The Road to Xenu
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The Road to Xenu A narrative account of life in Scientology by Margery Wakefield Bob Penny, one of the founders of F.A.C.T.Net (Fight Against Coercive Tactics Network), gives this account of how The Road to Xenu was originally published in a dual edition with his book, Social Control in Scientology : Margery wrote the first part of the book (The Road to Xenu), and I wrote the second part (Social Control in Scientology). We decided that the two parts complemented each other, so we published them together in one volume which we first released at the 1991 Cult Awareness Network conference in Oklahoma City. The printing was done in response to demand at the nearest Kinko's or other quick printer. The volumes were bound in a thermal binding machine of mine. Both Margery's work and mine were released to the public domain in 1993, when they were offered for download on the (non-internet) F.A.C.T.Net BBS. Neither are on file with the Library of Congress unless someone else put them there. The text has been available (with no remuneration to either Margery or me) on the F.A.C.T.Net BBS and on countless Web and ftp sites for I know not how long. The Road to Xenu is available on the World Wide Web at http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~dst/Library/ and http://www.demon.co.uk/castle/xenu/xenu.html Edition 3, released 12 October 1996. This document was formatted on 12 October 1996. Table of Contents 1 Implant Stations in the Sky 1 2 Your Needle Is Floating! 5 3 For the Next Endless Trillions of Years 10 4 Flunk for Laughing! Start! 14 5 Do Fish Swim? Do Birds Fly? 20 6 On a Clear Night You Can See Forever 25 7 The Date of the Incident Is 520 B.C. 33 8 Star Trek for Real 41 9 Death on the Titanic 49 10 Find Out Who You Really Are 57 11 Welcome to the RPF 65 12 Have You Ever Enslaved a Population? 72 13 We Are All Many 79 14 Back in the Wog World 85 Epilogue: Blood on the Bedroom Wall 88 Chapter 1 Implant Stations in the Sky It was a sunny, crisp day in late October as I slowly as Julie. walked home to my little apartment on East Ann Street. Then, mysteriously, she added, ``I have something The sky was a bright and endless blue, and little gusts important to tell you.'' of breeze stirred the leaves on the sidewalk into small ``Like what?'' I asked curiously, but at that moment whirlwinds. Fall was my favorite season. I liked the her teacher interrupted, wanting to talk to her about her nippy bite of the air that made you want to walk faster performance. and brought the blood to your skin and hinted of the ``Later,'' she said with a small wave, dismissing me. frostier winter air to come. Now, relaxing on my sofa, I looked at my watch. As I entered the apartment, I looked around in satis- Plenty of time to make it to the restaurant. I quickly faction. I had only been in this apartment two weeks. changed into a wool skirt with a turtleneck sweater and The apartment had been decorated on my meager stu- an Indian top to wear over it. And of course, my ap- dent budget, but I hadn't done badly at all, I thought, as pleseed necklace that I wore everywhere. I looked around me. With two small cans of paint I When I reached the restaurant, Julie was waiting. had transformed a few old boards into a bookshelf, We found a small table against the wall. using some old bricks I had found in the back yard. ``So what's the big secret?'' I teased her, after we And an Indian print bedspread from the flea market had ordered. covered the old worn sofa. Another Indian print fabric ``Well,'' she said, ``I want to tell you about some- served as a tablecloth for the small table against the thing really important. This is the biggest thing that's wall. ever happened to me. I have just made the most in- Anything Indian was ``in'' these days with the most credible discovery.'' ``hip'' students, the ones I worked with at the coffee ``Well, what is it?'' I asked her. house, like my friend Bob who painstakingly taught me ``You remember the week I went to California to to do horoscopes. I had spent my whole paycheck last visit my brother? About a month ago? When I didn't month buying all the books and tables I needed to cast get back on time for Monday classes?'' my charts. And like Tom, a philosophy major who had ``Yeah,'' I replied, ``and you sure have been acting introduced me to books by Edgar Cayce on reincar- different since you got back. You're never around the nation and past lives. dorm any more. Everyone's been asking what hap- And my friend Julie, whose brash, cynical per- pened to you.'' sonality contrasted sharply with my own shyness. Julie ``You won't believe this when I tell you about it. seemed to know everything about the world. Her It's just too unbelievable.'' parents were wealthy, and Julie had always had the ``Well, tell me.'' I was starting to feel impatient. best of everything: the best clothes, school in Europe, ``Margery, you just have to find out about Scien- the most expensive summer camps, even a car. Being tology,'' she said intensely. ``It's the most important accepted by Julie meant you were ``in.'' discovery of the century.'' I knew Julie because I had been assigned as her ac- ``You're kidding,'' I looked at her incredulously. companist at the beginning of the semester. We were ``That's the weird lecture we went to. Where they had both in music school; she played the cello and I accom- that little machine they hooked you up to. They asked panied her on the piano. We had been busy preparing if anyone wanted to try it. We laughed all the way for the recital earlier today in which she played the home,'' I said remembering the night several weeks Lalo Cello Concerto. before when a group of us had gone to a free lecture on Everything had gone fine. Afterwards, as she campus about Scientology. packed up her cello, she asked me to meet her for din- We heard a lecture, something about the mind, and ner at the Chinese restaurant on State Street. ``Sure,'' I then the lecturer gave us a demonstration of a ``meter'' agreed, honored by the attention of someone as popular that was supposed to be able to read your mind. I 1 The Road to Xenu didn't remember much of what was actually said at the door, wanting to know what had happened. I was em- lecture. I just remember how we all laughed as we barrassed, and just told them I had a bad dream. walked home, mimicking the lecturer with his little But the second time it happened, the dorm mother brown box. insisted that I go see the school counselor. I had to go ``Margery, listen,'' Julie insisted. ``This is serious. once a week to see this lady, who I thought was kind of This is too important to joke about.'' strange. She would just sit there and not say anything. ``But you went to the lecture. It was silly. Being I didn't like going to see her but I didn't want the able to see into your mind with that little machine.'' embarrassment of any more screaming episodes either. ``I know,'' Julie said softly. ``I thought it was silly And this year, other things had started to happen. too. But I went back the next day because they said Sometimes I would be walking to class, or to the music they had a free personality test, and I thought it would school to practice, and suddenly I would feel vaguely be interesting to take it. They took me to a house they terrified, like something terrible was going to happen. all live in, and I saw a movie about Scientology, and it This feeling would usually last for a couple of hours, explained about how this is a brand new science of the then it would go away. But I felt uneasy. Something mind, and how they could handle problems that no one was not right. I was afraid of something, and I didn't else ever could before. Margery, I really think you know what it was. should find out about this,'' she looked at me seriously. ``Do you really think that Scientology could help ``Like what kind of problems?'' I asked a little un- me?'' I looked at Julie cautiously. easily. ``I think that if it is a problem in your mind, then ``Look, this is a brand new science. They have a Scientology can take care of it,'' she answered. whole new theory about the mind. This is a thousand ``Anyway, what have you got to lose? There's no risk. years more advanced than psychiatry. They really un- If it doesn't work, then you can go back to your coun- derstand the mind like no one has ever done before. selor. But yes, I think it can really help you.'' They can get rid of all sorts of things. Like headaches. ``So how do you do it?'' I asked.