Final Escape From Narconon Fresh Start Treatment Center in Caliente, NV

Several years ago I did everything I could to escape this terrible little town. I was able to escape but it took several days. I nearly was sent to prison for two different reasons. Most people who escape get arrested.

I was followed around by felons employed at Narconon Fresh Start for several days and risked death in the  desert as I hitch hiked toward Las Vegas. In order to get my phone and driver's license back from this horrible group of people, I had to make a huge terrible disturbance. I screamed and screamed and finally the police showed up. The police officer told me that someone recently stole a car after they left and was sent to prison. He was threatening me. He wanted me to go back to treatment. He was finally able to get my cell phone from them and my ID. 

But how do I get home? Nobody in my family would believe how bad this place was. Or they knew, which is even worse. To this day, I still don't know.

I asked the police officer which was the way towards Las Vegas. The closer to civilization I got, the better chance I had of finding a job and returning to society, leaving this wicked cult forever. When the officer pointed me towards Las Vegas, I could see in his eyes he was lying. I knew to hitch hike the exact opposite way. I had no idea where I was, other than Nevada. It turned out to be the Mojave Desert.

As I made my way home hitch hiking, I came across 3 bait cars. The cars were all running, with their engines on, and one or more doors open. There was not another person in sight.

I didn't break the law and got home safe. Now that I think about it, I was just more careful about breaking the law then your average drug addict.

I asked my family numerous questions about the the "treatment center", when I asked if they knew about the bait cars, they stopped responding to me. They ignore me to this day.

Why did the Mormon in that hotel offer to lend me gun? And why did the police show up right after that? I bet you there are many addicts in prison who fell for the bait car trick or who decided to take possession of a hand gun, that I guarantee, would have come up stolen if I decided to borrow it. The police were right there waiting for me after I was offered the gun.

Before this fake Mormon offered to lend me his gun (and mail it back when I got home) he scared me to death by talking about the dangers of hitch hiking. I remember he told me to not get in a van with no windows and how often people are killed after getting picked up by a stranger, and that it happened nearby recently. 

I am what they would categorize as a Super Suppressive Person, especially if Narconon Fresh Start owns the only hotel in the city and tried to send me to prison with a bait car and hand gun.

I am telling you, they did.

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