The completely ignored and unprosecuted assault and battery of Scott Gordon by international criminal, Randall Sobrado Zamora.
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Do you know where you were at 11:11 on 11-11-11?
I do. I was at the county tax office in the province of Guanacaste in Costa Rica, processing tax registrations for some clients of mine with the left side of my face and hands scuffed up and swelling from an assault just an hour earlier, out at the property.
Bravely carrying on. Servicing my clients as promised and putting off the long drive north to the prosecutor’s office to file a report on the assault which the local police in their terror of this criminal, had to be made to even take notes on.
Trying to pretend that all was “ordinary.”
But all was most certainly not ordinary.
I pointed to the clock and said in Spanish that this was “once-once en once del once dos mil once” and, amused as he also was by the realization that everything was “11’s,” he noticed the damage to my face and wanted me to explain what happened. I began to tell him in brief, the story that I will quote below.
For it is also true that I had received an intense, mind-destroying, reverse Scientology procedure and survived it, and meanwhile still not as fully recovered from that as I am now, received gang-up suppressive “justice” from my own teammates with whom I had served years to help.
This falls under the category of “treasonous neglect of staff cases and morale” for which reason I will never, ever participate in any Hubbard-policy organization again, in or out of the “church.”
Any promises Hubbard ever made to handle staff cases are not only contradicted, but over-ruled by Hubbard’s numerous, authoritarian policies granting carte-blanche immunity for his top executives to operate by whim – free from any effective checks and balances and superseded only by his arbitrary and all-too-often capricious, “Sea Org Missionaires” who are granted unlimited ethics protection.
I will not go into more on that here, as I am planning future articles to illustrate the point. In brief, something went horribly awry in the summer of 1964, after which politics, power and money began to overtake the original help and service ministry of the Scientology movement. Such policies, out of alignment with the highest administration scale points of its stated Goals and Purposes, stand as a continual invitation to the type of abuse that David Miscavige has become infamous for.
In short, Hubbard promises of “security” and “ethics protection” for a principled staffmember like myself were as empty as his 1.1 smiling over overboarded subservients being humiliated (broken in spirit) on the Apollo ship, on his authoritative whim (illegally training students using engramic fear).
Also not well-known to those still steeped in the myths that Hubbard spun and various members of the church embellished as “common knowledge” is the fact that the PTS/SP (Potential Trouble Source and Suppressive Person) technology was left incomplete and the real remedy (getting what the person him/herself is doing* or has postulated, to provoke such a situation) was carefully left out of technical bulletins on the subject (outside of occasional hints), until it was eventually re-packaged as a Flag-only Rundown known as the “New Vitality Rundown” and, though simple to understand and highly effective to run, instead of being made known to Scientologists who needed the simple truth and correct indications, out of greed and effort to monopolize for “control=income” purposes – was strictly and secretly limited to Flag delivery as a “last resort” for PTS situations which somehow managed to make it past the Ethics Officers who – if one wasn’t wealthy (“Flag Public”) – often shunted such “Potential Sources of Trouble” right out the door they had walked in, in hopes of help.
(*NOT necessarily, an actual “overt” or “out-ethics situation” as was forcefully prescribed in his infamous 10 May PL, “Ethics and Executives”)
[I will have to give in another article, the events leading up to this tragic experience, but suffice it to say that I was indeed, made quite “PTS” – a Potential Trouble Source to $cientology Incorporated – for attempting to deliver common, simple auditing within my training level, free of charge, to others in need. I had also applied auditing technology to myself and that is another story. It was solo auditing I had been doing, and was now under watch (by my wife who had reported me) to prevent me continuing further (under penalty of declare and expulsion), although being actually the one thing that had really helped me cope and had prevented anything like this from taking place a whole lot sooner.]
I was under the duress of being expelled from Scientology, and expelled from my house where all my possessions were (and residing with my wife of 8 years), under a mix of false and misunderstood reports which I was not ever permitted to confront my accusers about.
So here is my story as written the day after, and edited only slightly for clarity:
Yesterday while standing before a gate that I’ve always used to enter the properties, for work on caring for teak trees, I was brutally assaulted by an unknown (at first) large male with a back-up partner (still unidentified) who claimed he owned the entire set of properties (even though duly registered under various owner names). In other words, “ganged-up on” me, found there alone, as the only thing in the way of a highly illegal “land-grab.”
Not only was I taken completely by surprise (the assault was without any attempt to clarify what I was doing there, whatever) but I am sure that had I fought back in my defense it would have been used as a pretext for his continued hammering on me, up to the point that I could have been killed [the coward had an accomplice working from his truck, where there were guns as a back-up].
In an attempt to protect their fraudulent intentions of using a corrupt judicial system to steal land, I was also for good measure, robbed of my evidence-gathering materials and other personal items, a cellphone with camera, a video camera, and my work machete.
After I managed to avert further beating, during the episode my car was also rammed and steered into the ditch, and while I went off to get help, the driver’s side car window was smashed in completely. The fact I had finally abandoned the scene as they had wanted, was apparently not enough for them. Luckily, in all the confusion, I had at least thought to take away my work briefcase which contained my passport and other valuable papers.
After a frustrating attempt to at least get the local corrupted police to identify the partner (we at least now knew who the assailant was), I went to report the matter to the area prosecutor, only to find Randall Sobrado Zamora himself – the assailant – right there coolly filing a report of his own with… the District Attorney! (“prosecutor”) Buddy-buddy.
