The Truth About the (Music) ‘Industry’ Expounded in The Prodigal Band Trilogy (Part Three)—Handlers and Agendas

It isn’t just a matter of “selling one’s soul” for fame and fortune that explains why so many entertainers appear to promote and practice debauched behavior on- and off-stage. Those guiding their careers and success surely have something to do with it, including managers, producers, backers, and such ‘influencers’ as pop culture sages and spirit-guides. Timothy Leary and new age leader Maharishi Mahesh Yogi are examples from the ‘hippie days’ of the sixties, and Aliester Crowley, a Satanist and leader of an occultist group Thelema who died in 1947 (and memorialized by the Beatles as ‘sergeant pepper’ of sorts…Crowley also appeared on that album’s cover) also was an influencer in the 60s, 70s, 80s and 90s; Jimmy Page of Led Zeppelin fame was an avowed follower of Crowley.

Thus it is not just ‘whistling Dixie’ that I included among the evil characters for The Prodigal Band Trilogy the occult ‘church’ leader Swami Negran, his successor, ‘healer’ Cole Blessing, and then the next successor Mark Besst, a tech oligarch in the age of the internet. Also included in the bad guy list are evil ‘Novordo Club’ and occult secret society the Hellyons members Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau, Duke Marty Effingchester, Mrs. X and Y and Rodney Davis, a mafioso-type, and others. All of these can be considered handlers, making sure the prodigal band Sound Unltd follows the nihilist agenda set forth by the evil, led by the Satan-character, Corion, who guides those handlers.

The first snippet is from Chapter Two of the original The Prodigal Band, copyright © 2018 Deborah Lagarde, and left out of the three-books-in-one The Prodigal Band Trilogy. It introduces Swami Negran and his ultimate goal to serve the evil god Corion, who is communicating with Negran in spirit as the swami watches all of his American church followers being sacrificed to Corion in a burning fire which he himself set. It is the year 1986, and it is right after (as stated in a previous snippet post) band guitarist Jack ‘prays’ for success as the band begins its national contest-winning tour.

Meanwhile, on an American Prairie

 

Swami Rashnish Negran, Calcutta native and head of the Church of the Circle of Unity, stood on a grassy hill overlooking his burning whitewashed church building, holding two cans of gasoline. Hearing the screams, cries, and torment. Seeing the steeple crash asunder. Smelling the octane burned up in flames. Tasting the toasted flesh. Touching the souls who will serve the dark Lord Corion, a god of Evil, forever in the Abyss.

“My sacrifice for you, my Lord Corion, as I promised.”

Negran, wearing his patented white silk dragon-design robe, matching pants, and sandals, fell to his knees, laid the gas cans down beside him and prayed, cupping his hands together, knowing Corion would answer him. For he was Corion’s channel.

“What do you wish now, my Lord, that I may do your bidding and have everlasting life?”

“Crynnwagg of the Crag-Dwellers you were, and the everlasting Crynnwagg you shall always be, if you deliver to me the souls of a six-man band of ill-repute. A band that will also deliver to me the throng of the world’s youth. A youth that will worship me for all time.”

“A rock ‘n roll band, my Lord? Is that who you want?”

“Not just any six-man rock band, Crynnwagg-Negran. They will be the greatest rock band ever. They will drive their idol-worshipers to follow me. They will serve me forever. You will befriend this band, guide their spirits, and lead them to me.”

“Your will be done, my Lord. But how will I know this band?”

“Go to Britain, to my servant Baron Torquay-Lambourgeau. He owns the world’s largest banking cartel and controls through his proxies the world’s foremost entertainment media outlets. Ingratiate yourself to these earthly powers. Forget about merely building a church of followers for your sacrifice to me. You have bigger fish to fry.”

“Fry. Burn.” Swami laughed out loud at this pun. A demonic laugh.

But Corion intruded on his reverie. “My demons will help you. They will help guide you as well as the six. They have already contacted the leader of this band and they know this band wants fame and fortune more than anything. But beware.”

“Of the Creator?” Negran shook on his knees at the thought of the wrath of God.

Corion bellowed anger. “The Creator? Do not concern yourself with the One that I will overcome! Beware of the old woman. She is called the Witch of the Hovels of Walltown, where, by the way, this band comes from. She can and will try to stop you. But her powers are limited. She needs the angels of granite, the Tooters of Walltown, to give her strength.”

“Walltown?” Negran queried. “Where is Walltown?”

“In northeast England on the Tyne River.”

“She is only powerful in Walltown then?”

“Yes. She cannot hurt you anywhere else, Crynnwagg-Negran. But if you go to Walltown, she can stop you. Understand?”

