OT VIII Class XII Auditor

Myriam Lahlou (later Myriam Stave) joined the Sea Org Flag Service Org in Clearwater on the very same day that I did back in 1976. We both did our basics together. We also ate at the same mess and shared the same cleaning stations.

Myriam went straight onto the TTC, and started to audit public in 1976, eventually becaming a Class XII in 1984. She was a Flag Auditor for nearly 23 years.

In 1979 we did our Purif together, shortly after it came out.

Of Berber origin, she first became acquainted with Scientology at Paris organization in France.

She is credited in the 1973 French Edition of Dianetics as having assisted J.J. Delance in the translation.

After I left in 1992, Myriam acquired the repute of being the “Best Flag Auditor”.

Around 1996 She received the dubious promotion of being transferred at Int management to audit and “Sec-check” the Top Scientology Executives.

A veteran of 20 years who was loved by her countless pcs as “the best” and was a model staff and auditor, soon found herself to be severely failing ” David Miscavige personal criteria as to what an auditor should sound and act like.

Beside the obvious outpoint that Myriam Stave technical knowledge was light years ahead of David’s Miscavige’s own (a provisional Class IV auditor) Myriam had been trained by the best Class XII C/Ses on the planet (many of whom were hand picked and trained by LRH himself). One could probably have taped her own sessions to know what an auditor should sound land act like, but David Miscavige repeatedly treated Myriam as if she were a grossly out-ethics Individual.

Repeatedly, David Miscavige would denigrate Flag Auditors, stating that if she was the best that flag had to offer, how low could be the standards of auditors at large???

A mixture of Medical neglect (The Sea Org traditionally does not send its staff to Doctors until the symptoms are alarming) and stress (having to work in an Orwellian regime for no reward and under a perpetual threat of guesome penalties), seem to have led to Myriam developping breast Cancer at before she was even 45 years old. By the time she was allowed to leave with her husband to seek Medical treatment, it was too late. She died sometime in 1999.

“(about the antisocial personality) Surrounding such a personality we find cowed or ill associates or friends who, when not driven actually insane, are yet behaving in a crippled manner in life, failing, not succeeding. HCOB 27 SEPTEMBER 1966 THE ANTI-SOCIAL PERSONALITY”

“All illness … and all foul-ups stem directly and only from a PTS condition. HCOB 10 August 1973 PTS HANDLING”



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Pierre Ethier Introduction

This is a brief introduction about myself and my search and struggle for Spiritual Freedom and enlightenment.

My long term goal for this life time and for many others has been the seeking of the truth and the spiritual improvement and accomplishment that come with it.

I consider anyone who honestly and truthfully seeks the truth to be my friend.

Thanks to the correct application of a working Spiritual Technology, I have not only handled all the character and Spiritual traits that bothered me years or decades ago, but have continued to increase my awareness and understanding of both life and myself.

Through personal experiences, I have found the philosophy and Technology developed by L.Ron Hubbard (LRH) to be highly workable in thousands of people.

I am again continuing on the Spiritual journey that was laid in the “Bridge” as formulated by LRH. It is my strict intention not to deviate from the Standards set in Scientology Technology by strictly applying its Axioms and Logics and the wealth of information I have accumulated training and applying his Technology for several decades.

Hence, I have corrected the errors made by RTC who have perverted the Upper OT Levels and I have found the answer as to why so many people died, became sick or sour after completing RTC’s rendition of OT VIII. (It is not the one they believe) Better yet, I have found the answers of OT IX (a level that was never designed to be done years apart from OT VIII and is kept dangling like a carrot to cadge the loyalty of those who completed OT VIII toward RTC.

Thanks to a decade of progress and improvements, I have reached a point where I feel that my recall for this lifetime events and those I was personally involved in, for the past 2000 years to be excellent.

A few years ago, I ran, based on my recall, an experiment based on the Project “Where are You buried?” and I was quite satisfied with the results.

(The Project Where are you buried was conceived by LRH after the publication of “Have You lived before this life? and consists of locating one’s past burial’s locations and tombstones)

Pierre Ethier


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Stories of the Human Comedy: Vendetta By Honore De Balzac

La Vendetta (The Vendetta) is a novel by the French writer Honoré de Balzac. It is the eighth of the Scènes de la vie privée (Scenes of Private Life) in La Comédie humaine. The novel was first published in 1830 by Mame et Delaunay-Vallée. In 1842 it appeared in the first Furne edition of La Comédie humaine. La Vendetta was the fourth work in Volume 1, making it the fourth of the Scènes de la vie privée.

