AnonShaw

Michel valiquette, l'homme concerné dans un leak récent de narconon trois-rivières à été contacté par anonymous. Il nous à offert un témoignage de 8 pages sur son expérience avec l'église de scientologie de québec.
Nous croyons qu'il à beaucoup plus d'informations que ca car il parlait d'un contrat avec sea org au téléphone. Nous allons le recontacter pour savoir si il désire partager d'autres informations. En attendant il dit que ca ne lui dérange pas du tout qu'on utilise son témoignage.


Mr Valiquette, the man concerned in a recent leak from narconon trois-rivières does really exist, he just sent us a full 8 page testimony of his first experience with Quebec's scientology. I suspect there is much more to know and we will contact him again soon to see if he's willing to share more. In the meantime he doesn't mind at all if we use his testimony. Sorry but it's only in french, if anyone wants to translate, have fun I suck at it :)

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In English maybe?

LRonAnon

Nope, it defiantly looks French.

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Outside-in

Ok teach me to read French you eloquent froggy. :-P

LRonAnon

No Habla' la Frensh, ...SoCal

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AnonShaw

Lrn2read ;)

Ann O'Nymous

Je commence la transcription.
Manque la page 64. Je ne trouve pas l'image dans l'OP.

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AnonShaw

Merci! si tu continue la transcription, je vais commencer la traduction dès demain soir!

A.Non Hubbard

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AnonyMary

Translation: French » English
Re: (French) Testimony from Mr Valiquette about Quebec's scientology

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Je commence la transcription.

