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Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

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very thoughtful and kind one minute and quite hideous the next. We were auditing about 50 hours a<br />

week and I remember one afternoon a girl auditor burst into tears when she was telling Ron about<br />

a particularly difficult case she had. He put his arm round her and said, "Jenny, anything we can do<br />

for this pre-clear is better than doing nothing. She needs help and a bit of attention and that is what<br />

you are giving her. Just keep on doing the same thing you're doing and you will resolve it in due<br />

course. You can't expect miracles overnight." That struck me as a very humane and comforting<br />

thing to say to her. There was no question he had something to contribute in the psychological<br />

area. I mean, just to sit down with someone and listen to them for a couple of hours did them good.<br />

'But then I have also seen him behave in a grotesque fashion. One afternoon during a lecture a<br />

woman in the audience was coughing rather badly and he walked to the front of the stage, redfaced<br />

and visibly angry, and shouted, "Get that woman out of this lecture hall!" She was one of his<br />

most fervent supporters and she was also desperately ill - she died three weeks later of lung<br />

cancer.'[4]<br />

Aside from occasional temper tantrums, Hubbard considered things were going very well in<br />

London. 'I am busy at a headlong rate of speed,' he wrote to Marilyn Routsong, an aide left behind<br />

in Washington to keep an eve on his interests, 'really got things rolling off over here. Hope to have<br />

some films that will help us before long, and am now dickering around on an international radio'.<br />

He ended the letter with a titbit of information that must have made Miss Routsong's nerves tingle:<br />

'Just between ourselves, I actually do have a method of as-ising the atom bomb. Anyway I'm not<br />

quite as far away as you think. Love, Ron.'<br />

In the peculiar argot of Scientology, 'as-isness' was a process of making something disappear.<br />

What Hubbard was apparently saying was that he was well on the way towards removing nuclear<br />

weapons from the face of the earth. However, something must have gone wrong since he would<br />

soon be applying his awesome imagination to the problem of dealing with radiation.<br />

The Hubbards' closest friends in London were Ray Kemp, now back home from Phoenix, and his<br />

pretty girlfriend, Pam, both of whom worked at the HASI. Hubbard, as a minister of the Church of<br />

American Science, performed the ceremony when they married in February 1956, in the lecture<br />

room at the HASI, and Mary Sue was Pam's maid of honour. 'Ron and Mary Sue had dinner with us<br />

the night before the wedding,' Pam said, 'and Ron told us he had written the ceremony specially for<br />

us. He was a very good friend - he even fixed our honeymoon, made arrangements for us to use an<br />

apartment in Tangier owned by a friend of his and paid for our air tickets.<br />

'When we got back, we used to see a great deal of them, two or three times a week. Ron would<br />

telephone and say, "I'm coming over to dinner and I'm bringing a chicken." Then we would sit up for<br />

hours playing Cluedo and the men would start telling stories and there would be lots of laughter. It<br />

was a lot of fun - I'd usually end up falling asleep and Mary Sue would go to bed. Their relationship<br />

seemed OK, but there never seemed to be a lot of love between them. She was not the affectionate<br />

type, she was more efficient than affectionate. They used to have fierce husband and wife domestic<br />

arguments.<br />

'We had a big old apartment in Palace Court, Kensington, with a huge living-room with a full-size<br />

concert grand in the corner and we used to have parties every night. Ron was always the life and<br />

soul, great fun. He loved to dance, play the guitar or ukulele; he was a real actor. He would drag me<br />

up to sing with him and then we'd make up rude songs about him and auditing and he would top<br />

each verse and roar with laughter and think it was terribly funny. I thought he was always very aware<br />

as an individual. He would make a comment about something and he'd invariably be right and I'd<br />

look at him and think "How did you know that?"'[5]

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