11/30/2011

I’ve Got Some News!

Since I posted the results of a cat scan I’d gotten three weeks after completing chemo treatments at the end of September, I’ve been on a kind of “break” from it all. There was yet another imaging test I needed to take to verify there were no tumors left in my spinal area. I had to wait until 6 weeks had passed since my last chemo treatment before I could take the test. I took that test on 11 November, and got the results back on 28 Nov.

Prior to my ordeal with cancer, I’d had little to no direct contact with anyone who had the disease. There was one friend I knew and had direct contact with who had been treated for prostate cancer. He didn’t really talk about it much and his condition did not prevent him from continuing his job as a tractor-trailer operator. Like everyone else I know, Paul kept his illness private. The practice of not talking about a serious illness (like cancer) beyond immediate family seems to be part of the culture.

To many times I’ve find out someone was sick after they were dead! I know I’ve gone to a funeral or two and heard people say they didn’t even know the deceased person was ill.

I have my fair share of friends and people I know. It’s been interesting to observe their reaction to my illness. Sometimes, when I would talk to a friend about my illness the person would just get all quiet. When they did speak they’d whisper. I could see and feel the fear my friends felt for me. There is a feeling of loss associated with finding out someone you know and have love for is seriously ill. In most cases there is nothing the person finding out can do to change the condition of the friend and loved one. There may be a feeling of helplessness that can evoke uncomfortable emotions. No matter how great your day or life may be going, bad news can be very disarming and has the potential of “changing” everything on an emotional level.

Well I guess we all know I am not a person that decided to hide my illness. And it was not my intention to go so public with it either. Like others who have gone on to write a book, I was in the process of writing and publishing my book as a blog. In March of 2011, I started posting “chapters” of my book once a month. As the story unwound, it became easier for me to write raw like that. The story seemed to take on a life of its own. I was just the person assembling the information and doing the typing if that makes sense. I was halfway through the story. Then I became ill with what I’d later learn was a super aggressive form of non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma cancer and it was in an advanced stage.
The story itself was gaining traction beginning with the first chapter. In case you missed it, here’s the link:

http://princejesse53.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-back-in-saddle-again.html

I got a lot of encouragement from friends and people that I didn’t know to continue to write and I did. Some people were impatiently waiting for and demanding the next chapter before I could get them out and that felt great. When I got ill, that ended the writing.

As soon as I could I had to explain why I had not written in a while to people who were following the story and I did:

http://princejesse53.blogspot.com/2011_07_01_archive.html

That is how and why my ordeal became so public. After all of that huge distraction I’m getting back to writing the story again. I’d planned on writing maybe two books, but one book is all it will take. The first part of the book is done. The second part of the book will be about the last four years of dead L Ron’s life. No one so far has written anything about that and that’s where I’m going with it for all the reasons mentioned at the end of the final chapter I’d written. Here it is in case you missed it:

http://princejesse53.blogspot.com/2011/04/finale-here-it-is-for-you-now.html

Seven months have passed since I’ve actually written anything about the story itself.

This brings me back to letting you know the results of the last imaging procedure I had to look for any remnant tumors in my spine, lungs or any of the areas affected by the cancer. The results came back negative. There are no remnant tumors and the cancer is in full remission.
My Oncologist is a down to earth type of person and she’s been a tremendous help to me. She is also very modest. As she gave me the news of the cancer being in full remission she got that look on her face again that I take for modesty. She told me out of all of the case files she has access to concerning my type of cancer, no one had made a complete recovery after 6 chemo treatments like I had, given how advanced the disease was when I was finally diagnosed . She just looked at me and said God loves you and is your friend. Until that point, she’d never expressed any religious or faith based opinion about my treatment.

November, 28 is when I was told the results from the second more thorough imaging test done 6 weeks after my final chemo treatment. Again, no tumors were in evidence so I am in the recovery phase of my treatment. Now I’m in the process of recovering from the chemo process itself as well as the cancer. I can now begin my physical therapy in Ernst to recover my strength. I really miss the physical strength I use to have and can hardly wait for it to return.

