Grade III Hot

I kind of regard this as the find what your buttons are in life. For me, it was treason conditions.
I had a lot of charge on people with treason conditions. When I confronted the treason I had experienced myself, this was the point I stopped copying others. I did not want others to experience what I had. I guess this is where my value as a being started to shine, finally. I came out of liability. Everything started to "matter". Valences I had copied blew off. I am not trained so I do not know why. I found doing the grades a constant shifting in ethics conditions. But this was the level where I fell into mercy. This was the level that got me interested in ethics. This is the level that got me interested in social science. I think I expanded onto other dynamics. Before this grade I was constantly described as being , "gullible" like a "little girl". After this grade I was only described as , "dangerous". This was the level that made me unholy. Where I did not feel obligated to suffer. Not that I chose this power to punish. These steps of enlightenment actually protect the people around you. But for sure, my agreement that I should suffer in any way was gone. Off the table.

In 1972 I hated all organizations and I thought the Viet Nam war was the epitome of what organization could do...and so I decided I would not have ANYTHING to do with any organization. I hated them all, including the local grade school and the organizations of Scientology. In fact I stayed out of organizations of Scientology and in 1970-71 and I read all of Ron's books on my own and I ran or tried to run many the of processes on myself in those 2 years. I went unconscious a few times, but ran as many as I could before I reluctantly stepped foot in a Scientology organization. But on level III I got over my problem with "all organizations" and joined the Sea Org... Anyway, I suggest you do this level, but skip joining the Sea Org... at least at this time.... ha.. I am now an Independent Scientologist...

I received Expanded Grade 3 in the mid-70s at Saint Hill. I don't remember much about it beyond not finding much to run. Rightly or wrongly, I figured something was wrong with me. Maybe there just wasn't much to address, as I wasn't particularly upset about change points in my life.