Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

messengers and me sitting on the floor. He was at his best at that point, being a father figure,
saving his people, telling them stories about history. It was nice to listen to what he said. He was a
genius in his own way, he picked up on things quick, but he was not different from anyone else.
I knew why he had ailments - it was because he was an ordinary man. His story was that enemies
were pushing bad energy on him. Saviours had to put up with it. It was coming on so heavily and
hard from so any forces.
Mary Sue was ill during the period when he was away in Queens {New York City]. I don't think she'd
had sex with her husband for 4-5 years at that time. I was on ship for whole time he was away. I
remember the wonderful day of his coming back. People were going past his office, he'd come out
and shake hands. I didn't think he was in a good shape. He was very nervous. To me he looked
tight, wound up. We took off from Lisbon and went to Las Palmas. Then he took his motorcycle out
and came off in an oil slick.
He broke his arm, three ribs and bruised himself to an unbelievable point. He had massive black
bruises, he had really damaged himself. He refused to see a doctor. I saw him come back,
walking. He went into his room and wouldn't see anyone except messengers and Mary Sue. Next
day he saw Jim and then me. He was in his chair. We strapped his arm to him and strapped his
ribs. We were in Las Palmas. We went out to sea in a Force 5 [wind]. Strapped to his chair he must
have gone through agony. He screamed and hollered and yelled and slept in his chair. It was
absolutely ungodly, six weeks of pure hell. Finally Laurel [Sullivan] went into town and found a
doctor. She went off in Madeira and found a doctor. He came to the ship and he said what we all
knew. In Lisbon we got him off and had him x-rayed but the break had already started to mend. He
never went into a cast - it was too late. It took three months to heal. He was revolting to be with - a
sick crotchety pissed-off old man at an extreme of antagonism to everything and everyone. His wife
was often in tears. He'd scream at top of his lungs, "Get out of here!" Laurel was very good and
spent a lot of time with him. Messengers went through hell. I'd go and see him every two days, to
check him. He'd throw food physically with his other arm. I'd see plates splat against the bulkhead.
When things got really bad I'd go and make him English scrambled eggs and toast with butter and
milk and took it up well salted and peppered, I even fed him once.
In Lisbon they gave him pain medication, which he took. He had been on testosterone, different
antibiotics. I have never known him take anything like upper or downers or anything else.
As the pain wore away he started being a bit more reasonable and when he got more reasonable I
would go in a little bit more. He stayed in his room for this whole period, he never left. He could not
lie down, he had to stay in his chair. He should have had his arm put in a cast. He weighed 260
pounds at this time. Sitting up was best thing to do but he didn't get much sleep. To me it was such
gross stupidity not to get medical staff to handle it rather than put everyone through such hell. He
said they were all fools and would only make him worse. The truth was that he was terrified of
doctors.
ROCK FESTIVAL [in Funchal, Madeira, 7 Oct 1974]. I got smashed in the jaw and broke my jaw. I
was with him at the time. He was worried. They threw rocks, then cast off the ropes in a small bay
with lots of pleasure yachts. We were adrift and we couldn't get the engines started immediately.
There were messages to get the engine started. Captain Bill was trying to get people away from the
sides, Mary Sue was in town with some of the crew. One guy had his head opened, 10-12 hit in
various places. One guy on the quay took out his penis and wiggled it. Somebody threw a bunch of
nuts and bolts and gave him a direct hit.