I was on cloud nine after I accepted the job to work for
Mrs. Prophet personally. I felt so privileged! Just think, I was serving
directly the true Vicar of Christóthe only genuine and anointed representative
of the Great White Brotherhood on Earth--the most highly evolved person on the
planetóthe living Christ. How cosmic! I could not grasp the magnitude of it
all. I was pumped big time!
For most of one day, Michelle gave me training on my
duties and I took copious notes. Then I was on my own.
My new job was full time and that meant I no longer worked
in graphics or prepared communion. It also meant I no longer had a regular staff
schedule. I never attended any regular staff decree sessions but I did get to
some of the Sunday services.
My weekday schedule went like this: E.M. and I
arrived at the house about 6:00 a.m. One of us started breakfast and the other
one woke the children. After the kids were up and dressed, they had breakfast
and either E. or I or the overnight staff guard drove the kids to school.
[Aside: With the exception of the guard who slept
downstairs at night, the family did not have guards per se in those days to the
extent that developed in later years. E. and I or whatever staff were
with the children were their caretakers for the moment.]
When Mrs. Prophet woke up, one of us would assist her to
get ready for the day. Sometimes she would have breakfast at home. She would
either fix it herself or ask one of us to do it for her. After that, one of us
would drive her down to La Tourelle for her day.
After all the family were gone from the house, there were
regular household chores like dishes, laundry, cleaning, making beds and
shopping etc. to be done. We shopped for Mrs. Prophetís cosmetics and wardrobe
at a Broadmoor Hotel boutique and the exclusive department stores in town. We
took care of Mrs. Prophetís dressing room and wardrobe at La Tourelle that
were there for services and teaching at SU. We also delivered and picked up
clothes at the dry cleaners and shopped for the children.
The children and Mrs. Prophet had an allowance from the
church and one of my duties was to handle these household moneys and keep
account of them.
When school ended around three oíclock, one of us picked
up Tatiana and brought her home. Often Moira and Erin stayed at school or did
things with their friends after school so they didnít come home until dinner
time. Sean was hardly ever home for dinner.
E. or I would sometimes take the older children on
outings after school and then drive them home at dinner time. Or the children
would come home with M. B. who would come to the house with dinner that
she had prepared in the kitchen at La Tourelle. Most of the time M.B. stayed
to serve dinner but once in a while she would leave and E. and/or I would
be there to serve. A bit later in the evening, we put the children to bed after
A lot of evenings, Mrs. Prophet would come home to have
dinner with her children. Then she would return to La Tourelle to work.
Mrs. Prophet was married to Randall King at this time. He
did not live at the house. He was living in his office at La Tourelle which was
the old Montessori classroom that I stayed in when I first came on staff. I
think Randall was in the dog house for something and was on some kind of
discipline. Sometimes Randall would come for dinner at the house. He spent a few
nights, too. I could tell two people had slept in Mrs. Prophetís bed from time
I never had much interaction with Randall. I picked up and
delivered his laundry at his office and once in a while I would see him and say
hi. And I would see him at the house when he came to dinner. That was about it.
He was always courteous.
In spite of my early concerns about baby-sitting full
time, I actually enjoyed working with the Prophet children. Tatiana had just
turned four years old. Moira was around eight, Erin ten and Sean thirteen.
I liked all of the children. They each had their own
individual personality: Tatiana was very decisive about things for a four-year
old. One day she decided she was going to fast and her mother held her to it.
Tatiana only drank grape juice all day.
When I picked her up from school, she was hungry. I
remember seeing her sitting on the floor in her room after school sipping grape
juice. I could tell she was hungry but she stuck to her fast. It was sweet and
yet sad at the same time. It seemed precocious to me that a child of that age
would fast on her own. I was struck by her fortitude. I was also idolatrous of
her because the messengers told us that she had balanced 78% of her karma.
Erin was sweet but could be cranky and would complain
about doing things but you could count on her to be obedient in the end. She
always had her nose in a book. Erin loved movies such as the Wizard of Oz and
The Sound of Music. She also enjoyed making pancakes and baking cookies on
Moira had a lot of spunk and could be a rascal at times.
She loved to tease her sisters. She could be openly disobedient. Other times she
would try to get away with things behind our backs. We had to keep a close eye
on Moira. She was a handful but she could also be very sweet and vulnerable at
times. I liked Moira in spite of it all.
We didnít see much of Sean as he left the house early in
the morning--often with the staff guard who had spent the night. For the most
part, he did his own thing after school with his friends and was not home in the
evening much. I think he must have had an alternate place to stay because he did
not sleep at the house a lot of nights.
Sean was old enough to be very independent and required no
supervision from me or Elizabeth. His mother handled disciplinary issues. Sean
was always respectful and interesting to talk to.
His mother made him do a three day fast one time. I
gathered it wasnít something he relished. He got around it for a whileóhe
took solid food and blended it into a liquid. His mom found out and told him
that it violated the fast. She said he could only have juice on a fast which he
did after that.
I found that the Prophet children were just regular kids
and like all kids, they had their good and not-so-good moments. What made them
different was being the offspring of the messengers and the circumstance of
living in a community where almost everyone held them in an idolatry of sorts.