So that’s the current news about all that. There are only a couple of issues that I want to tell you about before moving on and I’ll try to be as brief as possible.

As a result of this experience I have a new overview of my life. A major paradigm shift in my thinking has occurred. On or about the second or third day after I was admitted in the hospital I had a death experience. Everything seemed to happen just as I’d read about in books or seen on TV. I detached from and then turned around and saw my sick body lying in the bed looking awful. A great and peaceful spirit came and guided me through what seemed to be a tunnel with a point of light at the end of it. I was given an opportunity to review the life I’d lived so far in the presence and comfort of the great and peaceful spirit.

At the time I didn’t know how to address or what to call this Great Spirit that just radiated love and peace. The Great Spirit let me know the question of whom and what it was was the least of my immediate concerns and that issue would be dealt with at a later point. In that moment I felt all of my routines, all of my obligations and “Now I suppose to’s” began to melt and fade away from me. I experience clarity of consciousness that I’d never had but somehow it was oddly familiar. Please have mercy on me with trying to explain in words what happened because I don’t think there are words to describe it, you just have to be there and see it to know it.
I could go on and on about that and maybe I will. I’m certain the right course for me now is to complete the book project to the best of my ability. I’ll end by saying this about that. I know without question this was no dream, or drug induced hallucination.

This was the beginning of an actual relationship with an all knowing and loving peaceful spirit that is with me to this day. I’m certain this was no hallucination or onetime event because of the way my life began change and is still changing.

What happened next manifested as the raw materials that make dreams come true and brings me to my second point. Angels and Saints came to aid and comfort me, I’ll try to explain who these Angels and Saints are in the order and sequence they manifested.

Last May as the illness began to take hold I was pretty much bed ridden. I had no idea that cancer was overtaking my spine and nervous system. Normally, I work at the US Postal Service here in Chicago. I was about to begin again in September but this was no longer an option. I was on unemployment barely making it as it was.

Then I was in the hospital ready to be dead. I had no health insurance and no life insurance. I couldn’t even afford to die, WTF! Time moved on anyway and I learned to appreciate life on a daily basis for what seems like a very long time.

My brother Ron Prince came to my rescue and took care of me on a daily basis in every way. I’m not married and I was not in any real relationship with anyone else so he picked up the slack. He made sure I ate every day, helped me to start walking again and took me to every doctor’s appointment I needed to go to until I got better months later. Ron is my younger brother so this was a humbling experience for me and I am more than grateful for his kindness.

My daughter Cleo came to my rescue while I was in the hospital and afterwards as well. She was there for my first surgery (biopsy of a cancer tumor in my spine) and physically held me while it was done. She had to drive for hours to get to Chicago to do all of this. She took over as my legal caretaker at the hospital and worked with my doctors to make decisions I couldn’t make for myself. She brought her mother and my grandchildren to see me while I was bedridden in the hospital. As a result we have all grown much closer as humans and as a family and for this I am so grateful and thankful beyond words.

As part of the last chapter I’d written for my book, I’d asked for donations to help me complete the project. After being hospitalized for three weeks, then coming home I was unable to sit in a chair for weeks. One day as I was practicing sitting in a chair I quickly checked my email messages. To my shock and amazement someone had sent me a nice size donation and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Paraphrased, the person said here is something to help with these difficult times. I’ve read about you for some time and appreciate the work you have done to help others.

I thought, maybe this has to be someone that I know but I didn’t know who it could be. I didn’t ask any direct questions because I felt that would be disrespectful to the person who was giving. I thanked the person as best I could. At the time I was getting my second chemo treatment and I told the person about my treatment schedule. From that point forward when I’d get home from having chemo for hours I’d come home and just sleep for a day or two. Before I’d go to bed, I’d check my email and every time on the day of my treatment that person sent me the same amount to help with the bills that were piling up and my special needs. This made water fly out of my eyes every time in gratitude and humility.

