Two days ago, I sent Narconon a second email. Although I admit I wasn't polite, I was straight forward; I asked for a meticulous description of what the fee for the program paid for. I said that I didn't just want a sum amount of money pointing toward a list of "healthy" vitamins (healthy in quotations is my concern with the potentially toxic doses); I asked where they get their shipment, and who approves this. Within an hour, I get a phone-call from Narconon Trois-Rivieres, from a gentleman whose name I honestly couldn't hear clearly. He asked me what my problem with Narconon was, and I said that I do not agree with their methods being based strictly on their religious beliefs. He changed the topic; he stated that William Beneitz (correct spelling?) had founded Narconon. This came up because he clearly misunderstood me; he thought I said that Hubbard started it. I raised my voice and said, "Listen you f**king a**hole; did William NOT base it on Hubbard's teachings REGARDING Scientology?" And what do I hear? SILENCE! Of course, if you can't change the subject discreetly, you shut your mouth being the stunned imbocile that you are. So I said, "And how IS Brad?" He said Brad's doing fine, great..."Why do you ask?" As if this moron possessed such audicity, sincerely believing he can taunt me? I told him that I knew he talked to Sue the previous day, he replied, "Oh, did he?" To which I said, "Yes. He did. How qualified is your adminstration; is she that stupid that she doesn't communicate with the staff that hold your clients in your hands?" He barked, "Her communication skills are excellent, thanks". Yeah, ok, and I admire you. Pathetic. So after exchanging words; basically him consistently changing the subject with the common, "What's your issue with Narconon", he asked me to hold, he went to transfer me. I hung up after waiting a couple of minutes. Of course, just how I would of wanted, they called back, except this time it was the man that I had just spoken to as well as Sue, the head honcho. I said, "If Brad wants to leave, why aren't you driving him to Montreal? They flat-out refused. She said that Brad didn't want to leave. I said, "Did you NOT personally speak with Brad yesterday?" She said that she did, however, he was undecided. She also tried telling me that Brad didn't go to her; this topic was brought up during a 'Sauna Interview', which is COMPLETE B.S. She said that Brad had "concerns" about Narconon's methods being derived from Scientology. She told me that she asked him if he knew what Scientology was, and he said he wasn't clear. I said, "Irregardless! The fact is that if Brad doesn't want to be there, he doesn't have to. He's entitled to that decision". She brought up his sponsors (his parents) and how they make deciding and final decisions, and that she doesn't have to talk to me, she doing me a favor by doing so. She said that repeatedly. Sounds like an easy escape to me, does it to you? Anyway, during this conversation they brought Brad into the room, and told him that his girlfriend was on the phone. It was then that I was taken off of speakerphone, and spoke to Brad personally. I asked him if he was indecisive about leaving, and he said "No", but this is what terrified me: I know Brad, I know how he reacts to different, uncomfortable situations but this was ODD. He was quiet, he didn't want to say ANYTHING ... so I asked him what was wrong, and he's like "Well, I have, like, 10 people staring at me right now" ... I was FURIOUS! It must of been just like INTERROGATION. No, not JUST LIKE; it WAS! So I said, "Brad, ask them if you can talk to me alone". He asked, two seperate voices that I took note of both said "No!" So then I told Brad that if that was the case, we will not speak to eachother in front of these corrupt people simply to dissect. Myself, I could handle that, you know? F**k them, however ... Brad is there alone surrounded and immersed in Scientologist and potential followers; in such a situation I didn't want my mouth to subject him to any type of ridicule of interrogation; despite the fact that it was already too late.
So I get another call, less than an hour later from Brad. He said, "I don't know what to do, they're making me leave". They refused to drive him anywhere; all they said was that there was a gas station near the facility with a pay-phone that he could use to call me. When Brad asked him where that was, he was told he'd have to figure that out himself. Brad asked for money to be wired; however he had forgotten his pin. So he said that Narconon had an account that I could wire money into to get him a plane/bus ticket. I said, "No f**king way! F**k that; you will not see that money if it goes in their account. I don't trust them". That was that because they made him get off the phone. I was horrified for the following 2 hours; Narconon in Trois Rivieres was 2 hours driving distance from Montreal; Brad had no idea where to go, not to mention it was -20 degrees below Celsius.
Eventually, I did get a call from Brad. At Narconon. I disagree with Narconon; I have nothing but sheer disgust for Narconon but despite all of this, he is safe warm, and has some sense of direction. Pride is an awful chunk to swallow; very jagged, but I love Brad, and I need to know he's half-ass alright. So as soon as I can wire some money, I'll get his a*s out of there; and know that he's truly in good hands. So he has just nodded and smiled; I bare my teeth, but at least he's under a roof.
He was of course given no option but to start Module #3. Oh, boy; with a sigh. There WILL be a day; I anticipate within a month, that Brad will wake up one morning and tell Narconon how he REALLY feels. And I will smile and laugh. When he's with me and healthy, safe again is when I will continue my b***h pursuit against Narconon. In the mean time, if it jepordizes the man that I love, I will learn to keep my mouth shut towards the facility itself.
Moral of the Story: Some people simply don't have morals; never even having SCRAPED THE SURFACE of morals and ethics.
To all others, thank you so much for your time reading. I hold much gratitude for individuals affected, and wanting to eliminate this awful recruitment.


I would like to add that during my conversation with the gentleman; prior to him calling back with Sue in attendance, this man asked me if I was sure about everything I heard, if I "personally know that". I said "I absolutely do, you want the sources? I'll email you the PRIMARY site that I received my information from, as well as important pieces from the website" and then he said, "Yeah, sure; whatever" I sent him two seperate emails; pieces of text from www.narconon-exposed.org. Funny thing, is that the first one seemed to have been mailed ok, the second, which was mailed within minutes, to the identical email address returned back to me with a 'Delivery Failure Notification' as the subject line. Give me a break, is it too much for them to handle? They must loathe having less and less people collapsing with devotion at their sacred feet.

While we're on this subject, Brad's taken it upon himself to talk about and show the exact same emails I sent Narconon to other residing clients. Of course, he's trying to be discreet; especially after our little incident on Tuesday, but just like I've been told, with appreciation I repeat that one voice can be very powerful.

I know this may sound like some dumb questions, but it will help in order to find out who regulates this particular Narconon.

Is this rehab in Canada?

In a particular district?

Canada government system is kind of different, but I will try to find out what I can and who you should contact.

God bless you Fight Narconon. If Brad is really ready to leave... all he has to do is threaten to file a law suit. They will have him out of there is a heartbeat. I saw this happen on a few occaisons. Personally... I just told them to give me my car keys. When they started in with the questioning and such, I said "Give me my car keys." Bottom line is they can't keep someone there that doesn't want to be there. I am assuming that Brad is no longer there.? For your sake... I hope that he isn't. Good luck and let me know if I can help.

mr.mac

FearNot,

The Narconon facility that Brad is in right now is located in Trois-Rivieres, Quebec, Canada. It is about 2 hours away from Montreal. The only other Narconon that I'm aware of is in Vancouver. There was a prior Narconon in Quebec; I vaguely remember where but this certain place existed untill Narconon-Trois Rivieres came up. From what I understand, the most common drugs used in Alberta is cocaine, crack and meth - I'm sure everyone knows how severe these drugs are, and with saying so, in such a profitable province, I wonder why there has never been a Narconon in Alberta. Perhaps the government of Alberta has something to do with it, hopefully. But why British Columbia and Quebec? If anyone knows, or has had experience with Canadian Narconons, I ask they inform me. I'm so thirsty for how I can do my part with whatever knowledge I can get.

Thanks!