Narconon Albatross, Calabria, Italy
What would you call a monster, a bogeyman if you will, that has been proven to target and stalk young victims, enslave them and ultimately take their lives?
What would we call a monster who not only took the lives of individuals but destroyed their families, their communities, created a race of criminals and destroyed wide swathes of humanity?
What would we call a monster who wipes out our brilliant artists and thinkers, paving the way for a new era of dark ages?
What would you call a creature who, you suspect might be targeting one of your loved ones right now?
What name could you possibly come up with that could describe a creature so horrible?
There is such a creature and it has a name.
Drugs.
Drugs are the new plague. Everyone I know has had someone be killed or profoundly negatively affected by drugs. We watch in helpless horror as those we care about succumb to drug or alcohol addiction. I myself have lost more dear people than I care to count and I have my attention on several others who may or not make it in their fight against this creature.
As I write this, I hear of another artist who has succumbed to this monster. Robin Williams. Although the autopsy reports are not yet in, his friends have stated that they were concerned about the drugs he was taking and their influence on him. He was in the hands of psychiatrists and they push some of the most potently toxic drugs available today. These friends were right to be concerned and some are speaking out with their ideas that the drugs were the cause of his death.
How many deaths were caused by drugs, either street or “medical” that have been swept under the rug or wrongfully attributed to other causes?
Drug addiction is one of the biggest and most heart breaking problems on our planet right now.
Mothers lie awake at night with the icy grip of fear tight in their stomachs, praying that God will spare their little ones from this monster.
The problem is so huge that many people fall into apathy contemplating it. They are certain that nothing can be done about it.
Well they are wrong.
For every Yin there is a Yang and for every shadow, there is bright sunlight.
And I am bursting with pride to let you know that one island of bright sunlight exists in my village in Southern Italy just down the hill from my house.
Narconon Albatross has come.
Narconon Albatross
In the little village of Santa Domenica Talao in the province of Calabria, nestled in the low hills looking out on the Mediterranean sea is an island of sanity and hope.
Narconon Albatross is a drug rehabilitation center where addicts come to vanquish their addictions to drugs of whatever kind.
Narconon is a program based on the findings of L Ron Hubbard which uses proven holistic and therapeutic approaches to withdrawal from toxic drugs while replenishing the addict’s body with carefully balanced nutrients. Other therapeutic processes are used to ease the withdrawal and make it as painless as possible.
Once the withdrawal has been handled, drug residues are removed from the body with the Purification Program.
Before they are graduated from the program, students are given courses on life skills so that they can avoid the traps of drugs and handle their lives successfully. They are graduated armed with vital information about human behavior, life basics and how the mind and body function. For many people, misinformation or ignorance of these basics started their journey down the path to Hell and addiction in the first place.
The Narconon program has been uniformly successful.
Narconon Staff
When I was in Santa Domenica Talao, I visited Narconon Albatross with my friends from California.
Although we just dropped in, we were greeted warmly by the staff and given a tour of the facility.
The Narconon facility was beautifully painted inside with soothing colors, and was extremely clean and bright. Windows were open letting the Mediterranean breeze flow through the building. There was a glorious calm that drifted through the building and wafted out through the glass doors. It felt like what it was, a sanctuary, a place for a weary soul to find peace and help.
As we made our way through the building, wonderful smells were emanating from the kitchen. I looked in to find the resident cook making lunch. He was cutting fresh tomatoes from the surrounding farms and a giant pot of pasta was boiling on the stove.
He looked up, smiled a welcoming smile and invited us into his kitchen.
Narconon Kitchen
In typical Italian fashion, he invited us to stay and have lunch with them. I declined because we had shown up unannounced and I did not want to cause more work for this adorable cook.
Narconon Dining Area
After the tour, we lingered outside talking to the staff members and gazing out on the Mediterranean. The facility has a veranda that wraps around the building providing blessed shade from the sun and allowing the residents to enjoy the breezes. I looked out at the view that had been enjoyed by ancient Greeks in the days of the Magna Grecia. It was not far from here that Pythagorus had his academy which unleashed so many brilliant minds onto the world. The effects of his teaching are still reaching us today, branching out from the past and digging their leafy shoots into our consciousness on a daily basis.
It seemed fitting that this facility is here in the modern day footsteps of the original Greek artists, philosophers and humanitarians.
I was struck by the pride and care these people had in their work. They go about their business quietly saving lives and restoring hope. They save individuals, families and communities just by calmly doing what they do. Who knows what brilliant minds might be salvaged as a result of the work of these folks?
Santa Domenica Talao
Up in the piazza, later that week we see staff members getting ready for work and ordering their caffe before heading down the hill. These are seemingly normal people creating every day miracles for those who have given up hope.
Later in the day my best friend from the village stops me in the piazza and tells me how excited she is that I visited Narconon and that these are her good friends. After I return to the states I see posts on Facebook with my beautiful friend at the Narconon facility, smiling while delivering boxes of supplies from her store and her church in the piazza. She proudly announces that she and her church are aligning with Narconon to help them. Her church is the church in the piazza that has stood for centuries . It is the church whose early morning bells wake me gently and remind me that I am in Italy, in a place of wonder and beauty. It is the church that calls to me from photos of my village there and makes me start counting the days on the calendar until I can return.
My friend looks at me intently. “These are good people” she tells me. I laugh because I already know that.
They are good people. That is why I love Southern Italy. They are good people. Every day that I am there I meet more and more of them and they are universally good people. They are worthy of all the best in life and they are worthy of salvation. So are you and your loved ones and every sad and wretched member of this human race. And we now have people who live to help us.
If you or someone on you know needs help with addiction, please contact me. I can’t think of a better place for someone than Narconon Albatross. A complete change of environment, a trained and caring staff, nourishing food and the warm Italian sunshine is the best medicine I know for someone breaking the grip of drugs. A trip to Southern Italy and Narconon can be the start of a brilliant new life.
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