Balzac may have been inspired to write La Vendetta by Prosper Merimée, whose novel Mateo Falcone, which was serialized by the Revue de Paris in 1829, also deals with the subject of Corsican vengeance and family honour



In the year 1800, toward the close of October, a foreigner, accompanied by a woman and a little girl, was standing for a long time in front of the palace of the Tuileries, near the ruins of a house recently pulled down, at the point where in our day the wing begins which was intended to unite the chateau of Catherine de Medici with the Louvre of the Valois.

The man stood there with folded arms and a bowed head, which he sometimes raised to look alternately at the consular palace and at his wife, who was sitting near him on a stone. Though the woman seemed wholly occupied with the little girl of nine or ten years of age, whose long black hair she amused herself by handling, she lost not a single glance of those her companion cast on her. Some sentiment other than love united these two beings, and inspired with mutual anxiety their movements and their thoughts. Misery is, perhaps, the most powerful of all ties.

The stranger had one of those broad, serious heads, covered with thick hair, which we see so frequently in the pictures of the Caracci. The jet black of the hair was streaked with white. Though noble and proud, his features had a hardness which spoiled them. In spite of his evident strength, and his straight, erect figure, he looked to be over sixty years of age. His dilapidated clothes were those of a foreign country. Though the faded and once beautiful face of the wife betrayed the deepest sadness, she forced herself to smile, assuming a calm countenance whenever her husband looked at her.

The little girl was standing, though signs of weariness were on the youthful face, which was tanned by the sun. She had an Italian cast of countenance and bearing, large black eyes beneath their well arched brows, a native nobleness, and candid grace. More than one of those who passed them felt strongly moved by the mere aspect of this group, who made no effort to conceal a despair which seemed as deep as the expression of it was simple. But the flow of this fugitive sympathy, characteristic of Parisians, was dried immediately; for as soon as the stranger saw himself the object of attention, he looked at his observer with so savage an air that the boldest lounger hurried his step as though he had trod upon a serpent.



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Some Short Christmas Stories

Some Short Christmas Stories by Charles Dickens


A Christmas Tree

What Christmas is as we Grow Older

The Poor Relation’s Story

The Child’s Story

The Schoolboy’s Story Nobody’s Story


I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree.  The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads.  It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered with bright objects.  There were rosy-cheeked dolls, hiding behind the green leaves; and there were real watches (with movable hands, at least, and an endless capacity of being wound up) dangling from innumerable twigs; there were French-polished tables, chairs, bedsteads, wardrobes, eight-day clocks, and various other articles of domestic furniture (wonderfully made, in tin, at Wolverhampton), perched among the boughs, as if in preparation for some fairy housekeeping; there were jolly, broad-faced little men, much more agreeable in appearance than many real men–and no wonder, for their heads took off, and showed them to be full of sugar-plums; there were fiddles and drums; there were tambourines, books, work-boxes, paint-boxes, sweetmeat-boxes, peep-show boxes, and all kinds of boxes; there were trinkets for the elder girls, far brighter than any grown-up gold and jewels; there were baskets and pincushions in all devices; there were guns, swords, and banners; there were witches standing in enchanted rings of pasteboard, to tell fortunes; there were teetotums, humming-tops, needle-cases, pen-wipers, smelling-bottles, conversation-cards, bouquet-holders; real fruit, made artificially dazzling with gold leaf; imitation apples, pears, and walnuts, crammed with surprises; in short, as a pretty child, before me, delightedly whispered to another pretty child, her bosom friend, “There was everything, and more.”  This motley collection of odd objects, clustering on the tree like magic fruit, and flashing back the bright looks directed towards it from every side–some of the diamond-eyes admiring it were hardly on a level with the table, and a few were languishing in timid wonder on the bosoms of pretty mothers, aunts, and nurses–made a lively realisation of the fancies of childhood; and set me thinking how all the trees that grow and all the things that come into existence on the earth, have their wild adornments at that well-remembered time.

Being now at home again, and alone, the only person in the house awake, my thoughts are drawn back, by a fascination which I do not care to resist, to my own childhood.  I begin to consider, what do we all remember best upon the branches of the Christmas Tree of our own young Christmas days, by which we climbed to real life.

Straight, in the middle of the room, cramped in the freedom of its growth by no encircling walls or soon-reached ceiling, a shadowy tree arises; and, looking up into the dreamy brightness of its top– for I observe in this tree the singular property that it appears to grow downward towards the earth–I look into my youngest Christmas recollections!

