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annihilation. No matter how sophisticated mankind became, there was a trigger
implanted in the imprisoned thetans that led them to blow themselves to pieces before
they could escape their fate and go on to higher levels of existence. The goal of
Scientology was to “clear the planet” and save humanity from its endless cycle of selfdestruction.
Hubbard never really explained how he came by these revelations. “We won’t go into
that,” he told the crew, saying only that he was fortunate to have somehow escaped the
cataclysm so many eons ago. “You are the chosen,” he told them. “You are the Loyal
Ocers. We made the agreement way back when that we would all get together again.
This time no one is going to stop us.”
Eltringham and two dozen Sea Org members had the honor of being the very rst
group to view the OT III materials. They went in one by one to read the documents.
When she came to the part about the Loyal Ocers, Eltringham immediately understood
that this was what Hubbard had been talking about: she instinctively felt that she had
been among them. At the same time, the account seemed incredible to her, bizarre and
completely unfathomable.
Her task now was to take the materials into her cabin, along with an E-Meter, and
audit herself to discover and expel body thetans. Once they were exposed and
confronted, Hubbard promised, they would take ight, “lickety-split.” She began each
day with a session, but she couldn’t locate any BTs. At the end of the week she turned in
her folder and asked for help. She went through review auditing, but it was no use. She
began to worry that she was unauditable, what Hubbard called a Dog Case or a
Degraded Being—someone who had committed so many misdeeds as to be beyond help.
It was all her fault.
Despite the fact that he was only fourteen, Quentin—LRH’s heir apparent—was
among the rst to be initiated into the OT III mysteries. Everyone on the ship knew
what was happening, and people would hover near the cabin where the materials were
held to see the expression on the faces of those who had been exposed to it. When
Quentin emerged, he was pale, and he threw up violently. After that, he was never as
sunny as he used to be.
TO MAKE SURE his orders were carried out, Hubbard created the Commodore’s Messengers
Organization. In the beginning, the Messengers were four young teenage girls, including
Yvonne Gillham’s two daughters, Terri and Janis, who were thirteen and eleven years
old; Annie Tidman, twelve; and, briey, Hubbard’s youngest daughter, Suzette, who was
thirteen at the time. Soon, several more teenage girls joined them, and Suzette went to
work on the decks. Two of the girls were always posted outside Hubbard’s oce,
waiting to take his handwritten directives to the mimeograph machine or deliver his
orders in person. He instructed them to parrot his exact words and tone of voice when
they were delivering one of his directives—to inform the captain what time to set sail,
for instance, or to tell a member of the crew he was “a fucking asshole” if he had
displeased him. Hubbard allowed them to create their own uniforms, so in warmer