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Dianétique
Après avoir lu le livre sur la dianétique, je contactai l’église de scientologie de Québec. Ils voulurent m’embarquer dans leur science à gros prix. Mais il y avait bien une session de vingt heures en dianétique, pour 200 dollars, en guise d’entrée, une aubaine comparée à leurs autres offres. Ils voulaient faire de moi un auditer au coût de 10'000. Tout ce que je voulais, c’est tâter l’appât. Alors Marjolaine se mit en frais de me diagnostiquer à rabais. C’était une grande blonde au bassin généreux et sans façon, son style, quoi ! Nous avons commencé par répertorier les souvenirs clairs et agréables mais accessibles facilement pour finalement tenter d’explorer quelques moments d’inconscience bien facile de location, soit dans mon cas une opération sous anesthésie.
Il suffisait de fermer les yeux et de répondre à des ordres brefs, précis et neutres. Ils étaient répétés au besoin, exactement pareil. Mes souvenirs agréables dignes de mention, guère nombreux, les moins agréables, de même. Cependant, j’ai cliqué sur mon appendicectomie. Le médecin était très brusque et silencieux. C’était le soir après sa journée, une urgence et il n’était pas d’humeur à plaisanter. Il coupa brutalement et un seul son que j’entendis clairement est celui de mon appendicite sectionnée atterrissant au fond d’une chaudière. Après j’étais veillé par une infirmière le temps de me réveiller, mais je pissai sur la civière avant d’en revenir. Le raffut qu’elle fit me réveilla, elle n’était pas contente. C’était pourtant une urgence, donc je n’étais pas à jeun. On m’amena en maugréant dans une chambre.
Ca augurait bien, « primer » par le livre, j’arrivai sans trop de problème à découvrir des engrammes, c’est-à-dire des moments d’inconscience douloureux qui avaient laissé leur marque dans mon psychique. Je retrouvai un moment où bébé, j’avais été malmené. J’étais tombé de la table à langer et dans son anxiété naturelle, ma mère me serra si…
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… fort qu’elle faillit me rompre le cou. Je parvins à m’en souvenir, mais ce n’est que plus tard que la scientologie me fit réaliser qu’à ce moment-là, je commençai à refuser la réalité. Nous progressions tranquillement vers les prénataux, ce qui est arrivé entre la naissance et la conception. Il y eut bien du brasse-camarade ici et là : les vomissements matinaux, les coïts occasionnels, mais deux instances méritent d’être relevées, l’une démontre les limites de la dianétique, l’autre sa finesse.
Un souvenir conscient ou non doit contenir tous les éléments de la réalité et le travail de Marjolaine était de m’aider à explorer toutes les facettes d’un incident. Les cinq sens contribuent au souvenir plus le sentiment de l’instant, la scientologie, elle, recherche la façon dont on l’a intégré mentalement, soit le refus, l’apitoiement ou l’acceptation, etc. Le premier incident me plaçait sur un lit contemplant avec amertume une toilette la porte ouverte et jaune illuminée et le bruit d’une chasse d’eau. J’étais fœtus, donc j’avais pour l’occasion les yeux de ma mère et son sentiment. Mais Marjolaine fit tout son possible pour que je ne m’attarde pas sur l’événement. Dans leur jargon, j’avais emprunté la valence de ma mère. Les fœtus et les jeunes enfants s’identifient souvent au personnage dominant de leur entourage.
Ce jeu des valences est tellement commun qu’il dure parfois des années, voire toute une vie. C’est se prendre pour un autre, littéralement parce qu’il semble gagnant. De toute façon, la manière dont elle mena cet épisode me fit soupçonner qu’il y avait de quoi de tabou. Si ce n’était que de langue maternelle dont nous héritions de notre mère, ce serait si peu. Mais ce n’est que beaucoup plus tard et de mon propre chef que je parvins à résoudre cette énigme. Le second incident, le mot ne décrit pas exactement la situation d’alors : en prénatal, je me sentais menacé, mais j’étais incapable de localiser un événement spécifique. C’est très simple, j’étais le premier-né d’un…
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… couple de facteur sanguin incompatible, le facteur rhésus. Les deux derniers mois de grossesse, j’étais fiévreux constamment.
Encore là, ce n’était pas le fait volontaire de ma mère, les anticorps qu’elle produisait me rendait la vie dure, de là la difficulté d’identifier la source du péril. Ce n’était pas un incident mais une condition. C’est comme si j’avais été trompé avant que de naître. Mes quatre frères et sœurs n’ont pu s’en réchapper malheureusement. La dianétique n’était pas équipée pour déceler de telles conditions. Du moins pas Marjolaine, toute axée sur des événements précis. Mais je me débrouillais avec les informations qu’elle m’avait aidé à extraire pour résoudre le problème et le garder pour moi seul. Toujours les yeux fermés, nous sommes glissés avant les prénataux, dans les vies antérieures, le terrain de prédilection de la scientologie bien qu’il n’en soit pas question dans le livre que j’avais lu. La sciento est issue de la dianétique pour encadrer ces manifestations-là, je suppose.
Finalement, cette vie était bien banale. Quant aux autres, c’était plutôt confus. La mémoire qui m’en restait était toute relative à des fins violentes. Je commençai à développer un tic durant mes sessions d’audition avec la placide Marjolaine. Comme si je recevais un coup violent dans l’abdomen qui me secouait tout entier et me rejetait la tête en arrière. Elle n’en fit pas cas au début. C’était en Sicile dans une tranchée. Mon compagnon d’armes était mort et je reçus un éclat de shrapnell dans l’abdomen à mon tour. Je ressentis le paysage majestueux avec un soleil couchant rouge sang, mais je n’acceptai pas cette mort prématurée. Il y avait énormément d’amertume. Remontant le fil du temps, c’est au main médiévale d’un frère aîné français que je reçus mon coup de mort, toujours dans le ventre. Je crois que ce coup-là, je le méritais.
Encore avant, j’étais une espèce de despote normand qui faisait la vie très dure à ses femmes. J’étais âgé et suicidaire. Je tentai de pousser sa dernière conquête, une belle femme de caractère, à me faire la peau. J’y parvins…
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… à sa grande consternation, c’était la seule à m’avoir tenu tête. Evidemment l’auditrice tentait de me tirer les vers du nez : noms, dates, positions. Je pouvais très bien décrire les décors et les propos, mais il semblait que j’avais les autres données tout croche. Elle voulait des dates et des noms. En vain. Même aujourd’hui, je ne m’embarrasse pas de spécificité sur ce terrain. Notre contrat de vingt heures tirait à sa fin et je restais sur mon appétit, en suspens quand à ces deux derniers événements puisqu’elle m’avait dit qu’elle allait vérifier les dates, etc. sur un autre plan aussi. Elle voulait savoir le pourquoi de mon titre.
Pour elle, dianéticienne avec une certaine expérience, elle prenait au mot la description du mental qu’en avait fait monsieur Hubbard, ce n’était qu’une mécanique dont il avait développé la technologie pour la manier. Elle s’adressa à ce qu’il avait baptisé le ficheur, son langage présageait l’informatique. Par delà ma tête, elle voulut savoir du ficheur le pourquoi du tic. La session se termina avant qu’elle le sut et même aujourd’hui, ça me demeure énigmatique. Selon leur parlance, elle m’avait laissé dans les limbes, avec un cycle d’action incomplet. Chaque auditeur est supposé être supervisé par un officier de cas. Il y avait bien eu quelqu’un qui m’avait écouté incognito à un moment donné, mais il n’y avait pas eu de suivi réel. Je retournais souvent, mais ils ne faisaient que m’offrir leur damnée scientologie au lieu de penser à compléter le cycle.
