ello, my name is Loren C. Troescher, and here is a little bit about myself:

     My name started off as "Loren Carl Troescher," born in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1931.

     That was the depth of the depression and my father has always been a great role model -- he worked hard as an entrepreneur and kept our family in bread and house.

     I grew up mostly in Willobee-On-The-Lake, a small village on the shores of Lake Erie where I ran, swam and played like any normal boy in those days.

     After my parents' divorce I went to live with my Mother in Hudson, Ohio and attended Western Reserve Academy there.

     I would visit my father regularly, and knew that I had a place in his business whenever I wanted it. He told me, "Son, I do well on all parts of my business except the bookkeeping. If you want to go to College and learn accounting, that would be good."

     I was, at the time, also interested in becoming a professional classical pianist, so went, for my first year, to the University of Rochester -- the place of the famous School of Music.

     Alas, little did I know that my Freshman year there would have no room for music. I completely lacked some basic essentials of life that I later learned from Mr. Hubbard, and specialized, that first year, in ping pong and billiards.

     I flunked out of college.

     My father picked me up off the floor, and suggested that, "Perhaps a school closer to home would be better for you."

     He was, at that time, a pilot and we flew from his home in Cincinnati, Ohio, into Athens, Ohio, where Ohio University was. Just landing in that small airport was an adventure.

     But, I agreed to go there, and eventually graduated with a BSC, major in accounting. I managed to take lots of music and art courses too.

     I had been in the ROTC in college, so knew that upon graduation I would be going into the Army.

     I have enjoyed just about everything I've done in life, and the Army was no exception. I went through Ranger training and wanted to be gung ho all the way -- but not for more than the two-year requirement.

     When I graduated from Ranger Training, a bright new Second Lieutenant, I was actually assigned to the Headquarters of the Ranger Battalion.

     Eventually, I became an Aide-de-Camp to the Deputy Commanding General at Fort Benning, Georgia. That was glorious service for a young officer. I adored "my general."

     As the time for getting out of the Army approached, I had been married for a few years and had the first of my six children. Frankly, at that time, I really didn't want to work in my father's business, but saw no polite way of telling him that.

     So, partly for that reason, and for other obvious reasons, I decided to delay my entry into the work force by attending the Harvard Graduate School of Business in Boston.

     That two year course seemed, at the time, as the true path to fame and fortune. I look back now, and realize that the main thing I got out of my Harvard MBA degree was a cocky self-confidence that allowed me to jump from job to job, several in the first few years.

     I "knew" that I was worth more than my pay, so constantly demanded more, quit, got the next job at higher pay, and continued in my self-delusion of great ability in the work place.

     The Harvard degree helped fool many people into thinking I was very valuable.

     I worked in Puerto Rico as an economist, and then after a few other changes, wound up as an Internal Auditor in the financial section of the Sun Oil Company in Philadelphia, PA.

     I took that job, perhaps mostly, because my wife was pregnant and I had no savings or insurance. The employment with Sun Oil gave me instant access to the pregnancy coverage of the health insurance.

     I scared my boss severely by suggesting changes that were too fast for him -- and realized that I had to move on.

     I then managed to get a "political appointment" in the US Government. Initially it was in the US Department of Commerce. But, I was a real eager beaver there, spent my nights at the Census Bureau learning about this "new thing" called computers.

     I became one of the few people who understood anything about them.

     At about that time the Kennedy White House was looking for an economist with computer knowledge, and word filtered down in the Department of Commerce about that need.

     My boss was happy to gain some points of favor with the President and volunteered my service.

     You can imagine! I was a young kid, elated with the charm of the Presidency, and I was then assigned "to the White House."

     I worked in an area called the "Kennedy Round of Trade Negotiations." My most senior boss was former Governor Christen Herter. My job was to bring computer skills and use into the trade negotiations.

     When Kennedy was killed, the charm of high office evaporated for me.

     I left the White House to work with a private economic consulting firm. I headed up the Washington DC Office.

