Ex-Scientologist story #402, Another Child of Neglect.

Children are often looked at as some sort of bothersome  encumbrance or roadblock in the way of fanatical Scientology parents who have bought into Scientology’s “Bridge” to “Total Freedom.”  This is especially true of parents who are in the “Sea Org,” which is hell on earth in its own right.  Children are alternately exploited or neglected; this can have tragic results as in this case.  A son of Scientology parents suffered mental illness which manifested itself in conspiracy theory thinking.  From conspiracy theories he went to bomb making.

Serge Obelinsky

 The following is taken from “Operation Clambake,” to read this and the follow-up posts go here: http://ocmb.xenu.net/ocmb/viewtopic.php?t=17633

“What I’m about to tell you is a true story. Serge Obelinsky is a real person who grew up in the Sea Org. His stepmother Debbie Obelinsky worked in the Treasury Division over at CC International, Scientology’s premier org. They used to call CC the “Oasis of Creative Freedom” whatever that means.
This story begins with Serge working as an RPF slave renovating CC International (The Manor Hotel as well) until the Great and Benevolent Douche Miscavige granted all the RPF slaves an amnesty, and then, all the RPF slaves became Manor Hotel slaves.
So, Serge was working in the Manor. He would alternate between working as a galley-slave and housekeeper slave. Basically, he worked where ever he was most useful.
Serge wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was a nice guy. He was, and to my knowledge still is a very nice guy. I barely knew him though. I sat out in front of the PAC canteen after work around 11:00 p.m. a few times. We would smoke and shoot the shit. I would always ask, “How’s Debbie doing?” I just thought she feisty and had nice boobs.
One day I noticed Serge had a book. It was “None Dare Call It A Conspiracy.” Elron used to sell it in the bookstores of all the “churches” in the late 70’s and early 80’s before the Douche Miscavige overthrow. Elron sold “None Dare Call It A Conspiracy” because he went all Jim Jones in the late 70’s—Jim Jones was the guy who put cyanide in Kool-Aid and forced his cult members at gun point to drink it. I make this harsh accusation because Elron told everyone in the late 70’s a nuclear war is only a few months away, and he needed a bunch of money so he could try to stop it—I’m not kidding. (It’s just another tidbit Douche and his dwindling numbers of henchmen have whitewashed in an effort to prevent the newcomers from really learning how paranoid and evil $cientology’s history really is.)
So, Serge was reading highly conspiratorial books, and I began to notice his sanity slipping quite dramatically.
He would make muttering oddball comments. It was obvious to anyone who saw the young man—he was cookoo-for-coco puff’s. It was really sad to watch.
But, you see, Serge wasn’t much older than 18, and he was living completely on his own in an insane environment with no help from his mom or dad because they were too busy with $cientology’s bullshit. So, I believe Serge was acting the way anyone who didn’t have an education and whose parents were completely absent for the majority of his life would react. He simply didn’t have the constitution to deal with what was going on in his head.
Did his mom or dad or anyone else take time off and help him get his head put on straight????—not to my knowledge. Afterall, they were all members of the elite Sea Organization where ‘only the tiger’s survive’. So, poor Serge was off-loaded out of the S.O. without pity or remorse. In the blink of an eye, Serge went from “elite S.O. member” to freeloading degraded being. Serge was safely out-of-sight-and-out-of-mind as far as the cult was concerned.
I wish I could say this was where the story ends—I wish to god I could, but I can’t—this sad tale only gets worse.
A few years past by, I hadn’t really given dear ol’ Serge a second thought—I was off doing my thing. I just assumed he went off and got a job as a janitor somewhere or something.
So, one day I was strolling down Los Feliz Blvd, minding my own business. It was getting late. The sun reflected through trees that lined the side-walk, and I was headed home with a bag full of groceries I had bought at the health food store.
Then I saw Serge coming the other way. Serge Obelinsky didn’t have any arms!!! It was one of the most horrible visions I have ever seen. He had those mechanical arms with the stainless steel pincers in the place where his arms used to be. A lady was walking beside him with an arm around him—it could have been his biological mother. She looked like she was assisting him.
He didn’t recognize me. I just walked by him, and went straight home. I was mortified. I really didn’t know what to think or say. It was just awful. I felt so bad for the guy.
At the time I had a roommate who was ex-S.O. I said, “Dude, do you know who Serge Obelinski is?” He said, “Yeah.” Then he said, “He blew his arms off making pipe bombs.” WTF?? OMG?? You have got to be fucking kidding me. Holy shit!!!
And that was it. I only saw him a few more times. I started to say I saw him ‘thumbing through a magazine at 7-eleven’, but then I realized what I was about to say. I did see him at 7-eleven trying to look through a magazine with his pincers. Again, I didn’t talk to him–I felt too sorry for the guy.
I mean….what do you say to someone, “Hey, I heard you blew your arms off making pipe bombs…..Bummer.”
Poor Serge. This is one of the saddest tragedies I have ever witnessed.
I’d like to see Tommy Davis explain this one away to a reporter…..”He was an adult who made a bad choice.”
No, Tommy, you blind ignorant douche, he is another victim of the cult of heartlessness, $cientology.
Published in: on October 12, 2012 at 12:59 pm  Comments (1)