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Subject: Picket Report Dec 25 (Christmas Day) 99 Hawaii bOrg
From: "Xemu X. Xenu Jr. aka Vernon D. Cain Jr."
Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 15:33:50 -0500
Message-ID: <84687901p8b@enews2.newsguy.com>
I took several picts of the exterior of the Hawaii location on Bethel
Street. The building is basically a four level Parking Structure. The bOrg
is tucked in under level 2 and occupies two storefront door facades. The
"Office of The Phatone" occupies one of the two entry way doors. Idol
worship is alive and well here at the Hawaii location.
I arrived around 12:30 PM to find three of the staff having pizza in the
public area (nasty habit - I believe it is out acumen per their staff hating
packs). The faces were all new (this being Saturday) with the exception of
the lady that had been on the reception desk during my first reckon visit on
the Sunday before.
I had to go solo yesterday. All my picket buddies were busy doing the
Island Paradise thing. The weather was as always here in the tropics, 80s
partly sunny, slightly humid, gentle breeze. Soon after I arrived one of the
minions came out to lean against a parking meter to smoke a cigarette. He
was Caucasian. He fits the "New World Order" type. Clean cut, slender,
conservatively dressed, business shoes. I just kept trying to open a
communication with him. He did respond with a "I'm doing OK" to one of my
how's it goings that I would offer him from time to time. He did hear my
picket patter of "Space Alien Cult, Just another UFO Cult, and Space Alien
SCAM!, mixed in with Bait-and-Switch Scam and sometimes Don't Ask about
Xemu! He exhibited the usual and predictable behavior of one that has done
training in KSW. His reaction as to "Stare me down" and watch me with his
"Death Stare" even while taking in another drag on his smoke. He never took
his eyes off of mine as I approached or as I stood for moments before
turning to march back up the street. He met a coherent and staunch critic of
his criminal organization. He only voiced his opposition once or twice by
denying my gregarious mannerisms. When his smoke was finished he discarded
his trash in the street, thus flunking the rules of his superiors by not
obeying the laws of his host country and becoming a criminal himself
(although a minor criminal for now).
I paced about for almost 45 Minutes when I a young woman (late twenties to
early thirties) arrived in sort of a huff! She was dressed very casually;
split shorts, sport shoes, halter top, some sort of hair scarf. She greeted
me with a gruffy "Merry Christmas!!" Her expression was one of disgust and
irritation. I got the message loud and clear. She I don't think got mine.
Which was "I understand that it is Christmas. Why are these people here?
Selling the SCAM on Christmas? Why?"
I did notice that the ever-present security guard up the street on the other
side was not there today. The place is a financial organization that
occupies the lower level entrance. All of the shops and restaurants on the
street were closed. The taxi stand just under the "Parking" sign had a cab
waiting for a fare. The open-air parking lot on the corner same side of the
street as the bOrg was mostly empty. I do not know how to do a vehicle count
here since there is no dedicated lot. I did count about 6 staff. I didn't
see any apparent "customers" or "clients" moving about inside. There is only
the possibility of three or four very small rooms behind the facade that is
made up of the book shelves and the pictures on the wall that you can see in
my earlier posts to A.B.S..
Light but continuous street traffic while I was there. Several tour busses
went by along with the usual local bus. Wave "Tech" works well. I got lots
of reciprocal waves and smiles. Many times the looks were startled-like
until they could see the large word in the middle of my sign "SCAM" then I'd
get the usual smile. Many residents passed slowly by on a stroll of the area
or returning from dining.
I think I know why the term WOG was invented by hubbard as a racist derisive
of the Asian people. Several Asian couples strolled by and I was at first
presented with their automatic defense; skepticism and caution. As soon as
they could determine that I was protesting the UFO Cult $cientology they
would smile knowingly and hand signal disgust in the direction of the bOrg
and move on.
While strolling back and forth occasionally voicing my protest slogans I
watched a young man and his little sister watching me from around the corner
near the taxi stand that is tucked under the corner of the building. After a
while the young man asked me what was I doing. I asked if he knew what a
picket was all about. He had no frame of reference. I asked if he had the
idea of someone doing something to help his community. He had. I told him
that I was helping to inform the public about the harm this organization
does to unsuspecting young people just a bit older than he is. We chatted
for a while as I built a picture that he and his sister could understand.
The little girl asked about the alien (Xemu) picture on my sign. I said
that this organization will only tell you about Xemu after you have spent
around $360,000.00 and I showed her my $cientology - Costs a Mint side of my
sign. She understood that the $360K that was on my sign was a lot of money.
She told me that "All Space Aliens" are fake. She said there is no such
thing as "Space Aliens". I said that so far there was no evidence to suggest
that they are real and to say otherwise is a SCAM.
Next I found that the precocious little man and his sister wanted to get a
balanced answer to the story. They both went inside to ask about Xemu. I
was proud that I had driven them into the clutches of the Scampering Clams.
After about 4 minutes or so they emerged. The young man stopped to talk to
me as he was continuing on. He said that the persons inside told him that I
was crazy and to not listen to me. I said you can be the judge of that and
asked "So, do you think I am crazy? He smiled, I said that I was just trying
to help protect children and families and that I had kids too and that my
youngest daughter was just about the size of his sister. The little girl and
the boy departed by first saying that there is no such thing as "Space
Aliens" and that the people inside had been lying.
