Homosexuality is a terrible evil to be charged with, according to the canonical writings of Scientology, although being gay may not be as bad as being a psychiatrist. A shrink is about as bad as a human can be, Hubbard wrote, because he is a terrorist who kills young girls for sexual kicks, murders a dozen patients with an ice pick, castrates a hundred men. Still, to Hubbards way of thinking, homosexuals were almost as dangerous. He decreed that gays should be taken from society as rapidly as possible
for here is the level of contagion of immorality and the destruction of ethics. No social order will survive that does not remove them from its midst.
So much for tolerance from Hubbard, a man who never really died, or so his followers believe. Amazingly, Hubbard merely dematerialised like an evaporating spill into a purer dimension of being while hiding out in his trailer, parked near the desert town of Creston, California, in 1986. He was 74, and left promising us to return in the flesh in precisely 13 years. He is still missing. In addition to loopy philippics against homosexuality, organised religion, psychiatry, journalists and such, Hubbard taught that we are the souls thetans of exiled aliens captive in human bodies. Xenu, a rogue conqueror in a nasty galactic war 75m years ago, tossed us thetans to planet Earth, casting us into volcanoes, blowing us up with bombs, and insinuating really naughty lies, like the existence of a merciful God, into our little shell-shocked brains. Scientologists, like Cruise, believe all human problems, such as murder, paranoia, sexual dysfunction and depression, stem from these wicked engrams (read ideas) planted like memories in our reactive (read: subconscious) minds. And we are condemned to living them over and over again, reincarnated through endless millennia, until we are freed of them, made clear, through the ministrations of Scientology. Its confessional lie detectors, a kind of poor mans psychotherapist, to ferret out these repressed lies.