Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

was to get up, handle comm[unications], do some writing, take a walk, have supper, watch movie
on TV. Mary Sue and Nicky were there. When he went out we disguised him a bit, maybe stuck a
moustache on him with a funny hat. He was pretty up, things were pretty calm. He moved to
Dunedin, but every time you moved him there was a great palaver - ten suitcases and 500 boxes
taken secretly at night.
We went shopping one day and came back to a great hoo-hah. "I can smell kapok, someone has
brought kapok in!" It stops animals eating telephone poles. The telephone man had been there that
afternoon, parked outside his bathroom window. Everyone was running back and forwards.
Everyone calmed down when the "why" had been found. Sometimes I lied to find a "why". It will all
be over when why was found. "My food is terrible, find out what's wrong!" I would say the pot had not
been cleaned much.
In Dunedin we had new, small apartments. LRH and Mary Sue lived in one, each had an office in
another. Three more were for the crew. His kitchen - no food was ever cooked where he slept - was
in another. I was CO HU - Commanding Officer Household Unit. It was all about saving your ass,
being able to talk faster than anyone else and having your own power lines tucked in to the old
man.
Now, the man could be brilliant and he had charisma, I could see it. My attitude towards him at this
point was one of sorrow because I realised something very intrinsic had not grown up in this man.
His fibs about his early childhood, his refusal to acknowledge his second wife or the child of that
marriage. He felt he needed people around him who would protect him.
For instance, Sara and Alexis. He told me she lied outright, "Everyone could see [Alexis] wasn't my
child."
Dunedin was fine until some reporter came knocking at a door. We came back and found the HU
packed. LRH was agitated like I had not seen him agitated for years. "We're leaving right now. Who
do you want to take with you?"
We took his Cadillac and went to Orlando. Michael, me and Hubbard, Michael driving. We got to a
hotel, perhaps the Great Western. He sent Michael out to telephone Mary Sue. She had moved her
office. Michael came back and told him and he broke down and wept. It was unreal. This was in his
hotel room. Tears were pouring out his eyes. We didn't know what hell was happening. "If she's
moved her office, it means someones come there. It means the whole thing's broken down. Don't
you see? Don't you understand this?" Michael went out and called again to ask why she had
moved. It looked like he was going to have a heart attack right there. She said she was more
comfortable [elsewhere]. Michael relayed the message and he went to bed. We had adjoining
rooms. She had just moved office from one apartment to another.
Next morning he said, "We have to leave immediately. We have to get a new car." Michael went off
with cash to buy a new car. We had about $25,000 with us. He gave Michael $5,000 to get a car. He
found us a cocoa-brown Chevrolet hatchback big enough for all our suitcases. He had five, we had
one between us. We left his Cadillac behind. We had checked into the hotel in false names - he
was supposed to be my father.
We started the trip to NY and leaving Florida was the most horrendous thing we had done. He sat
in back and every police car we saw he screamed, "There they are! They're after us!" We kept
turning off highways and freeways, stopped continually, had to leave the main road as soon as we
saw a police car. We stopped in some real hokey places.