IN MEMORIAM: CLAIRE REPPEN

IN MEMORIAM: CLAIRE REPPEN

1933-2001

OT VIII Class XII Auditor

 Like Jonathan Livingston Seagull, Class XIIs are beings who are not satisfied with merely doing the ordinary but are truly aspiring to greater heights for both themselves and others.

 Claire and I are the only two Canadians to have ever trained to the level of Class XII.

I have neither read the notice put out by the FSO, nor attended her Memorial service (held on August 11 2001 at the Sand Castle), so this Eulogy will remain inadequate.

Anyone who has information they feel would be a worthy contribution to this Eulogy is welcome to submit it at my address provided at the bottom of this page.

Claire joined the Sea Org in the 1970s. Her friends described her to me as a “Gentle Soul”.

She pursued the rest of her Sea Org Career in Los Angeles, eventually becoming a Class VIII.

In 1980 She joined the Flag Service Org in Clearwater and became a NOTS auditor. She eventually became a Class XII Auditor around 1984.

For a time Claire and I worked in the same HGC, Claire was a very heavy smoker, going through two packs in a day. Although today, it seemes to me like a petty argument, at the time, as a non-smoker, it caused some friction between us.

In retrospect, the reason, seems to have been her deep care toward her numerous pcs. Subjected, like all other High Classed Flag Auditors to inhumane conditions, it was her way to deal with the impossible levels of stress while continuing to deliver the best possible auditing to her pcs.

In 1989 Claire completed Solo NOTS and OT VIII and became one of 5 Auditors and C/Ses to deliver services to OT VIII public.

The picture below was taken in Clearwater on Sunday, December 6, 1998. One sees an emaciated Claire Reppen, a “Star of the Team” and by then a “senior Citizen” being made to do hard Labor on a Sunday.

One can, but ponder what kind of organization makes the elderly do hard physical labor even on Sunday for essentially no pay, so that it does not have to pay outside contractors to build its Christmas lights and decorations

“A Class XII on Flag is listened to by others with a hush even if he is only commenting on the weather. These are the stars of the team”. LRH (HCOB 25 August 1971 HOW TO GET RESULTS IN AN HGC)

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William Shakespeare

Sonnet XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all triumphant splendor on my brow;
But out, alack! he was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask’d him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven’s sun staineth.

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Cloud Atlas

An exploration of how the actions of individual lives impact one another in the past, present and future, as one soul is shaped from a killer into a hero, and an act of kindness ripples across centuries to inspire a revolution. Everything is connected!

“Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others past and present  and by each crime and every kindness we birth our future.”

Hugh Grant Happy Birthday!

Thrive

THRIVE is an unconventional documentary that lifts the veil on what’s REALLY going on in our world by following the money upstream — uncovering the global consolidation of power in nearly every aspect of our lives. Weaving together breakthroughs in science, consciousness and activism, THRIVE offers real solutions, empowering us with unprecedented and bold strategies for reclaiming our lives and our future.


THRIVE (Italiano) PROSPERA: Che Cosa Ci Vorrà Mai?

THRIVE (Español) : Cuánto Le Costará Al Planeta ?

Happy Thanksgiving Canada

 thanksgiving - Pierre Ethier
Native Indian Prayer

Thanksgiving is about giving our appreciation to the kindness of others in our lives and reflects in all parts of  the natuaral creation. Thanksgiving is based on the collective and sincere introspection, while facilitates the ultimate  meditation on what gives sense to our existence and to what sustains our existence. This help us to enjoy  the state of gratefulness.

Thanksgiving is a day of genuine connection to nature’s elements and to Mother Earth and helps us to celebrate the true unity of the divine elements with Affinity , Reality and Communication. It encompasses once again the true meaning of Affinity (affection, love or liking), Reality (consensual reality) and Communication (the exchange of ideas).

We are Giving Thanks for what was already received, so we include hope that we’ll become worthy to continue Receiving, that we’ll learn and become better in giving ourselves, further on.

When you are at cuase of your enviriment and everything is working for you and you are so well-protected and blessed by this special quality to enjoy the joy. Then you really become sensitive to that joy, when you are one with the whole in your extended universe.  You are to enjoy the beauties of your own glory and that of the nature around you.

