BASIC PROCESSING (A lecture given on 23 July 1951 by Hubbard) "Science of Perceptics" ... We have, then, the basic concepts of what this individual is trying to do. An organism has to feel that it is competent; it has to feel that it is slightly dangerous to its environment. That is known as respect, by the way. For instance, Daniel Boone liked to wrestle with bears. He really went around demonstrating his dangerousness to his environment. Once a man or a woman begins to lose this concept, he or she gets into pretty bad shape. For instance, if a woman starts to lose the concept that she can influence the men around her, she gets to be in bad shape. She can influence them either by her physical beauty and her poise or by her knowledge of men. (The most dangerous organisms in a vicinity, by the ways are human organisms. Up in Yellowstone Park even the bears run from teenage girls— I mean, a teenage girl is dangerous!) So a woman must feel that she has some control over her environment and can exert and change that environment. This concept rides right along with most people, and the second the person begins to lose this concept badly, he begins to lose out all the way across the boards. I will give you an example of that. I was in the hospital up at Oak Knoll, l and early that year they told me the war was over. I played the “Dead March” of Saul to myself and said, “Well, you’re really in bad shape, boy.” They argued with me. I didn’t think I was in bad shape but they wouldn’t pass me on an overseas physical. It was the last year of the war; I was feeling horrible about it. They were very dramatic about it, too. I went to see the commander at the base that sent me up to the hospital and argued with him about it, and he said, “Young man, you may not realize this but we are saving your life.” So I went to the hospital. I was MEST for a long time. I didn’t feel like I could exert any control over the environment. After all, I was in the navy and that was bad enough, but I had gotten out to a point where I wasn’t even in the navy— I was under treatment in the navy. I was feeling pretty bad. About July, I went down to Hollywood to see a friend of mine. I was living in a hotel there for a few days, and a ruckus started right out in front of the hotel. I was going downstairs and the clerk said, “Do something about that. I’ve already called the shore patrol.” I went out and saw three bluejackets; they were standing there in the street arguing and being very profane. So I just stepped over— this was the first time I had ever said anything to an enlisted man ashore— and I said, “The shore patrol has been called, and if you boys are very smart you will get out of here quick.” I started to pass them and go on down the street, and one of them grabbed me by the arm and started poking me with his finger. Then one of them picked up a beer bottle, the other one swung me around with my back to the one with the beer bottle and the guy swung the beer bottle, aiming at my head. One of the things that I had been doing in trying to rehabilitate myself was carrying on with judo. I had gotten training in judo in 1941 before I went into the service, but up at the hospital it was just regular exercise. The judo instructor and I had had quite a bit of fun. It was very instinctive to duck underneath this beer bottle as it was coming down, and that made the fellow with the beer bottle come over to the side with his wrist in reach, so what I did was break his arm automatically and throw him over his head into the man who was holding me. That guy went into a bumper and cut his face open and the fellow with the bottle went into him with a broken arm. The beer bottle fell on the pavement, and the third guy got up off the running board of the car where he had been sitting and came at me, so I just caught up the beer bottle and shoved it in his face. They made me go before a court martial, and it was very funny but the court martial, looking at these three men and the fact that I had been in Oak Knoll hospital, wouldn’t believe me. They were sure that four or five other officers and myself had caught these men one by one and beaten them up, and that this was a cooked story. I almost got in a lot of trouble with this one.   But the old chief petty officer down at the police station, after the shore patrol came and picked these boys up, was saying, “Sir, you were very, very lucky that the shore patrol arrived when it did. You shouldn’t ever have tackled that. Now, we’ve got a report over here that you were fighting with three sailors on the street. You mustn’t do that, because there have been three sailors around town here and they put two officers— a marine officer and a naval officer— in the hospital. The marine officer is not expected to live. You shouldn’t have done something like this....” The door opened and the shore patrol began to help these guys through the police station to put them in the jail overnight till they could get them to a naval hospital. There was blood all over the place! The chief took one look, and he looked at me, and he looked at his first class petty officer who had gone out with that shore patrol and asked, “Did he do that to them?” “Yes. Darnedest thing you ever saw!” The chief looked at me and he said, “My God!” All of a sudden I was sixteen feet tall. Actually, I was well from that minute! Those three men were drunk. Anybody who had had any training in judo would have wiggled out of it one way or the other. It just happened that a sharp- fendered automobile was there to mess them up. I am not trying to tell you what a great warrior I am, but that what that did for my morale was fantastic. I don’t think I would be alive today if I hadn’t handled those three men. ...