Holiday Flash Raid in Clearwater My first trip into the belly of the beast. Thanks to AMA2 for taking time out to show an out of towner around. I have to say that walking around in mecca was a little creepy. There is a sense of saddness and melancholy that hangs thick in the air and follows you around there along with OSA. You'd think the place would be full of happy people enjoying their mission to clear the planet. The way it feels there, umm, not so much. The local scns seemed very interested in the new anon. I got quite a few disturbed looks from them, which I replied to with a big smile and a chipper anon " hai". We chatted on the corner by the bungalows were Lisa McPherson was held for a bit, watched by someone in a white car who appeared to be fliming us. I waved cause that's just what I do. We were followed and watched pretty much the entire time we were there, which of course made me giggle. Wonder if they know how much enjoyment they give us when they do that? If you're reading this blue truck lady you should lrn2stealth better. The Supah Powers building is huge, but not so supah and appears to be no where near finished. I got some intel from a local who has been inside recently who tells me that the it seems to be designed to make it difficult to get out. My tour included Gas Light Park and the old office of the McPherson Trust. By the office is a thick white line on the street and another just like it a little further down. It was to mark the places that were covered by the restraining order and if I understand correctly the trust people couldn't go past it. Hearing about it is one thing, standing there and seeing it really brings this struggle home. I am not accustomed to the free roaming sea org. In my town they don't come out when we protest. Sometimes they were herded quickly away when they saw us coming, others they tried to look away, sometimes they would round a corner, see us, turn tail and run or cross the street to avoid us. Every so often they would keep coming and a few even made eye contact. One of them gave me a look when I smiled at them that stayed with me into that evening. It wasn't fear, but something else entirely. There were young sea org, middle age sea org but what struck me was some of the old sea org. We watched a small, frail, bent over old woman trying to scurry across the street and it really bothered me. What kind of life do these people have? All and all it was a great raid. Fun, interesting, disturbing and lulzy all at the same time. If I ever lose sight of why I am involved all I need to do is think back on this day. BTW, Mr. Miscavige We Run This! You little fucker.