You know it is funny how kids can tell when they are being lied to and when
they are about to be scammed. Kids are getting smarter and smarter (street
smarts) these days. The people that advocate teaching "Critical Thinking
Skills" in the public school systems may not be able to measure the effects
of their efforts reliably but I can tell you this; I am impressed with the
automatic and careful inspection of both sides that these little ones did
and then made up their minds by saying each to me "I am not ever going to do
$cientology".
I'll tell you right now that that little encounter, with the two young ones,
was totally worth all the efforts that I have put into the Picket Reports
and going out to picket. I bet the parents of those kids are so proud! I
went back to my marching back and forth but now with a little spring in my
step. I felt totally validated by my efforts.
As I was parked directly across from the entrance to the Clambed I decided
to put my sign in my side window, facing the main entrance, and leave my car
there and go to lunch. As I turned to check out my car from down the street
I spotted the lady in the split shorts that arrived with the "Grumpy Merry
Christmas!" standing behind my car making it obvious that she was taking
down my car's license plate number. Oh NO! The OSA will have my ID!!! ;-)
I'm trembling and fearful of my crimes being exposed!
I believe that the rental company will present them with only minor
difficulties in getting my identification. But first I want you to pay a PI
and an information service a small ton of money to get what I give for free
here in my picket reports. Poor clams, poor little deluded clams, snap!,
snap!, snap!
During Lunch I discussed the "Done away with quietly and without sorrow"
style of the Nazis and the Mafia as being not different than that of The
Phatone's approach to ridding themselves of critics. I know what I have come
up against. I do not underestimate the absolute mindless cruelty of the
bOrg. I have witnessed them attempt to crush any and all Critics with
reckless aggressive abuse of the law. I have seen them build extensive
one-sided Dead Agent Folders that are none the less than Extortion and
BlackMail activities when used as they have used them to attempt to destroy
the lives of "Critics".
I lived $cientology for over 15Yrs. I watched the congame and the ruse for
years and thought it was just being done to "save" the planet and mankind
from destruction. I was told day after day about the evil psychs and the
diabolical "world banking organizations" as well as the corrupt and
misguided "educational institutions" of our country. I would from time to
time try to gather data but to not find what I was looking for in the forms
I could assimilate. All of that was before the "net" was easily and
reasonably reachable. The genie is out of the bottle. Anyone can have access
to the data by using their local library, school, or a friends computer.
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I have noticed that the Dwarf isn't OT yet. Ever hear about what happens to
"No Case Gain Cases" Little-Man? You know the routine, the plank isn't that
long. You can handle it can't you! Just look straight ahead and walk quickly
or the damn plank will leave a nasty bruise on your backside. What's the
matter Davey Boy cat got your tongue! Why don't you spend some time here on
A.R.S giving us your side of the story. We know you aren't getting case gain
so you should just follow policy and route yourself out.
Hey OSA Internet IC; "DO NOT ASK DAVEY BOY WHY HE IS A NO CASE GAIN CASE"
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The tactics of the Clamheads are hardening the critics and teaching us new
tricks and tactics. Even as the Clams get laws enacted to assist them in
"Securing the Environment" for "$cientology Ethics to GO IN" the people are
becoming aware of the true nature of the bOrg. The Clintons are leaving town
and will be bothering the fine people of NY, gawd what fun that is gonna be.
The Washington connection will fade as the strings are exposed and the trail
of money is located. The best I can hope for is the retro-active repeal of
the Tax Exemption Status that the Clams extorted out of our IRS through
internal connections and massive concurrent barratrious law suits.
Happy New Year.
Xemu Loves You.
Humbly presented as a Christmas Picket Report from Hawaii
Xemu X. Xenu Jr.
aka Vernon D. Cain Jr.
www.xenu.net for a clue what Xenu has in store for the New Year!
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Subject: Picket Report Dec 26 Hawaii bOrg
From: "Xemu X. Xenu Jr. aka Vernon D. Cain Jr."
Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 01:47:05 -0500
Message-ID: <8475b002c1g@enews2.newsguy.com>
Just another mid winter day here in Paradise. Hawaii is going through the
rainy season. Rained quite heavy this morning on and off. The surf is up.
Moderately gusty winds from the coast. Sheets of rain replaced by
wonderfully sunny conditions. I saw my opportunity and took off to picket.
I arrived on foot from a block away and took pictures of the inside back of
the parking lot. As I passed by the northern most end of the building on my
way around to the front I saw the inside back of the Hawaii bOrg programming
station. There is a bleak hallway just off the side door entrance. There
were several persons seated around a table just inside the door.
As I rounded the front and began my picket I realized that if I walk briskly
for an hour I would have gotten a great day in exercising. I proceeded
knowing I was doing a good thing for myself and my universe ;-).
The occupants took notice right away. They entered the "take no notice"
mode. The obvious leaning back and taking a stretch or just kicking back to
chat seems a little too overt. As I marched briskly back and forth not much
changed for the first few moments. I noticed that there was a "painter's
mini-pick-up" truck parked illegally out front. (more on that later )
Soon a small crowd of clams congregated at my side as I passed the door. A
rather tall young gentleman that I thought came from inside stepped out of
the crowd and stopped to ask me what I was protesting. Not knowing if he was
a bOrg Clam I asked are you a $cientologist or connected in any way with the
"church" of $cientology. As I asked the question I took the assumption that
he wasn't a full fledged clam head or perhaps had just recently came to know
of $cientology. He restated his question. "No, I just want to know what
you're doing here." I stated that I had concerns about a SCAM being offered
by this organization for $360K and that the SCAM involved not telling you
about Xemu the Space Alien until you had spent over $300K and by that time
it would be too late to save you. As I did this the "painter guy" came out
and demonstrated his OSA Training. He went into attack mode.