This was a perfect way to teach me something about unconditional love and responsibility. I’m still learning from it. As it turns out, it’s a person I’ve never physically met before or known anything about, a perfect stranger to me. We have since shared more information with each other and for me it’s starting to feel like a friend I’ve known for a long, long time. This person has helped make a huge difference in my recovery.

On a personal level, I think this person knows how much I appreciate the help so I’m not writing here to convince them of anything. I’m writing this so that everyone else who has been with me during these difficult times knows that I am not alone and have not been alone in this battle. In my life, I’ve only known one other person that could afford to be as kind to me as this person is and his name was Bob Minton. As we all know, Bob was killed for his kindness so I have no intention of putting that person out there by name.

I won’t belabor how horrible it feels to go through chemo treatments but its damn painful and not a pretty sight to behold. Towards the end of my chemo another Angel came and helped me so much. Her name is Shelia Hueber!
Sheila came to me all the way from Australia and selflessly helped nursed me back to health. Sheila is an actual nurse! I say selflessly because she came back to America to act as a nurse to her mother who was terminally ill with inoperable lung and brain cancer. Shelia and one of her sisters acted as on sight nurses for their mother’s end of life care. Sheila and her sister would divide the week between them. During the days that Sheila had off, she would drive two hours to come and see me and stay for a day or two.

Shelia and I first met in 1977. She was a 16 year old girl assigned to the PAC RPF with me and 180 others. We talked about this and she reminded me of things I’d long forgotten. During the renovation of Big Blue (Scientology building complex in LA) I ran a crew of other’s who did the actual internal construction, primarily building walls and such. Sheila told my brother and friends that I was some sort of mason when it came to construction and how I’d teach others the trade. I remember her as being a loud ball of energy and she’d climb up just about anything. She reminded me that my nick name for her was “little Monkey!”

Sheila said she remembered me as a guy with big muscles that could get things done. What a shock it was for her to see me as skin and bones with no hair barely able to walk. She never even blinked. She took me and fed me and helped me to start walking again.

I can’t remember how many times Sheila drove the two hours to and from my apartment. I do remember her driving me to my doctor’s appointments more than once. Sheila was the person that took me to my first appointment to get a cat scan to see if my tumors were gone.

Sheila made me get up and take her to a Blues Club here in Chicago and we did that a couple of times. We’d go to different restaurants trying to find food that I could taste and enjoy. She’d just take over when she’d come over and had everyone admiring her where I live. I didn’t know Sheila had skills with the Tarot cards and she did a lot of readings.

Sheila’s mother passed and it was time for her to go back home to Australia. That’s the way I’ll tell it anyway but she was magnificent to me and made me feel good about myself when I was at an extreme low. I am so grateful for the love she showed me and shared with me, it helped to bring me back to life. Thank you my Sheila.

So during the worst of it I always had family and friends nearby on a regular basis. One person I’ll mention is Jon Horwich. I met Jon in the early 80’s during my time at Golden Era Productions (Scientology facility in Hemet, CA). Jon’s father-in-law was dead L Ron. Jon is the only other person from that era that lives in Chicago. Jon is a great friend and I’m happy to have him around.

Another old friend came to see me while I was in the middle of my chemo treatment, Bill Dendui. I first met Bill in 1979. I was walking down the street. I was not running I was walking, eating a tuna fish sandwich when I heard the voice of God… That line is part of a monologue Richard Prior did describing when he first met God. I believe it’s from Richards performance from his ground breaking comedy album “That Nigga’s Crazy!” I’d listened to it so many times that I’d memorized most of it.
In the spring of 1979, I was transferred from Scientology Big Blue in Los Angeles to a Scientology facility in Florida known as the “Flag Land Base”. Bill was a Messenger of dead L Ron which in Scientology world was analogous to angels as messengers of the Christian God and that’s not a stage joke, in Scientology world.

Dead L Ron’s Messengers and Messenger Organizations were feared and revered in Scientology world. Bill was Messenger and he came to see me. I was the Internship Supervisor of all Flag auditor’s in training. Bill wanted priority consideration for getting the other Messengers in his organization auditing from the interns. Oh he also had to explain all his power and authority to me too! We were the same age and come to find out, we both had memorized that Richard Prior album. We would laugh ourselves to tears repeating that crazy ass monologue. Then we’d laugh about the crazy ass women we were married to and the crazy ass people we had to work for. If only for a while, Richard Prior’s comedy could suspend and disarm Scientology world completely.