More was expected of them because of who they had supposedly been in past lives
and their supposed attainment and mission for the Great White Brotherhood in
this life. It wasnít what I would call a normal childhood setting to grow up
Still, even though they were regular kids, taking care of
them was not an ordinary baby-sitting job because in another sense they werenít
just regular kids. I thought they were all avatars and therefore not ordinary
people. Oftentimes, how to handle the children got tricky, especially when their
mother was nearby. Since E. had been on the job longer, I usually took my
cue from her.
It seemed that in general whatever Tatiana wanted to do,
we tried to accommodate her. One Saturday afternoon, she decided and insisted
she wanted to walk down to La Tourelle from the house. It was quite a wayóat
least two miles, maybe more. It was a nice winter afternoon with no snow on the
ground. The roads were paved and there was never much traffic on them. I donít
remember all the details but I think E. said we should let her do it. I
accompanied Tatiana on the walk.
We were about halfway down the mountain when I saw a pack
of dogs coming towards us. They had not noticed us yet but it alarmed me. I made
Tatiana get on my back and I kept walking. When the dogs noticed us they came
running. I braced myself and kept my stride. They all sniffed and barked for a
few tense moments but fortunately they did not get vicious. I kept walking and
they soon lost interest and left. I was glad when we finally got to La
Tourelle after our little adventure.
One of the things I wasnít very good at was getting the
two younger children ready for school in the morning. Moira and Tatiana roomed
in one of the upstairs bedrooms next to the master bedroom where Mrs. Prophet
slept. Often Moira would tease Tatiana in the morning to the point of her crying
which would inevitably wake their mother despite my fervent efforts to keep the
I still had a great deal of fear of Mrs. Prophet as I
believed she was God incarnate. When I realized that Mrs. Prophet had been
awakened, my solar plexus always did a flip. I never got in trouble for not
keeping the children quiet, though. E. was much better at getting the
kids ready in the morning.
After a couple of weeks on the job, we revised our
schedules to where E. handled the early morning duties and I arrived in
time for E. to drive the kids to school. Then I was there to assist Mrs.
Prophet when she woke up. E. went home earlier in the evening and I
handled the evening duties and stayed until the staff guard arrived with Mrs.
Prophet around 11 pm or later.
Assisting Mrs. Prophet in the morning involved various
chores. I laid out clothes for her and helped her with her wardrobe. Sometimes
she would have me decree in a chair in her room while she was in the shower.
One morning I was helping her with her clothes. She had a
fancy blouse that was hard to figure out how it buttoned. I gave it my best shot
but it came out all kerflui. We both had a laugh over it.
Sometimes, I actually did her hair. She had these hot
rollers that I didnít know how to use. I have naturally curly hair so the
world of curling irons and rollers is foreign to me. Fortunately for Mrs.
Prophet, most of the time W.Z. did her hair at La Tourelle when she got
there in the morning. (I am sure her "do" for the day required
remedial work from W. when I did it in the morning.)
I also did whatever she requested in terms of breakfast in
the morning. One day she was making some breakfast for herself that required
thyme. She was very stern that morning and delivering curt, one-word orders. She
barked, "Thyme!" and I replied, "Itís almost 8:30!" From
her reaction, I could tell I had said the wrong thing. Then I realized I had
misunderstood what she meant. I quickly got the thyme and handed it to her.
There were no laughs that morning over my mistake but I laughed within and
struggled to keep a straight face. The joke was on me.
I wasnít really comfortable doing these things. While I
had done a lot of housekeeping in my day, I had never been a personal servant
and it wasnít my thing. I still relished the privilege of serving the
Being that close to the messenger gave me glimpses of the
personal side of her that I had not had occasion to see before. One evening when
I drove her to La Tourelle after dinner, I saw her burdened and depressed. That
was new to me and my heart went out to her.
I liked seeing her with the children when they were just
being a regular family. I got to see them all together once when they went
swimming at the YMCA. I remember a couple of Saturday afternoons when they were
all home and had a good time being together.
I was glad when Mrs. Prophet would come home to have
dinner with the kids. I think she always tried to make herself available and
accessible to the kids, even when she was working during the day and evening at
My favorite times around Mrs. Prophet were the quiet
moments when she was mellow. These usually happened when she came home late at
night or sometimes first thing in the morning. I treasured the few occasions I
had of one-on-one casual interaction and conversation with the messenger. I wish
it had happened more often. I would like to have seen more of her regular-person
side. She never really let her hair down around me, though (except when I was
putting in hot rollers <G>). I was too much in the capacity of a servant I
I always loved her laugh and I wish she had laughed more
often. I did not observe that she had a great sense of humor, though. With the
right people and circumstance, perhaps she did.
When I first got the job on Mrs. Prophetís personal
staff, I thought it would afford me opportunities to ask her questions about
cosmic things and the profound meaning of lifeómy favorite subject. I was
sorely disappointed when I found out it didnít work that way around the
messenger in daily life.
