Ham & Self Analysis!
I just passed my ham exams -- all three including the one on Morse code
and I want to share with you a big win I had with S-A during my ‘ham cram.'
As you probably guessed most of my life was on hold as I studied for my
amateur radio license. Lots of new technical topics and that Morse code,
such a tricky thing. Morse code is best mastered by tuning your ear to the
rhythm of the dots and dashes that make up a particular character rather
than by, say, learning them visually and trying to match what you hear to
the graphic image you have in your head. I have a good ear, but becoming
proficient in Morse code was taking time and time was running out as the
exam date was fast approaching.
One afternoon I was so frustrated that I felt I had to do something or I
would surely flunk. So ... I picked up S-A and began running the end
of (SA is the processes from Self Analysis, by LRH )
session sequence. You know, "Recall a time that you were in good
communication with someone." The session started off very negatively, but I
kept at it. About ten minutes later I was rewarded with remembering a
situation that blew bunches of charge off me and left me laughing. Right
now when I think back on it, it still makes me crack up. The situation
was ... briefly ...
In 1999 my husband and I were waiting in Bermuda for a weather window to
sail to the Virgins while hurricane Lenny was roiling the seas south of us.
As we waited in St. Georges harbor (with at least two hundred other boats)
the island was run over by a freak storm that sank three boats and damaged
many others. My husband and I and all of our fellow cruisers in the
anchorage spent a harrowing night fending off and in some cases steering
away from boats whose anchors had given way. Some of these ‘rogue' vessels
were 200 foot sailing ships and quite a bit bigger than the forty feet that
is our sailboat Resolute. At one point our dinghy was overturned and the
outboard completely doused.
Next morning cruisers and locals alike worked together to restore order to
the harbor. We were fortunate to only have to flush the outboard with fresh
water and see it start up again. No real harm to us. By this time the seas
between Bermuda and the Virgins had quieted down to 16 feet from a whopping
32 or so feet. We decided that it was time to head south. We reasoned that
it was better to be out on the open ocean with nothing to hit should any
more freak storms come our way.
So ... we checked out of Customs and shoved off. It was a sleigh ride.
That's what sailors call a passage where the seas are big and the wind
blows from behind to push you along to your destination. With all the help
from Mother Nature we flew southward. It was a fast six days with the usual
watch schedule, but with the wind and wave conditions what they were we were
ever so much more vigilant. During the night before we made landfall, a
fierce gale blew and we thought it prudent to just steer in circles until
dawn to avoid any unexpected contact with land, reefs or other vessels.
Finally the sun came up, the weather abated, and we made our way to Sopher's
Hole on the east end of Tortolla. Not, of course, before being pooped (oh
sure we were tired, but this was of the wave breaking over the cockpit
variety of pooped). At last we snag a mooring just as the mist disappears
to reveal a beautiful day.
We are exhilarated to at last be in the Virgins after what was to say the
least a very physical sail! We would love to crash for a well-deserved
rest, but this is the British Virgin Islands and they are strict about the
newly arrived checking in with Customs pronto.
So ... Launch the dinghy! Grab the documents! Jump in! It's a brand new
dinghy. We're not particularly comfortable with it because there's hardly
any freeboard and with a little chop you get wet. But, what the heck.
Let's get in, check in and then get back aboard and to bed.
Start the outboard! Head for shore! Great! But, of course, the outboard
dies midway between Resolute and the Customs dock. Quick! Grab the oars!
Row! Row! Row! Only the current is swift in Sopher's Hole and we
cannot keep ahead of it. Instead of rowing, we now paddle frantically. No
luck! We are being pulled out to sea. Paddle harder and harder still. Aim
for that large catamaran. Come on, come on, come on. We aim well and
manage to grab onto the side. We make it! Phew!
Then ... the sky opens up in a downpour, a typical Caribbean happening. We
are drenched and doing our best to hang onto the now slick and slippery side
of the cat. The dinghy with the questionable freeboard takes some chop and
the rain adds to the water sloshing around our feet. Fortunately our
documents are in a waterproof pouch so no harm comes to them.
The sky clears as quickly as it clouded. We're both soaked and hanging onto
the cat. For some reason my husband gives the pull start a yank and the
outboard miraculously starts. In minutes we are at Customs, dripping
wet and anxious to check in. Unfortunately, Customs has to close up shop
just as we present our documents, because the ferry from the U.S. Virgins
has arrived and clearing those passengers takes precedence over sailboats.
Okay, we'll wait. As my document pouch drips all over the Customs counter,
the Customs agent takes pity on me and offers a small napkin from her desk
to help wipe up the water. I appreciate the gesture, even though it's
obvious I need a large super absorbent bath towel, maybe two.
Customs closes. We wait outside on the veranda watching the ferry
passengers clear in. After about five minutes my husband and I find
ourselves looking into each others eyes. There's a big connect and then
uproarious laughter from the two soggy Americans waiting in front of
Customs. Somewhere in between the snorts and guffaws we resolve to
replace the dinghy and outboard when we get to the U.S. Virgins next week.
"Recall a time when you were in good communication with someone." That's
what it was. My husband and I were in great communication. I am laughing
remembering right now. The frustration from Morse code blew. I resolved to
find a way to get through that Morse code test frustration free. I came up
with a fast way to write down the dots and dashed and then go back and
translate into English. It wasn't pretty, but it sure worked. I passed.
With flying colors, too. I thought I would miss all but one or two letters.
As it turned out I got everything except one or two letters. Wow!
Just wanted to tell you.
Thanks Pat.
(Thanks Ron.)
Regards,
Lynda
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There is an LRH book "Handbook for Preclears" which is
designed for solo auditing even if you have never had any
scientology training or auditing. This is particularly
useful for anyone who is not near a suitable auditor, and
yet would like to start auditing. This can be difficult on
ones own. It can go easier with some guidance.
We can offer remote C/Sing for the processes in this book.
The success story below comes from someone who has been C/Sed
by Pat Krenik, who has been in Scientology since this book
was first published in 1951.
Hi you!
Now, I share with you a win:
Last Friday I mentioned to BB, that I was going to participate on a
"paranormal fair" in a nice Holland town on Sunday. Well, I did it. My
firstone. And it was quite a success.
There were about 50 consultants in every kind of fields, like tarot and
reading palms, auras, etc... There are around 800 interested
'spiritual'
visitors on a day fair like this, which are being held every weekend in
another town. Its not for free. There is entrance fee and a consult is
generally E/$12.5. I also had to pay for renting a table, quite a bit.
I have been off official CofS lines for more than 25 years out of various disagreements with pricing,
policy, and management. Since my first acquaintance with DMSMH I have always looked at Dianetics
and Scientology as a methodology to improve conditions. As a PC and a trained auditor I have
gained considerable certainty on its workability given proper application.
Hi,
Can't really state where this win comed from as I have
been training, reading quite a lot, and running a few
processes. But I had what I consider to be a rather
important win yesterday.