[oops – linked photo has been scrubbed from the Internet, along with the news article that it came from]
You can perhaps imagine the sinking feeling of utter betrayal.
I took the opportunity to go out into the parking lot and ID their vehicle, though that same partner was now standing guard over it, still refusing to identify himself.
Finally, when Randall was done with his false testimony and walking out with his wrap-around sunglasses removed, I looked into the cold, light-blue eyes without soul, and calmly said his name “Randall Sobrado.” It was the answer to the only question I had asked before earlier being punched squarely 3 times in the right-side cheek and thrown to the ground in a blind-rage when he found me still standing. He had no reply for that, and couldn’t even manage a smile, as he was obviously caught off guard and was not about to risk a confrontation with me in the prosecutor’s office.
But an even greater surprise awaited when I on a whim, did a search last night on the Internet and found that I was indeed dealing with the “real deal.” At a level far above what I had expected at that tense moment when I stood there waiting for someone to demonstrate to me why they thought they had a right to block me out from making my living on duly registered and privately-owned lots.
The article [now scrubbed from the Internet] is in Spanish, but this is the guy. The eyes look dark but this is because “blue” is missing from the color of the photo.
He is a hardened, seasoned criminal. And he knows where to find me, from easily searched registration info off our license plates. Obviously he has free and easy access to the judicial system (his father is a prominent judge in the province, and his brother an attorney), despite a deep criminal background.
Worse, he has corrupted the judicial system (he is a son of a judge and brother of a lawyer) of AN ENTIRE AREA of an established national country.
The article reveals that he had been in charge of gangs for years, who robbed motorists on the main inter-American highway using faked accidents and other entrapment schemes, including defrauding insurance companies with one staged accident after another.
This means that the first few years I was here on Costa Rica, reading day after day about notorious, unsolved highway danger, I was unknowingly reading about this very same character, as being the driving force behind ALL of them (if he were not behind all of them, you would have to count that he would tolerate copy-cat operations on “his turf”). One guy with the ability not just to throw around his ill-gotten money to control a major area and corrupt its judicial system, but to terrorize the countryside with brutal and vicious assaults on unsuspecting motorists, whether locals or vacationers.
Obviously a fellow of this character has amassed a number of enemies. But equally obvious is the fact that none have yet bested him and put period to his criminality.
My experience with the judicial process was horrible and humiliating. The incompetence and corruption were beyond my wildest dreams. This small developing country with all its display of peace, has yet to attain more than the faintest shadow of justice, its necessary counterpart. Peace while a good start, is practically worthless without it.
By the way, in case you are wondering why I might have been brave (but stupid) enough to take the front gate on my own, that was not the original plan. The poor, humble fellow who I had been employing to help with the teak care work, chickened out on our previously agreed-upon plan for he and his compañero to follow me in on foot not too far behind, to at least witness the actions that were to take place. He never showed [Randall Sobrado burned him out of his house a few days later, adding arson to his list of crimes before robbing my client landowners of hundreds of thousands worth of teak trees].
So guess what? This Randall Sobrado can now hire witnesses to claim I threatened him with a machete and/or had crossed over into the gated lot. I have no witnesses of my own.
He openly bragged in front of the police (that I had called in after the assault), that he was going to assert by report, that I “threatened him with my machete” (I never once had one in hand). He then threatened me again, and again – to kill me – right in front of the police, stating I would “find out what happens” the next time he found me there in the area.
I drove home with a missing window, from the prosecutor’s office that night – knowing Randall and his accomplice were on the road ahead and that I was an easy target for an “accident” or another one of their perfected car-jackings.
I am doing all I can to protect my family while I am here, but this illegal shut-out from my work has been going on for weeks and I haven’t been able to complete vital products needed to move forward. Not to mention that guns are not cheap here.
I was already on my way back to the states for a visit, but depending on this and various other factors, I may not be back here in Costa Rica with my family anytime soon. There is very little else I can do around here to earn a living.
But I am very concerned about my family and their safety in the future.
I am almost completely recovered already. The car is getting cleaned up and fixed. My life goes on.
Scott Gordon – November 12, 2011
- Postscript – December 2011 – I ran out the incident in solo session, and then again with my co-audit twin. I also went on to do the PTS Rundown with my co-audit twin and was able to get on with my life, starting over from almost nothing. I have neither forgiven nor retaliated against, Randall Sobrado Zamora. I do not wish him well.
- Postscript – December 2018 – six years later Randall Sobrado Zamora has succeeded in scrubbing documentation of his criminal history and has intimidated courts and judges in the province so thoroughly that even a civil lawsuit would not come to court. It is clear that Costa Rica is a cowardly, despicable haven for criminal bullies to run amok and that it is not enough to become a friendly, peaceful nation. There is a masculine principle of defense from violence that unheeded, will place its people at the mercy of thieves and brigands to its utter ruination. I would not at all be the least bit surprised if his criminal activities led him to recruitment by the American CIA and that he has been rewarded for it – aided and abetted in his theft of an entire, coastal mountainside of properly-registered land stolen from hundreds of individual retirement investors.
- June 2019 – I am making this post public for the first time, ever. Randall Sobrado Zamora’s days are numbered, but the real vendetta is on those who cynically used the violence of government authority to harass and intimidate me.