The painter pushed his way in and took over the conversation asking the same
question over and over. "Who told you this" "Who is paying you to picket"
"Where did you hear this" I asked him if he was OTIII yet? He and the person
I call The Exec refused to disclose if they had done OTIII or above. I told
the young man, who looks like he is in his late teens or early twenties, the
information about the Space Aliens was a SCAM because it the materials
written by the author of all of those books in the window states in the
Upper Level Materials that these billions of Space Aliens were brought to
Earth 75Million Yrs ago and blew up in volcanoes. One of the sites
according to the sci-fi author was Hawaii. Well the news to the Clams is
that Hawaii didn't exist 75M Yrs ago. Sorry but these people in this
building have been SCAMMED. I told him that the people in this building are
probably some of the nicest people you would want to meet. They have all
been SCAMMED and don't know it. The painter started in on me again over and
over that same set of questions. I asked the young man to excuse me as I
gestured to pass the painter and the Exec and the OSA Junior Staff guy. The
young man I was talking to wanted more. I told him that these people were
not permitted to use the internet to learn the truth.
I said use the internet to search for the word Xenu or even Xemu and he
would find an eyeful of fully verifiable information without much trouble.
The young man then asked why do you come here, what motivates you to picket?
I am just trying to spread the word about the SCAM so others don't get bait
and switched first for your "reactive mind" then your "Space Cooties"
followed by your "Clusters of Sleeping and Unconscious Space Cooties" where
somewhere along the line you get the clue that the bait and switch has you
in too deep to see the light of day that you are NOT getting any of the
abilities that seem to be promised you would get.
I had to motion to the exec and painter to let me pass as the painter just
kept on and this could turn ugly. I told the painter that the lawyers had
proven that the material on the net wasn't fake or altered since they had
sued many persons for having posted the material or had threatened legal
action if the material wasn't removed. What better way to "validate the
authenticity" of materials you see on the net. So now that I was "very
certain" that the materials on the net were valid and proved the Space Alien
Infestations and Clusters of Space Aliens were not a fake story designed to
defame the bulk of the $cientology materials. He asked for a web site, I
gave him www.xenu.net for starters.
I got a little worried there for a minute since I was doing another solo
picket. I marched on now with a little tremble in my voice that I worked off
by repeating my purpose aloud for passersby to hear. As I made my turn to
come back around I noticed that the three men had gone back inside to talk
and had pulled the doors shut. I kept on back and forth for the next hour.
When ever someone came by I would lower my voice and chat or get them to
smile at me or wave back. I was beginning to enjoy my brisk walking and
occasional chats with potential customers of the bOrg.
When it became clear that I wasn't going for a "short" picket the tall
blonde gentleman with brown mustache came out to confront me at about 70
minutes into my picket. I expressed my concern for his organization's
conduct against critics. I asked if he knew of the conduct. He denied any
knowledge. I asked his case level. He became nervous as I noticed he wore a
thin gold wrist bracelet and tried to make out the logo on the large portion
of the band when he began to rotate the band so I couldn't see it and he
then folded his arms to hide it all the better. I asked if he was being
honest with me and he declined to answer. I indicated that the ability of
this organization to tell the truth was well known and was he aware of the
lack of credibility of $cientology.
He asked what I have been reading. I told him that the entire upper half of
the bridge that he sells was entirely dependant on three very obvious SCAMS.
I stated that the three SCAM concepts were, telepathy in humans, space
aliens on earth 75Million years ago on Hawaii, and recurrent past lives. He
asked how I knew that telepathy in humans didn't exist. I asked if he was
for real. He insisted on knowing how I knew that there was no such thing as
Telepathy in Humans? I referred to the sites on the internet that have
Million dollar prizes for the proof that there is anything Paranormal in
Humans. I said OK what am I thinking? Or perhaps you could think a thought
into my head and make me go away. I quickly added that I didn't refute the
existence of Telepathy but that there was no evidence to refute. I said
that merely the absence of evidence isn't evidence of absence or proof by
not being able to not prove the non-existence of telepathy in humans. He
zoned slightly on me. OK, I added that if there was even a shred of evidence
of Hawaii 75 Million Yrs ago as an above the water island I would relent. He
was submissive on that point.
The exec continued and with a seemingly compassionate concern for my
position. He asked how long I was in $cientology. I said over 15 yrs. He
asked where to which I answered "So you can have the OSA cull my folders for
my crimes to build a Dead Agent Pack? I asked if he had seen Bob Minton's DA
Pack? He asked who is Bob Minton? I merely asked are we being honest again?
He deferred by asking about my case level. I said again are you familiar
with the conduct of his organization against mere critics and what kind of
Black Ops were done on them? He seemed to not know. I asked if he was
permitted to use the internet? He said why would he want to. He then asked
my name. I said Xemu. He said oh come on tell me. I asked if he didn't
believe me or perhaps he has read about Xemu. I got a tiny smile from him.
OK look I said if you just punch in Xemu on any internet search engine he
would most likely find out all about me.
