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Ron and Sara left The Hilltop in July and returned to California, to a rented trailer on a lot in the<br />

seediest section of North Hollywood, where he began writing the first of the popular 'Ole Doc<br />

Methuselah' stories - rousing yarns about a Soldier of Light and his devoted four-armed slave,<br />

Hippocrates, who travel around the universe in a golden spaceship saving entire civilizations from<br />

death and disease and overthrowing despotic inter-planetary dictators as a sideline.<br />

In August, the month The End Is Not Yet began serialization in Astounding, Ron acquired a literary<br />

agent. Forrest Ackerman was not a big-time Hollywood agent with a fat cigar, but a young man with<br />

thick horn-rimmed spectacles who had been addicted to science fiction ever since he first picked<br />

up a copy of Amazing Stories at the age of nine.<br />

'Forrie' Ackerman would one day be the proud owner of the world's biggest collection of sciencefiction<br />

magazines and would drive around Los Angeles in a red Cadillac with SCI-FI on the licence<br />

plate, but in 1947 he was still struggling to capitalize on his devotion to the genre by persuading<br />

science-fiction writers that he could represent them. Then thirty years old, he had actually met<br />

Hubbard ten years earlier in Shep's Shop, a second-hand bookshop on Hollywood Boulevard<br />

which specialized in science fiction.<br />

'I was browsing in Shep's Shop one night in 1937 when I got into conversation with this young redhaired<br />

man who told me he held a world record in gliding. He said his name was L. Ron Hubbard<br />

and that he had had a lot of adventure stories published in pulp magazines. I asked him if he had<br />

ever tried his hand at science fiction and he said, no, oddly enough, he hadn't. But right there, on<br />

the spot, he began to outline the plot for a science fiction story set in California 25,000 years in the<br />

future, during a second Ice Age. I never saw that story in print, but it seemed to plant a seed in his<br />

mind . . .'<br />

Ackerman liked to believe that their brief encounter in Shep's Shop was the spur that started Ron<br />

Hubbard writing science fiction. His first act on his new client's behalf was to take him to meet G.<br />

Gordon Dewey and Peter Grainger, two Los Angeles businessmen who wanted to diversify into<br />

publishing. The meeting was not a marked success: there was some desultory discussion about<br />

buying rights to some of Hubbard's novels, but nothing was concluded. Afterwards, Ron offered to<br />

drive Forrie back to his apartment in New Hampshire. It was a journey Ackerman would never<br />

forget, for on the way Ron began to tell him the incredible story of how he had died on an operating<br />

table during the war.<br />

'I remember he had an old rattletrap of a car and he was chewing tobacco. As he drove he would<br />

open the door with one hand and squirt tobacco juice out onto the road. When we got to my<br />

apartment we sat outside in the car while he continued with the story. It was after five o'clock in the<br />

morning, and the sun was coming up, before he had finished.<br />

'Basically what he told me was that after he died he rose in spirit form and looked back on the body<br />

he had formerly inhabited. Over yonder he saw a fantastic great gate, elaborately carved like<br />

something you'd see in Baghdad or ancient China. As he wafted towards it, the gate opened and<br />

just beyond he could see a kind of intellectual smorgasbord on which was outlined everything that<br />

had ever puzzled the mind of man. All the questions that had concerned philosophers through the<br />

ages - When did the world begin? Was there a God? Whither goest we? - were there answered. All<br />

this information came flooding into him and while he was absorbing it, there was a sort of<br />

flustering in the air and he felt something like a long umbilical cord pulling him back. He was<br />

saying "No, no, not yet!", but he was pulled back anyway. After the gates had closed he realized he<br />

had re-entered his body.

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