Where is Jeremiah Deering?

Maybe this is a stupid question for me to ask at all.

I am doing a continuation from my previous blog entry entitled, “Philip Gale and Me.”

I admit, right now I have a morbid fixation for I am dwelling upon the many people I have lost. But today is Friday the 13th, so I can’t be held to blame for this.

I can’t find Jeremiah Deering. Anybody tell where he’s at now?

Sometime back—around 2017 or 2018—I was talking with a friend of mine. We were standing inside The Manor Hotel & Celebrity Centre International, located at 5930 Franklin Avenue, in Hollywood, California.

At that time, I was wrapping up a stay there. It had become a longer stay than I knew was possible for me to do. I was supposed to be in Nashville, Tennessee, hard at work. For I was then posted as the President of Nashville’s Celebrity Centre. Organizationally speaking, I worked alongside the Nashville church’s Executive Director. The Executive Director held the responsibility of managing the church, and then I, as the President, dealt with any public-facing activity. This was due to all Celebrity Centres being double-headed organizations.

Instead of being in Nashville, I was in beautiful Hollywood, California, inside the immaculately preserved Chateau Elysee. However, I was wrapped up in red tape on an apprenticeship. I was placed under the more-than-famous President of Celebrity Centre International, Ms. Cassandra Woodruff-Weigand, a woman who unfortunately has such a long list of sex and human trafficking activity against me I almost feel guilty talking about her in case that monster yawns again.

Only because she was the holder of the keys to my days and nights at that time do I write her name here in today’s blog.

That afternoon, I was looking for ambition and I caught an old friend’s eye. My friend mentioned the Deering Banjo Company as someone he thought I connected with in Nashville. It was the first time I had even heard of the Deering Banjo Company despite the profession of one of the “legal liasons” there, in Nashville, Brian Fesler. Fesler was touted throughout the society’s dominating clique as a remarkable banjo player. He had appeared on TV. I was irked at my lack of insight. I think, after six years, Brian should have tapped me on the shoulder about the Deering Banjo Company.

Standing there in good company, in Hollywood, I didn’t tell my friend that, starting back in 2010, or somewhere thereabouts, I was in trouble in Nashville because I couldn’t get information about Leah Remini’s cause of blame, nor could I understand what happened in regards to Peter Gillham who, up until that time period, had achieved some fame in all of the church’s canteens for his vitamins.  

Truth is, I wasn’t allowed to go to the library, or use the internet, while on the apprenticeship.

You get what I am falling from?

To carry on with this line… that day, I asked my friend who was very well-conneced, “Did they have a son named Jeremiah?”

He didn’t know.

My memory of Jeremiah came flooding into my head. It was 1996. I was at Bridge Publications, located a few miles away. I remembered it all, then.

I met Jeremiah shortly after I was imprisoned inside an office by Brandon Faust and Nicole. I stayed in that office for a long time. It had a glass door. I watched people walk by for days. I was supposed to decide to be in the Sea Org. This was kind of awkward for me because I had been in the Sea Org with my mother and brother, back in 1985 and 1986, and I already knew what I knew.

One of these things I knew was that I would return following a mental therapy case action, as well as a series of intensive professional auditor training courses, which, in that pre-determined future, I would pay for and complete on my own steam. That was the deal for me, my entire life up, until Brandon jerked in.

My return to the Sea Org wasn’t supposed to be right then—at age seventeen with other righteous possibilities abounding in my life—that’s all I was saying to you, Brandon. I had actually studied more Scientology than Brandon, at that point, too. (Aside: This blog entry is the single and only route to encourage Brandon and his family, and his coercive friends, to remember me and my side of the story).

Back in 1996, Jeremiah Deering was very different from everyone I met at Bridge Publications.  

Jeremiah looked like he would eventually be an executive of a company, because he had a spring in his step and he was very attentive. He said hello to everyone he met. He demonstrated friendly behavior to everyone there.

But Jeremiah was… amazed. He looked simply… amazed. Today, I understand why. He didn’t know what he was doing there, in truth.  

