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Authors: Jenna Miscavige Hill
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In addition to daily care, doling out vitamins was a large part of my responsibility. It was my job to make individual vitamin packets for all the kids. Because I knew how to read very well at that point, I learned the definitions of various vitamins and their purposes. It might sound complicated, but in fact it was a lot easier than some of the other materials we were required to read for Scientology. I knew what all the vitamins were and that certain ones, like vitamin A, could be overdosed. I also knew there was some sort of vitamin balance, but I was never sure how to achieve it, so I just did the moderate thing and gave people one of each. The packets I prepared were usually a combination of vitamins A and D, B, C and E, and garlic. On the trace minerals, I just followed the instructions on the bottle. People with colds would get zinc, alfalfa, goldenseal, extra garlic, and echinacea. Before breakfast, I would dump extra vitamin C powder into the orange juice and squirt liquid trace minerals into everyone’s cup.
I was also required to make a special concoction called Cal-Mag for everyone to drink before bed. The Cal-Mag’s formula, first concocted by LRH, consisted of calcium, magnesium, apple-cider vinegar, and boiling water, which would then be cooled down. It was intended to be a clear drink; however, I didn’t know the difference between a tablespoon and a teaspoon, and I would incorrectly add a tablespoon of magnesium instead of a teaspoon, making this already horrible-tasting drink murky and smelling almost exactly like dirty feet. During mealtimes, it was my responsibility to take the meal to anybody who was in isolation.
If someone had a cut, I would clean it with hydrogen peroxide and patch it with a Band-Aid. If it was a hot day, I made sure salt, potassium, and cell salts were available for the kids. If anyone complained of a headache, other ache or fever, I would usually give him an assist. Assists were the special procedures created by LRH that I had been introduced to at the nursery in L.A. They were supposed to help people have better communication with their bodies. In addition to the touch assist that we had done at the nursery, there was also the nerve assist, which was like a very light massage. There were lots of similar assists written by LRH and designed to help people with all sorts of ailments, from colds, fevers, and toothaches to even psychological things, such as bad dreams. In my post as Medical Liasion, I would do as many as I could.
The assists were based on Scientological principles that the Thetan controlled the mind and the body. There were some procedures, like asking a kid to explain his bad dream over and over again, that were supposed to help him get rid of its hold on him. There was also the belief that people got colds because of a loss, so I would ask, “Tell me something you haven’t lost lately?” as a part of the cold assist, reminding them of things they still had. There was a giant handbook that had everything from a toothache assist to a temperature assist.
If it seemed as though someone was more seriously ill, I would tell an adult, and an adult would usually visit isolation to see how things were going. I never went to the doctor the entire time I was at the Ranch. The only time I witnessed a doctor’s visit, I was accompanying a friend who needed stitches, and wound up fainting at the sight of blood. At least once, they did have a nurse come out, and everyone was given the MMR—the measles, mumps, and rubella vaccine.
One rule that was firm, however, was that no matter how sick a kid was, we never used drugs to relieve pain or reduce fever. Drugs were considered bad and weren’t even available. Antibiotics were fine, but you would have to go to the real doctor to get them, which was pretty rare. There were times when I was extremely sick with a high temperature (102 or 103 degrees) to the point of nearly passing out, even vomiting,
In addition to daily care, doling out vitamins was a large part of my responsibility. It was my job to make individual vitamin packets for all the kids. Because I knew how to read very well at that point, I learned the definitions of various vitamins and their purposes. It might sound complicated, but in fact it was a lot easier than some of the other materials we were required to read for Scientology. I knew what all the vitamins were and that certain ones, like vitamin A, could be overdosed. I also knew there was some sort of vitamin balance, but I was never sure how to achieve it, so I just did the moderate thing and gave people one of each. The packets I prepared were usually a combination of vitamins A and D, B, C and E, and garlic. On the trace minerals, I just followed the instructions on the bottle. People with colds would get zinc, alfalfa, goldenseal, extra garlic, and echinacea. Before breakfast, I would dump extra vitamin C powder into the orange juice and squirt liquid trace minerals into everyone’s cup.
I was also required to make a special concoction called Cal-Mag for everyone to drink before bed. The Cal-Mag’s formula, first concocted by LRH, consisted of calcium, magnesium, apple-cider vinegar, and boiling water, which would then be cooled down. It was intended to be a clear drink; however, I didn’t know the difference between a tablespoon and a teaspoon, and I would incorrectly add a tablespoon of magnesium instead of a teaspoon, making this already horrible-tasting drink murky and smelling almost exactly like dirty feet. During mealtimes, it was my responsibility to take the meal to anybody who was in isolation.
If someone had a cut, I would clean it with hydrogen peroxide and patch it with a Band-Aid. If it was a hot day, I made sure salt, potassium, and cell salts were available for the kids. If anyone complained of a headache, other ache or fever, I would usually give him an assist. Assists were the special procedures created by LRH that I had been introduced to at the nursery in L.A. They were supposed to help people have better communication with their bodies. In addition to the touch assist that we had done at the nursery, there was also the nerve assist, which was like a very light massage. There were lots of similar assists written by LRH and designed to help people with all sorts of ailments, from colds, fevers, and toothaches to even psychological things, such as bad dreams. In my post as Medical Liasion, I would do as many as I could.
The assists were based on Scientological principles that the Thetan controlled the mind and the body. There were some procedures, like asking a kid to explain his bad dream over and over again, that were supposed to help him get rid of its hold on him. There was also the belief that people got colds because of a loss, so I would ask, “Tell me something you haven’t lost lately?” as a part of the cold assist, reminding them of things they still had. There was a giant handbook that had everything from a toothache assist to a temperature assist.
If it seemed as though someone was more seriously ill, I would tell an adult, and an adult would usually visit isolation to see how things were going. I never went to the doctor the entire time I was at the Ranch. The only time I witnessed a doctor’s visit, I was accompanying a friend who needed stitches, and wound up fainting at the sight of blood. At least once, they did have a nurse come out, and everyone was given the MMR—the measles, mumps, and rubella vaccine.
One rule that was firm, however, was that no matter how sick a kid was, we never used drugs to relieve pain or reduce fever. Drugs were considered bad and weren’t even available. Antibiotics were fine, but you would have to go to the real doctor to get them, which was pretty rare. There were times when I was extremely sick with a high temperature (102 or 103 degrees) to the point of nearly passing out, even vomiting,
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