Even on a Sunday afternoon after a live dictation
delivered at the service that day, the conversation around the messenger was
mostly mundane. I canít say as it was always that way but in my experience
around her during my tenure on her household staff and later on through the
years in various capacities around her from time to time, I never heard much
discussion about the teaching given by the master in the dictation just
concluded. I was always struck by this and a bit disappointed because I loved
the teachings and expected that they would be the topic of discussion more often
around the messenger. Perhaps I just wasnít in the right place at the right
time to hear it.
I was surprised about some things around the messenger.
One day I had the opportunity to ask Mrs. Prophet how she was recovering from
the astral experiences she had after the minister had touched her third eye
during our third-level field trip. When I asked her about it, she had
practically forgotten it ever happened. I realized that she had overstated and
exaggerated the situation in her remarks to SU. I thought of a teaching in Dwal
Kulís Pearls on the human aura. He said that exaggeration was a form of
dishonesty. I was almost startled to realize that the messenger still had
elements of the human consciousness.
I was surprised by other things, too. For instance, one
time Mrs. Prophet ate some chicken soup. I remembered her vow about being a
vegetarian at Freedom í73. It was a big deal to eat meat at that time. She
explained to me that it was necessary to eat meat once in a while for the
Another time, she had me buy blackberry wine for medicinal
purposes. I understood why but was still surprised by it.
Perhaps I shouldnít have been, but I was surprised to
find out that Mrs. Prophet and Randall argued big time. I guess I had her on a
pedestal because of who she was and the wonderful teachings she had delivered at
the Family Designs for the Golden Age seminar. I expected that she, of all
people on the planet, would have a perfect marriage and family.
One week-end, Randall and Mrs. Prophet had a big fight. I
was told to take Sean and get lost for several hours. I was to call the house
later on to find out if the coast was clear.
Sean and I went to the mall and looked around at stuff and
then took in a movie. After the movie we went to a phone booth to call the
house. Sean knew exactly what was going on. We then got something to eat and I
took him to La Tourelle. Then I went home for the night.
I learned later that Mrs. Prophet spent that night in an
undisclosed hotel in town. Randall was notorious for a terrible temper and I
guess Mrs. Prophet didnít want him to know where she was.
Not very long after that incident, Randall called the
house one day and asked me where Mrs. Prophet was. I knew she had gone somewhere
with Harry Spielberg but I told Randall I didnít know where she was. Mrs.
Prophet asked me later what I had told Randall and I told her the truthóI had
lied to him. She didnít say anything except that Randall knew I lied. I felt
like I needed to protect her from him. It was a very awkward situation.
After a brief honeymoon period on the job, I began to get
into trouble for things. Mrs. Prophet could be a stern taskmaster. Things had to
be done just so. For instance, one evening at dinner I poured her a cup of
tea. She made me come back and fill the cup to an exact spot to give her
the proper amount. It was also a major issue that all food be hot.
Sometimes Mrs. Prophet was out of touch with the tasks of
daily living. One day she asked me if the job of taking care of her and the kids
and the house really required two people. I was speechless because E. and
I were constantly on the go. I couldnít imagine how one person could do the
job we did.
She could also be what seemed callous. One time,
and I got the flu at the same time. E. stayed home that morning and I
came to work because I was just starting to feel bad. By 7:30 am I had chills,
aches and pains and a fever. I could hardly stand up at the breakfast table as
the kids and Mrs. Prophet ate. I was surprised to see that there was absolutely
no concern in Mrs. Prophet over how E. or I felt.
After Mrs. Prophet got to La Tourelle and the kids got to
school I went home to bed. E. and I got a message later in the day that
we were both "out of alignment." The guilt I felt was much worse than
any of the flu symptoms I was suffering. It was awful.
Serving in Mrs. Prophet's household got very confusing for
me. Todayís rules would be tomorrowís disobedience. This was before the
concept of guru and the eastern slant on the path had come into focus in the
teachings. I was totally in the dark. In my mind, I was just a Catholic who had
found a wonderful teaching that incorporated the saints and also included
reincarnation. I didnít have a clue about the so-called eastern guru
techniques. I didnít know what a guru was. I wasnít looking for a guru.
As the weeks went on, things got rockier for me. But I was
still determined to do my very best at all times. Because I seemed to be so
dense around Mrs. Prophet, I started getting up at 3 am so that I could get 40
Astreas, violet flame and the Surrender Rosary done before I went to work. I
hoped the decrees would make me less dense, but it didnít make much
difference. I still got in trouble often. Elizabeth and I seemed to alternate
places in the dog house. We laughed about it.
In April, the Easter conference was in California. It was
so intense getting the family ready for the trip. Tensions ran high and
adrenaline flowed constantly. It was a crisis atmosphere. The chaos and
confusion was unbelievable. What a relief it was when they all left for the
airport. Peace at last!
We had a few days respite. I stayed at the house while
everyone was gone. It took me days to clean up the unbelievable amount of rubble from getting the
family out the door to the conference. I had never seen such a mess.
When the conference ended and Mrs. Prophet returned, it
was a major adjustment in consciousness to be back in the intensity of life
around the messenger. I found that I no longer relished the opportunity to work
in her household. My delight had turned to dread.