Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

we were training top management teams. Everything was going fine, then some bloody girl [Susan
Meister] shot herself on the ship. She got Peter Gillham's gun and shot herself in the mouth. We
were in a port that had disease. LRH called me back to the ship to take over medical office.
We were also messing around at that time with the King of Morocco. It got very weird. Tony & I sent
out to Apollo US and I fell in love with another man, Carlos Gusman. I was recalled back to ship.
This was out-ethics, tsk, tsk. I was put in a low ethics condition, and painting and cleaning the ship
went on for 3-4 months.
We would get messages from LRH every now and then about Carlos.
Jim Dincalci was sent on some Mission and I was moved into the Medical Office, where I came into
my own. In Sulfi the wind was blowing against the ship, didn't have enough fenders so Captain Bill
[Robertson] had all crew pushing against dock. Also in Sulfi he ordered people over side painting
the ship without sunhats, they were going down with sunstroke. I asked Captain Bill to bring them
in, but he refused. I ordered them in. There was row Hubbard came up and backed me.
I had 2 years' nurse training at British hospital in Bulawayo - my speciality was labour and delivery.
At that point I established a line with Hubbard. I never put him in jeopardy to risk making him look a
fool. I always thought, what would he want in this situation? This was about 73.
Then he got bursitis in his shoulder, I did a quick check on things you can do other than exercise.
One thing that helps was injections of vitamin B12. I was giving him daily shots and they were
helping and I was giving him limited exercises, he was overweight, having someone commiserate.
He got through it and then got a little bit of flu and says it is pneumonia, it was not. We got him
through that and so I became a person who could get him through his little sickness. and an affinity
was established.
It got to a point where I personally knew he was no more a wonderman and was as human as you
and I. He started treating me like messengers, he tell me things pissing him off on ship. I would
listen. He'd tell me stories of childhood, he talked about breaking in broncos at the age of 3 - I've
ridden and there's no way a 3 year old could even sit on a saddle - he wanted me to believe it. He
said, "they made a special saddle for me." I know it could not be true. I made appropriate noises.
He told me a story about his horse 3 times and 3 times it was different. Once it was a white horse
and once a palamino and once a paint (brown and white). He came from an unhappy home and
the more I listened the more I realised that.
He told me a lot about his previous lives, about being Cecil John Rhodes. Having come from
Rhodesia I knew Rhodes was gay and wondered why he should associate himself, he who was
so morally strict on how disgusting gays were, why he should associate himself with someone
who was definitely that way inclined. He was Tamburlaine's wife and told me a story of watching
Tamburlaine routed on his last rout, how he had cried and wept. He told me he had been in a
disabled space ship that had landed here, before there were animals, because of his ability - he
fixed the space craft and took off again. Then there were no trees or anything, just little bits of ocean
here and there. He realised its potential and so brought seeds from another planet and started
fertilising Planet Earth, a whole group of people under his orders came down here and brought
their form of medication in the plants. I didn't see why that couldn't be true, I could see how plants
were the first form of medication.
I believed these stories were true for him. He was a good storyteller, he loved it, he would have 2-3