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Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Anonymous on March 15, 2003, 09:12:00 PM
These where the craziest days I think I witnessed.
Everybody turning everybody in, the mind games took their toll. 30 people set back. 8 RUN FOR THE DOORS THAT OPENED AS ONE RUNS FULL STEAM INTO THE DOORS, HE HIT THEM SO HARD THE DOORS ALL OPENED.  THERE WAS NO TIME TO THINK, ALL THE CRACKS WERE HIT. I am pretty sure 1 or 2 got away. You know what happened to the rest. THE GROUP had to restrain 8-15 old comers that flew 2-3 rows over us to destroy the guilty group OF SEVEN.  THE TIME OUT ROOMS WHERE FULL. THEY HAD TO RESTRAIN AND KEEP PEOPLE THERE ON THE SPOT, SOME FOR 10 MINUTES AND SOME MUCH LONGER. THEY STARTED SWAPING INTAKE ROOMS AS PEOPLE WERE BROUGHT AGAIN UNDER STRAIGHT'S SUBMISSION. SET BACK TO FIRST PHASE. I THINK IT LASTED A MONTH (DAYS CALLED IN) THAT'S WHEN WE ALL WHERE CRUCIFIED.

IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN SPRING OF 86? ITS NOT ALL CLEAR.

WAS ANYBODY ELSE THERE???  Liz Taylor, Riley, John, Hardin, and Dean were there.  I believe Mrs. Riley and there were a couple other women WITCHES.  I can't remember the executive's  SYNASISTS' NAMES.  EVERYBODY WAS CALLED IN......  


I WOULD MAKE MENTION OF PEOPLE I KNEW BUT SOMEONE WHO REMEMBERS THIS CULT UNDERSTANDS WHY I WON'T. MAYBE SOMEDAY WE WILL MEET AND ENJOY OUR FREEDOM AND WITNESS TO THOSE STILL UNDER THEIR SPELL
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: ehm on March 15, 2003, 10:18:00 PM
Yes, spring of '86, Dallas. :scared:
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Anonymous on March 15, 2003, 10:43:00 PM
thestraightfacts@attbi.com
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Froderik on March 15, 2003, 11:55:00 PM
Hello, I thought that St. Pete had closed by then...(?) How are you doing? I was in VA str8 from 11/82 - 1/85. Christ! That scenario you described is OVER THE TOP! HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!! I've never heard of that many people bolting at once! Please tell us more about that! L8r, Alex L.

[ This Message was edited by: AlexL on 2003-03-15 20:57 ]
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Powerful Attitude on March 16, 2003, 01:09:00 AM
It all began one morning rap.  A newcomer stood up and said, "Hey man, I've been gettin' high with my oldcomer."  "Well who the f--k is your oldcomer?"  I remember his name, but I won't state it...  The group is starting to get a little HOT.  Two standin' in front, all of a sudden the oldcomer comes out and says, "MY oldcomer got me high."  So the search for the host home was on.  All s--t broke loose after that.  By the end, there were seven standing, and the insanity was ALL around.  "DAYS CALLED IN!"  EVERYBODY was called in.  Now I'll get into the story of the eight.  We used to have a "suicide guy".  I, again, won't say his name.  But he loved to get up in the middle of a rap (or persecution time) and run STRAIGHT into the brick wall head first.  He would be carried off, conscious or unconscious, to a "timeout room".  I can't remember if it was on the day that the seven confessed, but it was during DAYS CALLED IN.  

In Straight, St. Pete, there were three main rooms, plus "timeout rooms", a school, and the intake facility.  The three rooms were divided by sliding doors that were 14'x14' (14 foot sections).  There were at least 10 total.  That made the main BRAINWASHING area.  Up the middle it divided north with 5 sections.  This is where we lined up for food or medicine.  Anyway, our "suicide guy" - VICTIM decided to hit THIS wall (the main wall 140 feet) this time... He knocked himself out, but started a domino effect on these sliding doors... THEY ALL OPENED!  You have to understand that it was DAYS CALLED IN, and there had been at least 25 or 30 people set back to 1st phase...  It was a nightmare.   :flame:

As I stated, the eight ran for the openings.  I know four got outside the perimeter, for all staff was alerted and bolted out the doors.  They searched in the fields outside STRAIGHT for at least two hours.  From what I remember, they brought two or three back in, and the four others had never made their way out.  People were constantly running for the doors back then.  People always were in "timeout rooms".  There were always "hot seat" PERSECUTIONS or whatever you want to call them.

