JESSE PRINCE AND THE L RON HUBBARD PERFUME CAPER

[Dean Blair]

I don't know if everyone has read the story about L Ron Hubbard and his terrible aversion to the smell of roses. I thought it was a hilarious story told by Jesse Prince and so I would like to bump it for any new comers to read.TALES FROM THE CULT III.

When my wife and I were in the Sea Org, the CMO came around to everyone's room searching for any product that had sent in it and confiscated them. This could be perfume, cologne, a bar of bath soap, shampoo, deodorant, or anything that smelled nice. Below is the story.

30 Aug 2000
"Jesse Prince" <[email protected]>

Hard to imagine, but not every tale from the cult involves criminal activity. Sometimes it's just plain old bizarre, like this one here.
You may have noticed (especially pubic Scientologist) that the staff of Sea Org organizations have very strong opinions about how one smells. In particular, Sea Org members can't stand the smell of scented products. How odd it is that ALL Sea Org members reject the smell of perfume or cologne and act like you have committed a crime if a person should indulge in such.

Odd behavior indeed! All Sea Org members are trained to reject "scents" because Hubbard ordered it so. In the same matter in which he ordered Sea Org members are forbidden to own a television This goes a long way to explain why Sea Org members seem so out of touch with just about any and everything, fashion and trends for sure. It's all to clear to free thinking people why the control of information is important if you want to create a "loyal" goon squad and keep them in the dark. Even someone as stupid and destructive as Adolph Hitler knew that one!
Anyway, there is a reason and an exact story of why Sea Org members' are not allowed the simple pleasure of being able to experience smells or perfume or scented products, and I'll tell it to you now.

The year was 1984. Hubbard was on an up swing of one of his manic depressive mood swings. Hubbard started out writing something about the use of computers on the whole track ( whole track = existence and civilizations that pre date any earthly recorded time period) and somehow got into a rant about tar-coal perfume. Hubbard discovered that everything he touched had the scent of rose perfume, which was derived from tar-coal. Hubbard said the rose scent permeated all new clothes as the sizing used on new clothes was the same tar coal rose perfume that greatly irritated his nose and skin. Being highly sensitive because of his OTness, Hubbard quickly lost patience for anything that smelled of rose perfume. I guess you could spend a day reading all of the "advices" Hubbard came up with concerning rose perfume. Like the BT (body thetan) story, Hubbard discovered EVERTHING smelled like rose perfume! All of his clothes smelt like it, every piece of paper sent to him from Int Management and RTC smelt like it. The poor man was plagued by cheap rose perfume and when Hubbard was miserable everyone around or connected to him shared the misery.

Hubbard was an avid smoker of cigarettes, Kool non filter to be exact and smoked no less than three packs a day. Anyone who smokes or has smoked knows the sense of smell is greatly affected by the fact of smoking.
Missions and projects were fired out to find or create a line of soap products that were scentless. Chemist were hired, and a new line of soap products were created. At great expense, a new line of shampoo and conditioner, laundry soap, body lotion, hand soap, industrial cleaning soap....you name it. All the while, the hysteria created by Hubbard for the dreaded rose perfume got worse and worse.

Hubbard was close by Golden Era Productions out in Hemet and had a team of 6 people that did nothing but clean a house he lived in a few times a week. This team was also responsible for doing his laundry. Hubbard and his messengers developed new tech for handling his laundry. The procedure was to take a brand new shirt or other new article of clothing and wash it is six separate tubs of water by hand three times. That's 18 separate wash cycles! To rinse, the article was rinsed in six different tubs of clear water three times. The end product was a new shirt that was now thread bare and falling apart. Not to be stopped, there was a special sewer posted that would sew up the ruined shirt.The shirt would be dried outside on a clothes line, put in a plastic bag and sent on to Hubbard.

Hubbard had a fit again as he said he could still smell the rose perfume. He figured the smell was coming from the plastic bags his thread bare clothes were being sent to him in. Lower conditions were assigned to everyone connected with the project as poor little Hubbard had no clothes to wear!
During this same time period, Hubbard had ordered Scientology celebs to create a music score for his books, the Mission Earth series. I'm sure some here have had the unfortunate experience of hearing this load of crap. Very similar to the Battlefield Earth movie, crap. Anyway, it was time to mix the album down and the same producer/engineer who mixed Michel Jackson's Thriller album was employed at great expense to try and do something with the terminally ill music score project.