All toys at first, I find.  Up yonder, among the green holly and red berries, is the Tumbler with his hands in his pockets, who wouldn’t lie down, but whenever he was put upon the floor, persisted in rolling his fat body about, until he rolled himself still, and brought those lobster eyes of his to bear upon me–when I affected to laugh very much, but in my heart of hearts was extremely doubtful of him.  Close beside him is that infernal snuff-box, out of which there sprang a demoniacal Counsellor in a black gown, with an obnoxious head of hair, and a red cloth mouth, wide open, who was not to be endured on any terms, but could not be put away either; for he used suddenly, in a highly magnified state, to fly out of Mammoth Snuff-boxes in dreams, when least expected.  Nor is the frog with cobbler’s wax on his tail, far off; for there was no knowing where he wouldn’t jump; and when he flew over the candle, and came upon one’s hand with that spotted back–red on a green ground–he was horrible.  The cardboard lady in a blue-silk skirt, who was stood up against the candlestick to dance, and whom I see on the same branch, was milder, and was beautiful; but I can’t say as much for the larger cardboard man, who used to be hung against the wall and pulled by a string; there was a sinister expression in that nose of his; and when he got his legs round his neck (which he very often did), he was ghastly, and not a creature to be alone with.

When did that dreadful Mask first look at me?  Who put it on, and why was I so frightened that the sight of it is an era in my life? It is not a hideous visage in itself; it is even meant to be droll, why then were its stolid features so intolerable?  Surely not because it hid the wearer’s face.  An apron would have done as much; and though I should have preferred even the apron away, it would not have been absolutely insupportable, like the mask.  Was it the immovability of the mask?  The doll’s face was immovable, but I was not afraid of HER.  Perhaps that fixed and set change coming over a real face, infused into my quickened heart some remote suggestion and dread of the universal change that is to come on every face, and make it still?  Nothing reconciled me to it.  No drummers, from whom proceeded a melancholy chirping on the turning of a handle; no regiment of soldiers, with a mute band, taken out of a box, and fitted, one by one, upon a stiff and lazy little set of lazy-tongs; no old woman, made of wires and a brown-paper composition, cutting up a pie for two small children; could give me a permanent comfort, for a long time.  Nor was it any satisfaction to be shown the Mask, and see that it was made of paper, or to have it locked up and be assured that no one wore it.  The mere recollection of that fixed face, the mere knowledge of its existence anywhere, was sufficient to awake me in the night all perspiration and horror, with, “O I know it’s coming!  O the mask!”



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Ron Moss and Gayle Moran

Return to Forever is a jazz fusion group founded and led by pianist Chick Corea.  Return to Forever is often cited as one of the core groups of the jazz-fusion movement of the 1970s. Several musicians, including Clarke, Flora Purim, Airto Moreira and Al Di Meola, first came to prominence through their performances on Return to Forever’s albums.

In the mid 1970-es , Corea  reformed Return to Forever, adding his wife, Gayle Moran, formerly of the Mahavishnu Orchestra, on vocals and keyboards, returning member Joe Farrell, and drummer Gerry Brown, along with a horn section consisting of trumpeters John Thomas and James Tinsley, and trombonists Jim Pugh and Harold Garrett. With this personnel, Return to Forever recorded its seventh album, Musicmagic, which was released in March 1977. It became the band’s fourth consecutive Top 40 album, spending more than four months in the charts. A third trombonist, Ron Moss, was added for the tour. On May 20-21, 1977, Return to Forever recorded a live album at the Palladium theater in New York City.

Return to Forever Live was released in February 1979, when it spent a month in the charts. (This was the single LP version; the show was also released as a triple LP, Live: The Complete Concert, which was later reissued as a double CD, Live.)

Gayle Moran and Chick Corea. Pierre Ethier audited Gayle on Solo NOTs
Trombonist Ron Moss and President Carter. Pierre Ethier audited Ron Moss on Solo NOTs

Later on the Church of Scientology recorded “The Road To Freedom” album which features such leading artists as John Travolta, Chick Corea, Julia Migenes, Karen Black, Nicky Hopkins, Amanda Ambrose, Gayle Moran, and Leif Garrett.

“It’s nice to know you can be a cause of your life as well as an effect,”  John Travolta says of his Scientology training. “It’s a logical and very sane way of living. I don’t get upset as easily as I used to. I don’t think I could have handled my success as well without it.”

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Abdel Rebaj

When I started to work at Flag I was in charge as accommodation councilor  then I worked to wait to the executives and the officers of Flag. I never did hold any positions like OSA staff to destroy lives. I always helped people.

Abdel Rebbaj was an amassing and kind person. He was in charge of the Hour Glass Restaurant at Flag. In 1984 the Corporate Church of Scientology started to insult Abdel’s kindness by reprimanding him for giving protein drinks to the Class XII –s. The Corporate Church broadly claimed he was wasting resources. It came out that he was doing it with his own resources.

