Beyond Belief by Jenna Miscavige Hill

Beyond Belief by Jenna Miscavige Hill

Author:Jenna Miscavige Hill
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780062248497
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00


IN EARLY 1999, SHORTLY AFTER I TURNED FIFTEEN, THE CHURCH celebrated the rerelease of LRH’s Volume Zero of his eight-volume Organization Executive Course set. It was met with much fanfare, but that also meant that all staff had to buy it, read it, and complete its accompanying checksheet. The price was eighty dollars, which was several weeks’ pay. I was being paid half pay, only twenty-five dollars per week, and sometimes I’d go three weeks without any pay at all.

When I did have a little money, I wanted to buy food with it, not an eighty-dollar book. We were told not to share or borrow Volume Zero, either, as we were each supposed to have our own copy, likely to help boost book sales. I was one of the last people on the base to get mine, but luckily I didn’t have to buy it. My father mailed me his marketing copy, which he had received due to his post, which was a huge relief.

Having recently finished a course on learning to operate the E-Meter, I was able to switch my attention to the study of Volume Zero. Basic Staff Hat was grueling and eight hundred pages long. One day, I was studying it with my friend Marcella in the public course rooms of the Coachman Building. At one point, I started reading a piece called “The Structure of Organization: What Is Policy?” It was an eleven-page policy letter replete with seven hundred word paragraphs, and, at fifteen, I couldn’t understand any of it. In the usual LRH style, it was full of multisyllable words and referenced obscure subjects and people from the 1940s through the 1960s. It went on and on about how some fellows named King, Nimitz, and Short were idiots and allowed Pearl Harbor to happen. I might have understood it, if I concentrated really hard, but it was so boring and verbose that I couldn’t stay focused.

Marcella and I took a trip to the library where there were extremely large dictionaries, and we hoped to find a correct definition for one of the words in the text. When I came back, a kid about my age was sitting next to our seats, and he was wearing my glasses.

“Excuse me, those are my glasses!”

“Oh, they are,” he replied with a grin. “I’m sorry.”

Clearly not sorry, he kept them on and bounced them on his nose. I was surprised at his cockiness. People were usually afraid of CMO members, and even if they weren’t, at least they were usually reserved with us.

“So, what’s up? What course are you doing?” he asked looking right at me.

I looked behind me to see whom he might be talking to, but apparently he was talking to me, even though conversation was not allowed in the course room.

“We are on Vol Zero, Martino,” Marcella said, answering for me in a condescending but familiar way. She and Martino had grown up together at the Flag Cadet Org, which was in the old Quality Inn on Highway U.



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