Dare The Devil

Chapter 14 - Worship

“Worship!” Cried the clown, “I am a T.V.  Making bandsmen go clockwork, See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman; Bareback ladies have fish.”  Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning statesmen, Acrobatically juggling – Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers Lest the mirror stop turning…”

--King Crimson, Cirkus

Worship.  “The act of acknowledging worth.”

There was much more sanity in King Crimson’s Cirkus than in the First Inter-Zonal Church of Sam, where I was Prophet, Priest and King.

That much I can now see.

What did I worship, and how did I worship it?

The word usually brings with it ideas of high cathedral ceilings, glorious music, inspiring messages as hearts unite in love….

It was not so for me.

The Saturday night ritual….

Wait for Mom and Dad to go to bed.

Look around the house, closing the bedroom door furtively behind me.

Slowly, ever so slowly, open the window, lest it make a noise.

Light incense.  Place in Buddha incense burner.

Remove the pipe from its secret storage place, and fill it with my Sacrament.

Say a prayer of thankfulness, like the Hebrews have from of old, pronouncing the Sabbath Blessing over the wine, as I place lit match to dried weed.

Inhale deeply.

Hold.

Wait.

The goal is to exhale absolutely nothing, that every spec of precious sacrament might be absorbed.

Exhale out the window. 

Check for absorbency index.

Repeat.

Close window.

Start record.  Place headphones over ears.  Turn up loud.

Turn on multi-colored strobe lights. 

Stare at Buddha and watch how his silver body changes color as the lights flicker.

Wait for The Voice to come through the fog and give me a new revelation.

Write that revelation down, lest I forget one Holy, Sacred Word.

Review these words.  Live by them.

Thank God that I was special.

The problem, the only real problem, was that it was working…This was not idle, childish activity.  This was life-changing ritual.

It was worship.

It was my Church.

And the sermon…The sermon series…strange and wonderful…Wonderful to me, horrific to any sane man.

These are, indeed, the end times, The Voice agreed.  The voice agreed with everything in the Bible and the Bible studies and Church and everything, of course, because God never contradicts Himself, and The Voice was God Himself.

The End Times….Very little time left….

Just one more thing…

Fulfillment of The Plan….

The One foretold of old…

Something to be done…..

Someone to be revealed….

Having to do with me.  And the Grand Plan, and everything.

Stay tuned, little one.  Be faithful with your worship, listen carefully, and learn well.  Return next week, by the light of the full moon, and we will speak again.

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