My Mother & Scientology – The Story I Never Knew

With all of the media attention now being given the subject of Scientology & parenting, I thought it pertinent to post this – a little missive my mother wrote for me, detailing a part of her life I actually had no prior knowledge of: how it was that she ended up in Scientology in the first place, and what about it made sense to her as a path she wanted to follow in life.

Her story follows.

How did you first get into Scientology?

I was a teenager during the druggie-hippie days of the late 1960s. Many young people were involved in psychedelic music, free love, and back-to-nature communes plus anti-Vietnam War activities, anti-establishment (anti-Middle Class) and anti-lots of other things. We were pretty dissatisfied with our parents’ lifestyles and very willing to be vocal (noisy and protesty) about it. Add into this an evolving drug culture and you have a tumultuous time to be a teenager.

My mom holding a newborn me, circa 1976.
My mom holding her new baby son, circa 1976.

My parents already had a very confused religious atmosphere going on around my house, as my mother was a staunch New England Congregationalist and my father was a recent French immigrant Roman Catholic.

Then my uncle mentioned to me that he was learning some answers to life and how to live it by reading a book called Dianetics. It was a new religious philosophy, very “out there,” but full of immediately applicable, very doable techniques for self-improvement and ways to improve the society and the environment. This hit a chord with me. I had had friends killed in Vietnam as teenagers and I had friends of friends OD on drugs. I was starved for answers to life.

I read the book. Wow.

It explained some very simple principles to me. It said you are a soul, you don’t have a soul. You have a body and the body dies but you don’t. Wow. That was never explained to me in my confirmation classes. I was always arguing with our minister about the Holy Trinity. I wanted a scientific explanation for it. I wanted to know what happens to people that makes them do bad things. Why do bad things happen to good people? What can I do about all these horrible traits in myself that I hate but seem impossible for me to change? I found that L. Ron Hubbard explains those things in Dianetics in a way that I could understand. And the answers satisfied me.

Now the neatest part about reading Dianetics and finding out it was closely connected to the Scientology religion, was finding that there are groups of people who thought like me. They were not interested in getting stoned as a “solution” to disenchantment with the way things are. They were not revolutionary and combative with society. They were interested in improving people, improving society, handling crime, illiteracy, drug abuse, and most of all ending war. I wanted in. I signed up and started taking courses in this new philosophy, courses in how to communicate with others better, how to get along with people, how to study new subjects more easily and efficiently, and how to help other people with their personal problems.

Now Scientology does not ask that you give up your personal religion. I remained Christian. I still went to church on Sundays but I now had answers to my own questions about human behavior. For me that is the basic purpose of anyone’s religion. It should help them live a life that is personally very fulfilling, give them hopes for the future, and help them deal with the problems of day to day life. My new Scientology religion did that for me.

My parents used to say that one good thing about Scientology was that it got me off drugs. Well it did do that but not in the way you might think. It completely handled the reason that I was interested in trying drugs in the first place. Why would anyone take drugs it they found each day full of hope and excitement? Why would you drink if you had so many interesting things to do that you wanted to be alert and energetic for? Drugs and alcohol just lost all their appeal.

So that’s my story. I raised my two kids using the tenets of Scientology. They turned out to be very bright and happy people, both happily married. I let them choose what religion they wanted to believe and they have both decided the Church of Scientology made the most sense. I am happy to say that I have fulfilled my lifetime dream of helping others and I have done it working both as a nurse and as a full time Scientology counselor.

That’s the story.


4 thoughts on “My Mother & Scientology – The Story I Never Knew

  1. This is a great story. Makes a lot of sense. People look for answers, and when they find them, they are happier. All religion has a purpose to unite man. I’m glad your mom found Scientology.

    Thanks for sharing!

  2. Great story! My parents were hippies and found Scientology, if it wasn’t for Scientology they would no longer be together and I wouldn’t have the amazing 4 sisters and 1 brother today! We are such a stable happy bunch of people who help each other and others with life’s games! 🙂

  3. I came into Scientology at the same time, and much of what this mom says applies to me. The idea was very exciting that there was a group that KNEW we were not bodies, but ourselves, –spiritual beings. I’ve learned much since that time, but it all started with that one reality.

  4. Very nice story. I had a very similar experience and hail from the same generation as the writer.
    Truth is ultimately a simple thing, and if it is true for you then you have everything you need.
    This can be a very difficult concept for some people to understand, and they turn it into a lot of complexities that just muddy the water.
    Find out who you really are and the game becomes a lot more interesting and a lot more fun.

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