I went home to New Jersey and when I got home, there was a big pile of mail waiting for me from Churches of Scientology that I had obviously missed out on while I was away. My parents did not want to throw it away until I had seen it. There was mail there from Flag where I had been on course at and they sent the mail to my house in New Jersey instead of up the street from Flag where I lived for 3 years.

     I called the churches that wrote me one at a time to close my accounts and get off their contact lists. I discovered in the process money missing from my accounts in New York at Saint Hill and at Flag.

     I had my Saint Hill statement and I thought it was odd that it said my balance there had been transferred to Flag before I got there. I called the Saint Hill to inquire about it. At first the treasurer said he was not 100% sure. So, I said I will call Flag and have them send you my statement so we can locate the transfer. He suddenly co-operated and put the money back in the account. I spent it, brought the account to a $0.00 balance and then asked them to please not ever contact me again. I had similar results with the Advanced Org.

     I called Flag to speak to a guy named Christian that was my registrar there and Kitti Kahn Georgius got on the phone. She told me she didn't work there anymore and hung up. She called me at home afterwards and said to get in touch with Howard Rower's ex-mistress Kathy Boyle at the Teaneck, New Jersey mission and see if she could help me or buy a group of recorded L. Ron Hubbard lectures called the "Anatomy of Man Congress".

     I called the New York Foundation about my account and was put through to Raymond Baiardi. He yelled "Oh! Hi crazy!" and hung up the phone. I called back and he said "Is this about your PTS Type III declare or something? Man, why you don't just fuck off?" and hung up. I called back to speak to someone else and reached a guy named Floyd in the Treasury. He started screaming at me in the phone. And when I say screaming, I want to qualify this, I mean screaming. He said he resented me insisting that money was missing from my account and hung up when he was all done shouting. I did not call back.

     I called the New York Day and spoke to the treasurer Donna. She found my records going all the way back to the 1980's and said to come in so I did. I used up the money in the account and because of her integrity I did not feel like telling her or her church to never contact me again. She said that any problems I was having with my Foundation account I would have to take up with the Foundation staff separately because she had no control over those accounts.

     I called back the New York Foundation and was put through to a guy named Frank who was the Director of Inspections and Reports. I also spoke to Frank's wife who was the Deputy Executive Director. The both of them told me that they would look into the matter and it would get resolved. However, Frank told me that Raymond Baiardi had reported to him that I was a deranged person that calls the church insisting I have an account there but that Frank should look into the matter anyway just in case he does turn anything up. About 2 weeks later Frank called back to say he could not locate my records anywhere. He referred me to Guillaume Lesevre the International Executive Director of Scientology to whom I wrote and explained the problem including that Raymond Baiardi had given me written invoices for these donations. I was never answered back.

     On Halloween 1993 I was in a restaurant in town with my mother and a New York Foundation staff member named Jennifer McDonald Cox came in.

     On March 13, 1994 {L. Ron Hubbard's birthday} Raymond Baiardi called me from the church in New York where Jennifer McDonald Cox worked. He asked me to come in and see him about 4:00 p.m. that afternoon about my account. So I said OK. I got there a few minutes early, told the receptionist my name and who I was there to see, I signed the guest book at the front desk, she called Raymond and he told her to send me upstairs to his office on the second floor. So it is not like as if I stormed the building or anything. He was all alone at first. I wanted to know how much money was left in the account and he said "Wait a minute. I don't remember this. My recall is not that good." I said "Well it ought to be because you are the one that called me to come here." He did not want to talk any more and walked back to his desk.

     I started to walk out the door and 2 guys came running into the room. They both looked at me and then one of them ran off down the hall while the other one stayed blocking the door. The guy in front of the door said "I think you should leave" I said "I was just about to" and he said "I meant right NOW motherfucker!" I started walking past him to get to the door and he dropped a folder he had in his hand on the floor, pushed me and then leaped at me placing both of his hands around my neck so that I fell backwards and my head smashed into the front of a desk behind me. He dragged me with both of his hands around my neck to the floor in front of the desk and climbed on my chest and pressed his knee against my throat pinning my shoulders to the floor with his hands. He just kept screaming over and over at me "Shut the fuck up!" About a minute later the guy that ran away down the hall came back and sat on my legs laughing. They held me for a few minutes and then Raymond walked over to the window said something to them and they let me up. I walked out of the building and there was a police car outside. 2 Officers exited the vehicle and approached me and asked me what happened. I told them and they pointed out to me that my hand and the back of my head were bleeding and then I noticed some of my clothes were torn. They told me to wait there while they went and heard what the Scientologists had to say because they are the ones who called the police. 8 Scientologists surrounded the police and started talking to them all at once. Both of the officers came out and one of them told me I was not in any kind of trouble and that he wanted me to go to the emergency room and make sure I was OK. He said the city would pay for the ambulance and they did. The officer gave me the address of the proper police precinct for that area of town to go to after I got out of the emergency room and instructed me to speak to a detective there and press charges against the Scientologists. And that is exactly what I did. My health insurance company paid for the emergency room fee. So after I filed charges against Raymond Baiardi at the church I had one year in which to pursue the matter in a criminal court and 5 years in which to file a civil suit. It should not come as a surprise that even though the Scientologists are the ones who called 911 that day to report a staff member being attacked by a crazy person, most likely they meant me, no one at the church ever followed up to the authorities with any kind of formal complaint on the matter that they thought to notify the police of that day.

© 2009 Lawrence Toomajan