This photo was taken during the 1980 New Years Day meal at “X,” Hubbard’s hideout at that time in Hemet, California. Kima Douglas is at the far left of the photo. The person Hubbard appears to be communicating with could be Michael Douglas. The woman to the right of that person at the table looks like Terri Gamboa. The man to her right is Asian, and I’ve forgotten his name. The only person on the other side of the table that I can positively identify is David Mayo, with the leather jacket and smoking the Sherman (oops). They’re drinking Lancers Rose, a cheap and available wine Hubbard must have had on many occasions during the Apollo’s years in Portugal.
Note that Hubbard here has quite clearly lost his phrenologist’s fruit, the epicranial protuberance he sported in the 70’s, and which is quite visible in these photos from December 1974.
http://www.gerryarmstrong.org/50grand/writings/historical/apollo-wedding5.html
http://www.gerryarmstrong.org/50grand/writings/historical/apollo- wedding24.html
http://www.gerryarmstrong.org/50grand/writings/historical/apollo- wedding26.htmlJim Dincalci mentioned the bump in his interview with Russell Miller published in Bare-faced Messiah.
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After dinner Hubbard had a single tot of brandy and sometimes talked into the night. 'He'd jump around from subject to subject,' said Dincalci. 'One minute he'd be talking about how an angel had given him this sector of the universe to look after and next minute he'd be talking about the camera he wanted me to buy for him next day. I used to watch him talking; sometimes his eyes would roll up into his head for a couple of minutes and he'd be kinda gone. One of the things that upset him was that he'd never gotten back the money that he had stashed away in previous lives. There was some inside the statue of a horse in Italy which he had hidden in the sixteenth century. He was a writer and had written The Prince. "That son-of-a-bitch Machiavelli stole it from me," he said. He talked a lot about his childhood and all the horses he had ridden when he was little, how he would get on them before he could walk. I didn't get the impression that it was a happy childhood, not at all. There was a lot of bitterness there about his parents. He said, over and over, he had graduated from George Washington University. "They say I didn't," he used to complain, "but I did." He said that he was editor of the University paper for four years and that would prove it.
'He said that when Pearl Harbor was bombed he was on some island in the Pacific and he was the senior person in charge because everyone else had been killed. He was controlling all the traffic through the island until a bomb exploded right by him at the airport and he was sent home, the first US casualty of World War Two. He had a big fatty tumour, a lymphoma, on the top of his head which he said had slivers of shrapnel in it. We had it X-rayed once and had the film enlarged fifty times to find the shrapnel, but there was nothing there. When he came back from the war his first wife didn't go to see him, even though he was wounded. He had nothing good to say about her. His second wife, whom he never really married, was a spy who had been sent by the Nazis to spy on him during the war.
'Most nights I'd give him a massage before he went to bed and he always said he felt better for it. In my mind I never questioned anything he said except once when he was talking about out-of-the-body experiences and how beautiful it was to sit on a cloud. I was always running about New York looking at things for him and I thought if he was such hot shit, why did I have to go and look? Why couldn't he go out of his body and take a look himself?'
[End Quote]My recollection of the bump, which I saw on many occasions in the 70’ s, was that it was about 3 centimeters in diameter and a centimeter in height. Scott Mayer says it was “golf-ball sized.” http://lisatrust.bogie.nl/scientology/essays/literati/99-Mayer.htm But I would say that it was, in mass and shape, maybe a third of a golf ball.
Kima told me that Hubbard’s bump was a sebaceous cyst, and that she lanced it and squeezed out a tablespoon or so of fairly unfragrant sebum. This would indicate that Jim Dincalci’s statement, as reported in Bare-Faced Messiah, that the bump was a “lymphoma,” was in error. But, IANAD, and I wasn’t there during the assistosection. The story that when his head was lanced Hubbard took off and rocketed around the room with the duty messengers frantically chasing after and trying to grab hold of him is just so much hot air.
A tech estimate I received stated that in the Commodore’s tablespoonful there would have been millions or even billions of body thetans, including any number of clusters. On the fast side of average, it takes a minute to blow a BT on NOTS. Splitting the difference between a million and a billion BTs or clusters – let’s say 550 million – it would take something over 9 million well done auditing hours. Even if Hubbard could have his sebaceous, or lymphomatoid, BTs audited by the best (David Mayo was his auditor at the time) who could put 20 hours in the chair every day, it would take 450 thousand days. If Hubbard was audited on NOTS every day of the year as long as it took, since it does take as long as it takes, it would take at least 1,232 years.
Hubbard proved that the very highest OT on Teegeeac can’t expect to live 75 years, even if that OT postulated that he would live to be 200 years old. http://www.gerryarmstrong.org/50grand/writings/ars/ars-2000-03-11.html
Thus it would take over 16 lifetimes of unflagging NOTS auditing -- if it was run from birth to death and 20 hours a day -- to rid even the highest OT of a tablespoon of BTs and clusters. NOTS will never work. It is obvious that the only thing that will work, if the planet is to be cleared, is Lancers’ Tech. What would take an auditor more than a millennium, Kima did with a lance and a mere minute’s squeezing. Scientologists must stop auditing and learn to squeeze the BTs out of their pcs. A lot less squeezing in the reg office, and a lot more squeezing under the knife, and everyone can be rocketed to OT.I’m thinking of calling this the Technical Breakthrough of 2003.
© 2003 Gerry Armstrong
