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eautiful, the most gorgeous, intelligent, sweet, wonderful girl. I was so much in love with her and I<br />

knew she was a woman I could never have. Then Hubbard comes along and starts having affairs<br />

with one girl after another in the house and finally fastens on to Betty. I couldn't believe it was<br />

happening. There he was, living off Parsons' largesse and making out with his girlfriend right in<br />

front of him. Sometimes when the two of them were sitting at the table together, the hostility was<br />

almost tangible.'[11]<br />

Alva Rogers, too, sensed that Parsons was suffering. 'Jack had never boggled at any of Betty's<br />

previous amorous adventurings, but this time it seemed somehow different . . . although the three<br />

of them continued to maintain a surface show of unchanged amicability, it was obvious that Jack<br />

was feeling the pangs of a hitherto unfelt passion, jealousy. As events progressed, Jack found it<br />

increasingly difficult to keep his mind on anything but the torrid affair going on between Ron and<br />

Betty and the atmosphere around the house became supercharged with tension.'<br />

Nevertheless, Parsons clearly remained convinced that Ron possessed exceptional powers. After<br />

Ron had left to report back to Oak Knoll Naval Hospital, Parsons wrote to his 'Most Beloved Father'<br />

to acquaint him with events: 'About three months ago I met Captain L. Ron Hubbard, a writer and<br />

explorer of whom I had known for some time . . . He is a gentleman; he has red hair, green eyes, is<br />

honest and intelligent, and we have become great friends. He moved in with me about two months<br />

ago, and although Betty and I are still friendly, she has transferred her sexual affection to Ron.<br />

'Although he has no formal training in Magick, he has an extraordinary amount of experience and<br />

understanding in the field. From some of his experiences I deduced that he is in direct touch with<br />

some higher intelligence, possibly his Guardian Angel. He describes his Angel as a beautiful<br />

winged woman with red hair whom he calls the Empress and who has guided him through his life<br />

and saved him many times. He is the most Thelemic person I have ever met and is in complete<br />

accord with our own principles . . . I think I have made a great gain and as Betty and I are the best of<br />

friends, there is little loss. I cared for her rather deeply but I have no desire to control her emotions,<br />

and I can, I hope, control my own. I need a magical partner. I have many experiments in mind . . .'[12]<br />

In early December 1945, Ron showed up again at South Orange Grove Avenue, still in uniform,<br />

having driven directly from the Officer Separation Centre in San Francisco. He parked his Packard<br />

and his trailer at the rear of the house and walked back into the complicated, enigmatic lives of<br />

Jack Parsons and Betty Northrup. To Parsons's secret distress, Betty and Ron immediately<br />

resumed their affair.<br />

Alva Rogers and his girlfriend were perhaps the only two people in the house who really knew how<br />

much their friend was suffering. 'Our room was just across the hall from Jack's apartment,' Rogers<br />

recalled, 'and in the still, early hours of a bleak morning in December we were brought out of a<br />

sound sleep by some weird and disturbing noises as though someone was dying or at the very<br />

least was deathly ill.<br />

'We went out into the hall to investigate the source of the noises and found that they came from<br />

Jack's partially open door. Perhaps we should have turned around and gone back to bed at this<br />

point, but we didn't. The noise, which by this time we could tell was a sort of chant, drew us<br />

inexorably to the door, which we pushed open a little further in order to better see what was going<br />

on.<br />

'What we saw I'll never forget, although I find it hard to describe in any detail. The room, in which I<br />

had been before, was decorated in a manner typical of an occultist's lair, with all the symbols and<br />

appurtenances essential to the proper practice of black magic. It was dimly lit and smoky from a

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