Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

First I took up a cup of hot chocolate. He would be sitting at the table end of his 4-poster bed, in his
bedroom on the first floor corner. It had a deep green carpet, russet curtains, white shutters. The
bedspread was russet. He would drink chocolate and chat to me about anything - the latest news,
the weather, his childhood, the latest goings on at Saint Hill, who was upsetting him, who was
doing what wrong now, past lives, research. He was researching what eventually became the
clearing course. The research was done like this. He put himself on the meter and looked how the
reactive bank was made up on that level. He had theories, he would test them out and find what he
was looking for. He was looking into his mind. He took it on himself to look within himself to find out
how the reactive bank was made up so he could tell people what to do with their reactive bank.
He was working quite intensely. Once I interrupted him in his research room on the top floor above
the bedroom. He normally did it before he called down for breakfast. He sat by himself with an Emeter.
Childhood: he talked about his mother, he said she was a very fine woman - educated - she had
educated him. He talked about when she was in hospital, desperately ill; he got there just in time to
tell her that what she should do was just leave the body, go down to the maternity ward and get
another. He talked once about being at university where he had been to parties run by [inaudible]
who were very much in control of what young people were doing. He always put out an image of
being rather upper class, which he would betray now and again. For example, he tried to speak
French with the most dreadful accent. He had little expressions he liked to use, like "volte face" but
instead saying "volt feece" for some reason. "That was a very good bun mut" ("bon mot"). You
couldn't laugh or say anything.
After drinking his chocolate he would have a bath, still chatting. At some time I'd extricate myself,
rush downstairs and cook breakfast. Mary Sue had a separate bedroom but normally had her
breakfast with him. They would have scrambled eggs, sausages, mushrooms and tomatoes.
After breakfast he would come down to his office, a beautiful office, at the front in the corner and
start work. I would very rarely see him again until dinner time at 6.30, when I would have to have the
table laid. The children ate at 5.30 with their nanny in a little dining room near the back door. The
children lived in the [right] wing, formerly the servants' quarters. Each had a bedroom there.
At 6.25 I'd walk into his office with a jacket for him to wear to the table. After the children had bathed
they would all sit together in the sitting room and watch TV for an hour or so. Then he and Mary Sue
would return to work in separate offices. They drank coke with dinner, both smoked Kools. He had
his Kools imported from the US - they had a particular tip he liked and he couldn't get in Great
Britain. They spent most of their time working - there was very little socialising.
In '65 he was ill with very bad bronchitis and the doctor told him to lose weight and he went on a
strict diet to the end of '65.
Mary Sue could be both very sweet and loving and quite cold. The first time I had contact with her
was on my first Sunday, in the afternoon. I was about to prepare dinner and she came into kitchen
and said not a word to me. I thought it was very strange. I never really knew where I stood with her.
Once she yelled at me (on the ship) when Quentin was in some kind of trouble - he had been
disciplined and Mary Sue thought I had something to do with it. She was fiercely protective of her
children and really got mad.
In the early days at Saint Hill they seemed quite close. Sometimes when I went up I'd see her flitting