Ils finirent par réaliser la situation vu que je persistai à rejeter toutes leurs offres et l’on éclaircit la situation. Ils m’offrirent de conclure l’expérience dianétique par un autre deux heures finales. Ce furent les plus belles. Tous les incidents avaient perdu leur charge. Elle avait vérifié les dates et rien ne concordait, mais je m’en fichais. Tant qu’à y être, je lui demandai de m’aider à aller plus loin. Ce ne fut guère difficile. Je me retrouvai avant l’âge de la parole, en Amérique du Sud, dans une tribu dont les jeunes loups menaçaient ma position de chef. Je devais être un sacré bon chasseur…
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… car pour rétablir ma suprématie, je décidais de faire un coup d’éclat, me payer la peau d’un tigre à dents de sabre. Mal m’en pris, c’était des jumeaux identiques que je n’avais su déceler. J’en tenais un en joue, l’autre me brisa l’échine et comme les émotions n’étaient pas plus développées que les mots, ce ne fut que surprise, sans plus. Cependant, en plus de rectifier quelques données historiques, l’insight me combla d’aise, j’étais là tout au début et la théorie de l’évolution n’était pas chimère. Ensuite, sur ma lancée, j’allai si loin que j’étais sûr de ne plus être sur la même planète. Pressé de questions par Marjolaine, j’allais glisser dans une histoire de petits bonshommes verts lorsque, malgré moi, les yeux toujours fermés, je levai la main pour la faire taire. Je restai ainsi de bonnes minutes tandis que défilait un souvenir si lointain et primordial que je n’avais aucune envie d’en rendre compte, même maintenant. Ce fut le summum de mon expérience avec ces fumistes.
J’avais fini cette session à ma satisfaction tout en préservant ma plus grande révélation d’eux à moins que ce soit un implant très habile, je n’en sais rien. Faut dire que Marjolaine prenait des notes. Ils avaient un dossier des éléments que je viens de raconter. De plus ils me passèrent à l’électromètre, une sorte de détecteur de mensonge maison, pour savoir si j’étais prêt pour l’étape suivante. Je passai le test haut la main, mais le printemps était bien engagé, je négligeai mes cultures et je n’avais plus le sou, alors je diminuai mes visites à cette église. J’étais euphorique au début : j’avais tout raconté à ma femme, une erreur, je redevins plus terre-à-terre, puis finalement, je perdis tout intérêt dans ma vie quotidienne au point de craquer totalement. Comme le propriétaire précédent, je ne réussis pas à me rendre au bout de mon champ, même en tracteur. Avait-ce à voir avec la sciento, fouillez-moi ?
Littéralement désâmé, je montai à l’église me blottir dans un coin, comme paralysé, attendant que quel- …
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… -qu’un me ramasse. Ce n’était pas la déprime, c’était comme l’a si bien décrit Hubbard dans son échelle des tons, le dernier échelon : souhaitez n’avoir jamais existé. On finit par me remarquer et à force de parler, de me faire parler, je parvins éventuellement à faire les démarches nécessaires à trouver les argents suffisants pour subir un traitement de choc scientologique. Un drôle d’ami m’avança 10'000 dollars. C’est que c’est cher l’audition scientologique. Je ne sentais pas que je n’avais pas le choix. Je quêtai sans remords, un peu manipulé, faut le dire. Je retournai à la maison sans autre soin pour l’instant. Ma maison serait bientôt vide, je le savais, je serai seul.
Ma femme m’avait annoncé qu’elle me quittait avec nos trois enfants, et comme je n’avais plus le cœur à l’ouvrage non plus, j’allais tout perdre. Cette maudite église m’avait séduit à ce point-là, jusqu’aux moyens de m’en méfier que j’avais perdus. J’avais trippé en dianétique, mais je payais le gros prix maintenant. L’audition scientologique fut confiée à un dénommé Don, unilingue anglais, mais seul compétent semblait-il ! Elle se déroulait totalement sous contrôle de l’électromètre. Je commençai à réaliser que c’était comme une drogue. Le grand manitou lui-même décrivait le processus comme une succession ininterrompue de gains menant à l’illumination en plus de la clairvoyance, mais l’effet désiré, j’ai l’impression, était d’assujettir de plus en plus totalement et subrepticement le client à sa gammick.
Je n’avais guère le choix, tout était perdu et ils étaient ma planche de salut. Quand j’embarque, c’est sans lésiner. La première session d’audition avec le grand Dan fut uniquement technique. Il me familiarisa avec les descriptions d’un grand livre couvrant les différents degrés entre l’acceptation et le refus de la réalité. J’ai beaucoup de difficulté à mémoriser, alors je lui rabâchai ses préceptes à ma façon et il dut se contenter du fait que je semblais comprendre de quoi il s’agissait. A la deuxième session, nous fîmes une révision de ces règles et…
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… vitupérant, je commençai à le bousculer. Il était pas mal plus grand, bien que très mince. Je ne voulais pas lui faire de mal, mais il ne voulait pas céder d’un pied. Je parvins quelque fois presque à m’enfuir, mais chaque fois, avec l’énergie d’un désespoir que je ne comprenais pas, il me rattrapa. Je jure que je ne l’ai pas frappé, mais j’imitai un bon coup de poing sans jamais l’atteindre. Finalement, je me calmai, puisque rien n’y faisait et lui déclarai qu’à six heures pile, soit dans dix minutes, je sortirai coûte que coûte. Il se rassit, me présenta les électrodes de sa machine. Je les pris de bonne grâce.
Il était complètement dépité et se parlant à lui-même, il affirma qu’il était à la fois l’auditeur et le superviseur de cas, puis il me laissa sortir. Il était six heures juste. Au deuxième, je fis savoir que je l’avais brassé un peu et tout le monde se précipita en haut. Je sortis le sourire aux lèvres. Quelle belle gang de gnochons. Pour ce qui est de son affirmation, elle n’était pas exacte malgré son souhait. Nul ne peut être auditeur et superviseur de cas en théorie. Il y avait Bob, un autre torontois plus versé en administration, mais qui lui servait de comparse dans ce rôle. J’ai bien peur que Dan fit une entorse au code d’éthique scientologique pour camoufler sa déconfiture. Je revins trois jours plus tard réclamer la balance des sous que je n’avais pas utilisés. C’était terminé quant à moi.
Comme personne ne m’interpellât, je me mis à la recherche du bon Don. Je le trouvai au sous-sol en train de taponner un ordinateur. Il me fit savoir qu’il ne voulait rien savoir de moi et j’en fis de même. Il avait de magnifiques taches pourpres sur la figure et les bras, comme des ecchymoses. Ca me réjouit. Je montai au deuxième, voir la préposée aux admissions et lui réclamai le reste de l’argent emprunté. Elle me fit des yeux noirs, assassins, mais prit note de ma requête. A force d’insister, je reçus un an plus tard, trois mille quatre cents dollars, avec l’endos du chèque plein de déclarations les dégageant…
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… de toute autre forme de recours. Ca m’avait coûté plus de six mille dollars pour six heures d’audition scientologique. Faut le faire ! Mais, considérant que c’était de l’argent emprunté, j’avais fait du profit et jamais je ne rembourserai une damnée cenne. Elle irait direct dans leur gousset étant donné que mon prêteur est encore dans leurs griffes. De plus, malgré tout, je m’en suis sorti plus aguerri, ayant confronté de la grosse marde sans coup férir, vraiment. Re: (French) Testimony from Mr Valiquette about Quebec's scientology