“Yes, oh Lord.” Nodded several times in supplication. “I will now commence my mission.”

“Do this, my son, and complete it successfully. Or I shall gnaw your bones forever.”

In the next snippet, Negran, who has already met with members of the band and is trying to get them into his cult church, is being given instructions by one of those evil bankster-oligarchs, Duke Marty Effingchester, to absolutely get Sound Unltd into his cult so as to get their millions of fans also into his cult. Negran must do this by using his red crystal of Corion, which the band members will not be able to refuse. For the band has not yet ‘signed’ or ‘given’ their oaths to the evil, and in fact have been banned in their country, the UK, for ‘rebellion,’ which was not actual rebellion. They were banned because they wanted to course their own route to elite status with their new record label, Foray. For going against the ‘plan,’ they were banned from the UK for six months. Yet the evil needed them badly, so the ban was ended and their label was allowed to go forward since the evil ‘knew’ they’d go along with the evil agenda and join Swami’s cult. From Chapter Six of The Prodigal Band, Swami and Effingchester meet inside an Indian restaurant in London right after the ban was lifted in February, 1991. And another thing—drummer Tom had just paid off indentured debts of his family and others in the Hovels, and the Duke sought to get revenge on Tom and the band, for the debt was never supposed to be paid off.

But with ‘the rebellion’ by the six against the Novordos needing to be quelled, Marty Effingchester—who had to get back at Tom for paying off the Hovels debt—assigned himself to ‘get back at’ Tom and the rest of his ‘rebellious’ pets.

Effingchester met Swami Negran at an Indian restaurant in the hippie district of London the afternoon of August 18 to discuss the Duke’s plan to entrap the sextet in a cornucopia of connived corruption of the soul and spirit. They sat at a small table in the back of the restaurant. Speaking nearly in whispers.

Negran, in his dragon-robe get-up, was curious as to what he was hearing from the Duke dressed in a silk business suit. “I thought my job was to keep Sound Unltd from splitting.”

“True.” Marty ate some rice topped with chutney. “But the unity they have had since 1989 is not the unity we need for them to have. The reason we require you to keep them spiritually united and incapable of splitting up is because you—not them, but you—must direct their spiritual unity. You are in charge of them, Swami. You are! You are the one to tell them how to work with each other for the unity we require of them. The unity we require of Sound Unltd is a spiritual unity based on your Church of the Circle of Unity. On Corion—not that blasted Tooters statue that piece of shit drummer of theirs believes gave them a healing song and inspired him to repay the Hovels debt. Corion. Satan. Lucifer. Call our Lord what you will. It is our Lord, not that stupid Jehovah God, Yahweh, whatever, that Sound Unltd must follow and worship and—need I remind you, Swami?—give their blood oaths to! Our god! And using your crystals, you must cause our six to lead the youth of this world that we will rule—and we will rule it!—to soul destruction in a feast to our Lord Lucifer. Our Lord must consume those souls—and especially the debauched souls of our six. Do you understand, Swami?”

“Yes. So you want me to tear down whatever unity they have had, to build up for them a new spiritual unity based on Corion worship. And give each one of them my red crystals?”

“Yes. The crystals, when you activate them. You do activate them, no?”

“Yes, I do. On the word of my Lord Corion.” The spirit that resides inside me.

“When you activate the crystals, their souls are debauched, little by little.”

“In an aura like an egg-shape, to any of them wearing the crystals.”

“And when they perform at concerts, you activate their crystals to ensnare the souls of their multitudes of fans.”

“Yes, if the luminous egg is within reach. Those close to the stage—the mosh pit, eh—will have their souls consumed by Corion. And if all the band wear these crystals, the egg could even reach out to those near the back of the stadium or show hall or arena—whatever. So I must get all six of the band into my cult.”

“Yes, you must. And you must get each of them in at the precise moment that each one knows he must join your cult. Or else—whatever he needs to accomplish will not be accomplished until he joins your cult.”

“And I know exactly whom I need to get the plan going. I have been nudging him, and his woman as well, into my cult for months now. Since the evening the ban was lifted. At his Long Island estate. All I need to do is get him into a business deal I have set up with Mr. X. Satellite television networks. I will make him a fortune. In a matter of days! That will get him into my cult! That will get him a crystal. Which he can then use to get the others in.”

“I assume you mean Erik Manning.”

“Of course!” Laugh. “What else are lead singers for? They love the attention, right? It won’t take much for him to convince himself he is already a rock & roll god, now will it?”

In the final snippet here also from Chapter Six, Swami ‘proves’ his major influence over the prodigal band during record production in March, 1992. Normally, outside influencers are not part of record production, and at least one of the band members is not in favor of Negran being in the recording studio at all, and Negan vows to deal with that ‘rebellious’ musician later!