Over the years we became good friends, got new wives and new jobs from Florida to the “secret” Scientology world located in Hemet, CA. Again, come to find out things only got stranger and worst. My final point about Bill is this; we never turned on or disowned one another for Scientology or dead L Ron’s sake. God knows we were tested but we never let our personal friendship diminish I guess in part because we were so much alike.
I hadn’t seen Bill since I left Scientology in 1992, but we’d talked on the phone. When Bill came to see me I was pretty much bed ridden and physically depleted which I know was a shock to him. We laughed and talked as if no time had passed at all and that really sent my spirit flying. Bill coming to visit meant a lot to me.

About two months after Bill’s visit, he suffered a stroke that left him injured. Bill spent some time in the hospital and physical therapy has not been easy for him. As soon as I could I went to visit him at his home in Los Vegas. I posted pictures of that meeting on my facebook page. Bill is on his way back and he’s doing fine.

Besides all the locals that keep me company, I had another old friend Brian Haney came to check up on me. Brian has always been a true friend to me. He is one of the first to get me out of my bed and out trying to eat and do things. It was a blessing to hang out with him for a day.
The final and equally important factor that got me through the tribulation was all of the people that contacted me via snail mail, email, phone and facebook. Because of the injury to my spine it has taken awhile for me to be able to sit comfortably in a chair. I had to relearn how to sit in the least amount of pain if you can imagine that. I used facebook as a connection to the outside world beyond my bedroom door.

There were hundreds of people that took the time to wish me well or be kind in some way. Many said they were saying prayers for me. Call me crazy, but all the love people were sending me manifested as a presence that never left me lonely. I’ve been reading some material about the power of concentrated thought and I’m learning about the power that can be generated using thought alone.

So that’s an up-to-date from me. I’m spending my time recovering and it takes time. For some reason I seem to think I can do anything I want to, then reality sets in and I sit by ass down somewhere for a while. In a way, I feel so lucky having cheated death the way I did, hope he’s not to mad about it.

I also want to mention that I got a really nice message of support from Marty Rathbun’s wife, Monique right from the beginning. She offered assistance from her and Marty despite our differences of opinion. This was an excellent gesture on the part of the Rathbun’s and I thanked them for the kind consideration.

So I’m going through what I’ve written so far and editing it. I’ve figured out a title for the book. I’m going to call it “The Expert” because I alone hold the distinction of testifying in a court of law as an expert on the subject of Scientology while I was in it and I continued to hold that distinction as an expert about Scientology after I left the movement in court rooms from Florida to California.

I know I’ve been saying it and saying it, but what I have coming for you will not disappoint. I’m still trying to process all that has happened in the last 6 months. I do still not understand how all that getting real sick and then getting real well in such a short amount of time happened. There are many more people that I could mention and thank for their help and encouragement but the fact of the matter is I’m just tired of writing about it now.

As I go through with completing the story, I’ll continue to write on my blog as well just to stay in touch and talk about something else besides Scientology sometime. There is so much excitement in the world and I want to join the discussion!

Thank you all so much for the support and I’m really looking forward to sharing this New Year with all who visit here.

Happy New Year to all,
Jesse Prince
December 30, 2011

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Please be warned and advised that my email address: prince_jesse53@yahoo.com was hacked overnight. Although I've recovered the address, this has not been fully repaired yet, so please do not send any personal emails to me at that address any more. Those who need to reach me can do so on ESMB.net, Facebook or here at my blog. Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Jesse Prince

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Jesse Prince-I'm Coming Back ..

Yesterday, my daughter and brother went with me to my Oncologist appt to go over the results of my recent cat scan and I was hit with two big surprises.