I'm sure that there were more that ran, but it was intervals of staff (and phasers) trying to put the walls back together that other first phasers started to run at intervals of one to two minutes for at least 10 or 15 minutes.  Mind you that we had been surrounded by ALL THE OLDCOMERS.  The rest were outside chasing people.  IT WAS CRAZY.  The ohters had people in "timeout rooms".  

Those are the darkest days I remember.....

DAYS CALLED IN.....
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Aqua Fortis on March 16, 2003, 01:28:00 AM
Hi Alex,

     It would have been physically impossible for 8 copouts to bolt at the same time. Well, actually, they could bolt, but, they never would have made it to the parking lot and too much farther. And Alex, if you recall correctly on few occasions at GULAG 5515, there were several attempted copouts at one time, however, they were promptly found and dragged back in to group for the sharkfest. In some cases they were bleeding. I distinctly remember seeing at least 3 copouts being confronted at once. Most likely in September of one year there. It should also be noted to that other poster: CAPS MEAN YELLING  :wave: . Didn't we all get enough of that already? I admit, I use caps sparingly. Will melvin sembler be removed from his desk in Rome? Why sure he may. This IS the USA. Anything is possible. When will this take place? Hopefully before he dies, that would be best timeframe. I heard he's over 70 now.    
                              Aqua Fortis

[ This Message was edited by: Aqua Fortis on 2003-03-15 22:41 ]
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Powerful Attitude on March 16, 2003, 01:38:00 AM
Like I said, "Was anybody else THERE?"  I would like to hear their story, not opinion.  Let them call me a liar.
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Shelby on March 16, 2003, 01:55:00 PM
Hey Alex,

  As far as I know, St. Pete was housing kids until 1993. Then they changed their name to Straight Foundation. That didn't go over well since everyone knew Straight=Abuse, so they pulled the ol' switcheroo and became DFAF in 1995.

Shelby
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Froderik on March 16, 2003, 02:14:00 PM
Bill, is that you? (Aqua Fortis, I mean) I suspect that this is you because of keywords & topics in your post, and I also recall that you have had trouble logging in anonymously...so I reckoned that perhaps you opted for the next best thing and created an alternate profile...is that you? Sorry if I've blown your cover, but if you want to be 'anon' you may have to watch your words, LOL! >>Freddy13
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: ehm on March 16, 2003, 03:28:00 PM
I know your story is true, Jeffrey Spearman came to Dallas from St. Pete. in late '86. He told us those stories. All those assholes you mentioned that helped start Dallas were bat-shit insane, and mean to boot! Jeff used to make fun of the guy who used to bash into the brick wall.(When he talked about it) Staff sure could talk behind backs couldn't they. Poor Jeff, he was a good guy, just corrupted by the evil that effected us all with no choice. * sigh * By the time I was half way through my program, a large majority of the group were misbehaviors, and there was lots of lack of control because of it. Even on 4th I secretly enjoyed watching them fuck with Staff, and interupt Group. As a whole though, and in retrospect, it's heart breaking.
Later~
Morli
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Aqua Fortis on March 16, 2003, 08:47:00 PM
::bigsmilebounce::

Aqua Fortis
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Don Smith on March 17, 2003, 06:30:00 AM
Oh I don't know about that.  I remember a former Senior Staffer telling me when he was on his earlier phases he would see a lot of people do a three count together and bolt for doors all over the place.  
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I thank the good Lord that I wasn't in the St. Pete Group.  :scared:
 
Don
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: ClayL on March 17, 2003, 09:44:00 AM
I thank the good Lord that I wasn't in the St. Pete Group


I remember sitting in group in ATL and hearing a lot of these stories and thinking the exact same thing. A lot of the Jr., Sr. and the Group Staff Supervisor were from St. Pete when I came in. They were evil and could be just plain mean.
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: METALGOD8 on March 17, 2003, 12:48:00 PM
Don, what's up with the yahoo site. The message link has been removed. This is not good, please explain, thank you.  MG8 :smokin:
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Carmel on March 17, 2003, 01:19:00 PM
I have told this story before, but I think it is is very much worth mentioning here again.  