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Here is the Google mishmash translation, giving some idea of what it is about. Keep in mind the french pronouns are difficult to translate into english. If anyone can elaborate on this, I'd appreciate it:



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Dianetics
After reading a book about Dianetics, I contactai the Church of Scientology of Quebec. They wanted m'embarquer in their science wholesale prices. But there was indeed a twenty-hour session in Dianetics, for $ 200, by way of entrance, a bargain compared to their other offerings. They wanted to make me an audit at a cost of 10,000. All I wanted is tasting bait. So Marjolaine began to diagnose costs me a discount. It was a big blonde with the pelvis and generous way, his style, whatever! We started by identifying clear and pleasant memories but easily accessible to finally try to explore a few moments of unconsciousness easy hire, or in my case an operation under anaesthetic.
It was enough to close their eyes and respond to orders quickly, precise and neutral. They were repeated if necessary, exactly the same. My pleasant memories worthy of mention, not many, less pleasant, as well. However, I clicked on my appendectomy. The doctor was very sudden and silent. It was the evening after his day, an emergency and it was in no mood to joke. He abruptly cut off and one sound I heard clearly is that my appendicitis cut landing at the bottom of a boiler. After I watched a nurse by the time I wake up, but I pissai on a stretcher before returning. The raffut it fit me woke up, she was not happy. It was an emergency yet, so I was not fasting. It took me a grumbling in a room.
It augured well, "primer" by the book, I arrived without too much problem to find engrams, ie moments of unconsciousness painful who had left their mark on my psyche. I retrouvai a baby when I was manhandled. I was dropped from the table and in its natural anxiety, my mother shook me if…
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… Strong that it fails me break the neck. I managed to remember me, but it was not until later that Scientology made me realize that at this time, I began to deny reality. We progressions quietly to prenatal, what happened between birth and design. There was a long-brewing comrade here and there: vomiting morning, coïts casual, but two bodies should be reported, one demonstrates the limits of Dianetics, the other its finesse.
A souvenir aware or should not contain all the elements of reality and work Marjolaine was to help me explore all facets of an incident. The five senses contribute more to remember the feeling of the moment, Scientology, it, research how it has integrated mentally, or refusal, apitoiement or acceptance, and so on. The first incident put me on a bed with bitterness contemplating a toilet door open and yellow illuminated and the sound of a flushing. I was a fetus, so I had the opportunity to the eyes of my mother and her sentiment. But Marjolaine did everything possible so that I do not m'attarde on the event. In their jargon, I borrowed the valence of my mother. Fetuses and young children often identify with the dominant character of their entourage.
This game valences is so common that it sometimes takes years or even a lifetime. It was taken to another, literally because it seems winner. Anyway, how it led this episode made me suspect that there were what's taboo. If this was only language that we héritions our mother would be so little. But it was not until much later and my own that I managed to solve this puzzle. The second incident, the word does not describe exactly the situation then: prenatal, I felt threatened, but I was unable to locate a specific event. It's very simple, I was the firstborn of a…
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… Couple of incompatible blood factor, rhesus factor. The last two months of pregnancy, I was constantly feverish.
Again, this was not the voluntary my mother, antibodies produced it made me tough life, hence the difficulty in identifying the source of risk. This was not an incident, but a condition. It is as if I had been misled before born. My four brothers and sisters have been able to escape unfortunately. Dianetics was not equipped to detect such conditions. At least not Marjolaine, all focused on specific events. But I débrouillais with the information it helped me out to solve the problem and keep it for myself. Still eyes closed, we are dragged before the prenatal, in past lives, the land of choice for Scientology, although it does not matter in the book that I read. The sciento east end of Dianetics to oversee these events there, I suppose.
Finally, this life was very banal. As for others, it was rather confusing. The memory that remained was me relative for violent purposes. I began to develop a tic during my sessions hearing with the placid Marjolaine. As if I received a violent coup in the abdomen to me secouait whole and rejected me your head back. It does not fit the case at first. It was in Sicily in a trench. My companion in arms was dead and I received a burst of shrapnell in the abdomen in my lap. I felt the majestic landscape with a blood-red sunset, but I n'acceptai not premature death. There were a lot of bitterness. Dating back over the time is the main medieval french an older brother that I received my death blow, still in the womb. I believe that one, I deserve.
Even before I was a sort of despot who was Norman life very hard for his wives. I was old and suicidal. I tried to push its latest conquest, a beautiful woman of character, to me the skin. I managed…
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… To his great dismay, it was the only given me a headache. Obviously the listener trying to draw me into the nose: names, dates, positions. I could very well describe the sets and the words, but it seemed that I had any other data crooked. She wanted to dates and names. In vain. Even today, I do not m'embarrasse specificity on this ground. Our contract twenty-hour drew to a close and I stayed on my appetite, pending when these last two events since told me she was going to check dates, etc.. on another level too. She wanted to know why my title.
She dianéticienne with some experience, it took the word description of the mind that had Mr. Hubbard, it was only a mechanical which it had developed technology to handle. She turned to what he called the ficheur, presaged its language computing. Beyond my head, she wanted to know why the ficheur of tic. The session ended before she knew and even today it remains a mystery to me. In their parlance, it left me in limbo, with a course of action incomplete. Each listener is supposed to be supervised by an officer of cases. There had been someone who listened to me incognito at a given moment, but there had been no real monitoring. I turned often, but they were only giving me their damnée Scientology instead of thinking about completing the cycle.
