After so many years of following Scientology's rules with the goal of reaching enlightenment, I experienced a realization so difficult to swallow that it was staggering. I was nothing but a shell -- a brittle, hard shell -- of a person. Appearances can be so deceiving. From the outside, I looked pretty good. I worked hard. I was financially successful. I devoted myself to the church. I sold my religion to anyone who was willing to bite. It will fulfill you like nothing else you have ever known! I would say. Yet there was nothing inside of me. Nothing. I was taught to feel nothing. By conforming, by doing what others did merely because they did it, I had paved the way, in the words of Virginia Woolf, for a lethargy that "steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul." I had become "all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent."
-- Michelle LeClair, Perfectly Clear, p. 278
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Virginia Woolf:
I suppose that I did for myself what psycho-analysts do for their patients. I expressed some very long felt and deeply felt emotion. And in expressing it I explained it and then laid it to rest.
Moments of Being, p. 81
Moments of Being, p. 81
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