Jeremiah Deering was a few years older than I. He had married a young woman named Lisa. They were very in love. They were a very happy couple, and they cheered me up. They invited me to sit with them sometimes during meals.  

As the months rolled forward, Lisa’s job was to coordinate marketing steps. This brought her to my desk once every week. Sometimes, Jeremiah tagged along. He worked in Shipping or Orders, and his job followed a set schedule. Lisa’s job, however, demanded attention day and night. Whenever Jeremiah could help her, Jere grabbed the hat she wore to help her finish for the day. He would sit at the corner of my desk with Lisa’s checklist. He was a jovial and very approachable fellow. He would try to make me smile, and he showered praise on his wonderful wife with funny little sayings. Lisa would always follow not very far behind. She would usually complete whatever Jeremiah had started, and they would then go home together for the day.

Occasionally, he proudly touted the fact that his parents founded the Deering Banjo Company.

A banjo is a beautiful thing. I do love to hear them sound. However, his interest on this subject was so great that it seemed like yet another entire curricular activity looming in my distant future if I talked with him about it too much, so I just relayed a sincerely sensitive interest to the arts, in general, and left the subject at that. Otherwise, dutifully, I would have needed to figure out buying a banjo and then learning how to play it well enough.

One day, Jeremiah announced that he and Lisa were going to International Management. Its location is kept confidential. I didn’t know anything much then, and I still don’t know much today. I never wanted that bag. Jeremiah didn’t brag, but it was obvious he was doing what he thought was best for Lisa and him. He probably felt a little subdued by my friendly but distant encouragement.

By July of 1998, I was dolefully transferred to Celebrity Centre International, a few miles away, in the land of Hollywoodland.

I asked about young Jeremiah and lovely Lisa when a luckless Bridge staff member encountered me at Celebrity Centre International, just a few years later. I showered that person with detailed questions. I was told Jeremiah and Lisa had departed our wonderful establishment… permanently. That was a shock for me to hear.

The end of the story is when I called the Deering Banjo Company for the first time ever. I spoke to Jeremiah’s family member. She accepted my phone call immediately. She was incredibly sweet. She donated two banjos to Nashville’s Church of Scientology with gusto.

I told her I knew Jeremiah at Bridge Publications in 1996. She let me know that she detested him. I was sad, let me tell you. Jeremiah didn’t deserve to be thought about that way. He really was a kind person. He was nowhere concerning Scientology training so why pretend he did something all that awful to the Church. He didn’t. That’s the real fact. He was never given a fair shot to advance himself with Scientology’s immaculate precision in mental therapy.

Because of some chump who wanted to look good by signing up the son of a well-known business owner, Jeremiah’s nice-guy reputation was snuck away with, and I don’t agree that standard Scientology at all decrees this route ever be used.

I feel in my soul I must help clear up any confusion about whether or not L. Ron Hubbard would ever ask someone to be in the Sea Organization when they weren’t personally ready for it. He would never do that.

From my studies in Scientology, I see how L. Ron Hubbard called on his reliable team-mates. And that was the only personnel he sought, in truth. The people asked to participate in the rigorous Sea Org were also highly skilled Scientology practitioners. They were at the highest level of Scientology spiritual processing. They all knew it was the end they had hoped for.

This off-beat practice of prying secrets from children, and then using the control over the children to destroy the future hope of their family, is terrifying to me. It should be stopped right away. It is incredibly negative in the Scientology movement, and it is suppressive, to be sure.

If L. Ron Hubbard’s past actions concerning the validity of membership inside the Sea Org were emulated once more, the Sea Organization would be fine. Everyone who wanted the Sea Organization to succeed, would have a chance there. Those who were dedicated in other ways, would all be important, too, as Scientologists baring their breasts against the enslavement of the Reactive Mind here on Earth.

I hope the know-bests who have trashed the place up are going to be replaced soon by kind people who remember the glory days. For the glory days were so fine, it’s true.