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And HEllo to you as well. I am so happy to be finally meeting survivors of the Seed. The horror show that was the seed was my little private shamfull secret for years and years. I have now "outed" myself to friends and even my own children, and I feel so much better.
As for Art & Co, they know about us and in my opinion, are feeling the shame they heaped on us big time. Art has been donating money feverishly to charity and recently closed the seed.
Welcome to our forum, and if you want to remain anonymous, pick a fake name or use only your first name.

here it is
http://ci.dania-beach.fl.us/myrwlcm.html

Welcome Debi and Marc..

When I first found the straight survivors group several years ago, it was 5 or six people that shared a bad experience in straight. They kind of thought that the seed was a kinder better place, but I educated them on the truth. I told them about the beatings, the kids thrown to concrete floors, and how the straight was directly lifted from the seed, and how we were sleep and food derived and subjected to sexual humiliation,etc. They knew the parents of the seed st pete had started the straight, (including my father) but the didn't know that the exact formula was taken from the seed. Did you know the first staff members of the straight were graduates of the seed from Lakewood High? email me if you want to know their names. Anyway, I am available on this forum or at [email protected],and I am excited to meet my fellow survivors.

I was there. WHo are you?  email me at [email protected]

Me either, That crap about how something was cool, who likes this or that, etc is juvenile. Recently Don posted that an argument had gotten out of hand and that, "Rap is over, let's have a song"
EEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!  Leave me out of this kinda program thinkspeak, PLUEEESE..

Sometimes really intelligent, well thought out points are made there, and then someone  will come back with really weak stuff
Ex:  "i would expect that from someone whom doesn't believe in god"
I have a theory that the really weak and truly  not intelligent are more likely  to march the program line, Seed, straight, AA, whatever.

Perhaps a new board called Straight alumni survivors is in order....

No, you gotta give credit where credit is due. Art pioneered the synanon concept for non addicted youthfull drug experimenters, and was direct inspiration for the straight. Most of the other synanon's never had the far reaching power that the Seed and then the straight seemed to garner.
As far as Art, libbi, and shelly being spooky, hell ya, just look at that picture, but I no longer feared them once I broke away from my father. He yielded the power to put me there, and when I took that away from him, Art & co became powerless. Ken is right, I should have thrown his ass in the pool.

Hello everyone. I just got back from Costa Rica yesterday. What a great place to vacation.

Anyway, on my way out in Tampa airport, my friend and I were in line at the ticket booth when the man in front of us got disoriented and started stumbling around. I grabbed his arm and asked him if he was ok, and he couldn't coherently respond. I calmy asked a nearby attendent to get an ambulance and laid him down on the floor and started monitoring his breathing, which was stable, but he was now not conscious.
All of a sudden, a man about 25 walks up briskly, takes off his shirt,underneath was a bright yellow shirt emblazzoned with "VOLUNTEER MINISTER" on the front and back, and he confidently removes everyone from around the disabled man. He then squatted over him and told everyone to be quiet, and proceeded to start poking him all over asking, can you feel this, can you feel this, etc, seemingly randomly poking him all over his body while squatting over him, his big ass almost in the guy's face.  The guy started coming to about this time, shook off the cobwebs, a wheelchair arrived, and he decided not to take an ambulance. It was about now that I noticed on the sleeve of the "minister" the words "Church of Scientology" in small print, and I said out loud, "Hey, this guy has no medical training, he is in the cult scientology"
Someone from the airport security asked him if he was a paramedic and he said no, they asked him if he had medical training and he said no. Someone else asked him what happened, and he said "the man fainted"  I blurted "he did not, I was right there" and he said, "I guess your right".  He then started trying to pass out scientology pamphlets and most people just looked at him funny. We last saw him as we boarded our plane walking up to people passing out scientology stuff. My friend whom has no background in cults, thought the whole thing totally weird and made fun of him for at least three days.

Just thought I would share.

I found this post elsewhere on the web. It sounds very familiar, all except that last part which I doubt is true:

I was abducted by The Seed in Miami Fla. when I was 15. My parents gave custody over to them, I was removed from school & turned into a 'good kid' & remained 'good' until I turned 18.

My parents friends had a daughter who I'd met once. She told them she "knew" I was on drugs & that The Seed could help me. I was using drugs but IMO [in my opinion] was not outta control. I had a part time job at the time that my dad used to drive me to. He told me one day that he had to pick up a couple people to drive up there.

He stopped at a house & picked up these two HUGE guys, & they both got into the back seat with me, one on either side, me in the middle. It was at that point that my dad told me there was a change of plans. They took me to a Blimp Hanger (Goodyear) where this Org. had been donated space. It had about 1000 kids in it on metal folding chairs. Boys on one side, girls on the other. They talked to us 12 hours a day, made us sit in these chairs the whole time, with no bathrooms.

They gave us PB&J & bug-juice (peanut butter and jelly and watered-down kool-aid) for breakfast, lunch & dinner. I was put into a foster-home with about 12 other boys. The foster-folks kept us up for more hours, talking to us. I ran away the 2nd day & was captured by the foster-folks, They grabbed me in a public place & nobody did nothin' to stop 'um. It was at this point that I became VERY untrusting of ANYBODY!

I acted very sorry for running, had my hair cut short that day & 'became' one of them to survive. I was allowed to go back to school after about 3 weeks. I was forbidden from speaking to my old friends except to say, "I love you, or The Seed loves you." I was watched very closely by everyone...there were about 16 other 'seedlings' in my school. We talked very little. It was impossible to confide in any of them because we didn't know who was a spy.

I "graduated" after 5 mos & 8 days. I stayed straight until I turned 18, then became an alcoholic. I kicked booze at 20 & started shooting drugs.., never did BEFORE the Seed! I kicked coke & heroin at 24. -- The Seed was closed down because the owner was busted for selling cocaine.