Very close to the end of my program is when all of the left-over Southern California clients came. The results were chaotic to say the least.  We had around 200 kids in the group at that time and our "DAYS" had been called in for months.  For us it meant no extra privledges.  No days off for 4th or 5th phase.  No TV or Radio for 3rd.  All 4th phasers were sat in group instead of at the front facing us.  Tensions were on edge and the place was poised for an explosion.  

One particularly bad day, the restraints started in the morning before we all even got together completely from home.  Its weird to say it but everyone here will probably understand, there were days where the misbehavers were rather entertaining, even in their attempts at running and there were day when they all seemed to be in so much more pain than usual....the crying and screaming was louder and the restraints more violent.  This was a day like that.

All of a sudden, kids just started giving up....mostly all the 1st phasers (who had little to lose anyhow) but we went from about 15-20 misbehavers to 50-60 in about 10 minutes flat.  Half these people were repeatedly running for the door, over and over.  Most of the higher phasers were either at school or not in the building so we were seriously outnumbered.  Those who werent on the floor themselves had to begin restraining.  This was the day the "no clients restraining other clients" rule went to hell in a hurry.  There were compliant 1st phasers restraining people.  The staff were too little and it was insanity.....that group room was so filled with screaming and crying and banging blue chairs it was amazing none of the adjacent businesses called the police.  I knew that day was the end of things as I knew them in Straight, and the beginning of my plan to find a way to get out, to get free, and so that no one would find or catch me.  

We didnt have raps that day, it went on all day long.  Just the screaming and the crying and the violence.  I wont ever forget that day.  

Believe me though.  Those things were possible.
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Anonymous on March 17, 2003, 03:11:00 PM
Thank you for your story Carmel, quite the days of hell. While I was reading it brought me again to those days.  I thought school had even been called in at first but I believe you are correct. Those first phasers running one after another definitely holds true.  The days that the victims got to play, they loved disrupting the group and paying the consequences, the screams where loader and the feelings of pain all around. Everybody that got stood up was set back. No one trusted anyone and everybody was on RED alert. Ist phasers restraining the misbehaviors, talk about early training.  And yes the group had become "INSANE".

I?m glad to see and hear that we all made it out of the nightmare even though these days still linger inside.  I?m glad to see the truth in these things and I know my freedom has come closer to me. I will walk the streets with my head held up towards the sky because I know now I don?t have to listen to all the lies.  PA
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Don Smith on March 17, 2003, 03:32:00 PM
I remember while on Staff we had a group of people coming to visit the building.  Due to confidentiality alot of the clients were moved to a church down the street from the building.  
It seemed like there were a ton of people running for the door.  The screaming and crying you talk of in your post brought back the memories of that day more vividly then ever before. I got to the point that I wanted to leave myself.  Hell, I was 7th Stepped for over a year, what the hell did I need to stay there for.  
It was the worse day for me as a Staffer and the suicidal ideations were intense for me that day. :cry:

Don


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Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: shell66 on March 18, 2003, 05:31:00 PM
Morli,

I thought Jeff came from the Straight in Orlando.  It's me Shell, his high school/college sweetheart.  I remember so clearly when he was admitted and it was in Orlando, near "I" Drive.  It's been so many years, that maybe my mind is slipping.  Does Steve Brooks know about his death?  I actually remember meeting Steve once.  Jeff came home for a visit and I met him at a restaurant and I think he brought Steve home with him.  It was about that time that his dad and step mom adopted a new baby girl and a year or so later she got pregnant with his brother.
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: ehm on March 18, 2003, 06:00:00 PM
Shell,
 Could have been Orlando, everyone who started Straight Dallas, was from St. Pete. I was on 1st phase when Jeff was transfered. As far as Steve goes, I've been trying to get in touch with him for years with no luck. I have always wondered and worried. Last I heard from Steve, he wasn't doing well. That was over 10 years ago. I still miss him. E-mail me and I'll give you my phone # if you want to continue a correspondence.
ladymorli@yahoo.com  I would like that.
Take care,
Love,
Morli
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: The Devil Therion on February 17, 2004, 06:47:00 AM
Dallas 1988 I got there on the Friday before Easter (good friday? err whatever Im not a christian so I have no idea) that was 4- 2 1988 and I remember that summer was really insane..

That was the last year in the(was it 1305?) Executive Drive bldg...Richardson, Tx..
 But they called days in there too.. Totally diffrent incident..and there was nowhere that many started over..

 But the "Group was weak" so they called everyone in for a while and I think everything other than homes and rules rap...was some shit slinging..

