LIBRARIAN
WE LOVE THE ARSCC LIBRARIAN!
25 FEBRUARY 2000:
Where the heck have *I* been? From 1972 to 1982 and back!
This is The Librarian's introduction to an eight-part timeline spanning the decade of 1972-1982. The timeline covers the CIA-funded remote viewing program as well as events surrounding Scientology, documenting that the two are joined at the hip—that the remote viewing program was run from the top by trained Scientology "OTs" using upper-level Scientology materials. One small problem is that the Scientology senior managment was being kept in the dark by the federal government, but were suspect, and were trying to find out what was going on using the Freedom of Information Act. Then they had an unseemly run-in with chainsaw-weilding FBI agents, and that was the beginning of the end for the entire upper management of all of Scientology. The timeline is exhaustively and meticulously researched and sourced.
Note that this introduction is out of date-sequence with the versions of the timeline on this site. That's because The Librarian found formatting errors in her original postings, and so fixed those and reposted the entire thing in eight parts several months later. We've only included the corrected versions. In fact, she even forgot to PGP-sign this introduction when she originally posted it, and had to repost it, too. This is the signed version. We've tried to make the links take you in the correct order.
From: Anonymous-Remailer@See.Comment.Header (The Librarian) Subject: PGPed Where the heck have *I* been? From 1972 to 1982 and back! Date: 2000/02/25 Message-ID: <GSnt4.191$Zd5.2740@amsnews02.chello.com> Newsgroups: alt.religion.scientology -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-PS! Am *I* ever blushing, from my arched brows right down to the *cleavage*! Here I was, in the P.S. of my other post of this same subject (minus "PGPed"), going on and ON about how I always PGP-sign my posts since OSA started trying to forge me. But I got so *hot* thinking about what those cute little OSA boys might be wearing under their uniforms while trying to be like me, that I FORGOT TO PGP SIGN MY MESSAGE! Can you *just* be*lieve* it? Well, I am fixing that *right* now! Kisses! ************ Gosh-a-mighty! (As my sweet old granny used to say.) Here I was, standing with my peek-a-thigh Highland-plaid wraparound wool skirt hiked up in back (I had to take out that big gold "safety-pin" thingy that holds it together), trying to warm my tight little buns by the cranky old radiator in the ARSCC Chimerical Library, with my brows so drawn down in a frown that I thought they were going to knot (as my granny used to say). I slid my glasses back up my nose with one finger. (And I noticed again that I *still* had hologram-glitter nail polish on--which just does *NOT* work with Highland plaid. I simply have been letting myself go to pieces with all this work stacked around me!) An-n-n-nyways, as I was saying: "Gosh-a-mighty!" I thought, rubbing my icy little buns through the thin pink silkiness that covered them. "Just how long *has* it been since I posted to a.r.s.?" I mean, I have been so-o-o-o-o covered up with all this research! Just stacks and stacks and *stacks* of it! I dropped my skirt around me, went over to the terminal at my desk, sat down on the stool and crossed my legs. (Darn! Now what did I do with that "safety-pin" thingy, anyway? Oh, to heck with it.) I pulled up my a.r.s. folder and sorted it by date. I uttered something then that I had *never* heard my granny say--not *ever*! I couldn't believe it. It had been over a YEAR since I posted to a.r.s. A *WHOLE YEAR*! I eased my glasses off and rubbed my eyes in a weary way. <SIGH> "Well," I thought, "if they only KNE-E-E-EW what I had been through since then, maybe they would understand." I looked at the four towering piles of folders, print-outs, booklets, and little bits of paper piled up on my desk, recalling how I had sat alone there so many lonely nights, working overtime, poring over all those pages with their Mardi-Gras-colored little plastic tabbies and their dog-earred Post-it notes and their garish Highliter streaks--indexing, cross-indexing, verifying... . So, here I am at my terminal now, typing this up for you, my dear, dear, sweet friends and Library Patrons in the ARSCC, to let you know *why* I have been absent so long, and what I have been doing to earn my stipend from BM. (Well, not *everything* I have been doing to earn it. I mean, certain interested persons read this newsgroup, too, you know!) If you recall that unpleasantness I last posted about ("THE LIBRARIAN AND THE LIVING DEAD," posted on 17 January 1999), you may recall that I mentioned several important dates, and some incidents that somehow all seemed to coincide in rather--well, convenient--ways. But I was *so* upset by all the nasty, gruesome things that happened that terrible, terrible night, that I completely forgot to mention, in that post, where I had found those dates. Well! Let me just *tell* you, and you will know *exactly* why you haven't heard from me in so long. It started just about a month before that bizarre and fateful night of "THE LIVING DEAD." It was a Sunday, in the fall of 1998, the old place was closed, and I was merrily dusting the shelves back in the Reference section. It was one of those unseasonably warm days, so I had my Dior blouse tied in a knot around my tiny tummy, my "Daisy Mae" cut-offs on--just bustin' out all over--and a pair of completely impractical blue-green Jayne Mansfield satin wedge mules--with little blue-green chiffon puff "roses" on them, which I just *adore*. I was humming a Streisand tune when I suddenly stopped in mid-dust-stroke. I cocked my head as I stood there bent over, one hand braced on one knee, poised to dust the bottom shelf. I had heard the unmistakeable little rocking screeching creak of the mail slot. And then I heard the slide of paper and a big "PLOP!" like something heavy had dropped on the dark hardwood floor. Who in name of Xenu could *that* be, coming by on a Sunday? I straightened up and peered around the end of the bookcase just in time to see a shadow fleet by in the crack at the bottom of the big front doors. There was a large manila envelope resting on the floor under the mail slot--whose little door was still swinging back and forth with a silly squeak. My mules made that clopping sound as I walked over. I bent down and picked up the heavy envelope. It had scrawled on it in black Magic Marker: "ATTN: ARSCC Librarian." I stuck it under my arm (but, *LORDY* the thing was heavy), turned the old brass lock mechanism on the doors, and opened one of them. No one was there. I looked up and down both ways, but the streets were typically empty for a Sunday. I shrugged and locked up again, then took the package over to my desk and PUH-LOPPED it down. When I opened it, there was a plain white-paper cover note loose on top of a thick, Bulldog-clipped stack of papers. The note said: "Dear ARSCC Librarian, "Please find enclosed one print-out of a Time Line. It concerns Scientology, in the main, but it encompasses other societal and political events that may have some bearing on incidents associated with L. Ron Hubbard and Scientology. "Also please find enclosed a computer disk containing this same Time Line in a database format, fully searchable. "We trust that you will exercise all due circumspection and diligence in both the verification and dissemination of this information. It has been carefully compiled from numerous sources by a team of people working for over four years. It may never be fully finished, but we believe it is at a stage where it can begin to be circulated to a select few, and that from there it will be added to, expanded on, and utilized to help sort fact from fiction. "We chose you to be one of those because of your proven track record of relentlessly verifying and documenting facts before propagating them. We feel certain that you will subject the material contained herein to the most rigorous and exacting scrutiny. We share your ardent passion for hard facts, and invite you to be merciless in a searching probe of what we expose here. "We trust you will keep this close to your chest until you have brought your own investigation of the material to a climax. It's for your own protection. "Once you have fully satisfied yourself, you are free to do with it as you will. "Above all, stay safe. "Sincerely, "The Coalition" My little heart was fluttering like a hummingbird by the time I finished that note. I sank down in a rolling office chair, my legs splayed out in front of me, hefted the weight of the Bulldog-clipped stack of papers into my lap, and fanned myself with the note, staring up at the big bulbous light fixtures hanging down from the high ceiling on long brass rods. When I could catch my breath, I slowly looked down--through half-lidded eyes--at the weightiness in my lap, and it made my breath catch again in my throat with a raspy hitch. I ran my hand over it, slowly, feeling the size, the mass of it. I teased up the top page, then another, and another, faster, faster. It was turgid with fact after fact--running, streaming down every page! I felt my legs begin to quiver with excitement and anticipation. I swept it up and clutched it to my heaving breast, pressing it hard against me, stroking it, squeezing it, hardly able to believe that there could be such an endless ecstasy of hard fact, fact, fact, FACT, FA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-CT! Oh, YES! I suppose you can guess how I spent the rest of that Sunday in the library. I only know that untold hours passed with me bent over that piece of work, relishing every scintillating detail, savoring every succulent taste of truth that flowed from it. I mean--jeez! It was *something* to *see*! I was so caught up in the sheer intensity of it, that I never stopped for a moment to think about the consequences. Not until hours later, when I had finally locked the thing away in the ARSCC OSA-Proof Safe, and was home that night, curled up all alone and lonely in my lace-and-satin black teddy, hugging myself, aching with the want, the need of sharing it all with somebody. And then suddenly it hit me. I sat bolt upright in bed, one spaghetti strap falling off my shoulder, a strand of hair falling down across my face. I have to VERIFY all this stuff! I can't post this to ARS until I've CHECKED IT OUT! Oh. My. GOD! And I fainted dead away. ************** And so--dear, sweet, loveable ARSers--now you know why your tireless, selfless Librarian has been so abysmally absent from your midst for a whole, long year. (Of course, we won't mention the *&^#%*@! SPORGERIES, FORGERIES and SPAM!) I've been slaving away over a hot Time Line, checking, cross-checking, verifying sources--<SIGH>. Well, just *look* at these stacks of research materials! I mean--sheesh! And we aren't talking about your run-of-the-mill "Oh, it happened around 1978" kind of Time Line, here. Not by a *LONG* thingy, girls! I mean, this is right down to the D-A-Y, and *I* mean to the *DAY*. So, as you WELL can imagine, I still haven't gotten it all done. But I decided that I've checked out enough so that I can share at least some of this with you now. I dedided I would lay bare just *part* of this Time Line, and see if any of you want more. (If you do, you know where to come, now--don't you? <wink>) I've decided to post the years 1972 through 1982, since the Time Line included a precious little "PROLOGUE" section to the year 1972 that I thought made it just a *perfect* place to start. There is just soooooo much that happened during that ten years! It's almost unbelievable! Besides, it will give those dear, dear, hot, sexy boys over at publicrelations@scientology.org something to read during their hygiene time, and to share on the phone with their friends in our nation's capitol--so they can find out how to respond. It will give Shermy-Wormy something else to fret and foam about. It will make Meade Emory's sphincter pucker. It will give Kendrick Moxon hives. It will give the CIA/DIA/NSA crowd a reason to spew forth some more disinformation through their martyred mouthpieces here on ARS. It will give the IRS something to bend over and start investigating. It will give the Freezoners new reasons to accelerate the free distribution of L. Ron Hubbard's works as fast and as far as they possibly can. It will give Dave Bird something else to pontificate about without understanding any of it. It will give conspiracy theorists new grist for the conspiracy mill. It will give conspiracy deniers new reasons to cry "conspiracy theory" in that brave, cute little way they have of dismissing the facts that don't fit their own anti-conspiracy-theory theories and prejudices. It will give anyone with accurate date information the opportunity to correct any estimated dates, and to contribute their own information so it can be added to the Time Line. It will raise new questions about Robert Vaughn Young's hints that L. Ron Hubbard was murdered. And when. And where. And by whom. And what he knows about it. And how he knows it. It will give Gerry Armstrong priapism. (Oh, no--that's *me* who does that, isn't it? Hiya, cutey-pie. Is that a secure phone in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me back?) And it will give *me* the opportunity for a whole new round of "Stump the Librarian" that could just go on for MONTHS! (Like I *need* something else to keep me busy!) It gives *everybody* something to do! Isn't this *FUN*?! So, without further ado, I'm going to go *right now* and post the section of the Time Line covering 1972 through 1982. It's soooooo long (aaaooohhh!) that I'm going to post it in several parts, named: 1. PART 1, 1972-1973 2. PART 2, 1974-1975 3. PART 3, 1976-A 4. PART 4, 1976-B 5. PART 5, 1977 6. PART 6, 1978 7. PART 7, 1979-1980 8. PART 8, 1981-1982 Now, just to *tease* you--and you KNOW how I LOVE to TEASE you--this Time Line has *every single event* from the "Stipulation of Evidence" in it. Right down to the DAY! And, it's got the whole early history of remote viewing in it (well, what anybody is able to find out, anyway)--right down to the DAY! Not only THAT, but it's got ALL the major events from "Bare-Faced Messiah." And from the "Watergate" scandal. And...and... Oh, you'll just have to see for yourselves! It's book-length, though, so snuggle up in a teddy with a toddy, like me, and just *satiate* yourself with HARD FACTS! Oh, yes, yes, YESSSS! Happy reading, kids. Now I'm off to buy some frilly new undie things just in case "Stump the Librarian" really heats up. (I am *so* into paisley silk right now. It is just the *thing*!) Zed? Are you still out there somewhere? Sheriff Ron? Are you packing? Who knows--maybe that new-kid-on-the-block named Safe will show up knocking on the ARSCC Chimerical Library door, wanting to "Stump the Librarian." And with a name like "Safe," how could I say no? 'Til then: toodles, kids! --<The ARSCC Librarian> P.S. I *do* drop in to ARS from time-time-time, and I have just *l-a-a-ughed* at the forgeries from OSA in my name. Those poor little poonies over there try *soooo* hard, and are always, like, soooooo *limp*! And they still haven't figured out that I *always* PGP-sign my thingies now, since they started their goony forgeries. An-n-n-n-nyways, I just wanted to say hi to those poor, horny, lonely boys over at OSA, and tell them how much I appreciate the flattery of them trying to copy me, and all. It's just--well, it's sweet. But really, boys, it's such a *waste*! Get yourselves, like, an inflatable doll, or something, so you can *put* all that energy somewhere worthwhile! Kisses to you. Keep typing! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- *The ARSCC, like its lonely little Librarian (wearing only a few scanty scraps of perfumed paisley) does not exist. -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: PGPfreeware 6.5.2 for non-commercial use <http://www.pgp.com> iQCVAwUBOLYIo+1gRWXeKTRVAQEbTAP8D1OnoeIIIYsBSDqHn3+DRR2ZI6rETASw fOzskqCC2TfKQOucXrt9UkSeZoUuWJU62WhYSYEj/eyDNJZL2DzvkqIxa1iLwNXL mSu2WKPGeOOI4oWY1p4pdPpndWsBHXR1QR0IlHt4KXazg1jsfDbmCJhO+xRAyaOH b1njVdGhhDk= =dg6w -----END PGP SIGNATURE----- |