Sorry I have not posted here since July 12, and it is already August! But when family members come out to visit and you have to go to El Paso for eye exams and you develop nasal issues with a deviated septum and it takes a week or so to get back to normal…
This snippet post concerns Part Two of The Murder Rule, where lead character Bobby Jones has a decision to make regarding his mid-level membership in the New Age and (satanic) Corion-worshiping cult founded by the evil Swami Negran, the Church of the Circle of Unity. He had also been a member of a Christian church in the fictitious Bay Area city of Richmont led by a pastor, Ike Lawson, who tried to get the prodigal band Sound Unltd—Bobby was a temporary roadie for them in 1993—banned from the USA. When Lawson refused to consider the possibility that even the ‘devil worshiping’ Sound Unltd could accept Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior (which they did, in 2001), which Bobby had brought up with Lawson, Bobby then left that church for good. Then he committed to the Richmont Circle of Unity church led by the evil Cole Blessing (the main ‘bad guy’ in the trilogy second novel, The Prophesied Band), became mid-level, level twenty, and mentored young initiates, including one named ‘Cordian,’ who would bully Bobby in ‘initiation sessions’ that Bobby led.
But on the night of May 1, 1996, an event happened that Bobby witnessed which traumatized him far more than any bully could! It happened in the basement of Cole Blessing’s new St. Xenos ‘church’ palatial estate. Being level twenty, Bobby was forced to watch the event (as did ‘Cordian’ and others). Also mentioned in this snippet is the main bad guy in the third trilogy novel, The Prodigal Band, Mark Besst, a tech oligarch who became inhabited by the satanic Corion. The snippet is below, copyright © 2022 by Deborah Lagarde.
May 1, 1996, at a Cole Blessing sacrifice ritual to Corion
This took place at Cole Blessing’s new ‘center’ for the Church of the Circle of Unity, called the St. Xenos Ashram that Negran had built a couple of years ago. With Swami’s supposed death by car crash, Blessing now headed the church and ran the entire cult from this Ashram, which was made up of four buildings: Blessing’s thirty-thousand-foot palace, which included a ballroom, apartments for his most important members and adepts, and a series of tunnels with hidden rooms; the tunnels led to three other buildings, including one marked ‘A’ for Ashram.
Thirteen high-level ‘adepts’ in black hooded robes, led by Blessing at the head, surrounded a rock altar where the sacrifice would take place. I and at least fifty level twenty ‘future adepts’ surrounded the adepts.
The adepts chanted something sounding like gibberish, then, through a side door that could not be seen since the room was dark except for a few candles held by new adepts, came one adept in a red robe that willingly laid on the altar facing Blessing—this adept was the sacrifice! Willingly!
Waiting for the sword held by Blessing to impale him, he ‘prayed’ to Corion. “God of light born in darkness, my lord Corion, take me. I am yours, and will be with you in the light within your crystal for eternity. Corion, Corion, Novordopax Tricameron.”
As the others chanted, Blessing raised his sword and impaled the adept’s chest. The other adepts and most of the level twenty folks surrounding me ‘sang’ what sounded like some New Age ‘Oooooommmm’ chant.
Me? I said nothing, chanted nothing, too horrified by the experience. When I left the room with the others, I stared ahead expressionless, as if in a trance. Traumatized.
The following day I made my plan to leave this evil cult that I had believed was enlightened, led by a healer who also ran something called ‘the Eternal Life Institute’ in eastern Florida—Cole Blessing, who had the title of ‘MD’ but was a fake, as his cult was fake.
Glad I ‘ran into’ Mark Besst as I was leaving the Ashram area.
“Hey, Mark,” I said to him, “I have to go back to visit my parents in Dallas. Dad’s birthday is coming up and I haven’t seen my folks in a few years.”
“Fine with me, Bobby. Let me know when you are going to return to Richmont. After all, you will have initiates to tend to.”
Besst smiled, and then he asked me, “What did you think of the sacrifice last night?”
“Oh yeah,” I jerked my head, “that. Interesting.” Looked straight at Besst. “So now that adept is in heaven so-to-speak with our lord?”
“Hmmm. Heaven, yes—so to speak.” Slight laugh. “Which is where you and I shall be if we continue to commit to the god of light born in darkness, our lord Corion.”
Then Besst showed his red crystal from under his shirt. “But you won’t get to be with our lord unless you fully commit, Bobby, reach level thirty-three or higher, and receive from Cole Blessing one of these crystals.”
All I could say to that was this: “I’ll have to remember that. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. See you in a few weeks, Bobby.”
I never saw Mark Besst again.
But I would see ‘Cordian’ and others that he or Blessing would send out to get me back into the cult. Or use as a sacrifice to Corion as punishment for leaving.
Further, I did not return to my parents like I said I would.
Nor did I return to my apartment in Richmont other than to collect clothing and other things I would need, putting them in a used van I had just purchased.
For I was heading to the high Sierras. For someone that attended Lawson’s church at the same time I did, had hired me to help him build his small wood house outside the Bay Area.
Pointing to the incomplete lumbered structure a few yards away as we ate sandwiches during a lunch break, my employer then faced me.
“This will be my refuge, Bobby, when we head into the End Times and Richmont goes crazy.”
“The End Times? Didn’t Pastor Lawson say we’d be ‘raptured’ or something?”
“Yeah, but Richmont will likely go crazy before that happens. And maybe, Bobby, you should consider buying your own redoubt if you know what I mean.”
That job, where I learned some house-building skills, would in fact turn out to be a form of ‘divine intervention.’ I knew at some point some cult members, on Blessing’s or Besst’s orders, would ‘persuade’ me to rejoin that evil Circle of Unity, which was no different than other evil cults, especially religious ones.
It took a few years, but in July, 2001, I knew I had made the right decision, moving to the high Sierras.
The rest of Part Two of The Murder Rule should be completed by the end of August, and then comes Part Three (and maybe a Part Four) which should ‘seal the deal’ regarding The Murder Rule for those that ‘leave the reservation’ if you know what I mean.
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