 I was a 3rd phaser and the only Straight client in that city...at that school..Most of the kids were in high school..I was still in the 7th grade hehe..

 But I had done alot of shit wrong...I had a little Junior high "girlfriend"...I mean we were passing notes and all that shit..Nothing serious..but in Straight that was the equivalent of murder..

I was talking to old "druggie" friends on the payphone..
I was getting stoned..
I let my newcomers pretty much do whatever..
If you had me for an oldcomer you had it easy..

 But my nerves of steel were eroding..
I knew it was just a matter of time until my own conscious ate me up..
 Or one of my newcomers decided to use me and my leniance as a stepping stone to 2nd phase..

 I would get that fucking knot in my stomach as we got closer to the bldg...

 Ahh the Bldg....hehe "THE BUILDING" But it was so much more than that wasnt it??

 It had its own smell...it had an aura didnt it?
The Building...I bet the walls of those warehouses still echo with a Vibe of pain..

 You remember the feeling when you had some "Shit you were holding back" and it was OMR or CMR night? And your hands and neck would get all splotchy and shit...and it seemed like THEY KNEW....a simple glance from a certain person..THEY KNOW....

 AHHHAHAHAHA That was the shit that ate ya right there..that pressure built..until your little mind warped under the strain...

 THATS HOW THEY GOT YOU
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: The Devil Therion on February 17, 2004, 06:57:00 AM
I remember that sound so well..Dallas was always fucking PACKED with kids...and I also remember those "days" you speak of..

Of course...we always had to be straing at whoever was talking..and it always started the same..
  That scuffling chair sound and then screaming and yelling ..and 5 seconds later the rows are all broken apart chairs unhooked (why the fuck did they order chairs that hooked together??!)

 And people bolting for the doors...

 And the Staff members always told ya to face forward and sing a song...Staring at the signs singing "I love the mountains" with all kinds of torturous screaming coming from behind
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: taureana on February 17, 2004, 09:24:00 AM
I had forgotten about having all misbehavors restrained at once.  Having all the upper phasers at school and dealing with the shit myself.  I was the oldest girl there for so long and even on 1st phase I was helping 4 point girls to the floor.

I never went to school in Straight.  Never worked more than a day or two.

10 months of nothing but group.  When days got called in, it made my stomach turn.  I didn't have a car, so when I had days off, all I did was sit outside the building and write my 4th step, read AA/NA books, or write support notes to everyone on the girls' side.  There was nothing else for me to do.  We had one 5th phaser and she went to school and only one other 4th phaser and she was in school too.

For years I have felt guilty for not staying in Straight.  I felt guilty for walking when I turned 18.  I found out a few days later that the only 5th phaser girl copped out the same day I walked, just by coincidence.  Executive staff called me and promised that if I came back I would only get a 7 day phase review (I hadn't gotten high or talked to any guys yet) and as soon as the minimum days were up on my 4th phase that I would be put on 5th phase.

I felt guilty for not doing it.  I felt guilty for leaving the girls' side so weak.

I remember times that I would be assigned as Runner on Friday night OMR's.  When I was a lower phaser I remember plenty of times when the Runner would be replaced and brought in to be utterly ripped to shreds.  And sitting at the front office reading whatever crap was at the desk, every time that door would open, my heart would sink because I was afraid that someone was coming to replace me.  How I hated Friday nights.

And I wasn't even full of shit, but I would still panic.  Other than the fact that I kept 1 picture of a "druggie friend".  Oh, yeah, and I had a crush on a staff member.  Big fucking deal.

Thank you all for your vivid memories.  I don't feel guilty for splitting anymore.
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Therion on February 18, 2004, 06:55:00 AM
That was the worst of it...Thats the hardest part to get over..
 They turned your own mind agaisnt you...and once you start second guessing every thought...its all over...and you will crack..

 They robbed your piece of mind..

 It wasnt so much the sitting up, lack of privacy, or lack of food that was bad for me..
 Sure that all added to the package..But it was the mind games..Paranoia..

 We all eventually got our freedom and privacy back...and regular food..
 But alot of us never got piece of mind back..and mabey never will...

 And that, ladies and gentleman...is the saddest thing..
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Therion on February 18, 2004, 06:59:00 AM
Funny that I lost my piece of mind in the name of sobriety...and that same thing I gave up for "cleanliness" is what drove me to the needle..

