Bishop Neka

The backdrop to my first memory comes from an incident in the early morning of December 10, 1958. This memory begins at what I would call home in a commune called “The Fountain of the World.” My home is in the hills of California between the San Fernando Valley and Simi Valley, on a narrow winding road called Box Canyon.
To start my story, let us start with Bishop Nekona. She was in charge of the school-age children and slept in what we called the Headquarters. She is an interesting character, one who has always been a bit secretive, a little lazy when she had a chance and Lord knows she did not like to be bothered with details. As I was growing up, this lady I knew as Bishop Nekona, kept to herself as much as possible. I am positive she did not like people, in fact, hate is a better word, but she did love her animals. My mother told me that the Master had said he liked her no-nonsense attitude. But part of that no-nonsense attitude made her hard to communicate with because when someone knocked on her door, she would usually send someone else to get the

It is 1:55 AM and two men get out of the truck and knock on the door of the headquarters, and Bishop Nekona answeres the door. Bishop Nekona’s room is behind the garage and closest to the knock. She did not want to answer so late a caller, but the pounding never let up, and she knew that the Master should not be awakened because he and the other leaders had just gotten to bed. She knew he did not mind late night questions, but when he finally makes it to bed, he wants to stay there. She gets to the door and who is standing there, Elzibah and Ralph J. Muller and wonders what they want, because one had been kicked out, and the other left on bad terms. To Bishop Nekona this was an easy no as she looks at them and gives them one of her looks and says "Master is sleeping," and shuts the