Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

He: How do you know?
Me: You can't find your hat now you're distracted.
He: That makes you feel powerful doesn't it?
Me: It makes me aware of something interesting. You still want me.
He: I'll call you in a day or two.
Me: You'd better.
He: Why?
Me: Because you need me. You need me more than I need you.
He: In 1939 I was very much in love with a girl. She felt that way too. When I knew she had a
boyfriend coming up I waited on the stairway with a gun. Just for a moment. Then I said, "They are
flies." I realised who and what I was and left. I told her I would leave her free to marry a sharpie with
a cigar in his mouth from Muncie, Indiana. Would you like to be left free?
Me: The alternative is a sharpie with a Kool cigarette from Elizabeth.
He: That was unwise. Very unwise of you to say that.
Me: I would rather be honest. This is not the first time honesty has offended you.
Two mornings later phone message from Western Union: "Would advise you to forget all about me
and the Foundation. Ron"
Miles Hollister was an attractive young executive from Elizabeth.
Hubbard's disciple Ted Addison pressed me to make overtures to Ron. "Ron needs you very much.
Try not to think of him as a clinical case but as a man with a vision who can take no chances with
people he suspects may be enemies to himself or the cause. A man with a vision must jealously
guard it. If he is cruel it is not paranoid, but for the sake of the vision not for himself. A man like that
loves a woman only when she is part of that vision."
At Foundation Xmas party he sought me out and danced with me. I said, "Doctor, I need some
counseling. What do you do with a pre-clear who keeps dreaming she is in bed with you?" He: "I
have been thinking of beginning an empirical series of tests on the result of substituting the reality
for the dream."
Jan 51. Ron wrote several letters from the desert - he needed and loved me. He arrived Feb 3 1951
at Palm Springs after taking the bus. I saw at once when he walked towards me in the bus depot
that he had been more ill than I imagined. He chattered about conquering the world again. Ws
maid and cook at house. Ron had been tutoring himself on piano and played weird melodies of his
own composition.
He had been totally unable to work on the book that had been scheduled for publication that month.
He was sick about it. I thought he was running engrams - more psychotic than ever.