The name of this person is Bruce Swadean (sp?). Bruce came with his wife as I guess he was afraid to be alone in Scientology's top management facilities. After two days in the studio, a staff member was told to handle Bruce's wife because she was stinking up Hubbard's studio with her nasty perfume. Of course Davey is the one who ordered this to be done. A girl named Mary, got the task and she pulled Bruce's wife aside while Bruce was in the studio trying to raise the unborn dead and told her she would have to handle herself as she was stinking up Hubbard's nice music studio with her smelly perfume. To say the least, the woman was horrified by the shear rudeness of what had just happened and ran into the studio and told her husband about it.
Without missing a beat, Bruce stood up and told Rick Cruzen, Charlie Rush, Peter Slesh (sp?) just how wacky he really thought they all were and left the building never to be seen or heard from again. No matter how much Davey had people beg Bruce, he would not come back to the Golden Era Production concentration camp.

Lower conditions for all concerned again! See how the misery is spread!
Now every piece of paper sent to Hubbard from Int Management and RTC had the dreaded rose perfume smell and lower conditions were flying around in CMO Int. Now the only way to send something to Hubbard was through Marc Yeager who was the Commanding Officer of CMO Int until he messed it up too. Hubbard decided Marc Yeager was full of overts as his perception had to be way down if he was not able to smell the rose perfume! Everyone thought Marc had a good nose because between Davey, Marc and me, Marc was the only one who did not smoke cigarettes, wrong again. Marc is now writing up his overts and withholds and doing conditions for sending up the dreaded rose perfume smell to Hubbard.

This horrified the hell out of me because I knew my ticket was next. Sure enough Davey and Vickie tell me it's my turn to go to the ovens and neither one had any advice as to what I should do. Both had already been smelling everything that was sent up to Hubbard and they missed it too. Davey smoked at least 2 packs of Camel non filter cigarettes and I smoked about a pack and a half. What was I suppose to smell?

The question going through my mind was what had I done to get put in this horrible position? How much pain and humiliation would I have to suffer before it was over for me and just how over for me would it be? Every bit of perfume had been taken from all the staff and destroyed. Half of the newly created line of scentless products were found to be defective and further test were being done to find the rest defective. I remember sitting in my office with boxes of dispatches and laundry ready to be sent to Hubbard, all I had to do was give it the old smell test and all would be fine. When you are alone there is no one to pretend for. I opened the boxes, looked inside and put the lids back on, no reason to smell. I sat there for what I thought would seem a reasonable amount of time for a person to smell this crap. During this interlude, I was wondering if I had recently done anything that would make Hubbard like me and thus spare me. A few things came to mind (and I'll tell these later) but to tell the truth, I didn't feel very confident for keeping my head.

Anyway the stuff went up and came back. Hubbard was pleased and said the smell was greatly reduced, though not fully handled. Hubbard discovered the dreaded rose smell was coming from the ink in the pens people had used to sign off that they had checked for smells and found none! I can't tell you how relieved we all were, me especially. After a few weeks Hubbard forgot about the dreaded rose perfume smell and found other things to rant about.
Hubbard had an amazing ability to write down EVERYTHING and soon a new commandment was issued about smells. Hubbard even tied it in with the psychs evil plan to kill us all. This is why and how the whole group of Sea Org and even most Scientology public can't/won't wear scented products.
All I can say is thank God Hubbard found out about visteril before he pasted on. Life for the poor Sea Org members and public could have been a lot worst.
--
Jesse Prince
Director
The Lisa McPherson Trust

 

[Udarnik]

I dunno WTF Tubbard was thinking about, but phenethyl alcohol is made from petroleum derived products (benzene is the major precursor), not coal tar. Coal tar was the source of precursors for many dyes and perfumes in Hubbard's youth (the original synthetic dye was the color mauve, derived from a compound in coal tar, it kicked off the modern chemical industry), but that had significantly changed by the 30s.

