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Scythe Tleppo
by Nathan Rich
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For those who will never be able to tell their stories
Thank you for allowing me to tell mine.
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Introduction
“Do you take pride in your race?” The question was so far from my reality, the
words nearly didn’t register. My head rotated slowly on the wooden floor towards
the source of the voice: blackness. My eyes searched for movement, but could
only stare through the walls to the trees. My head rolled back upwards to gaze at
the star-filled sky. There was no roof to this cabin in the woods.
The stars were like eyes peering back at me. I wondered if this was all life had
to offer me: pain and betrayal. The exterior of my cheap, borrowed sleeping bag
felt cold on my arms so I pulled them in to feel my body heat.
“Not really,” I replied to the unknown entity in the void.
What manner of insanity am I in now? How long will this new nightmare last?
The crackling of a fire somewhere outside the log cabin meant the security
guard was here to stay.
The sounds of the woods led me to sleep that night. I woke up to the smell of
campfire smoke in cold air. There were people outside the cabin; I knew who they
were — unwanted children, like me.
I rose to my feet slowly and went out the cabin door, past a wood stove used for
heat and light within the cabin. Outside, I found dirty kids gathered around a
campfire, staring blankly into the flames. A tin can rumbled as the water inside
came to a boil.
The security guard on watch was a big man, connected via his military radio to
an unknown number of other security forces.
Campfire smoke wafted around the cabin and whispered a chilling message:
You’re never leaving here; not this time.
I knew I was in serious trouble and no one was going to help me; I was alone.
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I hope that there is some discernible value in the words I manage to impart. I hope
that someone, somewhere can benefit from my story. If you know anyone who
could profit from this book in their own lives or relationships, I urge you to share
it with them. I have not lived this life for others, but I offer up a portion of its
events as currency to those who can cash it in.
So many people have harmed me over the years and a few have helped me. I
have harmed a few and now I attempt to help many. Anyone interested is
welcome to examine my story. For those with knowledge and experiences to
share with me, I welcome them wholeheartedly.
Everyone’s story is important. Everyone makes impacts on the world. Some
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people have helped save my life in ways they may not have ever known,
sometimes completely unintentionally. One of those people could have been you.
Thank you for your support.
Nathan Rich
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The Meet
My mother once described to me the moment of my birth – “There were all these
beings circling me. We picked each other. I saw you. You were just like ‘BOOM!
This is my body!’”
And that’s how it happened – we met when I was still in spirit form, at Los
Angeles’ Cedars-Sinai hospital in 1982. I assumed control of the life she was
creating, and two days later, just forty minutes before Valentine’s Day, I was born
as her new baby boy.
The Beginning
It all started in 1951 when World War II veteran Martin Rich married the love of
his life – Frances Fefercorn. Martin was a first generation American, born in New
York City to a Polish-Austrian Jew family. Frances was adopted in Minnesota,
but they both ended up in Los Angeles, where they found each other and made a
new family.
They had three Jewish daughters: Sharon was born in 1953, Arlene in 1956 and
finally, my mother Julie in 1959. They grew up together in Woodland Hills,
California, in a time of big changes for the country.
Communism, The Vietnam War and the hippie drug culture were major cultural
influences in those days. Uncertainty about the future was a real problem in the
United States; there was trouble in the air.
Sharon, the eldest, discovered an antidote to that trouble when she was just a
teenager, something which promised to solve all of life’s problems. In the 1970’s
she began practicing “Scientology,” a faith system, commonly described as a cult,
with several thousand members. One by one, it spread to the other family
members.
Scientology, according to its founder, Lafayette Ronald Hubbard, is “not a
psycho-therapy nor a religion,” but a “body of knowledge which, when properly
used, gives freedom and truth to the individual.”
It’s a body of texts and practices designed and built by Lafayette. Though he
preferred to be called “L. Ron Hubbard,” I prefer to call him “Lafayette.”
The fundamental ideas of Scientology revolve around some questionable
“truths”: We’re all “thetans” (spirits, also called “beings”). The way science
currently determines the age of the universe is wrong. Its actual age, according to
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Lafayette, is many quadrillions of years. We thetans have existed for a
comparable amount of time and were originally all-powerful gods, but over time,
we have done so many things to everyone else that we have become degraded.
Scientology claims to possess the steps to unravel the damage done and return
us to our native state – godlike. As it spread through the family, the girls grew up
and made families of their own. The sisters each married Scientologists and raised
Scientology children. It was the beginning of a new family.
The Author
Sharon married Tom Macintyre, and together had a daughter, Juliet. Sharon
reached Scientology’s first major milestone, “the State of Clear,” in 1978,
followed by Frances in 1979. A “Clear” has no “compulsions, repressions,
neuroses [or] psychoses.” Clears are “in a state of highest possible rationality.”
The marriage didn’t last long, despite her best efforts. After the divorce, she
took Juliet to Manhattan. New York City has a bigger fan base for her books than
LA. Sharon writes books about Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy, two silver-
screen movie stars from Hollywood’s golden age.
The Devotee
Arlene married Jacques Kasparian, an immigrant from Lebanon and they bore my
cousin Aliza Kasparian.
Arlene and Jacques’ marriage also fell apart quickly. After the divorce, Arlene
took Aliza and joined Scientology’s Sea Organization in Florida.
The Sea Organization is an officially-affiliated group of devout Scientologists
dressed in sailor costumes. They spend their lives working for the corporation that
is Scientology, carrying out their mission – get everyone on Earth to that first
milestone: “Clear.”
Aliza grew up in the Cadet Org, Scientology’s “children of the Sea Org”
program, in a tiny studio apartment in one of Scientology’s many staff-only
buildings.
The Rebel
My mother, Julie, married Brian Alexander Crum. He changed his last name to
his middle name because my mother didn’t like “Crum” as a family name. And
so, she was Julie Alexander and he was Brian Alexander. I was born that fateful
night named simply “Alexander” – Alexander, the soul that inhabited Julie’s baby
boy.
I always liked the name Alexander; something about it sounds Roman and
strong. My parents chose a different first name for me though; I was renamed to
the more practical, “Nathan Alexander.”
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