Several years  after leaving the base Chef Abdel Rebbaj was featured with his culinary art all over the TV channels in the New American Chef Show. Abdel also opened a fine dining restaurant in New York City. Chef and proprietor Abdel Rebbaj specialized in exotic dishes such as full-size pigeon pie in flaky pastry, lobster in tomato and paprika sauce, and roast lamb. As appreciation to his culinary excellence, the King of Morocco  has sent his personal doctor to  Abdel.moroccan-meal-1

Now Lotfi’s, a Moroccan restaurant at 358 West 46th Street in New York, has become Capri. Abdel ’s  son made it Italian: “There was no way we could maintain the quality of the Moroccan food without my father,” He says.

Saffron Chicken Tajine with Prunes

Abdel Rebbaj recipe in The New American Chef

Serves 6

  • 2-3 Spanish onions, diced
  • 6 garlic cloves, crushed
  • extra virgin olive oil
  • 2 teaspoons fresh grated      ginger
  • 1/2 teaspoon saffron threads
  • chicken for 6 people
  • 30 prunes
  • 1/4 honey
  • 3/4 cup toasted almonds
  • 2 tablespoons sesame seeds
  • handful of cilantro, leaves      only, chopped
  • handful of flat leaf parsley, leaves only, chopped

In a large casserole pot, saute the onions and garlic in olive oil. Add ginger, saffron, salt and pepper, and cook for 5 to 7 minutes. Add the chicken pieces and simmer over medium heat for 15 to 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.

Cover with water and simmer for another 50 minutes.

The recipe says to add the prunes and honey at the end and cook until heated through, but we added them just after the water was brought to a simmer. I wanted them to soften and for flavors to all come together.

When the chicken is cooked and the sauce has thickened some, mix in nuts and seeds. Garnish with cilantro and parsley.

Serve with couscous.


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Moving On Up a Little Higher

What follows is a detailed insider view of the Flag Land Base (Scientology Inc’s Mecca is Clearwater Florida) of late.   Former RTC and Flag Auditor, Silvia Llorens gives a credible state of  the dis-union of Scientology Inc.


Hello! My name is Silvia Lloréns. I started  in Scientology in 1978, joined the SO in 1983 and left in early 2007.
I have read the numerous accounts on the experiences and viewpoints others have had and that have been expressed in various web pages; I do understand them.
All of them share one common point or conclusion: the suppression is coming primarily from COB (Chairman of Scientology Inc. David Miscavige) and some of his followers.
Now, I will share my experiences from the viewpoint I had then as a 24 years Sea Org Member. The years as a Scientologist are still counting as I have not ceased being one…

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Remembrance Day

On remembrance day soldiers, sailors and airmen are commemorated. The other common name for this day is Armistice Day which marks the date and time when armies stopped fighting World War I. on November 11th at 11am in 1918 (the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month). Some 100,000 Canadian soldiers died in the First and Second World Wars.

All government buildings fly the Canadian flag this day and people remember those who fought for Canada during a two minute silence at 11am. Many people wear poppies before and on Remembrance Day to show their respect and support for Canadian troops. Poppies are generally handed out free but often a voluntary donation is given in exchange.

In the United States this day is called Veteran’s Day

In Flanders Fields By:  Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

In Flanders Fields the poppies

blow Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing,

fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch, be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.



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Mimi Rogers

Pierre Ethier audited Mimi Rogers on Solo NOTs

Mimi Rogers’ father became interested in Dianetics in 1952 and would later become a prominent Mission Holder with the Church of Scientology and friend of founder, L Ron Hubbard . In an interview given to the Los Angeles Times in 1991, Mimi Rogers spoke about Scientology; “that philosophy was simply part of my upbringing. And, I think it was an excellent system of belief to grow up with because Scientology offers an extremely pragmatic method for taking spiritual concerns and breaking them down into everyday applications.”

Miriam “Mimi” Rogers (née Spickler) is an American film and television actress, producer and competitive poker player. Her notable film roles include Gung Ho (1986), Someone to Watch Over Me (1987), and Desperate Hours (1990). She garnered the greatest acclaim of her career for her role in the religious drama, The Rapture (1991), with critic Robin Wood applauding that she “gave one of the greatest performances in the history of the Hollywood cinema.”Mimi Rogers has since appeared in Reflections on a Crime (1994), The Mirror Has Two Faces (1996), Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery (1997), Lost in Space (1998), Ginger Snaps (2000), The Door in the Floor (2004) and For a Good Time, Call… (2012). Her extensive work in television includes Paper Dolls (1984), Weapons of Mass Distraction (1997), The Loop (2006–2007) and recurring roles on The X-Files (1998–1999) and Two and a Half Men (2011–present).

Mimi Rogers was the first wife of Tom Cruise


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