Bare-Faced Messiah (PDF) - Apologetics Index

until they blew [defected] - Warwick and Annie Allcock, Merrill [Mayo] and me, his cook, Sinar
Parinan, a cleaning girl called Juanita; all Sea Org members. We had about five or six apartments.
In Hemet on a typical day he would wake up late in the morning, it would vary. It was usually about
11 or 12, sometimes 2-3 in the afternoon, sometimes 8-9 in the morning. He'd get up in the
morning and take a nap in the afternoon for 3-4 hours and work lot of the night. He'd do office work
after he got up, managing orgs, looking through telexes and compliance reports and sent out new
orders, some dictated to messengers or by telex. Then he might have auditing session, then he did
more admin handling. He would spend several hours a day doing what he called music or
recording. He would either play music and record it or mix tapes of his, his taped lectures. He used
to do lot of mixing tapes. He had somewhere there, a recording engineer called Steve, who was
supposed to be mixing tapes, but Hubbard was never satisfied. He'd spend hours doing that each
day. He'd watch a couple of movies, watch a bit of TV, maybe read a book.
In summer, sometimes in the winter if it was a good day, but not much in hot weather, he'd go out
in the afternoon taking photographs. It was a great palaver, with half dozen people involved, one or
two getting cameras and film. He had to have all his cameras and accessories, all the different
types of film - everything possible that he might need. It all had to be refrigerated and carried in
cooler packs. They drove him in a special van that had to be cleaned immediately before he got into
it, the minute before he got in. It had special air conditioning and air filters. He would lie in a bed in
the back, on a couch-bed. People would stake out the outside, posted at vantage points to make
sure no one was around. He'd be whisked down and into the back of the van. He'd be dressed in a
weird disguise. One was a baseball cap with false hair sewn into it, one had long black shoulder
length hair, one had brown hair. He used caps and wigs. His clothes were very different from what
he normally wore. They'd even go as far as putting make up on his face. One time he put actors'
plasticine on his skin and face and had other rubber and plastic gadgets to stick in his cheeks and
change his face shape. Sometimes he wore them. He had various names; people with him
normally called him Uncle. He had a different shore story [alibi] - the most frequent one was that
they were geothermal engineers, looking for geothermal activity. The van had smoked windows
and curtains. Hemet is in the country, you can drive a matter of a mile or so and be in the country. A
lot of the time he would drive up into the San Jacinto Mountains, get out and walk around. There
was a stream there he liked to photograph and then he'd sell his photos to orgs to use in posters
and advertising. I think he charged outlandish sums, one was $5,000 for one usage of one photo. It
was a way of getting money from non-profit orgs. Messengers would usually accompany him.
Someone would drive a cook out with fresh sandwiches and cold drinks.
Sometimes they would go to a shopping mall and he would walk round in disguise. He would buy
odd things, he came back once with a bunch of little plastic animals. There was a mall in Hemet
but I believe he mostly went to San Bernardino. He'd bought a shopping mall somewhere in
California and I suppose he wanted to find ways of making it more profitable. Or maybe he just
wanted to see what a mall was like.
TROUBADOUR STORY. He called me up to his apartment. I went in there to see what he wanted.
He told me to sit down and started reminiscing. The next thing, he gets out his guitar. Another time
he had the TV going and he asked me what TV programme I was interested in. I didn't know what
was on TV, never got time to watch it - I wondered at first if he was checking up on me to see if I'd
been watching TV. He went flicking from channel to channel. He didn't seem to like too many and
would watch 5-l0 minutes and try another. He would spend the evening watching snippets of TV.
The troubadour story wasn't particularly convincing. Usually he was just full of orders and work, he
would usually give me a rapid string of things to do and wanted them done very quickly. When he
was talking about his hill-billy days, quite frankly for me it was a moment's respite from work, I didn't