“This will be your greatest and most glorious album ever!”

Thus proclaimed Swami Negran as his controlling red crystal glowed so as, the Indian mystic believed, the souls of the sextet could be, little by little, sucked out of their beings. Without giving thought to the fact that only five of the six wore these controlled crystals. But the hubris-ridden cultist refused to consider that all of them needed these crystals for his sinister plan to take fruit.

Negran then slapped producer Mick lightly on his left shoulder. Then leaned against the computerized mixing console. “Your songs are wonderful, uplifting works that will spark global peace and harmony.”

Mick, who made sure his two ‘Crag-Dweller’ compositions of orchestral and elaborate strings and haunting vocals mixed with violent lyrics of death made it onto this ‘great and glorious’ album, snickered, “Yeh. Killing priests and drinking blood will definitely bring about world peace!”

Negran ignored that sarcastic truth. “You know what they say.” Laughed, then quoted Frederick Nietzsche regarding chaos and order.

Mick turned to him with a sneer. “So like Nietzsche is your god now?” And then, “Get the hell off the console, eh?”

“Well,” getting away from the console, “not exactly a god. But he was a very wise man. He also created the ‘man-superman’ theme. And I truly believe that as followers of my church, you great and glorious musicians are definitely super-men.”

Keith, standing with the others off to the left side of the console and overhearing the conversation, broke out as he approached the two, “Like we were great musicians way before you ever showed up! And you bloody well know that, because if we weren’t, you never woulda showed up in the first place!” Got in Negran’s face. “We don’t need you, Mystic Man!”

Mick turned to the bassist. “Calm down, man.”

Short chuckle. “Right!” Then lit a cigarette and blew smoke in Swami’s face. Returned to the others.

Whom Negran then faced. “Let me clarify what I really meant. I did not mean you were not great musicians before I met you. You were. Because the God we all believe in gave all of you that talent.” Which god is neither here nor there. “But many great musicians never quite use the talent God gave them for great and glorious purposes. They use the talent for themselves, exclusively. Whereas you six not only use that talent for yourselves, but to help heal the planet as well. Why do you think the World Youth Cultural Council—of which I am a member, right?—wanted you to perform at ‘Planet Aid’ last August?  Because you six are world youth leaders for peace on earth. You weren’t even members of my faith yet. You were great musicians as well as great world youth leaders before you even joined. And that is precisely why I wanted you in my faith. Because God made you that way.”

Mullock was not appeased. “Right. Tell us something we don’t know.”

Again, Swami ignored it. “Look, I have to go. Thanks for having me here.” Out the door.

And what you don’t know, Keith, is that I can claim your life and your soul with a mere enchantment of you, and your gang-banging cohorts, and I will claim you! All of you! For sacrifice to my Lord Corion, to Lord Lucifer. And your stupid God will never stop me!

In the next post I will deal with actual mind control scenarios in the industry. Refer to the menu above if interested in purchasing books or downloading the FREE PDF The Prodigal Band.

The Prodigal Band Trilogy © 2019 by Deborah Lagarde, Battle of the Band © 1996 by Deborah Lagarde, The Prophesied Band © 1998 by Deborah Lagarde and The Prodigal Band © 2018 by Deborah Lagarde. Permission needed to copy any materials off this page.

Author: deborahlagarde

Born on Long Island, NY, in 1952, now live in the mountains of far west Texas. Began writing fiction stories at about 8 years old with pen and loose leaf paper, and created the characters in my Prodigal Band Trilogy as a teenager. From the 70s to the 90s I created the scenario which I believe was inspired. While bringing up and home schooling my two children I continued to work on the novels and published "Battle of the Band" in 1996 and "The Prophesied Band" in 1998. Took off the next several years to complete home schooling and also working as an office manager for the local POA. In 2016, I retired, then resumed The Prodigal Band, a FREE PDF book that tells the whole story to its glorious end. Hint: I'm a true believer in Christ and I'm on a mission from God, writing to future believers, not preaching to the choir. God gave me a talent and, like the band in my books, I am using that talent for His glory, not mine (and, like me, the band is on its own journey, only fictional.) I also wrote for my college newspaper and headed up production, was a columnist in a local newspaper in the early 2000s, and wrote for and edited "Log of the Trail," the news letter for the Texas Mountain Trail Writers, and wrote for and edited it's yearly catalog of writings, "Chaos West of the Pecos." OmegaBooks is my self-publishing sole proprietorship company founded in 1995. Other jobs included teaching secondary math, health aide, office worker, assembly line work, and free-lance writing and bookkeeping,much of it while home schooling.

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