     That seemed exciting, but my first year was working for a client that wanted us to prove that the Japanese were "dumping" ceramic tile into the US, in violation of US Law. The domestic tile industry simply wanted protection from these evil imports and hired our firm to prove they were being damaged.

     It was not very socially satisfying work!

     I had always wanted to work in foreign countries, so kept casting my net in those directions.

     I left that Economic Consulting Firm to take a personal and private contract, paid by the US Agency For International Development (USAID). My headquarters were to be in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.

     That was a fascinating time, personally, but the work I was doing was worthless. I was very highly paid, but I was also constantly looking for the next contract.

     That came along in the form of an opportunity to serve the National Investment Bank of Ghana as an "economic advisor."

     That took me and my family, with the sixth child just recently born, into the Capital City, Accra. I had a large and beautiful home, with nine servants, high salary, and lots of fun.

     But, the job I had gone there for was to "bring free enterprise back to the socialist economy of Ghana."

     I soon learned that there was lots of talk, but no action.

     I did feasibility studies and loan analyses for the Bank, and conducted training sessions for the bank employees.

     Every day was fun, but at the end of the year when I looked back, it was a failure!

     I went through three years of high-living, high salaries, daily fun and yearly failure.

     The next job promised more!

     I went from Africa to the Philippines. The wealthy Philippino family there owned the largest hotel in Manila, and many other businesses. There were two brothers, owners, each of whom had a young son who had received American MBA degrees.

     The fathers decided that before they turned their business over to their sons, they would like an interim Chief Executive Officer, an American with an MBA Degree, to help in the transition.

     Again, it was a huge house, high salary, and nine Vice Presidents reporting to me.

     It was fun, and a failure. On about the first day on my job I violated one of the most basic rules Mr. Hubbard has written, and asserted the importance of myself and my new position. I alienated just about everyone, and never got anywhere.

     I quit that job in a huff, just in the same moment that I was fired. Things were tense.

     But, with my optimistic attitude, and fancy degree, I had no trouble getting the next job.

     I then became the Chief Financial Officer for a company with 9,000 employees, and operations in 12 countries throughout Asia.

     I traveled my territory and had fun, but by this time my transgressions against society, and my employer, had mounted up so much that I had little going on except past reputation.

     I was carrying on an affair with my secretary and telling the President of the Company that "you are all wrong" on just about everything.

     Finally, there was something that I thought was SO wrong that I demanded that the President allow me to change it -- and at the same time he had had it with me and fired me.

     My various transgressions really caught up with me then, and my wife left me to get a divorce while I was self-righteously making all of my former employers wrong for being so stupid.

     In short, I was a basket case just waiting for the mortician.

     That was when I first read Dianetics: The Modern Science of Mental Health.

     I knew that my marriage was in shambles, but I still didn't see how stupid I had been on my various jobs for all those years since Harvard.

     When I started to read Mr. Hubbard's books I began to realize how terrible I had been for so many years -- and began to see where I would end up if I continued on the path I had been on.

     I travelled back to the US, vowing to pursue Scientology and learn to understand myself better -- and to get myself out of the hole I had dug.

     When I first got back I just couldn't get a job. No one would hire me.

     I was overqualified and had earned such enormous salaries that any job I could get would be at such a low pay rate that the employer would know that I wouldn't be satisfied and would leave at the first opportunity.

     I got married to Bonnie and we lived off her salary for more than a year. I was studying Scientology, but had not yet figured out some of the important lessons still to be learned.

     Finally, one day, Bonnie said "Leave, and don't come back without a job!"

     Can you imagine the embarassment when I finally got a "job" as a salesman for a janitorial service company. I got a small draw, and commission. But, at least it was a start.

     I also realized that this might have been the first "HONEST WORK" I had done in many years.

     People need janitors and I was selling cleaning service.

     I leaped into this new career with enthusiasm, and decided that the only way to become a good salesman was to learn HOW to clean.

     I spent my days making sales calls, and my nights cleaning toilets.