My first huge surprise came when my Dr. revealed the extent of the cancer tumors I’d had throughout my body. The Dr. told me that I’d had tumors on my tonsils, liver, kidney, spleen, chest, under my arms, and in my groin area. This is when I discovered that no one really expected me to live through the treatment. I never knew the extent of the cancer – my doctors had only discussed the details with my brother and  daughter who kept the distressing truth to themselves - that things did not look good for me at all.  All I knew up until then was that I had Stage Four cancer in my spinal and groin area.

The next huge surprise came when my Dr. told me that the tumors were all gone! All areas came back clean. Just looking at the expression on my Oncologist’s face as she told me showed me how shocked and delighted she was with the results herself. When she was telling me the tumors were gone she did it in a very dramatic way that actually surprised me!

I thanked her for getting me through the ordeal and back to health but she insisted that she did nothing personally to get those results. She insisted that she did not “cure” me. It was her contention that whatever I was doing at home during my treatment was the real cause of my healing. I thought about this later because I could tell the Oncologist was being sincere as opposed to just being modest about the whole thing. I knew I couldn’t think of anything in particular that I’ve done to get such a result.  So as I thought about it, I began to remember all of the prayers, love and support I’ve been receiving from hundreds of people from around the world. I thought about the times when I was so ill and weak I couldn’t even talk. It was during these times that God would come to me and sit with me and just talk and hang around so that I was not alone ever.

 I suddenly felt exhausted. I have been fighting for my life for months and now I knew I’d be okay. As the weight of the battle began to melt I wept for the first time. I wept not in sadness or fear. I wept in gratitude for surviving and my life has new meaning.

There is one more test to verify the cancer that was in my spine is in full remission, however it is too early to get that done. I have to wait at least six weeks after the final chemo treatment before I can get that test, which is scheduled for mid Nov.

The other not so good news is I’ve developed another fracture in my spine due to the amount of bone deterioration from the chemo process. I have a neck and back brace that my Dr. wants me to wear for the next two months anyway just to prevent further damage. Due to a side effect from the chemo I’ve had no appetite at all so have a problem with weight right now. This is affecting my recovery as I’ve been undernourished.

To get the daily nutrition I need, I now drink six bottles of “Ensure” a day, which my sweet daughter, Cleo insisted on buying for me. I think in the next week or two I’ll be able to put more food in my mouth and have an appetite. 

Throughout the chemo process I’ve constantly thought about procuring the documentation and information I need to complete my book. I was not able to write and do chemo at the same time but I have been preparing as best I could. I sent an email earlier about people who are willing to support my effort to complete my book. This in itself is a blessing and for sure will add to the quality of the project.

I still have issues with my spine in that I have a new fracture since this whole thing started and my Dr. describes my spine as being more cheese-like than bone. While I work on making sure I have proper nourishment and give my bones a chance to recover, I am unable to lift more than 5 lbs at a time.

My younger brother has been there for me since I became ill. When I was bedridden, he cooked and cleaned and helped me be clean the entire time. He has taken me to every appointment I needed to go to and generally has been my private angel. He knows what I need and he knows how to take care of me while I recover. And now, I’m finally through this and ready to go on again.

I’ve spent a lot of time lying on my back in pain, and then I was able to get up for short periods of time. I’d use the time when I could get up to play music on Facebook. I also used Facebook to let people know how I was doing from time to time. I just want you guys to know I am forever grateful for all of the love, hope and prayers sent to me by people out there. I really do think that together as one love we made a difference for an individual. This time that individual turned out to be me.

I say this to make the point that Facebook was as complicated as I was able to handle at the time. I really have been patient and waited for the day that I could post something on EXScn.net. So here it is, posted here first. Again I thank you all for your love, prayers and words of encouragement throughout my tribulation. You know  I love you all very much.

Jesse Prince

Critical Update

Critical Update

Wow, these three letters perfectly describe my thoughts and emotions since I completed and released the “Finale” of my first book on April 27, 2011. I remember the relief from getting that part of the story out of my system and into the world. I can’t think of many things I’ve done in my life that was as difficult for me to produce and complete. My body felt drained and exhausted so I thought I’d take a week off just to recover and get my spirit juices going again for round two. By the way I’m trying real hard here not to make run on and on paragraphs!

