[lit-ideas] Re: Paranoid with my Pentax in the morning
- From: "Veronica Caley" <molleo1@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2011 21:27:03 -0400
Lawrence,
Your paranoia is well placed. My family's experience with this group is not
good. I have two brothers-in-law, or had, very hard to know. They ran away
from home when they were 14 and 18. This was about 50 years ago and joined up.
They have been heard from twice. Once when the older one called my
mother-in-law to tell her he got married and could he borrow $300. She told
him it was a wedding gift but she would like to meet his wife.
About five years later, he called my husband and asked to borrow $75. They
had, of course, joined this group when they ran to CA. They said they were
recruiting in England, were in NY and did not have enough money to return to
CA. My husband gave it to them, with my advice. It was worth it to me to see
if they would ever give it back. This was around 1967/68. Of course they
never gave it back. No one ever heard from them again. They broke my
mother-in-law's heart. For decades.
Notice that I refer to them as a "group." They like to sue people. They are
paranoid, not you. But now that you called them another name than
"group," I would start inquiring re a good lawyer. But it's too soon to hire
one. See what happens when they look on your site.
Veronica
----- Original Message -----
From: Lawrence Helm
To: Lit-Ideas
Sent: Thursday, August 18, 2011 2:18 PM
Subject: [lit-ideas] Paranoid with my Pentax in the morning
I forget who is in charge of paranoia on Lit-Ideas. If the position is
vacant, I will be applying for it. Here is how I spent my morning:
I received a new lens for my Pentax K20d yesterday, a 28-300mm Sigma; so I
drove to a spot at the river where I could check how well it did at longer
ranges. I intended to go south of the river by the squash and watermelon
fields, but workers were busily loading watermelons onto trucks so I decided to
walk along the levy adjacent to "Golden Era Productions," the Scientology
property where some of the top people are purported to hang out.
A Scientology Security Guard wheeled up adjacent to me on the other side of
the fence (in a dapper little uniform and on a brand new Yamaha motorcycle) and
asked, in perhaps an Eastern-European accent, "Can I help you?"
"Help me?" I responded. "What sort of help did you have in mind?"
There was a bit of hemming and hawing, but in short he wanted to know why I
was taking photos of Scientology property. I told him I was an "amateur
photographer" and took no photos of people (in case that was what he was
worried about) but of such things as trees, my dogs, and the light coming over
the mountain. He questioned me about my dogs, where my Jeep was parked and
what I did with my photos. I told him I had just set up a new internet site
and he could go to it if the liked to see what sort of photos I posted there.
Eventually he waved and drove off. We walked on a little further but soon
turned back. The Security Guard caught up with us again, told me his name was
Sal and he needed my phone number. "Why do you need that," I asked?
"Our Public Affairs person wants to talk to you."
"About what?"
"Well, you are taking photos of our property and posting them on the
Internet. She wants to talk to you about it."
"Okay," I said and gave him my cell number.
"Do you have another number," he asked?
"Why?"
"Do you have a business number?"
"Nope. No business number. I'm retired. I was an Engineer at Boeing, and
now in retirement I've taken up photography."
He wished me a nice day and drove off.
So the girls and I walked on, but then I noticed a Four-Wheel Drive vehicle
up ahead with a box on top, the sort of box the police use to flash lights at
speeders to get them to pull over. This Security Vehicle drove slowly ahead of
me for a while and then went on to park by the place where the dirt road I had
to use went out onto Soboba Road. When I drove by him it looked as though he
was taking down my license number.
I had asked Sal the name of the Public Affairs person who would be calling
me. He said it would be Muriel. When I got home I got on the internet to see
what I could find out about Muriel and this location that I had been hiking
near for years. Muriel, would seem to be Muriel Dufresne. This was the site
that came up first:
http://angrygaypope.com/gold/gold_base_people.htm
The portion about Muriel reads as follows: MURIEL DUFRESNE - "Gold Base
Public Relations. Been at her post a long time. She is the cult's local face
and is on familiar terms with even the children of Riverside County
Supervisors. She makes donations to local politicians in the cult's name,
often changing her title on each donation. In 2009 donations to various Supers
her title is listed variously as: Partner, Golden Era Productions, Producer,
Golden Springs Productions, Public Relations Agent, Golden Era Productions.
Riverside County has a terrible problem with corruption and, like the rest of
America, has suffered from a crash in income. They need Muriel's "Green Grease"
now more than ever! Thank goodness she can be counted on to dole out the cash.
But watch out when she comes to demand a "favor." You don't get something for
nothing. Her last name is pronounced 'Doo-fran'."
Yes we do have all those problems in Riverside County; so if Muriel wanted to
I'm sure she could get the police to tell her where I lived and even get them
to lean on me a bit to keep me from taking photos of Scientology trees and
bushes.
I've always said that if the time ever came when I was prevented from hiking
on the river, then I would want to move. Scientology doesn't own the entire
river as far as I know, but they do own some of it.
Muriel hasn't called yet, but just in case, does anyone know any nice places
I might move to, places like the ones in my photos where my girls can run off
leash, places where no spiffy little security guards on Yamahas will ask if
they can help me?
Lawrence
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