When it became apparent that he had a mission with me the Exec next reverted
to his junior's line of questioning by repeatedly asking who was paying me
to picket. I actually got him to stop by just momentarily gesturing with
open palms and asking what do you want to know. He then accepted my answer
of "The payment I get is the satisfaction that just one single person was
saved from the SCAM that he had succumbed to long ago." He seemed to accept
that and then asked how long and how many days before I stopped this. I said
that as long as I had time and as long as I have the energy I would be here.
He then asked what kind of work I was in. I asked is that information going
to the OSA so they can DA me at my work? He shrugged. He then asked what it
would take to make me stop. I answered when the doors closed permanently and
the last $cientologists paid back all they had taken from innocent victims
of the SCAM.
The Exec guy wasn't taking my story about the motivation I had for
picketing. He asked again there must be some reason besides being socially
motivated to choose $cientology to picket. I responded that well when
someone has been scammed out of tens of thousands of dollars they never
forget that nor the feeling of having been a total fool for so long. I
quickly added that he would one day come to confront that he had been
scammed and that day was better to come sooner than later. He smiled and
began a robotic guffaw of my suggestion that he was being scammed. I said OK
just seek proof to Telepathy and go back and re-read OTIII this time looking
to see if you had been scammed by non-existent volcanoes. I said that the
details of the fun of reading Hubbard's chicken scratching may have obscured
the details since he was probably looking for the details of "how" at the
time and not "IF" since the thought hadn't occurred before. I think that he
just might go back and verify his OTIII readings when he gets time to read
OTIII again. Heck he might even try to get OTIII off the net and piece it
together by himself. I really feel for him when he realizes that he has
been scammed because it is gonna HURT LIKE HELL.
The exec did end on a compassionate score by asking well perhaps something
went wrong with your auditing and your folders need to be looked at again. I
thanked him for his candor and gently inserted don't forget no proof of
Telepathy, space aliens, or past lives and until those were located the
entire bridge to nowhere was a scam.
I kept smelling the wonderful aroma of Chinese food cooking as I was
picketing. I had been out for over 90 minutes so I headed off to the source
of the wonderful smell.
Pictures to be posted to A.B.S along with commentaries on them.
Xemu X. Xenu Jr.
aka Vernon D. Cain Jr.
www.xenu.net for a clue about the xenu scam.
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Subject: Picket Report Hawaii Dec 27 '99 Possibly 2 or 3 Pickets Today
From: "Xemu X. Xenu Jr. aka Vernon D. Cain Jr."
Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 01:54:45 -0500
Message-ID: <849psl0287@enews4.newsguy.com>
I am not sure what will actually be reported but I either did two or three
pickets today depending on how you read the stats if they are getting
reported by the staff up-lines.
Here goes;
I arrived at the Hawaii bOrg on Bethel Street at about 17:05 HST (my
computer is on Flagg time (EST)) so the time stamp on it will not reflect
the local time here.
As I arrived the doors were pulled closed by the Asian Public Exec as he and
two cohorts split off to the neighborhoods with stacks of fliers. I started
marching briskly back and forth. I felt more energetic today after getting
in so much exercise lately and having started taking reasonable vitamin
supplements for the past week or so. To help me get in exercise while
picketing I would go into the street between the parked cars just up to
where the passing homeward bound traffic could see my waving and sign
easily. I would say my slogans out loud not shouting but I have a
penetrating voice and I could hear it echo about the local buildings and
down the alleys. I got several thumbs up and one fella and his girl friend
stopped traffic to shout out the window that they were happy to see me doing
such a great job of spreading the word of the SCAM.
I got handled today by the usual ignore and hiding. The public people got
on the phone as soon as I arrived and spent most of the time on the phones
drumming up sales or calling me in to their superiors. The weekend Exec guy
showed up in very casual clothes and a western casual style hat. He wandered
about talking with the painter OSA type guy and the guy that came with the
painter guy about 6PM.
Here is the scoop about if it is two or three pickets today. I picketed
from 17:05 to 18:15. Went to dinner and when I returned the doors were open
again and I resumed a second picket at 18:27 that lasted 10 minutes. So
since the first part of my picket started on Day bOrg Hours and include Time
on Foundation Hours the two staffs need to report the observations I would
assume. The staff sent out leafletteers at 17:07 and again at 18:15 so it
looks like the Day and Foundation units took the stat for fliers. Well I
counted it as just another great day spreading the word while I took my kids
dad (me) for a life extending walk.
The handlings; The staff are always greeted by me with a smile and a
friendly hello. Sometimes in a very friendly and warm, "Hey please inform
yourself about the Space Alien SCAM." "Read the internet and find out the
truth." The handlings today consisted of the staff at two points coming out
to hang around on the street near me but didn't engage me in discussions.
When the staff send out three or more to mill about I get nervous and hang
back for a while doing my message sending a little up the street at the
intersection just north of the main entrance. I do not want to crowd them or
make them take a stand. I can observe that they are all visibly upset and
show signs of stress as compared to the initial reckon visits of a week ago
or so. Tired stressed out looks with the clothes showing signs of weakening
acumen. The grooming of the hair (both M&F) and makeup (ladies) shows haste
compared to earlier.
