Ashley Fuller’s Suicide Death

This blog entry is another part to this Friday the 13th series, it seems.

The previous blog entry tells of a Scientologist and member of the Sea Organization named Sky Fuller whom I cannot find.

At some point in the 2010’s, Sky departed service under Dave Petit at Celebrity Centre International, in Los Angeles, California. Sky had served Dave Petit’s organization for something like ten or fifteen years. He was the son of the oldest living Sea Org member in Scientology’s history. You would have to assume the group should have cherished his existence simply as a part of duty to his father, James.

Sky departed CC during the time that I served as the President of the Celebrity Centre in Nashville, Tennessee. Otherwise, I would have noticed and tried to help him sort things out with the group. I did this all the time because I am a certified Chaplain for Scientology.

In 2019, I suffered an attack from the same group I had dealt with ever since my youth. This ended with my being put out of the PAC Base (Los Angeles, California) permanently. I returned to Oregon to live there for the first time in twenty-two years.

One night at my older brother’s home in Beaverton, Oregon, I met Sky Fuller’s sister Ashley for the first time. She had just come out of the hospital. She had spent five days there. Ashley announced her anger towards people that had attacked her and her brother by using the channels built into the Scientology infrastructure. She was upset that her brother was not in touch with her at all, but she took a lot of comfort by following him on Instagram. He was adventuring and hiking somewhere interesting.

Ashley was very friendly to me. She and my older brother had been friends for a while. In fact, he told her to just stay at his house as long as she needed until she felt good about going home.

A few nights later, Ashley let me to use the computer at her house. It was a stylish, old-fashioned home in Milwaukie, just north of Oregon City. Her ex-husband was the son of someone I had worked with at Bridge Publications in the 1990’s. We hadn’t met before, but we were in each other’s zone during the late 1990’s, in Los Angeles.

Ashley had two people who rented rooms in her home. She invited me over for a Halloween party and introduced me to them.

Eventually, Ashley let me know she had successfully worked at the law firm of Schwabe, Williamson and Wyatt, in Portland, Oregon, for many years. However, about five years ago she was being subjected to hate speech and demotions served to her from the Human Resources Director due to Ashley being a Scientologist. In fact, Ashley was severely detained by this person, who was actually a former Scientologist herself. This woman had incarcerated her son in a psychiatric ward, and Ashley had done a bad thing by telling the lady that what she did was evil.

The Human Resources Director continued to use her position to bring about Ashley’s collapse. This person was once connected to the same group of criminals located at the Delphian School, who all have a traceable reputation for doing things behind the scenes resulting in death. For that, I have learned, one has to always dig in to get the facts straight and NEVER accept a bad report about something you haven’t clearly witnessed.

This woman also maintained a constant data stream through her sister and father, both of whom “handled” people through Mark Stanley, their relative, and the Executive Director of the Church of Scientology of Portland.

The point in this is that Ashley was a trained Scientologist who wanted to participate with the church and yet she had no one to connect with.

Her dad was a representation of the essence of the Sea Org, and yet he was retired in a home in England, and she was unable to contact him.

Her brother was incredibly effective in his life. He was simply helpful beyond belief. And yet he was unable to get any respect given to him for reasons best known to idiots. He was her favorite person. She was unable to talk to him.

I left to Tennessee in 2019. It was some time around 2020 that, I’m told, Ashley took her life, at home.

It’s still unreal to me that this occurred at all. I went over to her house, two years later, and knocked on her door. The neighbor walked past. He told me he was still shocked, too. He said it wasn’t like her at all. Ashley was a vivacious personality.

I still think about her when I drive from Oregon City to Portland. She was so interested in life. The last time I visited, we stayed up all night so she could tell me stories about her life while she boiled elderberries to make syrup. She wanted to give some to my brother for helping her after she came out of the hospital.

I would be inclined to say that Ashley’s passing was either an accident, or she was murdered. The last time I spoke to her, she told me she had just given a ride to two hot men. Within that week, she was gone.

Either way, she was enduring so much turmoil that could have been avoided.

I hope she is finally feeling free of the terrible attacks she was dealt unfairly throughout her life. She was a kind soul. She deserved much more.