They eventually realize the situation since I persistai to reject all bids and it clarifies the situation. They conclude m'offrirent experience Dianetics by another two-hour finales. It was the most beautiful. All incidents had lost their dependents. She had checked the dates and nothing consistent, but I fichais. As long as there be, I asked him to help me go further. This was not difficult. I found myself before the age of speech, South America, a tribe whose young wolves threatened my position as head. I had to be a good hunter sacred…
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… As to restore my supremacy, I decided to make a coup d'éclat, pay me the skin of a tigre sabre-toothed. Mal took me, it was identical twins that I had been able to detect. I wanted to play one, the other broke my spine and emotions were not more developed than words, this was only surprise, nothing more. However, in addition to correct some historical data, insight filled me at ease, I was there at the beginning and the theory of evolution was not chimera. Then, on my momentum, I went so far as I was sure no longer be on the same planet. Pressed by questions Marjolaine, I was going to slip into a story of small bonshommes green when, in spite of me, eyes still closed, I raised the hand for silence. I stayed and good minutes while défilait a distant memory if and important that I did not want to report, even now. This was the pinnacle of my experience with these fumistes.
I finished this session to my satisfaction while preserving my greatest revelation of them unless it is a very clever implant, I do not know. We must say that Marjolaine took notes. They had a record of things that I just tell. In addition, they passed me by the electrometer, a kind of lie detector house, whether I was ready for the next step. I passed the test with flying colours, but the spring was well under way, I négligeai my cultures and I no longer had the support, then I diminuai my visits to this church. I was euphoric at the beginning: I had all told my wife, a mistake, I redevins more down-to-earth, and then finally I lost all interest in my daily life to the point of crack completely. As the previous owner, I can not get to the end of my field, even a tractor. Was this to do with sciento, delve me?
Désâmé Literally, I montai to church me huddle in a corner as paralyzed, until a few…
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…-Qu 'un me to pick up. It was not depression, as was so aptly described Hubbard in its scale tones, the last step: wish never existed. It ends with me out and force speak, make me talk, I eventually managed to take the necessary steps to find enough money to undergo a shock treatment Scientology. A strange friend m'avança 10,000 dollars. This is because it is expensive hearing Scientology. I do not feel that I had no choice. I quêtai without remorse, a little manipulated, you have to say. I turned the house without any care at the moment. My house would soon be empty, I knew I would be alone.
My wife announced to me that it left me with our three children, and as I no longer had the heart to work neither, I was going to lose everything. This evil church attracted me to this point, to the media that I am wary lost. I trippé in Dianetics, but I am paying the wholesale price now. The hearing Scientology was entrusted to a man named Don, unilingual English, but only seemed to be competent! It took place entirely under the control of the electrometer. I began to realize that it was like a drug. The great manitou himself described the process as a succession of uninterrupted gains leading to enlightenment in addition to the vision, but the desired effect, I feel, was to secure more and more completely and surreptitiously the customer at his gammick.
I had little choice, everything was lost and they were my board of salvation. When I get is not skimp. The first hearing session with Major Dan was only technical. I familiarisa with descriptions of a large book covering the different degrees between acceptance and denial of reality. I have great difficulty to remember, then I would rabâchai its precepts in my own way and he had to be content that I seemed to understand what it was. At the second session, we did a revision of those rules and…
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… Vitupérant, I began to shake. It was not greater evil, although very thin. I did not want to hurt him, but he did not want to cede a foot. I sometimes managed to escape almost, but each time, with the energy of despair that I did not understand, I rattrapa. I swear that I did not hit, but j'imitai a good punch but never reach it. Finally, I calmai, since there was nothing and it déclarai than six hours battery, or in ten minutes, I sortirai whatever the cost. It rassit, introduced me electrodes his machine. I made good grace.
It was completely dépité and talking to himself, he said he was both the auditor and supervisor of the case, then he left me out. It was just six hours. In the second, I did know that I had stirred a little and everybody rushed upstairs. I left a smile to the lips. What a great gang gnochons. As far as his assertion, it was not correct despite his wish. No one may be an auditor and supervisor of cases in theory. There was Bob, another Toronto paid more in hotel, but it served as comparse in this role. I am afraid that Dan was an infringement of the code of ethics Scientology to camouflage its collapse. I returned three days later to claim the balance in that I had not used. It was completed about me.
As nobody m'interpellât, I began to search for the right Don. I found in the basement being taponner a computer. He told me he did not want to know anything about me and I did the same. He had beautiful purple spots on the face and arms, as bruises. It pleased me. I montai the second, see the admissions clerk réclamai him and the rest of the money borrowed. It made me black eye, assassins, but took note of my request. A force of stress, I received one year later, three thousand four hundred dollars, with the back of the cheque full of statements identifying…
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… Any other form of appeal. It cost me more than six thousand dollars for six hours of hearings Scientology. Should do it! But whereas it was borrowed money, I did profit and I never did rembourserai a damnée cenne. It would direct in their pocket since my lender is still in their claws. Moreover, despite everything, I went out more seasoned, having confronted the big blow without férir shit, really. "