At various times in my picket(s) today I was confronted by "members" making
brief visits to the bOrg. The $cientologist visitors are very coy about
being $cientologists. I ask point blank to all that stop to ask me
questions "Are you a $cientologist?" and then "Are you connected in any way
to this organization over there" as I point at the bOrg facility. Every
time the answer today, and since my arrival, was no to both questions. As
the persons then went into the bOrg building after finishing my talk. The
only thing funny is they all had the same line of questions for me as I
answered their questions about why I was out here. First they would ask what
I was doing here? (Neutral enough) Then where did I hear all of that?
(Starting to show a pattern here.) As often they would ask is someone paying
you to do this? ( Cat's out of the bag) and Finish with you have got to be
kidding "Space Alien Cult" sounds like you are crazy! I know this is meant
to be a subtle message that I am ineffective or even helpful to filling the
bOrg with people. Oh you cleaver Clams! Stop that! You are gonna make me pee
my pants with laughter.
One of these cookie cutter "non-$cientologists" fell for my not so cleaver
leverage. I explained the Costs a Mint line and that the Bait and Switch
begins at around 40-50 Thousand where the "reactive mind" was the source of
all of your problems to now it is "Dead Space Aliens" but I continued, so I
am not arguing the indefensible "religious" belief line here (pointing to my
sign's line "NOT ABOUT RELIGION" "ABOUT ABUSE") if you read OTIII you will
learn about Xemu and his merry bands of renegades. The mother interjected a
guffaw and motioned by extending her arm across my front to huddle in her
older son (about 19 or 29) and her younger daughter (18 or 19) but because
she invaded my comfort zone I raised my arm above hers and lowered to guide
her arm off her son. This allowed me to continue for a moment more. I said
that I wouldn't be out here if there was a even a single OT here, ever in
$cientology. He couldn't take it anymore and he put his arm around his mom
and proudly announced well here is an OT!! Yes OT is a state of mind not a
state of ability! The OT is a person that has been SCAMMED and is unaware
of the scam. Ask your mom if it is true that Hubbard in OTIII said Hawaii
existed 75Mil years ago and Xemu blew up space aliens in it. Since Hubbard
never did any research he didn't know that Hawaii didn't exist back then,
therefore SCAM! His mother lit up like a overdry Christmas tree that found a
spark! She charged in close to me and began to shout "You don't realize the
magnitude of what you are doing. You will "pull in" a massive problem of
enormous magnitude. You have no idea of the damage you have done here!!
People die for having done less" I responded with Lady I know exactly what
I am doing here. You have been SCAMMED and don't realize the SCAM. Check
the Dates of OTIII and the geological age of the Hawaiian Islands. SCAM!
Find one single shard of evidence of Space Aliens here 75Mil years ago!
None equals SCAM! Sorry No Research equals SCAM. Realizing she had totally
lost the argument she and here two kids went into the building. My message
struck paydirt even though she didn't realize it. I added just before she
left that I know how much it is going to hurt when you finally realize that
you have been totally SCAMMED so don't go on further until you check out the
data I have just given you!
I was enlivened for the next few minutes by this subtle win that will crack
her case in a few months with her children now having been given solid data
that even though she "Dead Agents" me they will check out and ask of her.
Here kids didn't know about the XEMU thing at all and now they know it is
true. She fell for my subtle ploy in a different way. When I was asked by
her son what my name was I said Xemu and pointed to my picket sign message
"DON'T ASK ABOUT XEMU" where she asked me are you a "SPACE ALIEN?" I smiled
and asked so you know about Xemu on OTIII? She realized her error, tried to
change the subject quickly, but her kids both suddenly had that expression
of "So MOM what he is saying is true?" on them. ;-) Yup! You got it!
Two types that I would qualify as OSA types tried to con me into believing
that they were apostates or devout Christians. The only fool thing is they
all asked the same blinking questions. Who is paying you? Who sent you
here to do this? Why don't you just go and enjoy the beaches? Where did you
learn about all of this? If it wasn't for the cookie cutter questions over
and over by these different sorts I would have been thinking that I was
paranoid or close to it. Here is a cool one. Yesterday when I came back
from my picket that kept me away from here for two hours my computer's
screen (NT) showed only the Cntrl-ALT-Del to unlock this workstation. That
is odd since the default screen saver should have activated in 30 minutes. I
was on my way to look at a friend's computer problem. When I returned after
40 minutes the screen saver was active as expected. Checking the Security
logs that are active on my system I see that someone failed to provide the
correct password an hour before I successfully logged on. Interesting!!
Busted by the OSA!! ;-) (perhaps) I don't know what or who but I just
thought I would pass that on. You have to be very very cleaver to hide your
trail with all the logs on NT that track file access and boot times and
other actions. (uptime, faults, recover attempts, and more)
My voice must be very penetrating since the side door which was usually open
when I arrived was now closed soon after I began my picket. When I returned
from my lunch break the side door was open only to close along with the
front door as soon as I started my slogans again. Poor little hiding Clams,
Where is "Can't Hide" on the tone scale again?
I know that the OSA read this material on the net. I know the truth has to
penetrate eventually. They will eventually understand that many critics are
very coherent and very determined to preserve FREEDOM! Most critics know
that the Totalitarian "World Conquest" goals of this Criminal Cult are not
to be trifled with. I have not been SCAMMED by basic freedoms like they have
been with Xemu. I know of value of basic freedoms and the hope for the
future that they offer. I am willing to do whatever I can while here in
Paradise because back home where I live it is just too darn far to drive for
an hour or two picket. So how long will the pickets last? That will have
to be seen. In the mean time I need the exercise and I hope to get it daily
or more often if possible.
