> THE POWER OF TWO
> Los Angeles, Ca.
> By 8:30 a.m., Keith Henson was appearing with my attorney in the
> scientology-OSA solicited, sponsored and perjurious case of Hurtado v.
All of that and more. We (Kim S. and I) never saw the judge, who sent his minions out to deal with us. The result was that there will be a hearing at 9 am on September 14. That's one more day I have to be in LA because Moxon and Kobrin "pulled it in." Long as I am there, why not picket? I know they are getting orders from (*) to "handle" me, but (*) must wonder why every move they make causes more trouble for scientology. It is almost as if they were *trying* to wreck the cult. > Meanwhile, I was appearing outside the scientology-OSA and RTC offices at
> 6331 Hollywood Boulevard.
snip > At about 10:00 a.m. Keith Henson arrived.
And the first thing I saw after parking was Richardson with his camcorder. Much of the time he was taping me, I was taping him. Again he was in silent mode. > He was armed with his usual picket sign and a heavy supply of Xenu
> flyers. He was going to carry his message to the growing audience. I,
> however, drove off to "big blue"
We had coffee first and I taped Graham walking up and down the sidewalk right in front of their place for a few minutes before he left. The clams had two sweet young things out there giving out cards that could be redeemed for a free tour through the LRH life exhibit. The must have given out somewhere between a hundred and a thousand of those cards to get one live body inside. I promptly gave out all the Xenu flyers I had with me. There did not seem to be a copy shop on Hollywood, but someone directed me to a store (where Richardson came in with his camera) and the people in the store directed me to a place two blocks away on Sunset. The copy shop manager thought that Richardson hanging out on the sidewalk in front and taping through the front window was really weird. I explained that he was a scientologist-PI, which cleared up everything. With a good supply of flyers I went back on my station across Hollywood (keeping a distance because they likely had Barton inside ready to run out if I came within range). Richardson being silent was an asset. When I gave out flyers, I would point to him and tell the person that he was my very own scientologist-PI who had been following me for several *weeks* and taping me. People were amazed by this story along with my mention that Richardson was under a scientology vow of silence. A few of them tried to communicate with him and, of course, failed. There were a number of interesting conversations with people who concluded that the scientologists were much crazier than I was, and one story by a woman who had been taken for a lot of money about ten years ago. snip > With that I wandered back up L. Ron Hubbard Way, my own little honor
> patrol following along on both sides of the street, and drove back to
> the L. Ron Hubbard Life Exhibition Building, headquarters of the dreaded
snip > Ironically, the L. Ron Hubbard Life Exhibition Building is opposite
> the Museum of Death in Hollywood.
I couldn't tell if it had an entrance on Hollywood or around the corner on Ivar. I have tape of the front of the building. > It was on that corner that I found Keith Henson. Immediately I saw why he
> had not answered my cell phone calls. He was having far too much fun
> surrounded by a throng of passers-by. A Spanish-language radio station was
> interviewing him as he handed out Xenu flyers and bantered with the good
> people. Keith's shadow, in the form of Ed Richardson, was videotaping the
> busy little scene.
Ed who had been within 5 feet of me most of the time I was there backed off 25-30 feet when Graham showed up. I really don't understand this. At one point I went back to my car for more flyers. As I was walking back I came upon a van being packed with sea orgers. I was able to stand there practically in their face showing them my NO OTs sign and "Infested with dead space aliens" sign for several minutes. They made light of it, but I could tell it affected them in a disturbing way. snip > As we ran out of Xenu flyers we called it a day, at 1:15 p.m. for Keith
> Henson to picket some more at Hemet and for me to associate with more SPs
> and 1:1s. Thus, RTC/OSA had another morning to remember, until the next
I ate lunch, and since the place I ate was close to the copy shop, I went back and got another batch of flyers. I toyed with them at Hollywood and Ivar for a little and then moved over to the CC to distribute more flyers and put in a short picket on the far side of Franklin. As Mirele has said, that is one of the friendliest places in the world to picket. The people who run the bookstore wanted a number of Xenu flyers. After leaving the CC I drove in a direction where my intent, picketing over at big blue or getting on the freeway was not clear--even to me. At one point I spotted Frank Petty in the new white Honda 625 with red letter Pacific Beach sign in the license holder. I stopped, Frank came out of a side street and went across an overpass on the 101 freeway. I then took the entrance to the freeway and got into heavy traffic at once even though it was only about 3 pm. It was an uneventful, if slow, drive out to gold base, i.e., no sign of being tailed (not that it being tailed was any big deal) but Frank must have been close behind. I parked on the east end under (*)'s house and Frank came out of the main gate by the time I reached it. Frank was under the same orders as Ed, no chit chat. I did one circuit of gold base and split for Ida's place. Between us it was, as Ted Mayett would say, a four org kind of day. Keith Henson PS So I don't have to upload another file, Friday I stayed at Ida's place most of the day getting these reports done. Not picketing gold base seems to upset them even more than picketing, the neighborhood simply swarmed with PIs. Late afternoon, Ida got a call from a neighbor about one of the PIs being parked down the street and went out to ask him if he wanted to join us for dinner. She tried on the white car and when it was replaced, the green one, but they would not let her talk, so she settled for taking pictures. This evening I had to get something at a nearby store so I stirred them up a bit, and on the way back, got behind one of them. He (or she, they have at least one woman on the crew) had the sense to drive by Ida's place where I pealed off tailing them and put my car in the carport. PPS. I have been fighting upload problems for hours. I am not sure if they will get an early picket or not.