AnonShaw

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Ann O'Nymous

Transcription complète avec page 64.

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AnonShaw

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Dianeticted
After having read the book on dianetics, I contacted the church of scientology of Quebec. They wanted to take me aboard their high priced science. But there was a 20 hours dianetics session for 200$, as a starter, a real deal compared to their other offers.
They wanted to make me an auditor at the cost of 10 000$. All All I wanted, was to test the waters.
So Marjolaine decided to diagnose for cheap.
She was a tall blonde with generous hips, and easygoing, my type!
We started with docuementing the good and clear memories, the ones that we can access easily, to finally try to explore some moments of non-conciousness that were easy to locate.
In my case, an operation under anaesthesia. I only needed to close my eyes and answer his orders, brief, precise and neutral.
They were repeated as needed, exactly the same.
My good memories worth of mention, not many of them, the less pleasant ones too. However, I stuck on my appendectomy. The doctor was very brusk and silent. It was in the evening, after his workday, and he wasn't in a mood to joke around.
He cut abruptly and I heard only one sound clearly, that of my sectioned appendix falling at the bottom of a bucket.
After, I was taken care of by a nurse to give me time to fully awaken, but I was pissing on the bed before I could come back.
The noise she made woke me up, but she wasn't happy. It was still an urgency, so I wasn't on an empty stomach. They took me grumbling to a room.
It was starting well, ''priming'' by the book, I was discovering without too much problems the engrams, the unconscious painful moments that left their mark in my psyche.
I found a moment, where when I was a baby, I was mistreated. I fell from the table and in her natural anxiety, my mother held me so......
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....tight that she almost broke my neck. I came to remember, but it was later that scientology made me realise that at this moment, I was beginning to refuse reality. We were progressing slowly to the preborn, what has happened between birth and conception. There were some ''bumps'' here and there : Morning sickness, occasional coits, but 2 instances diserve to stand out, one shows the limits of dianetics, and the second one it's ''finesse''.
A memory, conscious or not, should contain all elements of reality, and Marjolaine's work was to help me explore all the aspects of an incident.
The 5 senses contribute to the memory, + the feeling of the moment. Scientology searches for the way we integrated it mentally, being refusal,
self-pity or acceptance etc...
The first incident placed me on a bed, looking with bitterness a toilet, the open door, bright and yellow and the noise of someone flushing.
I was a foetus, so I had for the occasion the eyes of my mother and her feeling. But Marjolaine did everything she could to keep me from lingering on this event. In their gibberish, I had taken my mother's valence. The foetuses and the young children often identify with the strong personality in their surroundings.
This valence game is so common that it sometimes last for years, even a lifetime.
It's thinking you are someone else, litteraly, because he or she is successfull.
Anyway, in the way she conducted this episode made me suspect there was something Taboo.
If there was only the native tongue which we inherit from our mother, it would be so little.
But it was only a lot later, and from my own innitiative, that I finally solved this enigma.
The second incident, the word doesn't describe exactly the situation of then: in prenatal, I was feeling threatened, but I was incapable of localising a specific event. It's very simple, I was the first born of.......
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.....a couple with incompactible rhesus factors. The two last months of my mother's pregnancy, I was feverish constantly. But again, it wasn't my mother's fault, the antibodies that she was producing made my life hard, hence the difficulty of identifying the source of the risk.
It wasn't an incident, but a condition. It's like I was cheated before I was born. My 4 brothers and sisters couldn't make it sadly. Dianetics wasn't equipped to detect such conditions. At least, not Marjolaine, always focused on precise events.
But i managed, with the informations that she helped me extract, to resolve the problem et kept it only for myself. Eyes still closed, we drifted to the prenatals, previous lives, the favorite terrain of scientology, even though they don't mention it in the book I have read. Scientology was born from dianetics to supervise those manifestations, I suppose. After all, this life was pretty ordinary. As for the others, I was quite confused. The memory I still had from it was relative to violent ends. I started developping a twitch during my auditing sessions with the always placid Marjolaine. As if I was receiving a violent hit in the abdomen that shook me and threw back my head.
She didn't make a whole lot of it at the beggining.
It was in Sicily in a trench. My brother in arms was dead and I received a piece of shrapnell in the abdomen. I felt the majestic landscape with a blood red sunset, but I wasn't accepting this premature death. There was a lot of bitterness. Going back the track of time, it's at the medieval hands of a french older brother that I received the hit that killed me, always in the abdomen. This one, I think, I diserved.
Again, before that, I was some sort of despot from Normandy who made his wive's lives very hard. I was old and suicidal. I tried to push my last conquest, a beautiful woman with attitude, to kill me, I suceeded.....
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To her great dismay, she was the only one to stand up to me. Evidently, the auditor tried to make me speak more about it: Names, dates, positions. I could describe very well the surroundings and what was said, but it looked like I had the rest of the data all wrong.
She wanted dates and names. In vain.
Even today, I don't burden myself with such specificities.
Our 20 hours contract was nearing it's end and I was still in suspense, regarding those last two events, sinc she told me that she would verify the dates etc. On another level. She wanted to know the why of my title.
For her, dianetician with a certain experience, she took literally the description of the mental that Mr Hubbard did, it was only a mechanism for which he developped a technique to manipulate.
She adressed what he baptised ''ficheur'' (not sure of the right translation for this word as it's a scientology term, the closest I can think of is ''files system''), her language was suggesting informatics.
Beyond my head, she wanted to know from the ''ficheur'' the why of this twitch. The session ended before she found out, and even today, it stays a mystery for me. According to their language, she left me in the limbos, with an incomplete action cycle. Eeach auditor is supposed to be supervised by an officer.
There was someone who listened to me icognito at a certain point, but there was no real follow-up.
I went back often, but they kept offering me their damned scientology instead of thinking about completing the cycle.
They finally realised the situation as I kept rejecting every one of their offers and they clarified the situation. They offered me to conclude the dianetics experience with another final two hours. Those were the best. All the incidents lost their charges. She verified the dates but nothing fitted, but I didn't care. Since I was already there, I asked her to help me go further.
It wasn't very hard. I found myself before the age of speech, in south america, in a tribe where the young wolves threatened my leader position. I must have been a really good hunter.....

