More than twenty-eight months ago I escaped the clutches of Narconon Trois-Rivieres and fled to a discreet Motel for two days in hiding. Harassing and intimidating text messages filled my inbox, demanding I return to Narconon and “face the music of blowing.”
Only with the help of Bonnie Woods in England, Gerry Armstrong in Vancouver, Mike Kropveld in Montreal, and a few other dear people, was I able to remain reasonably calm during the escape planning. It all seems so surreal to me now, but at the time, emotions were high and fleeing the Narconon Command was a must.
In the early evening of October 28, 2010, I quickly packed all my documents and rushed out the Narconon Canada door to an awaiting car that arrived from Montreal to pick me up. A few days later, a meeting was arranged for me to meet with two SQ Intelligence Detectives in the Montreal Regional area. The two hours of Intel sharing and sound advice from the SQ was reassuring; however did impress upon me the seriousness of what could happen and the potential risks I faced.
Without detailing the aforementioned events, I sit here today in a head-shaking bewilderment of what I was involved in at Narconon Trois-Rivieres. Sadly, I was part and parcel to the exploitation of vulnerable patients at this Cult/Sect compound and I didn’t see it, nor realize what was happening until near the end. At the time, I believed I was helping people – – who in their right mind would work hard, long hours for meager pay without some kind of inner reward of helping others.
To this day, I still have not come to terms I can accept of what happened and I certainly have not come full-circle to rid my mind of the affects from the Scientology indoctrination. I feel betrayed and like someone or something entered my mind or soul and did something without my permission – – without my knowing. It is a feeling like no other.
Each month, with professional help, I am gaining ground and coping well.
I feel very grateful to all those who helped me and continue to support me in so very many ways. It is quite humbling at times.
David Edgar Love