Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

would not get into the world and therefore there would be a nuclear holocaust and if not, financial
and economic chaos.
In February '69 I became his personal communicator.
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There was not a great deal of socialising. But he would frequently step out of his office and would
say hello, stop and talk. He would frequently take walks along the promenade deck. Whenever he
stopped a crowd would quickly surround him, people joining in. His working pattern was the same
- he worked late into the night. When we had no set schedule, when we were not terribly sure
where we were going next, he would collect everything together and send someone out to send
mail and collect the incoming mail.
The destination would have to be somewhere we could collect mail, it had to be somewhere
friendly. After 1970, we had to be careful of the amount of oil we used. We devised a system of
triangular port [visits], then we would move to another triangle.
The hot pants and halter tops came in 73/4 after his year away from the ship.
There were periods when he didn't want any traffic during the day, he didn't want to be disturbed by
anything. So if I sent in something it would cause an upset. Then it would change without warning
and he'd send a messenger out asking for his traffic. One of the things I was supposed to do was
weed out anything incomplete. Sometimes I would get something with info he had to have but it
contained a problem. I didn't know what to do. I was always waiting for an explosion, although he
very rarely lost his temper with me. There was a lot of tension, always the very real possibility that
somebody would make such a mistake that would cause a flap that he would have to handle.
Someone might upset the harbour master, someone might start a rumour on shore by saying the
wrong thing in answer to a question. Someone might let slip something about Scientology,
someone might ruin one of the generators. Some shit was always going to hit the fan every day,
you could count on it and it would produce roars and hustle and bustle. I didn't like that. He could
always find something to make a fuss about.
His uniform was a white or blue silk shirt and blue pants, black boots and gold lanyard. He usually
wore a cravat, he had done for years. He had a naval officer's hat with a badge and lots of
scrambled egg.
At Madeira he went ashore for a while. He went ashore at Curacao for a while. At Tangiers he went
ashore for a few months, in early '72, but had to skip because he was going to be extradited. He
had taken some people ashore and was trying to teach the Moroccan security police how to use an
E-meter so they could catch traitors. I saw him doing that and saw who he sent out to put on the
training team. I didn't see how it could possibly succeed, you can't monkey around with the secret
police. He was looking for the possibility of looking for some country to welcome him, to keep him
secure. He thought if he could get into favour with the secret police he would have the favour of King
Hassan. It blew up in everybody's face. He was trying to teach the police how to find out if
somebody had a crime using the -meter. It's not difficult to do if you know how to operate the Emeter,
you can establish whether that person has done something wrong, what and when. I think
the police being trained in the classroom were all right, but other people in the government found
out and were terrified that their little things would be found out. It was done under the aegis of OTC
or the American Institution of Human Engineering and Development. Scientology was never
mentioned. I thought he was justified in doing what he was doing. He was doing very important