     I soon got over any "shame" of being a graduate of the Harvard Business School and cleaning toilets for a living.

     Well, some very basic abilities rose to the fore, and I soon proved to be the best salesman in the company, out of five of us.

     I became the Sales Manager, and started prospering.

     I think I have always been destined to be in business for myself, and however it happened, I quit that janitor company, and the next day was in business for myself, as a janitor.

     I did the same thing!

     I sold during the day, and cleaned offices at night. Now, however, I was the only guy!

     Gradually my business grew until I had 30 janitors working for me and was earning more than I had ever earned before.

     Things looked very rosy.

     By this time I was getting more and more training in Scientology and decided that I could do better than be a janitor. However, I had put in some years of very honest and very hard work.

     About that time my mother died and in that process I became interested in this thing called "heart disease." I discovered that there were enormous lies and ignorance in this area -- and that she needn't have died if she had taken some simple preventive vitamins.

     Also, at that time, I found a buyer for my janitor company, and became free to pursue a new career.

     I decided to become a public speaker and joined three different Toasmasters Clubs at the same time. With my new interest in vitamins I soon started researching and speaking out on health issues.

     As I was preparing a whole new career in public speaking I realized that "Loren C. Troescher" was hard to spell, hard to pronounce, and hard to remember. I got some professional advice and came out of that using the "professional name" of Karl Loren.

     So, my books, radio and TV appearances have mostly been under the name "Karl Loren." You'll find "Karl Loren" on the web simply by using any search engine and entering the phrase "Karl Loren." My web sites now contain more than 700 pages of health-related material.

     Eventually I started my own vitamin company, wrote books, and entered a whole new phase of existence.

     I took a year away from the full-time work in the vitamin business, while my wife ran it, and became a radio talk show host on station KIEV in Glendale, California.

     I actually had more hours on the air than any other person I've every heard of.

     I was on the air, with my own program, for thirty hours every week. This was all between midnight and 6 AM, five days a week.

     It was fun and instructive. I developed tremendous self-confidence, now applying some of the communication skills I'd learned in my Scientology courses.

     I soon realized that I could reach more people through writing that radio, and started my career as an author.

     That's about where I am right now. I consider myself a full-time author. I have several books published, including what I consider the best on the subject of heart disease. (I'm not modest about this!)

     In the last year I have decided that the Internet is the economic wave of the future and have turned almost completely to web design and writing for my two web sites. I do most of my medical research, now, on the web, and am looking forward to an exciting career.

     If you have put together some of the years, you'll realize that I am about 67. I swear that I have projects on my desk that will keep me happy and busy for 20+ more years. I love life and cannot imagine ever wanting to retire.

     Bonnie and I jointly run our mail-order vitamin business. She handles the money and I handle the promotion, research and writing.

     We both spend many hours every week doing some sort of Scientology training or processing.

     Oh, along the way of the above, I was the Charter President of the Burbank Optimist Club. I joined several Chambers of Commerce and became an Ambassador in three of them.

     I served my Church by being a volunteer Executive Director of the Los Angeles Chapter of the Citizens Commission on Human Rights. Oh, what adventures I can talk about for that.

     I also spent more than a year as a volunteer staff member for Narconon, and actually visited California's largest prision (California Men's Colony) as the director of a program to help more than 100 inmates, every week, get off drugs. (It no longer amazes me to realize that there is just as much drug use INSIDE prison as outside.)

     I have supported the Church financially in many ways too. Recently my wife and I went to Germany to march for religious tolerance in an event organized by the Church in Berlin, Germany.

     I have not lost my artistic interests and still play the piano and have quite a nice collection of signed and numbered prints.

     I now have fourteen grandchildren, with one coming. I'll be travelling to Paris, France when that fifteenth has arrived.

     I have already lived a life of full adventure and look forward to even greater adventures to come.

     I would like to invite you to have a similar joyous experience though life -- the good and the bad -- with Scientology helping you realize which is which, and providing tools to improve your life tremendously.