Once again, like the pneumonia fixation, the fears of Tubs's childhood pervade Scientology. I still speculate that his mother was the source of many of his idiosyncrasies.

 

[uncover]

That was nothing new in 1984 according to this reports (from Face) :

http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?25237-Hubbard-s-Dirty-Laundry/page2

On the Apollo El Ron and Family had their own, staffed and paid for by the SO, "Household Unit". These folks did all of Hisself and Family's cleaning food ordering, food preps and service, Laundry and just about everything else imaginable that domestic and personal servants and staffs do.

El Ron was positively OCD to the Nth degree on smells, dirt, tastes, textures, etc…to the point that, to an outsider, Hisself would appear to to obviously be pathologically disturbed (think the TV Character, “Monk”). El Ron was also often quite grotesquely verbally, mentally and emotionally abusive to Hisself’s quasi slave's. On the “Shooting Stars” Thread I wrote about this a bit and about Rick Sheahy, who was the “CommodeDore’s Steward” for a number of years on the Apollo.

El Ron had written detailed exact Directives on how Hisself’s cloths were to be washed and handled, quarters cleaned, food prepared and served, dishes washed and stored and the detail and nature of the procedures bordered on and, in some cases went far beyond, the absurd (think “Howard Hughes”).

Face

and Dart Smohen:
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?5145-SOMETHING-SMELLS-!!

Dear old "Laffy" was paranoid about smell. He had a very finely tuned nose and was quick to tell you that these was a smell about something, paint, putty, oil, anything in fact.

He would not permit perfume or cologne to be worn around him.

In 1967, in Las Palmas, his shower room on the Avon was being refurbished. Putty was used to seal the gaps (as you do). He came to inspect and promptly went ballistic (No! you say, surely not!)

......

"Twin A" reported here about cleaning the old suckers dirty laundry:
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?2483-25-Years-of-Scn&p=73248#post73248

.....

Now because I was such a good woiker, I got assigned to the Laundry team. When LRH's laundry came to the base in a van from Creston, where LRH was ( I didn't know he was there, I just knew the approximate time it took the van to come up and back, it wasn't hard to guess in the Santa Barbara area), to us --- the Laundry Team was put into action. It was like our Watch Quarter and Station Bill Assignment, "Condition One Laundry" --- the best laundry doers were gathered together for 48 hours of washing LRHs clothes! So that they could all get stuck on the van and driven back out to LRH.

There were about 7 of us youngsters and we lined up near this trough with large 10 gallon plastic containers. The containers were filled with this special filtered water. Then we washed each piece of clothing by hand in some special laundry soap. I think it was rugged red and "Granny's" or just "Granny's". It was totally odorless and left no residue. Well, not after we rinsed each piece of clothing 7 times. We'd wash each item. Then dump out the soapy water. Get new fresh water into the container. Dip, rinse, dip rinse, empty again. Fill up with water, dip rinse, dip in and rinse again. No ringing of the item was allowed, didn't want to squeeze the material at all. LRH didn't like that. The fibers of his clothes could not be traumatized by excessive abuse. Not even the rugged cotton flannel shirts! Especially not his silk socks! Heaven forbid that the item of clothing would lose it's shape in any way.

Now us teenagers late at night and sometime wet and freezing cold, tried to make the best of the situation. We found that it was actually kind of fun to do the repetitive washing and rinsing tasks to music! We played Michael Jackson music loudly on a boom box and kind of rinsed and washed to the rhythm. Once the item of clothing had been hand rinsed many times, it was placed on a plastic hanger --- no WIRE hangers allowed! They were bad for the clothes, so too were wooden hangers, because they smelled like wood. Plastic hangers only. And the clothes were hand pressed, no IRONING, the clothing items had to hang to dry in a sunny space. Sun and fresh air and some heaters that didn't smell.

If dust got into the heaters, they smelled like burnt dust and might impart that smell to the drying clothes. So we used air compressors to clean out the heaters of any dust. Then let them run for a while to make sure they didn't smell. Man if his clothes didn't smell super fresh and clean, I don't know what did. And with the vibes of a bunch of dancing teenagers that made the whole thing into a party imparted to those clothes... it had to be a spiritual experience for LRH to get his laundry done like this! What human being alive exists today who can even AFFORD to have a team of people stay up for 48 hours to hand wash and dry their personal laundry? In Specially filtered water and specially ordered soaps? And if such a human being did exist who could AFFORD this, would they actually have it done? Maybe someone in the oil business?