Within a week of writing that final chapter I began to feel ill. I felt an increasing pain in by back that didn’t want to go away. I tried self medicating and healing to no avail. After two weeks of this growing pain I found all I could do is lay in bed in the fetal position. May 16, 2011 was the first time I went to Emergency at the University of Chicago hospital. They did several tests and informed me that I had the “Aides virus”. To say I was shocked by the news is a total understatement. I stayed in the hospital until the complete test results came back and was informed that I DID NOT have the Aides virus. This was a relief but I still felt very ill and wanted to know what was wrong with me.

Next, this same doctor diagnosed me as having Syphilis or Gonorrhea, but the test to confirm this new diagnosis would take a few days, so I waited. In the meantime I was given pain medication (hydrocodone) and sent home.

May 26, 2011, I went back to the same Emergency hospital and was in extreme pain. I was informed the test for syphilis and gonorrhea both came back negative and they didn’t know what was wrong with me. I went to a different hospital the next day only to just get more pain medication. By this time I had to have the pain medication just to maintain some level of sanity because of the pain.

A friend suggested that I go to Cook County hospital because this was supposed to be the best hospital in town. I went there the first time and they did some test and sent me home with more pain medication. In less than a week I could feel my life slipping away from me and I went back to Cook County and begged them to please find out what was wrong with me. It was then they discovered that I was in stage 4 Lymphoma cancer that primarily had attached to the bones in my spine. I was admitted immediately and a team of seven doctors began to work on my case.

Within 48 hours of being admitted, I began to receive chemo therapy for the cancer. I received several MRI’s and Cat scans and finally the pain started to leave me. The cancer had primarily attached to the bones in my neck and spine where the majority of the tumors are located. I was fitted with special neck and back braces. My doctors informed me that one wrong move could leave me paralyzed for life. I still have to wear the neck and back brace.

There was a team of seven doctors, (all specialist for this that and the other) that came to visit with me at 8:00am daily. The leader of the doctors was a tall blonde Russian woman. I referred to her as Angelina Jolie! She was stern but very nice and she coordinated all of my scheduled treatments. Another doctor whose first name is Shivi did the first biopsy on my spine. She is a beautiful Indian woman and I just fell in love with her. My first born child Cleo was there to assist with this biopsy and she is my heart and soul.

I also received a second biopsy on a tumor at the base of my neck, just under my chin by another beautiful woman who I though may have been from Japan or something. This one hurt like hell and still hurts to this day! I remember before this illness came down on me I’d sometimes joke and say I know I’m going to hell for the life I’d lived in Scientology. While getting this second biopsy the doctor had to cauterize the wound from the surgery which was right under my nose. After smelling the smoke from my own burning flesh the joke was no longer funny to me and I repented right then and there. 

I was in the hospital for about two weeks. I have smoked cigarettes most of my life and I smoked pot at least 3-4 times a week. As I completed the final chapter “Finale” I’d say I was nearly drinking a 12 pack of beer a day. I’d also become addicted to pain medication.

I remember going through delirium tremors while also going through chemo. I am now proud to say that I overcame all of these addictions at the same time and am totally clean!

This is why I feel so good now and my spirit fly’s high every day. To overcome these addictions means a new physical life for me and I feel as young as a teenager again. The mental clarity I have now makes me feel like I’m almost clairvoyant or something. It’s hard to describe really but I’m loving it like some guilty pleasure.

I checked out of the hospital June 21, 2011 and was glad to be headed home. I share an apartment with my brother Ron. My brother Ron is a guitar player of 40plus years and he’s pretty good at it. I’ve seen with my own eyes people bow down to him at the close of some of his shows because of the spirit he can evoke from his playing. He has a Jimi Hendrix style of playing that he’s perfected since the 70,s. As a matter of fact in 1970, I gave him the album “Band of Gypsies” and told him if he learned to play like that I would buy him the same exact guitar Jimi Hendrix played on that album. The guitar was a 1957 white Stratocaster.  In 1974, I sure had to give him the money to buy that guitar because he was there with his playing skills.

