Letters from Scientologists (w/ an edit)

Today I am thankful for science fiction.

I grew up in a Trekker household.

Most people referred to us as Trekkies.  The politically correct term was Trekker.

I went to every possible science fiction convention in the area.  I met James Doohan when I was five.  I got lost in a hotel and started crying.  I barely remember the gentle grandfatherly man who consoled me, grabbed my hand, and let me stand next to him at a table while he signed papers. 

I remember his hand.  He was missing fingers.  He didn't say anything about it.  He gave me some water and told me to stand next to him and he'd find my family for me.  Sure enough, my aunt came to the front of the line to get his autograph.  I vividly remember her yelling at me for bugging the star of the attraction.

Later, I would learn the man's identity.  He was Scotty.  He didn't sound like Scotty.  He didn't look like Scotty.  He was a kind man who, to this day, influences me when I see a child lost in a store looking frightened. 

I also met Nichelle Nichols briefly when I was twelve.  She's beautiful.  She literally sparkles.  I don't see Uhura in her so much as I think of Rosa Parks or Dr. Martin Luther King.  I have so much admiration for her after she spoke about being the first woman of color on television who was in a position of power.

I just took it for granted that women, even black women, could be educated and fill important rolls.  I wasn't aware that there was a time minority women were portrayed as victims or prostitutes.  Because of her I fight for the underdog and I am not afraid of aging.  Aging can be beautiful.  I hope I shine as brilliantly as her.

Every time I get a newsletter from the Scientologists, I laugh a little.

Somehow they found my birth name.  They send me letters addressed to the name on my birth certificate. 

They're not really the cult for me.

If I wanted to be in a cult, I'd invite my stalkerish in-laws in my house for dinner, let them sleep in my car to scare me, give them access to my bank account and perform in front of the camera they put around my house (the one I know about went missing, too).

I tried that.  I hated it. 

L. Ron Hubbard really wasn't my favorite Sci Fi author.  Gene Roddenberry is pretty good.  I'm not sure I like the socialism in his works but I can identify with many of his characters.

If I were to join a cult, I think it would have to be one based on Star Trek.....maybe Deep Space Nine.  If you knew me, you'd know I'm a lot like Benjamin Sisko. I'm fairly mystical in nature and tend to have a lot of crazy coincidences in my life that mess with my sense of reality.  In addition, I don't bluff and I don't put up with crap for very long.  When I get angry, all bets are off.

Nice try, Scientologists.....

I have to decline the invitation to join your cult.  I have enough stalkers in my life right now.  I'm not really a big fan of Hubbard.  I think I know quite a bit about the law of attraction (thinking about solving the stalking brings stalkerish ex husbands into your daily life) and mind control (given that I'm a hypnotist and all).

Hit me up if you decide to live on the set of the Enterprise, B'Hala or even the Holodeck. 

Oh....it would be good to prove that Shelly Miscavige is still alive.  When I hear that story, I wish it were true that I could control dark entities to harm other people and make them behave.  That was a rumor that a mad guy I dated briefly spread around.  Rumors are funny.  After that, no rumor you spread about me would work to control me either. The rumors you Scientologists post on Twitter are transparent; you do that to try to control people you're afraid of losing or talking. 

Been there....done that.  Psychopaths bore me whether I'm dealing with them on a micro level (one on one) or on a macro level (as a group of politicians, dysfucktional in-laws or cult members).

I'm not a good fit for your organization.  I'm too obnoxious to be controlled.

If you want my ex-boyfriend's address, let me know.  I'll leave your newsletter around for Michael, too.  He may enjoy the Sea Org. I doubt he has any assets for you to sift through.  If you touch my assets, I'll find a way to take you down. 

Have a great day.

Cheers,

S. 

02/24/18:  I'm still getting their mailings....sigh....  They must need more cash.  Look, Scientology is dead.  It died when they killed someone and stalked people who left.  Now...I realize that this religion probably started because it's founder wanted to pay less in taxes.

I'll vow to fight the taxes that led him to create the cult... I beg them to stop inundating me with the brochures.

I'm building a vexation box.  I think the intention will be to take down the names of the people put within by exposing their wrongdoings.  If I so much as get one more mailer, that organization and the name of it's current head will be the second and third name in my box: the first name will be that of a mass murderer who has yet to see real justice. 

I really hate domestic violence.  I hate it when women go missing.  The Scientologists never did prove that Shelly Miscavige was still alive.  One can guess as to why they can't produce that proof.

I lost my mom to domestic violence in 1984. I was a child and I remember our family scrambling to find money to buy the dress she would be buried in.  If I had one superpower, I would rid the world of assholery -but- I'm just an alleged red-headed Irish witch.

It would be wise to stay out of my line of sight.

B!tchy Witchy S.