The church of Scientology promised her a cure for dyslexia using Tom Cruise as an example. Instead, she had 18 years of her life and her sanity ripped away.
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Jane contacted me and said "I am at my wits end and don't know what to do. I have never exposed these crimes. Besides this they also owe me about 200 Thousand Rand which they refuse to refund."
She goes on to say "I, live in Cape Town, and am the 62-year old mother of a 40-year old severely dyslexic daughter Janine, (which disability leaves her functionally illiterate and innumerate and which has increased in severity after being trapped in the cult for 18 years, without life-or work experience, despite the fact that she has mostly spent all of that time on paid services.)"
I asked Jane about her experience in Scientology. She told me, "I was in for 12 months. I met David Miscavige at St hill. That did it – I was not in for years and years thus not a blind 'follower'. That was way back in 1993, but my daughter was stuck in the cult for all these years, until June 2009, when she literally fled in terror one night, from her marital home, taking her 6 year old daughter with her. Since 1993 I kept a low profile to prevent disconnection. I thought that the ‘weirdness’ that I detected in the cult, was unique to my family. I only really found out (that my family was not alone in this boat) in July 2009, when I connected to the Internet to search for the email address of ‘The International Justice Chief’’ – but I found more than what I bargained for when I typed into Google ‘Justice / Scientology’.
I asked her to tell me about Janine. She responded:
"She is currently separated from her husband (Ian Nel, a Patron who lives in Johannesburg with his girlfriend). Janine is a gentle, trusting soul, but I can testify to the most shocking abuse of my disabled daughter – information that came to my attention since 2009, and especially last year – just before my daughter eventually succumbed under the stressors of 4 years – of being ‘fair gamed’ which lead to her having a devastating nervous breakdown in August 2012, from which she has not yet recovered. If she was still ‘on lines’ when this happened – I know without a shadow of doubt she would have suffered the same fate as Lisa McPherson. I stood by her side in hospital, day and night and at a moment’s notice as she was hospitalized for four months.
I am now the voice for my daughter, of her extreme abuse in the hands of the cult and her Patron husband. A life not lived. At nineteen, my daughter’s life, and her dreams ended in reality, as she was kept under the complete life and mind control – of this Multi-National Corporation trading it’s ‘Science of the mind’ services here in SA."
She wrote the following to another friend, X-Women radio show host Colleen aka Sautez, online:
At the age of 19, I enrolled my daughter at the “Dianetics Centre’ (not knowing it was the Church of Scientology in disguise) – to be cured of dyslexia. At the time, I was assured that Tom Cruise was cured of the same disability by the Church. My daughter remained ‘on lines’ mostly full time for the past 18 years, which in the end became a desperate bid for her to become ‘clear’ – to be acceptable as a human being to her husband (of 15 years) as her 'state of clear' – had become his pre-requisite for him to treat her, or to consider her as ‘a proper wife’.
She begged me to help her financially, to go clear – and in Jan. 2009 I paid for her to have 156 hours of NED auditing in Cape Town, and she came the thousand miles from Johannesburg to receive these services in Cape Town. Her husband demanded a divorce, as he had met a new woman. She was devastated and begged the church of Scientology to help her.
Once on PAID SERVICES in Cape Town – instead of administering the paid for auditing services to her, (to go ‘clear’) she was put on 'ethics handlings'. Her crime? She communicated. After an absence form Cape Town of two and a half years, people greeted her with 'how are you Janine.' And her answer was to the effect, of 'not well, my heart has been ripped out, my husband is committing adultery, and I am here for auditing to fix up the scene.' The 'ethics handlings' carried on for three months, and she was amongst other things required to paint the church's doors and windows – whilst her life fell apart. Not once was she given one hour's worth of counseling to help her overcome her emotional distress during the entire three months.
Thus done so, Janine became trapped by the church in Cape Town painting walls – whilst the new woman shared her marital bed back home. By the end of March, she was allowed to go home to fetch her child back into her care, after agreeing to the divorce. She wrote to the church in Johannesburg, asking for help to get protection, as she was afraid of her husband. Instead of help, the Church of Scientology pulled quite a few strings to cater for her husband’s wishes not to let Janine recover her child back into her care, to Janine’s horror and really no understanding of legal process or her civil or even human rights being violated – the crunch came when her eternity was threatened if she did not sign ‘holiday papers’ in her husband’s favor for their child. The latter papers came to light to have been ‘primary custody papers' that Janine being dyslexic, signed under duress.
After 18 years, my daughter was left homeless, stripped of the right to be her child’s mother, and having lived in a bubble for 18 years – she has no life experience or any work experience, and still dyslexic, which disability leaves her unable to express herself in writing or to work with numbers.
Note: I have written this poem as a dedication by Janine to her daughter, after the child was literally taken from her arms, by Urgent High Court Order – obtained by her Patron husband – based on deceit, lies, make-believe-scenarios’, insinuations, and by slandering Janine’s name. Janine did not have money to defend herself in the High Court, and this was also the last time, that Janine could be a mother to her own six year old child. Her daughter is now ten and a half years old.
I love you little girl, more than words can say
And each day I pray
That you will be returned to me one day.
We were together, only a fleeting few years
When Sacred Malice decreed
and the Church of Scientology took you away
You were torn out of my arms indeed
But not from my heart and I have cried so many tears
My heart ripped open by Sacred Betrayal, decreed that I had no say.
Terrified and numbed I could not speak
Of this a most Sacred evil deed.
Gripped in a Sacred Vice, years turned into more years
My little girl, we had only fleeting moments to play
As mommy had a Sacred Study at night and day
To become Clear for daddy to consider me okay.
But – It was not to be
On that day when he replaced me with another she
A Sacred Patron with Money was he
The one with nothing but dyslexia was me
And the Sacred Stat calculated my fate conspired to be
In whispered Sacred betrayal that I was never to see
My little girl or her mommy continued to be.
Now that you are gone
Remember your blood is running through my veins
And for a wisp in time
Your little star could shine
Little princess of mine
When we were as one
Reading stories each night
Of adventures and little Bo Beep
Until drifting off to sleep
I kissed you on your cheek
before I turned off the light
and you said ‘love you mummy, nite-nite.’
Little princess of mine
I can't turn back the hands of time
Although you live a thousand miles away
you will forever live in my heart every day.
I still talk to you
I ask the angels to watch over you
And wonder if their wings you hear
Sometimes I feel you so very near
I listen to you whisper in my ear
‘Mommy I love you”
Even in my dreams I talk to you I do
And I can put my arms around you
And wipe away those tears
When you sob for your mommy I have been told
And beg to see me to have and to hold.
How can I say good-bye my little Trin-trin?
I am your mommy and my life is with you
I have nothing else to give you – but my love
It is for you and is yours to keep.
I ask the angels to take my place to keep you night and day
To watch over you when you sleep
And put that last kiss upon your cheek.
I love you my little girl – more than words can say.
Won't you please help?