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...since I chose to kill a sabertooth tiger, to establish my supremacy with a remarkable feat.
Sadly for me, it was a pair of identical twins that I couldn't notice. I was targeting one, the other one broke my back and since emotions weren't more developped than words, I felt only surprise, nothing more.
However, as well as rectifying some historical data, the insight filled me with comfort, I was there, at the beggining and the theory of evolution wasn't an invention. Then in my leap, I went so far that I was certain that I wasn't on the same planet. Pressed by Marjolaine's questions, I was slipping into a little green men story when, unwillingly, eyes still closed, I raised my hand to hush her up.
I stayed like that a few minutes as defiled a memory so far, so primary, that I had no desire to report it, even today. It was the summum of my experience with these scoundrels.

I had finnished this session to my satisfaction always preserving my greatest revelation from them unless it was a really clever implant, I don't know. I have to say that Marjolaine was taking notes. They had a file of the elements that I just described. Moreover they passed me on the e-meter, some sort of homemade lie detector, to know if I was ready for the next step. I passed this test very easily, but we were in the middle of spring, I neglected my plantations and I was broke, so I started to go less to this church.
At first, I was euphoric : I told everything to my wife, a mistake, I started to become more down to earth, and finally, I lost all interest in my everyday life at the point of loosing it completely.
Like the previous owner, I never really got the end of my field, even with a tractor. Did it have to do with scientology, I don't know ?
Literally soul-less, I went to the church and stayed in a corner, paralysed, waiting for someone...
THIS FAR TRANSLATED

Ann O'Nymous

Reprise de la traduction précédente des pages 65 et 66. Suppression des contresens, mais il faudrait améliorer le style.

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Mitsu Too

AnonShaw I have to go out shortly but I'll check back to see how far you got and I'll do a few. Maybe I'll start from the bottom and meet you in the middle? Back later.

AnonShaw

Translation updated up to page 63 in my previous post

Mitsu Too

Here's my stab at some of it. Although I now see that AnonShaw had already done a good job at it. Oh vey.

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Dianetics
After reading the book about Dianetics, I contacted the Church of Scientology of Quebec. They wanted to strat me on their science at all cost. But there was indeed a twenty-hour session in Dianetics, for $ 200, by way of introduction, a bargain compared to their other offerings. They wanted to make me an auditor at a cost of $10,000. All I wanted was to test the ground. So Marjolaine, coolly, began to diagnose me at a discount. She was a tall blonde with wide hips, unptretentious, her style, whatever! We started by identifying clear and pleasant memories but easily accessible to finally attempting to explore a few unconsciousness moments easy to locate, or in my case an operation under anesthesia.
It was enough to close my eyes and respond to quick, precise and neutral orders. They were repeated as needed, exactly the same. My pleasant memories worthy of mention, not many, those less pleasant, the same. However, I clicked on my appendectomy. The doctor was very abrupt and silent. It was the evening after his shift, an emergency and he was in no mood for plesanteries. He cut roughly and the one sound I heard clearly was that of my cut appendicitis landing at the bottom of a surgical basin. After I was watched over by a nurse while I was waiting to wake up, but I urinated on the stretcher before I recovered. The racket she made woke me up, she was not happy. Yet it was an emergency , thus I not been fasting. While she grumbled, I was brought to a room.
It boded well, "primed" by the book, I arrived without too much problem to find some engrams,that is to say, painful unconsciousness moments which had left their mark on my psyche. I recalled a time, as a baby, when I was manhandled. I had dropped from the changing table and in her natural anxiety, my mother had hugged me so hard …
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… that she nearly broke my neck. I had managed to remember it, but it was not until much later that Scientology made me realize that at this momment, I had begun to deny reality. We progressed quietly to the prenatal stage, what had happened between birth and conception. There were brasse-camarade here and there: morning sickness, occasional intercourse, but two instances should be reported, one demonstrates the limits of Dianetics, the other its finesse.
A memory, conscious or not, must contain all the elements of reality and Marjolaine’s job was to help me explore all facets of an incident. The five senses contribute to the memory as well as to the sentiment of the of the moment, Scientology, it, researches how one has integrated it mentally, either the rejection, self-pity or acceptance, and so on. The first incident placed me in a bed, contemplating with bitterness, a toilet with an open door, and yellowed illumination and the sound of a flushing toilet. I was a fetus, thus I had the opportunity to see through my mother’s eyes and her emotions. But Marjolaine did everything possible so that I did not dwell on that event. In their jargon, I had borrowed my mother’s point of view. Fetuses and young children often identify with the dominant character of their entourage.
This game of point of view is so common that it can last years or even a lifetime. It’s taking oneself for another, literally because it is seemingly the winner. Anyway, the way she led this episode made me suspect that there were something taboo. If this was only a language problem that we inherited from our mothers it would be nothing. But it was not until much later and on my own that I managed to resolve this puzzle. The second incident, words do not describe exactly the situation in this case: in utero I felt threatened, but I was unable to locate a specific event. It's very simple, I was the firstborn of a…
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… Couple with incompatible blood factor, the rhesus factor. The last two months of pregnancy, I was constantly feverish.
Again, this was not my mother’s choice, the antibodies she produced made my life tough, hence the difficulty in identifying the source of risk. This was not an incident, but a condition. It is as if I had been misled even before being born. My four brothers and sisters were not able to escape unfortunately. Dianetics was not equipped to detect such conditions. At least not Marjolaine, all focused on specific events. But I managed, with the information she had helped me to extract, to solve the problem and keep it to myself. Still with my eyes closed, we slid towards the prenatal, into past lives, the terrain of choice for Scientology, although there is talk of it in the book that I had read. The sciento sprung from Dianetics to encapsulate(explain) those manifestations, I suppose.
Finally, this life was very ordinary. As for others, it was rather confusing. The memories that remained were all relative to violent endings. I began to develop a tic during my auditing sessions with the placid Marjolaine. It was as if I received a violent blow to the abdomen which shook my whole body and threw my head backwards. She ignored it at first. It was in a trench in Sicily . My companion in arms was dead and I received a burst of shrapnel in the abdomen in my turn. I felt the majestic landscape with a blood-red sunset, but I did not accept this premature death. There was a lot of bitterness. Dating back further it was at the medieval hand of a french older brother that I received my death blow, still in the stomach. I believe that that one, I deserved.
Even before that I was some sort of Normand despot who made life very hard for his wives. I was old and suicidal. I tried to convince my latest conquest, a beautiful woman of character, to give in to me. I managed…
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… To her great dismay, she was the only one to stand up to me

