Through the Vortex

After the missing time experience, my encounters or interactions with Hubbard were of a normal nature, for the most part. I had to learn to recognize him as a human being, and I think that was a struggle for many crew members. There was certainly no way I could easily deal with his own energetic fields. They were tremendously strong and far beyond my reality at the time.

My next ten years were spent intently studying and applying Scientology to are the “upper levels” of Scientology which were called “Operating Thetan”.

“OT I”, “OT 2” and “OT 3” stood for different levels one could achieve. The word “thetan” was the Scientology word for spirit; “thetan” being derived from

“theta”, the Greek letter which also designates life or life force. With regard to these upper levels, I want to point out something I feel is very important and more than ironic.

From time to time, the media has had a field day with the upper levels of Scientology. The Church of Scientology considers them sacred scripture and that they should remain confidential to the general public and their own parishioners until such time that these individuals are ready to receive them.

Both ABC’s "Nightline" and the "Los Angeles Times" have blurted this information to the public and have relayed it in a most uncomplimentary fashion. They have reduced the information and transmuted it into a lower form that makes it appear utterly absurd and ridiculous. Scientologists would tell you that it is presented totally out of context. Without adding my own opinion as to the relative truth of this information, I can assure you that the Scientologists are correct in this manner. It has been presented in a fashion that is out of context with what Scientologists believe and practice.

If you study books that are critical about Scientology, you can read different reports on and transcripts of these upper levels. According to this information,

“OT 3” is considered to be one of the heaviest levels which deals with lifting a series of implants that have been layered into spiritual beings on a wholesale basis. All of these implants are traced back to a major implant that all spiritual

beings have suffered which goes back some four quadrillion years. This implant consisted of a series of loud snapping noises with a cherub blowing a horn, coming close and fading away.* Not too much is said about it other than it was the beginning of time. Those who are familiar with the Bible will recognize that cherubs guarded the gate to the Garden of Eden. Hubbard had apparently discovered a route back to the “Garden of Eden” which Preston Nichols has identified as the original time line.

[ * This information comes from the book "The Pied Pipers of Heaven" by L.

Kin, VAP Publishers, Wiesbaden, Germany.]

People who did this level in Scientology were not supposed or expected to move lock, stock and barrel out of this dimension. They would generally feel as if they had left tons of spiritual garbage behind and would have a deep and penetrating awareness of their spiritual nature and perhaps what could possibly be called the original time line. After that point, the game for most of these major illuminations as a result of my Scientology experiences. All of this came to a head in 1982 when I was living on Cleveland Street in Clearwater, Florida.

I was probably doing the best I had ever done spiritually and had reached a level where I discovered that anything I willed could happen. This sounds rather presumptuous, and I soon found there were limitations to what I could manifest. Even so, there was a lot I could will to happen. I observed that what impeded the will and the well being of myself and others was the entire physical materialism that this universe is embedded with. By this, I do not mean the philosophy of materialism but the actual physics of this universe and how it is constructed. I mean, wouldn’t it be nice if you could make an auto accident erase itself? Although miracles and remarkable things can occur in nature, willing an auto accident away that has already occurred is not too easy.

I was feeling very good one day in 1982 and felt there were no considerations of limitations in my subjective universe. I dug very deeply and accessed those thoughts in my own psyche which were holding me to this physical plane.

Underneath those were a matrix of thoughts which belong to all forms of consciousness. This deeper layer of thoughts could be said to hold the entire constructs of the physical universe together. I then went “poof” so to speak and willed the entire dissolving or unravelling of the physical universe. It was my day off, and I then went about my business with no more thought about what I

had decided with regard to the grander scheme in the cosmos. It was all very matter of fact.

Only a matter of hours later, I was standing in a parking lot off Cleveland street and noticed a big electrical explosion in the sky. It was much like fireworks but was very quick and completely bizarre. The first thing I said to myself was that I knew that something had occurred and there was no way I would go into denial over what I saw. The typical human reaction in our culture would be to deny it. I looked around and saw a huge antenna structure near the GTE building. I wondered if there was a relationship. Once again, I experienced the phenomena of missing time. It was all very odd.

A short while later, I saw a Chinese girl I knew and told her I saw something very weird over in that direction. She validated what I saw by saying that strange things occured in that direction all the time. I spoke about it to a few other friends but that was about it. It would take me years to figure out what had actually happened.

My life circumstances began to change dramatically. I was twenty-nine which astrologers will recognize as a major time for change with regard to the twenty-nine year cycle of the planet Saturn. I got married, deftly eased out of my Scientology career and ended up moving to Long Island just weeks before the culmination of the Montauk Project on August 12, 1983.

Years later, I returned to Clearwater to visit some of my old friends. After a game of football, I saw the antenna tower I had recognized years earlier.

Pointing to the area, I told my friend, Claude Hensley, that was the location where I had seen an explosion years ago. He already knew the story and as he was driving, I asked if we could take a look. As soon as we got to a vacant lot under which I deemed the explosion to have occurred, Claude made a comment that he had seen a UFO there once. I had no idea he had ever seen a UFO of any kind.

It took years before I could get any kind of answer to the mystery behind the explosion and the missing time.

Chapter 29 — The Secret of