Now, as part of my cleaner hat, I had to study * advices about how perfumes that used coal tar as a base, such as synthetic ROSE perfume, were invented by evil psychiatrists on the whole track to confuse the senses and confuse people. That's why we had to use the special soaps and really rinse well. Those darn psychiatrists were trying to distract LRH with perfumed detergents!
.....

And not to forget:
http://home.earthlink.net/~snefru/deathoflrh/prince-death.html

.... that LRH was an old man past his prime, with no real "new ideas" or "brilliant revelations" for quite some time. All he (El Con Hubbard) could do was say the same thing, over and over:

"There are more BTs! Many more than people realize!"

​

Hubbard really was a bit senile at the end there - his brain pretty well fried by a wide range of drugs which he used for his "research" .....

So, did you ever smell the odor of fresh BT´s and clusters ?.......

 

[Dulloldfart]

Dunno about other ex-SO, but I was very pleased to get my sense of smell back again, once the minor annoyance at not being able to wear Old Spice aftershave had worn off.

Paul

 

[Dean Blair]

Hubbard was fuckin batshit crazy. What a turd. I wish he were still alive so that I could send him a letter on the SO#1 line. I would drench the letter in Glade Rose scented air freshener and stink his office up to high heaven to add some Psychiatric impact to the choice words I would choose in my letter.

 

[cakemaker]

In Marty's book, Memoirs of a Scientology Warrior, Sarge tells this bit about rose perfume (just before LRH died),

S: And it wasn’t much longer after that things got a little bit strange. LRH was in the Bluebird a lot, because he wasn’t well. I would be mucking out stalls and he’d come out in his nightgown and slippers. And you know, for a disguise he grew a beard and long hair and all that for a disguise, all right? But you could tell he wasn’t feeling well. He was shaking a little bit. He had lost some weight. And he was walking around in his nightgown and he would follow me around. And I would say, “Yes, sir,” and “no, sir” and that sort of thing, listening to him. He was ranting and raving about psychs and rose perfume.

M: Rose perfume?

S: Rose perfume. Yeah. Rose perfume is his... the smells that they put in shampoos, and soaps, and things like that. That’s all part of the psych conspiracy, is the rose perfume. And this was not LRH, okay? He was... this was weird. And I’d say, “Yes, sir,” “no, sir,” and he’d say, “You have to be careful of rose perfume; those goddamn psychs,” and he’d just rant and rave and walk around while I was cleaning out the stalls.

M: At night?

S: No, it was in the afternoon. And when he wasn’t feeling good he wouldn’t dress. See, LRH loved to dress. He wore capes, and the hats, and the whole bit. I mean he dressed. When he was getting sick and he wasn’t right, he would wear nightgown, slippers, he didn’t get dressed. You know, it was different. It was not the same LRH everybody knew. Okay? But then one day, God I am trying to remember when. He died, in the middle of January ’ 86,1 believe it was...

M: The 26th.

S: Was it the end of January? Then it was... this must have been sometime early January.

M: Or the 24th.

S: Must have been sometime early January, Annie called me. “Sarge, Sarge,” she was all excited, very upset, and she says, “LRH wants you to go to the south gate of the pasture and tell me if the bt is there.”

M: The bt?

S: Or a bt. “Look for the bt on the south gate” or something like that. It was something like that. It’s something I don’t like telling people. But I think they need to know where he was at during that period of time, because he had had a stroke and I didn’t know it. I didn’t know he’d had a stroke.

M: What ever happened with that thing? Did you go down and check it out, or...

S: I did it several times because I checked it, and I told Annie I didn’t see any bts. So she went in the Bluebird and he said, “No, it’s the wrong fence.” So I went, checked another... or it was a gate, the gate,
I’m trying to remember, was it the south gate? Anyway, I checked like three gates, or something. Each time I would come back and report to Annie that I didn’t see any bts and she would tell him. So I don’t know what that was all about. That was so weird.

