that I could get better was repeatedly enforced as part of the fabric of being "in" Scientology. As long as I thought that I could get much better, I wanted to be involved and was willing to make the sacrifice of my time and career and relationships.
The carrot on the stick that kept me reaching was all about self-improvement.
I've been out for 20 years but still the overpowering hope that I can get better lingers like an addictive drug.
Idiotic management drove me out. I enjoyed the auditing and training.
The irrepressible urge to improve is so very alluring.