Mitsu Too

...continue


Obviously the auditor tried to draw the details out of me: names, dates, positions. I could very well describe the surroundings and the intentions, but it seemed that I had all other details screwed up. She wanted dates and names. In vain. Even today, I do not burden myself with the specifics on this ground. Our twenty-hour contract drew to a close and I remained hungry for more, held suspended In relation to these last two events since she told me she was going to check dates, etc.. on another level too. She wanted to know the why of my title.
For her, a dianetician with some experience, she took to the letter the word of the mental that Mr. Hubbard had made, it was only a tool of which he had developed the technology to handle. She focused on what he had called the index, predated computing language. Beyond my ubderstanding, she wanted to know from the index the why of my tic. The session ended before she found it and even today it remains a mystery to me. In their parlance, she had left me in limbo, with an incompleted course of action. Each auditor is supposed to be supervised by a case officer . There had been someone who listened to me incognito at a given moment, but there had been no real monitoring. I returned often, but they did nothing but offer me their damn Scientology instead of thinking about completing the cycle.
They eventually realized the situation since I persisted in rejecting all their offers and they clarified the situation. They offered to conclude my Dianetics experience by another final two hour session. It was the most beautiful. All incidents had lost their burdens. She had checked the dates and nothing tallied up, but I did not give a damn. As long as I was there, I asked her to help me go further. This was not difficult. I found myself before the age of speech, South America, in a a tribe whose young wolves threatened my position as head. I had to be a damn good hunter …
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… As in order to restore my supremacy, I decided to make a brilliant move, gift myself of the skin of a sabre-toothed tiger . Misfortune took me, it was identical twins that I had been failed to detect. While I had one engaged, the other broke my spine and since emotions were not much more developed than words, this was but surprise, nothing more. However, in addition to correcting some historical data, insight failed to put me at ease, I was there right at the beginning and the theory of evolution was not a pipe dream. Then, on my initiative, I went so far as I was sure I was no longer on the same planet. Pressed by questions from Marjolaine, I was going to slip into a story of little green men when, in spite of me, my eyes still closed, I raised my hand to silence her. I remained this way a long while a distant and primordial memory unraveled itself that I did not want to recount it, even now. This was the height of my experience with these shirkers(bullshitters).
I finished this session to my satisfaction while preserving my greatest revelation of them unless it was a very clever implant, I do not know. I must say that Marjolaine took notes. They had a record of the things that I have just recounted. In addition, they passed me by the electrometer, a kind of a home made lie detector, to determine whether I was ready for the next step. I passed the test with flying colours, but spring was well under way, I was neglecting my cultivations and I no longer had any money, therefore I cut back oni my visits to this church. I was euphoric at the beginning: I had told it all to my wife, a mistake, I became more withdrawn, and then finally I lost all interest in my daily life to the point of losing it completely. Like the previous owner, I had failed to get to the end of my field, even with a tractor. Was this to do with sciento, I wonder?
Literally hopeless, I would go to the church and huddle in a corner as if paralyzed, waiting for someone…
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…to pick me up.

AnonShaw

just sayin, but wouldn't it be better to translate the missing part? I already did those ;) Thanks for the help though

Mitsu Too

So sorry. Must lurk moar. ;O)