 

[oneonewasaracecar]

It's a pity he didn't have an autopsy. Might shed some light on why he smelt things that obviously weren't there and might also explain his psychology.

 

[programmer_guy]

I still think that all of those behaviours add up to paranoid schizophrenia.
And his obsession with imaginary people (BTs) just nails it for me.

When did Hubbard 1st start writing about BTs? (like in HCOBs)

 

[HelluvaHoax!]

I don't know if everyone has read the story about L Ron Hubbard and his terrible aversion to the smell of roses. I thought it was a hilarious story told by Jesse Prince and so I would like to bump it for any new comers to read.TALES FROM THE CULT III.

When my wife and I were in the Sea Org, the CMO came around to everyone's room searching for any product that had sent in it and confiscated them. This could be perfume, cologne, a bar of bath soap, shampoo, deodorant, or anything that smelled nice. Below is the story.

30 Aug 2000
"Jesse Prince" <[email protected]>

Hard to imagine, but not every tale from the cult involves criminal activity. Sometimes it's just plain old bizarre, like this one here.
You may have noticed (especially pubic Scientologist) that the staff of Sea Org organizations have very strong opinions about how one smells. In particular, Sea Org members can't stand the smell of scented products. How odd it is that ALL Sea Org members reject the smell of perfume or cologne and act like you have committed a crime if a person should indulge in such.

Odd behavior indeed! All Sea Org members are trained to reject "scents" because Hubbard ordered it so. In the same matter in which he ordered Sea Org members are forbidden to own a television This goes a long way to explain why Sea Org members seem so out of touch with just about any and everything, fashion and trends for sure. It's all to clear to free thinking people why the control of information is important if you want to create a "loyal" goon squad and keep them in the dark. Even someone as stupid and destructive as Adolph Hitler knew that one!
Anyway, there is a reason and an exact story of why Sea Org members' are not allowed the simple pleasure of being able to experience smells or perfume or scented products, and I'll tell it to you now.

The year was 1984. Hubbard was on an up swing of one of his manic depressive mood swings. Hubbard started out writing something about the use of computers on the whole track ( whole track = existence and civilizations that pre date any earthly recorded time period) and somehow got into a rant about tar-coal perfume. Hubbard discovered that everything he touched had the scent of rose perfume, which was derived from tar-coal. Hubbard said the rose scent permeated all new clothes as the sizing used on new clothes was the same tar coal rose perfume that greatly irritated his nose and skin. Being highly sensitive because of his OTness, Hubbard quickly lost patience for anything that smelled of rose perfume. I guess you could spend a day reading all of the "advices" Hubbard came up with concerning rose perfume. Like the BT (body thetan) story, Hubbard discovered EVERTHING smelled like rose perfume! All of his clothes smelt like it, every piece of paper sent to him from Int Management and RTC smelt like it. The poor man was plagued by cheap rose perfume and when Hubbard was miserable everyone around or connected to him shared the misery.

Hubbard was an avid smoker of cigarettes, Kool non filter to be exact and smoked no less than three packs a day. Anyone who smokes or has smoked knows the sense of smell is greatly affected by the fact of smoking.
Missions and projects were fired out to find or create a line of soap products that were scentless. Chemist were hired, and a new line of soap products were created. At great expense, a new line of shampoo and conditioner, laundry soap, body lotion, hand soap, industrial cleaning soap....you name it. All the while, the hysteria created by Hubbard for the dreaded rose perfume got worse and worse.

Hubbard was close by Golden Era Productions out in Hemet and had a team of 6 people that did nothing but clean a house he lived in a few times a week. This team was also responsible for doing his laundry. Hubbard and his messengers developed new tech for handling his laundry. The procedure was to take a brand new shirt or other new article of clothing and wash it is six separate tubs of water by hand three times. That's 18 separate wash cycles! To rinse, the article was rinsed in six different tubs of clear water three times. The end product was a new shirt that was now thread bare and falling apart. Not to be stopped, there was a special sewer posted that would sew up the ruined shirt.The shirt would be dried outside on a clothes line, put in a plastic bag and sent on to Hubbard.