 Oh I found piece of mind alright..it came wrapped in foil and smelled like vinegar..

 I bled for it....I dulled thousands of stainless steel pins in my body for it..

 Ever accidently scraped a bone with a needle?
Ever thought you were digging a vein but got a nerve instead?

 See my shadow changing,
stretching up and over me.
Soften this old armour,
hoping I can clear the way by,
stepping through my shaddow,
comming out the other side.
Step into the shaddow,
fourty- six and two are just ahead of me.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
 


_________________
I cant be the hero anymore..
I spit upon my plate and then I turn and walk away.
I spit up on my plate and I disrupt the family
I spit up on my plate...as I sever the entity...sperate..seperate...seperate..seperate

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Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: whiterabbit on February 05, 2005, 11:38:00 AM
This old post brought back memories

In late spring/early summerof 81 none of the other groups had left yet with the exception of Sarasota. The St Pete group was enormous with probably 300 or so kids. It wasn't officially summer yet but in central Florida it can hit 90 just about anytime. And it can get way hotter in a windowless, unairconditioned warehouse. The heat coupled with exercise raps that went on for hours, lack of sleep and lack of food was contributing to the usual misery and insanity.

The main room was like a giant sauna. Suffocating. It was like trying to breathe with a big wet blanket over your face.The higher phases had fallen into a heavy apathy along with much of the lower phases. Days were called in. People were confronted and started over continually. Mostly we struggled to remain as still as possible without falling asleep. I used to fantasize about toothpicks. If I had them  I thought, I would put them in my eyes to hold up my eyelids that weighed a ton. Even sitting perfectly still, sweat rolled down our sides and puddled at the back of our bent knees. The walls sweated right along with us. The floor was the only cool place. Sometimes I wondered if people didn't misbehave for the soul purpose of ending up on the cold floor.  

At least a third of the group was on the peanut butter and jelly diet. We'd get taken with sweaty hands through the beltloop up to the foodline and there'd be nothing but frozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The bread didn't stay frozen long but the little blob of peanut butter at the center remained belligerantly frozen at the center of it's big bun. Even when thawed, it still tasted frozen.

I wish they'd brought in 60 minutes or 20/20 on one of those days. What a sight! On every row, eyes were rolling as people fell asleep. Fifth phasers were busy poking and prodding people to sit up straight, stay awake, motivate. And all over group kids were carving on themselves. Self mutilation was the order of the day. They carved into their arms, legs even their faces in expression of their misery. Mostly they used their fingernails since very few had access to even a spork. Occassionally someone would find some bit of broken chair and create truly dramatic carvings. Lisa carved the words "highway to hell" up her arm. Legible from anywhere on the girls side. One guy carved a huge circle on his cheek. It was solid & bloody about the size of a half dollar. Another carved streaks in his cheeks that looked like Indian war paint. Everyone had deep dark circles under their eyes. Sunken eyes that appeared even darker against white skin that had not seen the light of day for months. We truly looked like zombies from Dawn of the Dead.

One day just as the staff was changing for the noon rap frantic commotion broke out everywhere. A group of 10 or 12 kids made a break for it all at once. Guys and girls. I don't know how or if they coordinated or if people just seized the opportunity. Three guys  ran to the double doors at the back of the group. One of them, the boy with the war paint carvings jumped up and over the heads of the guys standing sentry at the doors. He rolled in the short hallway right up onto his feet and was gone. Two others were tackled. People ran to the three doors that led into the carpet room. One kid even tried to make a break through the door that led into the reception area. Three girls went for the back doube doors. Two made it out but one was nailed in the parking lot. She was dragged back in screaming and crying and bleeding. She disappeared fora few days, I asssume into an intake room. Another guy escaped though I'm not sure how. The staff made a big production of bringing him back in. And one guy was brought in a few weeks later by the sheriff. He was in leg irons and handcuffs.They brought him to the back of the group, told us that he would not work his  program and was going to Raeffurt Penitentury.

It was a long miserable summer. And it was days in pretty much up to the holidays.

