prince-sheila-e-concert-2-jan-1985PRINCE        OR                 S  C  I  E  N  T  O  L  O  G  Y
The choice is obvious when you are 17 years old.

I almost got to see Prince in concert in 1985.

I had floor seats!!  What!?!  Riverport Coliseum!?

I would have been, let’s see, 17 years old.  

Likely I would have  gone to this concert with my friend Monika and her sister Linda.  

Monika and I spent hours dancing in her living room (instead of doing our homework) with her Border Collies to 1999.  I think we played that album 100 times a day, no joke.

That’s when the date 1999 was impossibly in the future.  That would be in 14 more years.

sea-org-ribbon-1987INSTEAD, I was locked up behind a gun toting guarded barbed wire fence Serving Mankind at a secret compound near H  e  m  e  t, CA

Mentally and physically forced to work from 9:00am until 11:00pm, sometimes more.

They say, “you don’t know what you don’t know”.  I guess the way you find out what you didn’t know is by staying alive and meeting people your age from all over the world.  

Having done that for the last 30+ years I realize just how much I missed.

Personally I know what I saw and did within the Church of Scient ology’s management group called The Sea Organization.

Now that I am a mother, one of the the worst memories would be a grown married father molesting and having sex with an underage girl.   I think they are both still members…he should be in JAIL.  It was kept extremely under wraps during a Religious Freedom Crusade I attended in Portland Oregon in 1986 for so many reasons – I felt they were (at the time) justified.  I know the girl.  She was my friend, close friend.  The molester worked for Author Services, Inc.

Today, 2016, the current promotion and marketing (they still send me literature, letters, books, pamphlets and the like to entice me to donate money to their latest endeavor to help save mankind) is packed full of bold faced lies.

I’ll have to tell you more about that someday.

Meanwhile, instead of getting to see Prince in concert with Sheila E (CAN YOU IMAGINE!?!) I was helping Save Mankind (as you can see on my ribbon) at a secret base in the middle of the desert of California earning pretty ribbons.

Oh, and they have almost $40,000 of my money they refuse to give back to me (another story of insanity).  I guess I’ll need an attorney to help me on that because in order to get my money I have to go into their Church and fill in forms and follow their process but they have apparently declared me a Supressive Person which means I’m forbidden from going into their Churches or talking to any of their members).

Moral of my post today:  To be happy, don’t join or support the Church of Scientology.  It is not what THEY say it is.  It hurt me and my family.  Pain that cannot be undone.   Loss that they could care less they created.

PS: I did get to see Prince eventually in Los Angeles at a “rave-style” club.  A transformed warehouse I’d guess in the early 90’s.  Phallic was the theme. Drinks were flowing and dancing was going!  I had a blast!!

 

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