Hubbard had a fit again as he said he could still smell the rose perfume. He figured the smell was coming from the plastic bags his thread bare clothes were being sent to him in. Lower conditions were assigned to everyone connected with the project as poor little Hubbard had no clothes to wear!
During this same time period, Hubbard had ordered Scientology celebs to create a music score for his books, the Mission Earth series. I'm sure some here have had the unfortunate experience of hearing this load of crap. Very similar to the Battlefield Earth movie, crap. Anyway, it was time to mix the album down and the same producer/engineer who mixed Michel Jackson's Thriller album was employed at great expense to try and do something with the terminally ill music score project.

The name of this person is Bruce Swadean (sp?). Bruce came with his wife as I guess he was afraid to be alone in Scientology's top management facilities. After two days in the studio, a staff member was told to handle Bruce's wife because she was stinking up Hubbard's studio with her nasty perfume. Of course Davey is the one who ordered this to be done. A girl named Mary, got the task and she pulled Bruce's wife aside while Bruce was in the studio trying to raise the unborn dead and told her she would have to handle herself as she was stinking up Hubbard's nice music studio with her smelly perfume. To say the least, the woman was horrified by the shear rudeness of what had just happened and ran into the studio and told her husband about it.
Without missing a beat, Bruce stood up and told Rick Cruzen, Charlie Rush, Peter Slesh (sp?) just how wacky he really thought they all were and left the building never to be seen or heard from again. No matter how much Davey had people beg Bruce, he would not come back to the Golden Era Production concentration camp.

Lower conditions for all concerned again! See how the misery is spread!
Now every piece of paper sent to Hubbard from Int Management and RTC had the dreaded rose perfume smell and lower conditions were flying around in CMO Int. Now the only way to send something to Hubbard was through Marc Yeager who was the Commanding Officer of CMO Int until he messed it up too. Hubbard decided Marc Yeager was full of overts as his perception had to be way down if he was not able to smell the rose perfume! Everyone thought Marc had a good nose because between Davey, Marc and me, Marc was the only one who did not smoke cigarettes, wrong again. Marc is now writing up his overts and withholds and doing conditions for sending up the dreaded rose perfume smell to Hubbard.

This horrified the hell out of me because I knew my ticket was next. Sure enough Davey and Vickie tell me it's my turn to go to the ovens and neither one had any advice as to what I should do. Both had already been smelling everything that was sent up to Hubbard and they missed it too. Davey smoked at least 2 packs of Camel non filter cigarettes and I smoked about a pack and a half. What was I suppose to smell?

The question going through my mind was what had I done to get put in this horrible position? How much pain and humiliation would I have to suffer before it was over for me and just how over for me would it be? Every bit of perfume had been taken from all the staff and destroyed. Half of the newly created line of scentless products were found to be defective and further test were being done to find the rest defective. I remember sitting in my office with boxes of dispatches and laundry ready to be sent to Hubbard, all I had to do was give it the old smell test and all would be fine. When you are alone there is no one to pretend for. I opened the boxes, looked inside and put the lids back on, no reason to smell. I sat there for what I thought would seem a reasonable amount of time for a person to smell this crap. During this interlude, I was wondering if I had recently done anything that would make Hubbard like me and thus spare me. A few things came to mind (and I'll tell these later) but to tell the truth, I didn't feel very confident for keeping my head.

Anyway the stuff went up and came back. Hubbard was pleased and said the smell was greatly reduced, though not fully handled. Hubbard discovered the dreaded rose smell was coming from the ink in the pens people had used to sign off that they had checked for smells and found none! I can't tell you how relieved we all were, me especially. After a few weeks Hubbard forgot about the dreaded rose perfume smell and found other things to rant about.
Hubbard had an amazing ability to write down EVERYTHING and soon a new commandment was issued about smells. Hubbard even tied it in with the psychs evil plan to kill us all. This is why and how the whole group of Sea Org and even most Scientology public can't/won't wear scented products.
All I can say is thank God Hubbard found out about visteril before he pasted on. Life for the poor Sea Org members and public could have been a lot worst.
--
Jesse Prince
Director
The Lisa McPherson Trust

Exactly! lol

If Orwell were writing a sequel today, he'd include a chapter called: "The Ministry of [STRIKE]Truth[/STRIKE] Smells".

