After a rape, a trial (accusing me of seduction), incarceration in the chain locker and a non-communications order (are you kidding me?) I finally started working my way up the conditions... again. Somewhere in all that, they decided to offload me. I was glad, but had heard horror stories of other kids who'd been offloaded and wasn't going to risk being separated or disconnected from the family I should have never left in the first place. So I did my conditions and had a "cognition" - I was in the wrong 3rd Dynamic. I belonged in the group of "Scientology Kids" not "Sea Org Kids" and so I was offloaded - allowed to communicate with Scientologists, not declared, and in a condition of Non-Existence. Not bad. A dumb 13-year-old girl took 9 months to figure out the trap and used their own nonesense to get myself home.
After the messengers tore through all my belongings, claiming that I stole this from that one and that from the other (whatever... you needed that old gray underwear more than I did, Marcy) - they put me on a plane from South America. I had $8.00 of money that I'd earned and that's it. They took my passport at the gate in Curacao (that was a fun one to explain to the State Department when I had to apply for a new passport a few years ago). I got to LAX with no one there to greet me, bluffed my way back to the Hollywood Inn (the last place I'd lived before I left) and managed to fight off the advances of a disgusting cab driver. When I got to the comm department and talked to the telex guys they'd never even received a communication from Flag - they didn't even know who I was. I went to the lobby and at midnight looked up my parent's phone number in the phone book. My Dad hung up right after I told him where I was - he said "don't move, I'll be right there." He showed up about 20 minutes later from Van Nuys. I think he broke the land speed record. No one from Flag had even bothered to contact my parents (they did ask them about a month earlier if they'd lie and allow Kima Dunleavy to use their address - some IRS issue apparently. They graciously declined. My Mom was an old Ethics Officer from way back - with a Catholic upbringing... she didn't lie.)
When I've shared some of my story (and this is really only a piece of it) I've been called a nutjob. When I read "A Piece of Blue Sky" I relived the attack in Portugal - I was there. When I read Mr. Wright's book, I poured through it and couldn't put it down. Jenna, you are a courageous young woman. You've given me the courage to share my story. Thank-you. I liked your Mom, she was never anything but kind and fair to me - but then, she was a kid just like me.
It's truly ironic - that the "cognition" that got me off Flag, now finds me here. It's time to redefine that dynamic... even though I give no significance to Scientology "tech" it's all complete nonesense... I'm now part of the group of Ex-Scientology Kids. I'm a praying person now. Therein lies the true power. I've been praying for years for Scientology to come tumbling down... so nice to see prayers answered.