Humbly offered,
Xemu X. Xenu Jr.
aka Vernon D. Cain Jr.
www.xenu.net for a clue about how Xemu operates in Paradise
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Subject: Picket Report 30 Dec 99 bOrg Oahu, Honolulu, Hawaii
From: "Xemu X. Xenu Jr. aka Vernon D. Cain Jr."
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 05:34:26 -0500
Message-ID: <84i1rm02de2@enews2.newsguy.com>
Simple picket, Passing out fliers and using "WOG wave tech" to get attention
for the Picket sign here in Paradise.
Arrived at 18:05 ended at 19:09 or so. I met several local devotees. I
believe that one large white lady with fussy black bushy black hair is a
local "OT Type". She gave me the requisite death stare, I returned the
requisite perpetual smile that I usually greet people with. I am sincere
when I greet them with my gregarious style. I like them very much. I don't
think that the bulk of them realize the SCAM they have fallen for.
The OT types have not usually taken the time to evaluate if they are being
SCAMED. I usually ask them to remember back to OTIII and think of the named
Volcanoes, if you forget, (I tell them) you can get OTIII most everywhere on
the net easily to help you remember. I want you to remember the thing about
the volcanoes on Teegeeak (Earth) and remember the names The Phatone said
were used 75Mil Yrs ago by Xenu. Sorry there was no Hawaii that long ago and
most others mentioned were only small mounds at the time and not much use to
Xemu even if he could spot them at all. Sorry no Hawaii equals SCAM. Check
it out - You have been SCAMED!
The big lady was actually stopped in her tracks when I asked her to prove me
wrong and check it out for herself. If you find proof of a 75Mil Yrs old
Hawaii I will take it all back! But while you are at getting the proof
would you please prove Telepathy in Humans by doing a little demonstration
using any other OT in a blind test to prove that Telepathy in Humans exists!
And how about proving Past Lives or Parallel Universes just for bonus points
to get millions of followers to flood the gates of the $cientology bOrgs.
What you feel you don't have to prove that you are not a SCAM! The
reluctance to prove the primary focus of your upper levels is evidence of
SCAM more than anything else!!
Later at one point a very tall gentleman that looked like a rather upset
person stopped to look at me like he was going to release his rage on me
just for being there. He didn't look like a active $cientologist but more
like one of those rejects from OTIII that loose everything while on that
level. I handed him one of my "I$ $cientology = $pace Alien $CAM?" Fliers.
He arched to begin to release his rage as I moved off to his right and
slightly away while asking him if he was or is he a $cientologist. He asked
what did I want, I responded with I wanted to make sure as many as possible
know that the $cientologists are selling a "$Pace Alien $CAM". He took the
flier I offered and began to look at it as I continued to back off to his
right and away. I didn't intend it but he was left with a straight shot at
the Main Entrance to the bOrg. He charged off to the main entry way and
opened the door and stepped slightly in and threw the paper on the floor and
shouted as he left slamming the door "This is a F_cking SCAM, You are being
F_cking SCAMED!" I had not intended that kind of reaction, I was only
sidestepping an obvious fit of rage that was about to occur. I immediately
decided to step up the compassion in my voice and manner as I offered any
talk to any of the obvious $cientology members. I didn't want to be
identified with such fits of rage since I harbor no ill will towards the
members that truly believe they are doing great things to save the planet.
As I continued on with my modified on the fly picket plans I greeted all the
returning $cientology staffs, there appears to be around 12 or so Foundation
or Night/Weekend Staff. I offered each my flier as they passed and in as
best a voice as I could muster I would kindly offer them a flier and a
suggestion that they not forget that Hawaii is not even 75Mil Yrs old and
didn't exist at the time of OTIII. For your own good check it out. Read the
intro to OTIII and see, Ask them to tell you that Xemu/Xenu didn't use
Hawaii 75 Mil Yrs ago. Don't forget what I have told you when you finally
do OTIII, and remember SCAM! I want to be wrong, Prove me wrong!
I think the "heavy" OSA has arrived. Tonight I met a not so tall late
forties early fifties guy with all gray hair and with a medium build. I
would estimate about 130-150Lbs. He started out with the usual; What is
going on here? Followed by the ever predictable; Who is paying you? Followed
by, the now new to this guy, What government is putting you up to this? And
several other machinegun series of questions.
So knowing now that he is another $cientology Liar; Are you a
$cientologists?, No." I proceeded to give him the full spiel, Look here, See
this "Don't ask the Dwarf why he isn't OT" Well as a $cientologist if you
did ask the Dwarf that question you probably would loose your head. Not to
mention that anybody that dares to suggest that the Dwarf is a "NO Case Gain
Case" is usually immediately routed out as a SP. See here, "NO OTs HERE"
well these guys have NO OTS at any $cientology unit. Think about it, They
spend months "Telepathically" communicating with the dead Space Cooties all
over and in their bodies and no single two of them can "telepathically
communicate" in a lab setting to each other, kinda sounds like a SCAM to me!