 

[The Sloth]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phantosmia

Phantosmia is a form of olfactory hallucination. While most olfactory hallucinations are caused by a misinterpretation of a physical stimulus, such as in the case of parosmia, phantosmia is the perception of a smell in the complete absence of any physical odors. The odor can range from pleasant to disgusting. Although the causes of phantosmia are uncertain, it often occurs with neurological and psychological disorders such as schizophrenia, mood disorders, Parkinsons disease, epilepsy, neuroblastoma, and frequent migraines.

I bet he was mocking it up and assigning incorrect source. I am with Paul on this...I find most artificial smells noxious, and if I am in a mall that has a "scent" store, I give it wide berth.

BUT....I am surprised that Hubbard didn't recognize it as a "somatic", or a "motivator" and handle it with his own "tech". I guess it is easier to blame others than it is to confront one's own condition, and allow for the possibility that "some one" (or thing) is mocking it up.

 

[afaceinthecrowd]

That was nothing new in 1984 according to this reports (from Face) :

http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?25237-Hubbard-s-Dirty-Laundry/page2


and Dart Smohen:
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?5145-SOMETHING-SMELLS-!!


"Twin A" reported here about cleaning the old suckers dirty laundry:
http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?2483-25-Years-of-Scn&p=73248#post73248


And not to forget:
http://home.earthlink.net/~snefru/deathoflrh/prince-death.html


So, did you ever smell the odor of fresh BT´s and clusters ?.......

Here's another one of the Posts I have made over the years re El Ron's "OT" "Perceptics".

http://www.forum.exscn.net/showthread.php?26483-No-fragrance!&p=666336&viewfull=1#post666336

 

[HelluvaHoax!]

So, did you ever smell the odor of fresh BT´s and clusters ?.......

ANSWER: Yes, in the morning. I love it...

 

[uncover]

I still think that all of those behaviours add up to paranoid schizophrenia.
And his obsession with imaginary people (BTs) just nails it for me.

When did Hubbard 1st start writing about BTs? (like in HCOBs)

At least since 1940 when he wrote the boring novel "Fear":

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fear_(Hubbard_novella)

University professor James Lowry is a disbeliever in spirits or witches, or demons, so much so that he publishes an article in a newspaper denying the existence of them. He is warned of the possible repercussions by his friend Tommy Williams. That same spring evening his hat disappears. Lowry discovers that four hours of his life have gone missing.
.....
He goes out looking for the four hours of his life that he has lost and his hat (which he seems to have lost at the same time). He finds both the hat and realizes what he has done in the four hours in a final twist of the book, where the reader comes to realize that he had a psychotic break early on (the missing 4 hours) and most everything that they've read never even happened.

As Dean Blair noted:

Hubbard was fuckin batshit crazy....
​

....already in young years.

And in contrast with his claims he was not able to cure himself - it got worse.

 

[RogerB]

Hubbard was fuckin batshit crazy. What a turd. I wish he were still alive so that I could send him a letter on the SO#1 line. I would drench the letter in Glade Rose scented air freshener and stink his office up to high heaven to add some Psychiatric impact to the choice words I would choose in my letter.

But make the scent synthetic shit . . . that's the stuff that really screws folks up.

Natural flower or vegetable source oils and extracts are quite beneficial in the body . . . but that man made synthetic shit can actually be a true irritant for many folks . . . usually it it made by the process of reversing the chirality of protein or other natural molecules . . .

I often see health clinics here in NYC where patients are asked NOT to wear "scents" because today, most the stuff that folks buy or can afford is based on synthetic "perfume" scents. I have seen some folks actually get bad reactions to it.

In Hubbs case, I can well imagine him going berserk and wrong targeting everything and everyone in sight! Madness personified!

R

 

[Opter]

Dunno about other ex-SO, but I was very pleased to get my sense of smell back again, once the minor annoyance at not being able to wear Old Spice aftershave had worn off.

Paul

I received a soap with a very strong-not too strong-and beautiful smell and i just love it..

Sometimes,when I use it,I think about that stupid PL and I enjoy it even more.


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