Faith is the commitment of one's consciousness to beliefs for which one has no sensory evidence or rational proof. A mystic is a man who treats his feelings as tools of cognition. Faith is the equation of feeling with knowledge.
--Ayn Rand, Russian-born author

Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: jdcarlson on March 22, 2005, 07:22:00 PM
Is that you kleg?
cassler?
Whidden?
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: jdcarlson on March 22, 2005, 07:25:00 PM
clay?
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Scarstruck on March 24, 2005, 12:49:00 PM
Quote
On 2003-03-16 12:28:00, Morli wrote:

"I know your story is true, Jeffrey Spearman came to Dallas from St. Pete. in late '86. He told us those stories. All those assholes you mentioned that helped start Dallas were bat-shit insane, and mean to boot! Jeff used to make fun of the guy who used to bash into the brick wall.(When he talked about it) Staff sure could talk behind backs couldn't they. Poor Jeff, he was a good guy, just corrupted by the evil that effected us all with no choice. * sigh * By the time I was half way through my program, a large majority of the group were misbehaviors, and there was lots of lack of control because of it. Even on 4th I secretly enjoyed watching them fuck with Staff, and interupt Group. As a whole though, and in retrospect, it's heart breaking.

Later~

Morli"


No he wasnt a good guy he was a psycho piece of shit dickhead. Isnt he dead now?
 :rofl:
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Dr Fucktard on March 24, 2005, 01:22:00 PM
Who knows, but a word to the wise: You had better damn well learn how to show more appreciation for straight staff before your upcoming intake at SIBS!  :flame:

Love ya!  :wave:
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: PerfectStraightling on March 24, 2005, 02:21:00 PM
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On 2003-03-17 10:19:00, Carmel wrote:

"One particularly bad day, the restraints started in the morning before we all even got together completely from home.  Its weird to say it but everyone here will probably understand, there were days where the misbehavers were rather entertaining, even in their attempts at running and there were day when they all seemed to be in so much more pain than usual....the crying and screaming was louder and the restraints more violent.  This was a day like that.
"


I haven't been really upset about all of this in a few months now, but reading this thread was surprisingly upsetting for me.

I know exactly what you are talking about Carmel in this description, and I remember days called in lasting one time for a month while I was there. And the whole month seemed this way to me. It seemed like there was constant hysteria, screaming, crying, fights breaking out, and it just never seemed to end. You couldn't get a moments peace because there was always a commotion going on. Then the staff would come in and freak out on everybody and scream about how horrible we were all doing. Which just made things feel even more horrifying and hopeless....[ This Message was edited by: JMA on 2005-03-24 11:22 ]
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Anonymous on May 21, 2005, 03:06:00 PM
:em:  :em:
Title: 7 gettin HIGH in St. Pete. 1985 (DAYS CALLED IN) Talk to me
Post by: Anonymous on May 21, 2005, 03:40:00 PM
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On 2003-03-15 18:12:00, Anonymous wrote:

"These where the craziest days I think I witnessed.

Everybody turning everybody in, the mind games took their toll. 30 people set back. 8 RUN FOR THE DOORS THAT OPENED AS ONE RUNS FULL STEAM INTO THE DOORS, HE HIT THEM SO HARD THE DOORS ALL OPENED.  THERE WAS NO TIME TO THINK, ALL THE CRACKS WERE HIT. I am pretty sure 1 or 2 got away. You know what happened to the rest. THE GROUP had to restrain 8-15 old comers that flew 2-3 rows over us to destroy the guilty group OF SEVEN.  THE TIME OUT ROOMS WHERE FULL. THEY HAD TO RESTRAIN AND KEEP PEOPLE THERE ON THE SPOT, SOME FOR 10 MINUTES AND SOME MUCH LONGER. THEY STARTED SWAPING INTAKE ROOMS AS PEOPLE WERE BROUGHT AGAIN UNDER STRAIGHT'S SUBMISSION. SET BACK TO FIRST PHASE. I THINK IT LASTED A MONTH (DAYS CALLED IN) THAT'S WHEN WE ALL WHERE CRUCIFIED.



IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN SPRING OF 86? ITS NOT ALL CLEAR.



WAS ANYBODY ELSE THERE???  Liz Taylor, Riley, John, Hardin, and Dean were there.  I believe Mrs. Riley and there were a couple other women WITCHES.  I can't remember the executive's  SYNASISTS' NAMES.  EVERYBODY WAS CALLED IN......  





I WOULD MAKE MENTION OF PEOPLE I KNEW BUT SOMEONE WHO REMEMBERS THIS CULT UNDERSTANDS WHY I WON'T. MAYBE SOMEDAY WE WILL MEET AND ENJOY OUR FREEDOM AND WITNESS TO THOSE STILL UNDER THEIR SPELL

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