Now I want you to look over here at this line, "IS THERE SOMETHING YOU ARE
NOT TELLING ME" Well you have met that quite well haven't you? The entirety
of $cientology is like that, Lies, deception, trickery, secrets, shore
stories, frivolous law suits to silence mere critics. Does that sound like a
"church" or more like a criminally influenced racketeering organization to
you? We continued to banter for a bit more when finally his shadow, another
local I had seen earlier in the week not far from him and paying very close
attention to our exchange moved in to add to the debate. I offered his
shadow a flier and suggested that he read it and try to seek proof of a
75Mil Yr old Hawaii. The gray "heavy" OSA guy took the conversation around
as he continued to fish for how long I would be around here. I told him that
I do network consulting and other Network Integration consulting (He seemed
to not have a clue what I did and asked what is that - he had heard of the
internet. I offered that it was kinda like that but without a cheapy modem.
Also as such I had plenty of free change to spend keeping me here doing this
for some time. When he asked what do I get out of doing this I replied that
I am a modern Freedom Fighter. He actually smiled what I think was a sincere
smile that immediately faded to one of a cynic. Well it is true I added I am
put here by no one and will stay until I get bored or am satisfied that at
least one person has heard about the SCAM and has decided to either join me
or carry on after me and share the story with others.
It wasn't long after the local shadow guy joined in that I noticed that a
tiny crowd of local staff bOrg had joined in watching us go for a few light
banter rounds. The gray "heavy" soon noticed and realized that he wasn't
exactly winning the debates so he ended off with "So you think there are
Space Aliens here and Space Aliens have come to earth is that right?" No I
don't! $cientology does and they sell that secret for $360,000.00! I THINK
THE SPACE ALIEN THING IS A SCAM! Remember, I said, $cientology is a SPACE
ALIEN SCAM!
Some time after that a gentleman came out of the darkness down the street to
enter a junky car parked in front of the bOrg main entrance. He was a
grouchy guy. He chastised me for being out here trying to stop this SCAM!
He said that there were lots of other ways to stop this SCAM besides
standing out here in the near dark passing out fliers and making noise. I
asked, For instance? He continued to chastise my conduct. We exchanged a
few of the usual social tidbits of information about ourselves, his name is
Shane, he is a magazine publisher. He is looking to hire a person to build
his company web pages and he wants to offer them full time employment. I
told him I write but that I didn't do published works just this group and
technical things for my line of work. He gave me his card and we exchanged a
friendly good bye.
The front door was pulled shut soon after I arrived. Just about 5 minutes
before I had decided that I would be leaving or 7:05 the staff began to pull
chairs out the side entrance and place them in two rows facing each other
until they had about eight chairs out there. Then about six staff or
possibly students took up seats there and faced each other with what looked
like folders in their laps. Each side had the materials. This looked like a
comm course drill. It is usually hot in Hawaii and since I had actually
worked up a sweat just walking back and forth loudly stating my slogans I
figured that it must have been fairly warm in the un-air-conditioned
building after a mostly sunny day burning down on the parking structure.
The slogan statements, being directed towards the occupants on the street,
seemed to have no effect on their proceedings behind me for the time being.
I had been busy for over an hour when I decided to quit. This evidently
gave them a "win" and they will do it some more I hope.
My messages are designed to have an effect on the public as well as any
others nearby. If anyone has a message that they want delivered to open air
staff let me know. It may just fit in with my other slogans for the public.
I watched the mother of one of the younger staff come in for a visit at
around 6:50. I seem to have seen her avoid my approach by giving me a wide
berth as she walked out around me to enter the bOrg building. I could see
her through the front window chatting a bit with the public staff. They were
putting me on ignore mode as I continued to march about out front saying my
slogans. The staff and mother had those forced looking smiles, like the ones
people get when talking to judges and police when they use that propitiate
obsequious gestures and smiles to curry favor, on each other and the mother
to sooth one another as I marched. I could tell that they were fairly upset
but were dealing with it quite well.
I am thinking about changing my slogans to "Find out why these people are
not permitted to think about or talk to me!" "Find out what these people are
not permitted to discuss" "Find out why these people are not permitted to
ask questions" or perhaps "Find out why these people don't ask questions" I
have thought about trying "Don't Read about the SCAM", and possibly "Free
thinking not allowed here, Find out why"
That was all for today in Paradise.
Later,
Xemu X. Xenu Jr.
aka Vernon D. Cain
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Subject: Picket Report My last Pre-Y2K Report from Paradise
From: "Xemu X. Xenu Jr. aka Vernon D. Cain Jr."
Date: Fri, 31 Dec 1999 22:32:32 -0500
Message-ID: <84k1ch0lon@enews2.newsguy.com>
Picket at Hawaii bOrg. I believe the Day bOrg is manning the posts this
afternoon when I arrived at 14:30 to do a driveby to find a parking spot.
Xenu must be smiling on me since I found a recently vacated spot just as I
turned the corner.
I hadn't gotten up on time this morning to catch breakfast or lunch. These
gentle island breezes must be my undoing. I left the door to my room open
last night so I could hear the waves and the gentle noises of people
enjoying the warm night air. I fell asleep as I was finishing my delayed
plans to finish my last cisco certification exam for CCNP. I don't exactly
know how but I slept through my alarm at 6AM and someone setting off some
pre-midnight firecrackers at around 11:00AM woke me to the sound of one of
those "Million Fire Cracker" blankets that are very popular here on the
Islands. Damn am I late or what!
I felt great after such an unconscious night! Wow. I have got to remember
to close that door before I go to sleep. ;-) Well at least on work nights.
