My Life As A Scientologist -Part VII

This entry is a continuation of "My Life As A Scientologist." To view part one, click here.

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My session during this day was odd. For whatever reason, whenever the auditor asked me questions I would get these peculiar images in my brain and explain them to him. I was probably just in an off mood that day. I saw scratchy black and white images of being in a Junior High nurse's office and teddy bears were running around.

Teddy bears do not run around in Junior High nurse's offices.

I was also convincing myself, with the help of my auditor, that my parents had abused me one evening. I was told not to ask my parents about this because it was against the rules to talk about what you remembered in auditing because what's important is how you remember it.  Anyone else's input can distort that memory.

Hmmmmmm.

I guess I never asked why it was important that I remembered the memory at all.  If I thought that something happened in the past, why can't I just erase it and move on?  Who cares?  It's probably more important that I talk to my parents about being abused than it would be to have a successful audit session.

Things seemed beyond wrong; they seemed like complete bullshit. During my sessions I kept remembering things that didn't happen. Either I know that they didn't happen, or it was impossible for them to happen.

The auditor is not allowed to end a session until you have what is called a "Win." This is just a point when you feel good and are smiling. This didn't happen on his day. I was there for about 5 or 6 hours and had to leave because the office was closing and I needed to go to work. Paul told me to come back as soon as possible because some kind of "portal" or "memory" or something was still open. I didn't know what the hell he was talking about.

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