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Kelley, Davidito's full-time nanny. She called herself Sarah Davidito. All three children were part of the Royal Family and lived in seclusion in Mo's Home. The Royal Family children were to have a lot of influence in my life. They were our idols we looked up to, and we followed their lives in the Mo letters we read with great interest and curiosity.
    After siesta, we would be allowed out to play. My regular playmates were two sisters, Renee and Daniella. I liked their mother, Endureth, and took to her as my second, mother. I still did not accept Serena as my stepmother and often ignored her. I suppose my childish mind figured that if I blanked her out, she didn't exist. Serena also had her hands full caring for her six-month-old daughter, Mariana, and was now heavily pregnant by my father. To ease the situation, I ended up staying indefinitely with Endureth and her husband Silas, My sister Kristina would have been the same age as Daniella, and I would always talk about her as if I knew her, only she was in "India with my mother and baby David." Being with my friends in their family atmosphere helped me to pretend that I had lots of sisters. During the day we would play together, and at night we slept in a large double bed in the back of the caravan.
    My other friend was Armi. We could not have looked more different. She had dark, straight black hair and brown eyes just like her mother, who was half Native American. She was one of the first children to be born into the Children of God, in February 1972. Her father, Jeremiah Russell, was one of the first disciples to join Mo's team in Huntington Beach when there were only fifteen members. He was a musician and wrote songs that were played on the
Music with Meaning
show. Armi inherited her father's musical talents and was a star performer and I wanted to be just like her, sing like her, and hang around with her and her group of friends. We laughed at the same jokes, told each other our secrets, and she would help me and teach me things, like how to draw a body in proportion, instead ofjust a triangle for a neck and a circle for a hand. And she was also the one who helped me lose my clipped English accent and speak 'American" like most of the other children.

Armi and Mene, Mo's granddaughter, bonded together as sisters of misfortune. Their parents had been asked by Mo to send their daughters to Loveville with the assurance that they would be returned in six months. This never happened. Instead, Paul Peloquin and Marianne became their guardians.

No one dared to go against Mo's requests, which were obeyed as orders. After all, he was the prophet. We were conditioned to believe that carrying out Mo's directives was following God's will. It's clear looking back on it now that we were simply his playthings, his followers, used to fulfil his ambitions, lusts and fantasies. When Mo requested the women to dance naked for him on video, Paul got us all together, even the three-year-old girls, for a special meeting to read us the Mo Letters "Glorify God in the Dance" and "Nudes Can Be Beautiful."

"Thank the Lord! Isn't it a special privilege to be able to dance for the King?"

Excited, the adult women responded with many "Praise the Lords" and 'Amens" to Paul's question.

Paul continued, "He's given us detailed tips in these letters of how to do it. Praise the Lord."

I watched as the women picked their music and see-through veils and then performed their strip dances. When it was the girls' turn, Paul said, "Now this is for Davidito—so smile for him."

Armi, Mene, Renee, and Daniella did their dances for the little prince—and then it was my turn. Paul chose two songs for me and tied a white veil around my neck that I was supposed to take off during the dance. He gave me directions from behind the camera.

"Wiggle!" He pantomimed it. "Wiggle nicely and rub your bottom, honey."

I simply copied the motions I had seen the adult women perform earlier.

"Good, very good! Now blow kisses