Ron and I have been best friends all of our lives, he is two years younger that I am. He is the best care taker I could ask for and has gotten me off of my back and on my feet during the last few weeks.

Tomorrow I go in for my second round of chemo which I am really looking forward to, no joke. So that’s where things stand medically with me now.

Back when I posted the final chapter to my book one I’d asked for help with finding a publisher who’d be interested in my story. An Annon friend came through in spades in that department and has already sent me edited versions of my story. I’m happy to say I now have the strength to read that now so I plan to devote next week to getting the work done.

As I’ve been recovering my mind is constantly thinking about my second book that will cover the last four years of dead L Ron’s life. When I wrote book one I tried to write it in a balanced way by presenting the facts from as many sources as possible without getting too much into my own opinion. I was lucky in that regard because there was plenty of information out there.

I didn’t write book one with the intent to malign anyone but that didn’t stop me from writing the truth as I know it. Oh there was some blowback and some people didn’t like what I had to say but I am not one to try and rewrite history, just wanted to present the facts.

Writing book 2 in that same style seemed to be more of a challenge as far as having multiple sources to draw from. All that changed as I was able to get the word out on my condition my phone started ringing and ringing. I ended up talking to a family member of David Miscavige that is friendly to me and provided me with information I needed. I also talked to people who grew up under dead L Ron as children who were able to corroborate my experiences of his last four years because they were there with me. Unlike Marty Rathbun and Mike Rinder, these sources are willing to talk and tell the WHOLE truth.

I’ve been chomping at the bit to get writing again but have been unable to sit up to do so for any extended period of time. In the meantime, I’ve just written short messages on facebook.

Anyway, I’m so much better now. My facebook friends have been sending me so much love that I have not had time to feel scared or sorry for myself at all. Since this has happened I have felt a peace and love that’s just been missing in my life for too long.

I’ve now reasoned that because so many people have been sending me so much love, and God is love. I’ve been getting this huge ration of God time in my life, he’s just been here so much lately so thank you for that, and I like it!

I have to write a forward to book one that somehow weaves in the concept that I learned the subject and activities of Scientology is just a gateway organization to a grand assembly of like-minded, well established entities which I will explain and have sufficient proof of.

Because of timing and circumstances, now in this day I am the only person in the world who is willing to tell you about the last four years of dead L Ron’ s life. What was on his mind? What was he doing? Where was he at? How did he die? Why did he die? Since having this illness, people that know I know who were there are willing to corroborate with me have come forward offering to help me tell the story as accurately as possible, a perfect truth.

This is how I feel I can best help those who are still in to consider leaving. Also to help those who were in it to understand what actually happened to them. Everyone will love it because it’s so raw and so true.

Now there you have it, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it! I also needed to create a PayPal account for people to help contribute to this project as written in the last part of the final chapter entitled “Finale, moving forward”.

If you can contribute that would help me to make some moves to get the project done faster and I want you to have it now.

Thank you to those that are taking this journey with me. For far too long I felt this job was pretty thankless. I found out that is so not the case. I have more friends than I can count and I’m grateful for that.

Here is the donate button, press it if you dare!



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Here is the email address associated with the donate button:

prince_jesse53@yahoo.com
I love, loving and being loved so much! I’m back to get the work done.

Jesse Prince

Let Me Show You This ...

Here is a link that my good friend Patricia provided that gives and inside view of how and why the Lisa McPherson Trust was formed. Scientology took that away and we will get it back from them:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3509970396523772585#

Here it is clear who was there doing what so nevermind the naysayers.

This is why I don't fight with those who were involved. I still have my hand at the hole trying to get people out! Now I  have my ex brothers and sisters to work with and the new kids Anonymous! So how about that!

Jesse Prince

We Are Serious About This.....2

Sorry I'd posted the wrong link and I don't know how to remove the incorret one.

Here is the correct link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03VMfjJoP90&feature=feedf