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Los Angeles Field Operations
Tuesday, May 19, 2015, 4:20 PM
This is Fred G. Haseney, your West Coast Correspondent, documenting the demise of Scientology Incorporated (“SI”). Today, I’m reporting from the corner of Vermont Ave. and Sunset Blvd., as well as from SI’s West Coast headquarters, the Pacific Area Command Base (aka “PAC Base” or “Big Blue”).
Here we are, on the southeast corner of Vermont Ave. and Sunset Blvd., where I found a gaggle of Body Routers (“BR”), some Sea Org (“SO”) members, some apparently not.
This BR seemed comfortable with having her picture taken (I think she’s most likely from an outer org, perhaps Pasadena Org, or the Phoenix Org):
I encountered this BR selling her wares to a street vendor:
I found a lot of Sea Org members on one street corner, the southwest corner of Vermont Ave. and Sunset Blvd. They seem to favor it, perhaps for its afternoon shade. This corner also has most SI refuse which clutters the sidewalk, trash cans, gutter and curb.
The reason I take as many photos as I can of Sea Org members is that they may be your son or daughter, a Scientologist who may have cut you off with the toxic Scientology policy of Disconnection. Maybe you’ll spot a brother, sister or family member in these photos, or someone you used to work with. Today, LA Org became an official polling place (I thought briefly of going into the org because voting is a constitutional right, but it’s not my job to antagonize Scientologists; let that task be their overt; that is, their misdeed, their sin, their transgression):
I took this photo on L. Ron Hubbard Way (“LRH Way”), facing south. That’s LA Org to the right, and the Advanced Organization of Los Angeles (“AOLA”) further down the street and on the left.
The building at the end of LRH Way is the apartment building that SI recently renovated; I believe it’s for SO berthing.
The new white window awnings declare the struction, “The Fountain” or, simply, “Fountain.”
Here’s a photo on the right side of LRH Way, with the Canteen and the Main Building on the right. Maybe you know the SO members or Scientology public talking.
“FLAG World Tour. The Best on the Planet is Coming to Los Angeles. Bee Thar.”
Why does this photo of a delivery truck from Bridge Publications Inc. (“BPI”) unloading a palette of SI product remind me of the 1950s sci-fi classic The Invasion of the Body Snatchers?
Here is a close-up of the delivery from BPI: fresh pods for LA Org:
Here’s a close-up of a SO staff member from BPI (these trucks have arrived at the delivery area behind the Main Bldg., on Catalina St., between Sunset Blvd. and Fountain Ave.):
While BPI unloaded their goods, this guy pulls up. He’s the cocky, arrogant, all-important, know-it-all, in-your-face type of SO member who I always have tried to avoid like the plague. This guy represents the Tom Cruises of the world, those lofty Sea Org members who, in the valence of David “Let Him Die” Miscavige, offer us our salvation and the key to our spiritual eternity. Amen.
Here’s a close-up I grabbed of Sir Cocky; notice that the arrow is pointing to what may be a belt buckle with the “Sea Org” emblem on it:
Here’s one of two or three Security Guards (“SG”) who followed me during today’s Field Operations. They are certainly polite, courteous and respectful; whenever I wave, smile or nod, I receive at least the same acknowledgment in return. I can’t believe he let me take his picture.
As I walked north on Catalina St., toward Sunset Blvd., this pretty woman, a SO member, walked down the driveway that leads from LA Org and the American Saint Hill Organization (“ASHO”):
Here’s a close-up of Pretty Woman:
In the parking lot behind LA Org, we see a van with the “FLAG” logo; I wonder, is the FLAG World Tour about to happen? Check out the security camera to the right of the van (it’s pointed down at the sidewalk across the street).
Now here’s something you don’t see very often: this guy is most likely Scientology public; not staff or SO. He is, however, handing out “Free” Dianetic Film tickets. Actually, he really wasn’t handing them out; he was just milling about, listening to something or somebody on his earphones, and barely saying something like, “Get your free tickets here,” kind of like vendors do selling hotdogs or popcorn at a baseball game.
Here’s a close-up of the guy (who is maybe doing a lower condition amends project or is trying to scores enough parts so he can win a sweetheart at a Scientology-owned-and-operated Dating service. His tickets are so new new, they shine and have never been bent by human fingers of Los Angeles winds. He truly looks like he’d rather be someplace else. These might not have been earphones, but, instead, a telephone device for his ear (not unlike a Blackberry), because when he spoke, he didn’t sound like he spoke to anyone nearby.