Dylan Gill: a short life story

From: martinh@islandnet.com (Martin Hunt)
Newsgroups: alt.religion.scientology,alt.religion.scientology.xenu
Subject: Dylan Gill: a short life story
Date: 12 Aug 1997 03:24:18 -0700

Dylan gave me permission to post this; perhaps it could be webbed
too in the sections on ex-scns speak, experiences in scn, etc.:

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When I was 14 years old my relationship with my father took a turn
for the worse. Once we had been the best of friends and then we just
started disagreeing on everything we could think of. We would yell
at each other for what seemed like hours. This problem was getting worse
and there seemed no hope for us, until my uncle one day told us of
a course we could take that would help us communicate better. From
the start my father was very happy about this. So the very next week
we went down to the Santa Cruz mission to sign up for the Comm course.
this course only cost 50.00. The very next day we were on course
learning how to communicate with each other. We did all of the TRs
OT TR0 - TR4. while on the comm course I signed up for an auditor
seminar and the next week I was auditing dianetics, I as well learned
self analysis.

Well, my fathers and my relationship seemed to get turns better,
we were just coming away, life was just grand. We started hanging
around my uncle and his wife a lot (both in scn). we started hanging
less and less around the rest of our family. A couple of years passed
and we were on lines (neat scn term) at the concord mission. I was
doing my upper indoc TRs [] and taking a student hat course. This Scn
stuff was pretty cool and all but I also wanted hang out with my
teenage friends, soon this got me into trouble and I went through
my first Scn ethics cycle (it sucked balls!) I was 15 and writing
something about how I will never let down my group etc.. As the
months went on my father took me out of school and sent me to
live with my great-grandparents.

Of course I had to attend course at the mission. I was now 14 and
living out in the country (6miles from town) I was to stay with them
and take care of them, they were very old. I did not like this very
much as I wanted to goof off with my friends. Pretty soon I started
taking money from my grandparents and talking an older friend to
drive out and pick me up so we could hang out and party. After a year
of this and about three visits from very beautiful Sea Org members(all
women) my great grandfather died one night in his sleep. I fled to a
friends house and lived with him for a few months. I was starting to
feel human again and living in a good home with good people. My father
showed up to collect me. He let me know that he had found out about
me taking money from my grand parents. He was not sure what to do with
me, but my aunt and uncle knew of a program called the RPF at FLAG.
my father took me down to the Concord mission to see a Sea Org recruiter
After a RPEC [] and about 5hrs of everybody telling me to, I signed my
Sea Org contract. My father let me know that I was booked on a flight
tomorrow to Tampa Florida.

There I became a messenger for the commodore, as well I was a kick ass
missionaire. I did a lot of missions at and around FLAG. I also was
getting into ethics trouble for false reporting mostly. I believe this
was my way of handling the constant hill ten's [] in the Sea Org. I found
the only was to have sex in the Sea Org was to get married. So I found
a beautiful girl and got married at 17 yrs (I had to lie and say I was
18) Heck I was a virgin and did not like it! actually I really fell in
love. I choose to believe that I did at least. Life again was good I
loved Scientology I loved my very beautiful wife. Not in that order
I knew that I loved my wife a lot more then Scn, My wife however did
love Scn more then me.

A year passes and my wife is up-lines [] at LRH Archives and I am working
in the Action Bureau of CMO IXU [] (very cool org!) I had a great time.
Living in L.A was a trip, boy that hospital stinks! I was trying to get
clearance to go up lines and be with my wife. As we had been apart for
most of the last year. Finally I got clearance to go up lines and off I
went. I must admit i had a pretty good idea about all of the up lines
stuff ahead of time, but one was not permitted to communicate about it
if you were not INT [] cleared.

My new Org was Called LRH Archives, There I was the Estates Sec at the
ripe old age of 19. Life was twice as fast at Archives, yet there were
fewer to get it all done. That is mainly because it is hard to get
clearance I guess. I was trying to hold down a division that the last
5 Estates secs had been routed to the RPF directly from only after an
avg. of 3 mo on post. I'm proud to say that I lasted nearly 9 months but
alas I to fell and was routed to the decks [] at INT. While on the decks
I was on a full diet of sec checking and MEST work [], along with a few
others from my org.

At this point I believe we became sort of dead wood. Nobody really knew
what to do about us, so we were routed onto the RPF one by one. I was
feeling very abandoned at this point and I knew I was not long for the
Sea Org. I asked to route out and was denied. I was yelled at and told
that I was throwing away my freedom. The Gold security guard yelled me
this info until I was so scared I peed in my pants. I was told to
report to the RPF and that was final.

My first day on the RPF was actually good. I worked my ass off. kid you
not, RPF'ers work man! The same night I was getting routed into the
RPF, when the RPF MAA [] came and told me that I was now going to the RPF's
RPF []. Something snapped in me and I knew that I was being swept under
the carpet. I had made ethics change and I was still being punished.
this was a violation of policy. I was a messenger and policy was not
being applied. I kept thinking if Ron was here he would understand
and sort everything out. Sure I would get ethics, But it would be
the right handling. As Ron was dead as a door nail I knew this was not
going to happen. I did the only thing that I could do and terminated
my contract with the Sea Org under the cover of darkness.
A week later I got a copy of my SP declare. Shit, I was quite the
scum bag and never did anything right while in the Sea Org.

Now it is 1997 and I am 27 yrs old. I still am not sure why I'm writing
all of this, other then the fact that I believe something is wrong.
I have been disconnected from my father and uncle for 6 yrs now. yet
the whole reason I got into Scientology was to be able to communicate
with my father better. Oh well.

Here is to a better tomorrow :) Dylan Gill, A lurking thetan.

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ttyl,
martin.

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Because Dylan used extensive Hubbardist-language, I've included the explanation of an Sea Org ex-member who posts under the name of Warrior.