Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

We came out to LA to an overland venue. I flew with him from Washington to LA, first class, under
assumed names. He watched a movie about hang gliders, people saving someone in Greece. He
loved it. He was quite relaxed. We moved into apartments - we had about 6 or 7, close together.
The GO [Guardian's Office] bought the Palms and the property next door at La Quinta. He and I
drove down in a red Cadillac convertible; he was driving with a jaunty little cap on - he loved it - to
look at the property. The place down the road was called the Rifle house and was bought for him.
He didn't like the big house on the first property. We bought Rifle for $180,000 in 75/76. Moving
down there took a lot of doing.
MISSING RIFLES AND GUNS. LRH had an Uzi machine gun, a couple of .303s, a couple of .22s, a
silver plated Luger, four cowboy six-shooters and two very small hand guns. Somehow they got left
in the Dunedin apartment after we moved out. The GO tried to prove that I left them there knowingly.
All the guns had been illegally imported into the country - some were not registered, some were
registered to LRH. He started wavering then, wondering if I was really on his side.
Whenever there was a meal that didn't go well, "Someone is trying to poison me! Find the culprit!" I
would go off and "find" the culprit. He began to waver. He was always suspicious and changing the
guard.
On the move to La Quinta, he drove himself, with the trucks carrying the boxes travelling at different
times and routes, not to draw attention. Rifle was his house, Olive Tree Ranch was the comm
centre where messengers lived, and the Palms was where the rest of us lived. Now it's a part of a
hotel, the pool has been made into a tennis court. The pool had an island with a palm tree on it. It
was a nice place but we had far too many people there. We ended up with 120 people in one 4 bed
house, a 4 bed cottage. The house was all offices - the dormitories were in a date packing plant at
back where people slept in horrendous disarray.
CURACAO. The ship had arrived in Curacao. The Commodore was out taking photographs. Mary
Sue called me and said, "The Commodore looks dreadful, come up." I walked in and thought, "Shit,
he's dying!" He was grey, his pulse erratic. I told him he was having a heart attack and I was taking
him into hospital. I said I was calling an ambulance. He said he forbid it. I said I don't care. He had
embolisms in the ambulance. The doctors were very worried when he arrived, they thought there
was not much hope. They put him on an anticoagulant and he started to get better. I did everything -
nursing him, got him into a private room, brought him food from the ship. I ferried every meal there
for 3 weeks; the hospital was 10 miles away. He had hot and cold boxes. The messengers ate
hospital food. 3 messengers sat outside his room 24 hours a day. He sat on the edge of his bed
and said, "You disobeyed me". I said, "Yes, I did, and I'll do it every time your life is in danger." He
said it wasn't that bad. I said, "I'm not going to argue with you. Ask the doctor." The doctor told him
he was 2-3 hours from death. He was supposed to be on anticoagulant pills for the rest of his life,
but he stopped taking them in LA.
LA QUINTA. We started filming in the desert in temperatures from 118 to 122. We had a motor
home but we could not run it during filming - the sound messed up the filming. In 78/79, probably
78, he started getting real grumpy.
QUENTIN'S DEATH. I walked into his office at La Quinta at Rifle and took breakfast into him. He
saw messengers running about outside, and asked what was going on. I tried to distract him, then
Nicky and a GO person went in and told him. The death report said there was sperm in the anal
canal and he had died of asphyxiation of carbon monoxide. He took it reasonably well, didn't cry,
didn't get emotional. He threw the death report at me and said, "Read that!" He went in and told