I went the opposite direction from the bOrg after I parked my rental. I
wanted to snap a picture of the opposite corner of the "Parking Structure"
that houses the bOrg. I need to get a wide angle lens. I had to take two
shots to get both perspective sides of the opposite corner. You should be
able to see the three vacant store fronts from the angle I took the shots
from. The area is somewhat rundown by most standards. There must be a
Chinese food restaurant on every corner. The aroma of stir-fry filled the
air. I couldn't take it any more I stopped for lunch. If you come to picket
in Hawaii there are restaurants in every direction from the bOrg. Good
prices and great variety. I kept looking for those telltale signs of
$cientology invasion; wise stickers or way to happiness or even an
occasional CCHR magazine. None. I would place the Hawaii bOrg in treason
for not having more of an upstat area and not having spread the word more of
the SCAM around.
I arrived to march out front of the bOrg at 15:00 HST. No door closing
today. No new bodies in the shop today. No classes in the alley on the side
today. Side door shut the whole time. When I arrived there was no one
outside at all. Just one person at reception desk and if you count a eight
to nine year old kid as one of them he was outside milling around. He has
been told the usual story about my presence but I think the way he keeps
looking at me he will make up his own mind in time.
After a while the fella with a small import pickup truck arrives and parks
illegally as usual in the red zone just near the taxi stand under the awning
at the side of the parking structure. This fella is the shaved headed guy
with a big lump on his upperforehead and what looks like four scars of
having been cut from his forehead up into his scalp like he was chopped in a
fight. Well anyway his shinny blue pickup with a big tool rack in the rear
along with a two-wheel hand-truck in the rear has two Masonic emblems
attached to his front grill. In the rear is a big double SS triangle symbol
of the Cult.
The attitude and demeanor of this fella gets him the nick name of Johnny
skin-head. The staff called his name "John" when they were loading his
truck (more on that later) for him. Johnny SH stopped to give me the death
stare when he re-emerged. I said that he looked like a "good consumer" and
as such he would like to have some research material. He accepted a flier
from me. As he read it he became upset. He was soon met at the door by the
receptionist telling him it was out ethics to read that material and that he
would have to give it to her. After he gave her the material I asked him if
he had done any research on the dark and dirty past of this organization.
Would he be interested is seeking a second opinion or doing his own consumer
research? He got very angry at me and shouted that he already knew the truth
about me.
About ten minutes later Johnny SH emerged again from the Clambed and this
time put the bust of LRH into his pick-up truck bed. (See A.B.S. for the
picture of this and you should be able to make out his doubleSS as well in
the shot of the back of his truck.) The staff came out in a big group of
five to send him off with slogans of call back to planet earth when you get
back to planet earth. (oops looks like they have been listening to my
slogans of "$cientology Space Alien $cam" more that I realized.) I did
notice that during the loading of the truck that the old hippie lady with
the thinning stringy hair down to the backs of her knees is actually having
fun mocking me by making fun of my enormous girth. According to her this SP
has a lot of mass ( a $cientology $cam term referring to the mental mass of
a mental image picture ). She giggled but only one of her chums joined her.
I know I am rotund, but geezes my space cooties are hungry all the time and
they leave the all those calories behind being as though they are
non-corporeal lifeforms. ;-))
So they had filled the truck up with speakers, coaxial speaker cables, the
Bronze Colored Bust of The Phatone's gapping mouth, and a big picture of the
Phatone in the front seat. After a joint well wishing from the main entrance
he sped off to places unknown.
Later the CowBoy Exec joined the others in the bOrg. I think he is connected
with the Foundation Staff. He likes to come out to the doorway and watch me
march and say my slogans. He had on the usual business attire today.
(Hawaii - aloha shirt dark pants, and dark shoes.) I offered the suggestion
that there were ulr references on my flier if he finally wanted to check out
the scam for himself. He said that he had seen those on the flier.
All totaled today I got about ten to twenty thumbs up and high signs from
the passersby and since the traffic and pedestrians had thinned out by 16:08
I decided to call it a day and conclude my last picket for the year 1999.
I passed out about 20 Fliers and most of the others that refused them were
also suggesting that they already knew about the SCAM of the Phatone.
I had planned on a Foundation bOrg picket today as well until I got stuck in
Y2K traffic here. I don't know if you know it about Hawaii but they
celebrate the new year in a rather exuberantly expressive way. The usual
family will spend upwards of several hundred dollars on firecrackers and
skyburst rockets (mortars). These aren't the usual lady finger crackers -
they are blankets of upwards of a million firecrackers per blanket that is
about a foot wide by fifteen feet long when rolled out. The skyburst mortars
are from six to eight inch balls that are launched in cylinders packed in
sand. There is a state hysteria when it comes to this holiday. The island
will be so smoke filled by midnight that you can not usually see to walk or
drive. The continuos rolling thunder will start from just about when I post
this until around 1 in the morning tonight. I hear that it is really
something to witness.
When I returned to my living quarters the land lord had issued Y2K kits
(flashlights and paper postcards with inkpens) The landlord had also posted
signs at all elevators that they would be shut off at 11:45PM until 12:15 AM
just incase of Y2K power failures. I wanted to get out for a Foundation
Picket, but Saturday will have to do for that since I may not make it back
here before the man made fog starts to envelope the area and halt all
traffic movement back here.
Aloha from Paradise and take care to not crash ;-))
Xemu x. Xenu Jr.
aka Vernon D. Cain Jr
www.xenu.net for some clues about the Scam of Xenu.