So one has to understand that we have to be strong ourselves. We have to ascend and we have to evolve truly in all our dynamics. It’s very easy to find out faults with others and sometimes with me. Better find faults within yourself.  First you just find faults with yourself and try to understand others and love others and enjoy the company of others. This, once you decide that we have to enjoy, the all will flow spontaneously  in a positive directions.  Just this decision, this faith within you is going to enjoy your rejuvenation.  Just this decision itself will give you the power to enjoy, but decision should be firm, no hypocrisy, no playing games, no ego, no conditioning, nothing, just pure desire within us that we have to become different and better beings.

I hope today on this day of your rejuvenation when you are  thankful for evolving through a new spiritual path to better yourselves you find your answers.

Where are we? Where do we stand? What are we up to? What are we doing? What is our responsibility? What is expected of us? Why all these blessings are given to us?

    Thanksgiving Prayer from Iroquoian

We have been given The Duty

To live in Harmony with one another

And with other living things

We give Thanks that This is True

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About The Grinch & Ash who tried to steal our Christmas for two years in a row


The Evil Grinch and The Greedy Ash who tried to split our family (covert hostility 1.1 on the tone scale)

How The Grinch Stole Christmas

by Dr. Suess

Every Who
Down in Who-ville
Liked Christmas a lot…

But the Grinch,
Who lived just North of Who-ville,
Did NOT!

The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn’t screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Who down in Who-ville beneath
Was busy now, hanging a mistleoe wreath.

“And they’re hanging their stockings!” he snarled with a sneer.
“Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!”
Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
“I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!”
For, tomorrow, he knew…

…All the Who girls and boys
Would wake up bright and early. They’d rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they’d feast! And they’d feast!
And they’d FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would start on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast-beast
Which was something the Grinch couldn’t stand in the least!

And THEN
They’d do something he liked least of all!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They’d stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing!

They’d sing! And they’d sing!
AND they’d SING! SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Grinch thought of the Who-Christmas-Sing
The more the Grinch thought, “I must stop this whole thing!
“Why for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now!
I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
…But HOW?”

Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE GRINCH
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

“I know just what to do!” The Grinch Laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Grinchy trick!
“With this coat and this hat, I’ll look just like Saint Nick!”

“All I need is a reindeer…”
The Grinch looked around.
But since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch…?
No! The Grinch simply said,
“If I can’t find a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!”
So he called his dog Max. Then he took some red thread
And he tied a big horn on top of his head.

THEN
He loaded some bags
And some old empty sacks
On a ramshakle sleigh
And he hitched up old Max.

Then the Grinch said, “Giddyap!”
And the sleigh started down
Toward the homes where the Whos
Lay a-snooze in their town.

All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care
When he came to the first house in the square.
“This is stop number one,” The old Grinchy Claus hissed
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.

Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue
Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row.
“These stockings,” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!

Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos’ feast!
He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash!

Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
“And NOW!” grinned the Grinch, “I will stuff up the tree!”

And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two.

The Grinch had been caught by this little Who daughter
Who’d got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Grinch and said, “Santy Claus, why,
“Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?”

But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
“Why, my sweet little tot,” the fake Santy Claus lied,
“There’s a light on this tree that won’t light on one side.
“So I’m taking it home to my workshop, my dear.
“I’ll fix it up there. Then I’ll bring it back here.”

And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head
And he got her a drink and he sent he to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Who went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!

Then the last thing he took
Was the log for their fire.
Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks, and some wire.

And the one speck of food
The he left in the house
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.


Then
He did the same thing
To the other Whos’ houses

Leaving crumbs
Much too small
For the other Whos’ mouses!

It was quarter past dawn…
All the Whos, still a-bed
All the Whos, still a-snooze
When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mount Crumpit,
He rode to the tiptop to dump it!
“Pooh-pooh to the Whos!” he was grinch-ish-ly humming.
“They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming!
“They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
“The all the Whos down in Who-ville will all cry BOO-HOO!”

“That’s a noise,” grinned the Grinch,
“That I simply must hear!”
So he paused. And the Grinch put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow…

But the sound wasn’t sad!
Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn’t be so!
But it WAS merry! VERY!

He stared down at Who-ville!
The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook!
What he saw was a shocking surprise!

Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming!
IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!

And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?
It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”

And what happened then…?
Well…in Who-ville they say
That the Grinch’s small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he…

…HE HIMSELF…!
The Grinch carved the roast beast!

 

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