It’s Friday the 13th.

Today might very well be the very best of all my days to regurgitate every painful memory I have. I’m throwing it all up into a blog that should otherwise stay focused on human rights in the music world.

This may help you understand where I came from.

In October, 1996, I was working at Bridge Publications for the very first time. Brandon Faust had somehow engineered my employment there. Before that, I was on a vector directed towards New York City after I had graduated The Delphian School with incredibly flying colors. However, that summer, our volleyball team spent a week or so in Davis, California, for a national volleyball tournament. This inspired me to take a road trip to L.A. I visited my friend Emily in Los Angeles. And I encountered Brandon Faust. That’s where my dreams were finally made a mess of, completely. The rest, I’m strictly told, must be history because, by October, I agreed to tag along with Brandon Faust on a road trip between L.A. and Omaha. We were going to meet with Amy, a protentional recruit. Amy and I were both starters on Delphi’s State Champion Volleyball Team in 1995. (Amy is an excellent setter, by the way). 

Brandon and I both planned to listen to the song “Omaha” by the Counting Crows when we drove into Omaha. Amy had heard of the song a lot, especially as an Omaha resident. She was mostly interested in what I was doing instead of acting. Before we left L.A., Brandon announced that the Crows’ second album had just been released and we spent the entire drive time listening to that album over and over again.

That’s about how technical things got the entire time I worked with Brandon and his contemporaries. In short, there really is NOT any big plan. When no one takes time to train in regular, standard procedure, anything that happens next is just sort of… adrift or off-the-cuff.

Amy met with Brandon and I. Then she met with Brandon who talked her into staff at some point. In the end, she didn’t care to join staff with Brandon Faust and I. Amy’s dad eventually ran Brandon off his property after Brandon got into a fight with him.

So, we were back on the road. We spent one night in New Mexico, at Brandon’s request. We stayed at the school complex which was organized through Brandon’s mom. Brandon didn’t want to return from the long trip without “a sign-up.” So, he went to his mother’s school and recruited a man named Ryan. Ryan returned with us to L.A. I never saw Ryan again after the day we got back.

The point of this tale is how during our road trip Brandon relayed to me numerous infractions of the law at his mother’s school. This was never addressed with regular church procedure. Brandon really wasn’t supposed to be representing Scientology and neither was his brother, Derek Faust, or his mother. This was because he had relayed to me how he and his older brother Derek had involved themselves in intercourse, lounging with students, beating students if they needed it, and that one student had even died of suffocation or being crushed. I had a big reaction to this information. Eventually, Brandon told me the boy didn’t, in truth, die.

During the road trip, Brandon also relayed to me his indecision about whether he had in fact broken the law. He described climbing trees with binoculars to watch girls at the school get undressed.

When I returned to L.A., I was feeling adrift. I felt like a big mistake was happening.

Around that time, I was verbally attacked in public by Derek Faust for being flirtatious with Brandon. Derek Faust was a big executive. It was Christmas, and I didn’t have any friends after that.

Then, suddenly, Brandon invited me up to Big Bear for a snowboarding day. His car was filled with me and three others. About thirty staff from Bridge Publications went. Almost everyone stayed in a rented house. I didn’t have anything with me. I thought Brandon was going to help me. I was seventeen, and he was technically acting as a guardian. I was provided a sleeping bag from someone in the house. Most people were sleeping on the floor so I went to sleep. The next morning, everyone was gone. Another brand-new staff member named Daniel Gillard was in the house. He was probably sixteen years old. He told me that he was surprised I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night.

He said, “A group of people came in and they were standing around your face. I thought they were trying to wake you up, but you kept sleeping.”

I had to work out a ride. Daniel said he was just planning to take whatever lift I got, whenever I woke up.

When I returned to Bridge, the publicly acclaimed movie was that I was chasing after Brandon Faust. Meanwhile, I was really so confused. I can assure one and all, I was not ever flirting with Brandon. Brandon was in his early twenties. He was married. I was seventeen, and I was pretty shrewd on the love department, by then. I know for a fact I never tried to “get” Brandon Faust in any way under the sun, moon, or stars. The idea is not cool, in fact.

In fact, seven years later, I asked for some sort of help from the Chaplain and the Ethics Department to resolve the black mark the Fausts had placed on my life across Scientology’s distinctive membership arenas. I never received that help.

Some time in the early 2000’s I learned that Daniel Gilleard left staff. Later, I randomly met his father at a church event. I asked about Daniel. He told me he had died a long time ago, in a bad car wreck.

I made my own way by continuing to work hard at selling L. Ron Hubbard’s books, and getting in people to sell and deliver to. I prided myself on being very up front. I never had any problem being friends with people who didn’t want Scientology. I have never felt a grudge with someone who didn’t’ want to be staff at a Church of Scientology. Some people think I make it all up, but I find it’s easy to be successful with Scientology if you honestly love it.

Brandon Faust and Derek Faust remained key executives in hiring personnel for the church, and in running the majority of the backlines concerning my life. They were not qualified at all even to practice Scientology as practitioners. Why were they permitted to use the Church of Scientology in this manner? That’s the answer I want.  

Something should be done to take care of every person the Fausts ever dealt with while representing the Church of Scientology, in any way. They have done so much damage to the happiness of innocent people. Until they are made to take action to repair their misdeeds, the group will continue to struggle.

Final word:

I am so relieved that in the course of my life I helped many people study Scientology books and take courses. I helped them to receive Scientology spiritual counseling and I did a lot of work to make it easy for them to bring friends into the Church of Scientology.

Scientology is “knowing how to know,” and it was amazing every time to see someone become more aware about themselves.

What IS factually sinister is this: I occasionally witnessed persons inside the Church of Scientology able to take and use confidential information for their own personal benefit. This is the source of my nightmares. I went toe-to-toe with very evil personnel.

I witnessed use of the Church of Scientology by Brandi and Peggy Crawford to forcefully extract millions from church go’ers. Both received pay benefits and Peggy received about 10% commission on at least half of the money she and Brandi together heisted. Brandi used her role at the Church of Scientology International to defame me and my family, and many, many others.

There ARE personnel in high positions inside the Church of Scientology today who have been involved in severe human trafficking between The Delphian School, Bridge Publications, and Celebrity Centre International. The main tools I witnessed are sexual innuendos and perversions towards minors and threatening the livelihood of family members of minors.

Some outside force is needed to restore the integrity of the Sea Organization. Otherwise, people’s secrets are spread everywhere.

Even worse, I witnessed irresponsible children of Scientologists move up the ranks and even start writing fake worksheets in order to cover their trail. L. Ron Hubbard created an amazing infrastructure that works. Unfortunately, what doesn’t work anymore is stringent qualifications of people allowed to access internal data pools. I am referring to Tiffany Ott Boswell, the sister of the headmaster of The Delphian School, Trevor Ott. This is extremely illegal activity. It has resulted in death.