Let Me Be Perfectly Clear
Jason Beghe, a Scientologist for fourteen years, speaks his mind about his disdain for Scientology. Like raising the number of missions in Catch-22, Jason contends that Scientology moves the bar on one of its most elusive goals: being "clear." To be fair, if Judeo-Christianity first popped up in the 1950s it would be hard-pressed to declare spiritual hegemony, here in the United States or anywhere else. Literal interpretations of mythological constructs don't perform well in front of cameras or microphones, except as theater, and even then you have to buy your own popcorn...
When it comes to Scientology I admit that I am biased against it. I find it to be an example of bad fiction made into a "chase your tail" siphon of its adherents money, as if a comatose Kilgore Trout were crossed with mayonnaise and a dying nine volt battery. Toss in an ever elusive brass ring (the golden carrot of being "clear") that is dangled in front of a believer's nose and you have a cash cow that squirts a steady stream of manna-droplets into its coffers. Pay to play, pay to be enlightened...and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words `DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters.
Instead of giving away money to achieve transcendent tantalusism, I suggest listening to Silard Somerjay instead. All clear!