Chapter Forty-Two
The Seventh Degree Ritual came and went. It was closing in on midnight as Gordon walked Aaron home. Aaron spoke first. “I am not sure I fully understand if I learned who my God is tonight. Did I miss something?”
“In your charge you were given by the Worshipful Master, you were told that it would be revealed to you. You just have to be patient.”
“I will try, but I am excited to peel off a new layer of my knowledge. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that Aaron turned from Gordon and climbed her stairs. The apartment was dark as she forgot to turn on a light when she left. She went straight to her bedroom.
She knew the Angel of God was coming to visit her soon so she readied herself for the inevitable. Tonight, in honor of it being the last time she would have anal sex with this creature, she lit candles around the room. She adjusted herself for him and quickly fell asleep.
Aaron felt the wind from the angel’s wings and waited as he penetrated her. Tonight was the easiest she had felt with the angel. Maybe, because she was anticipating it would be the last time. She suddenly felt aroused herself. She slipped her hand down her stomach and touched between her legs. The angel, sensing what she was doing began pumping rapidly.
Aaron flicked her fingers around her wetness. She spread her legs a little and circled her “G” spot rapidly. She gyrated in agony as the monster pumped furiously. The room seemed to be spinning around and her body convulsed in spasms of lust. They then climaxed together. Aaron’s body went limp against the sheets. The angel fell upon her and his hot breath whispered into her ear, “JAOBULON.”
She whispered back, “Jao-Bul-On?”
The monster whispered, “You now belong to Jaobulon. You now belong to God.” He swiftly flew backwards through the ceiling and was gone.
Aaron waited another minute to take her shower. She rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Did I just masturbate with an angel from God?
She rose from her bed and blew out the candles. Quite a romantic evening, she told herself. She showered and for the first time since the angel first visited her did not call Gordon to discuss what had happened. She was embarrassed and ashamed. How could she tell Gordon?
The next day, Aaron avoided Gordon at every opportunity. She ditched classes early, took the long way home, and didn’t answer the phone or the door. One week later, she knew she couldn’t avoid him forever and finally called him.
“Gordon,” she started. “I….”
“Don’t try to explain,” he interrupted. “You have to remember that I have been through everything you have. I have done all the things you have. But, that part is over now. I really do need to explain your new secret to you. I need to come over soon.”
“Oh, you mean what the angel whispered in my ear?”
“Yes. It is very important you fully understand what he said. I can come over right now if that is OK.”
Ten minutes later Gordon and Aaron were sitting together in her apartment. “I feel so stupid, but it has been a long time since I have had sex. It just seemed the thing to do at the time.”
“Let’s just not talk anymore about it tonight. I need to talk to you about Jaobulon.”
“Yes, Jaobulon, my new God,” she said. “What exactly does it mean?”
“There are a number of explanations as to the origin of the name; some numerical, some ancient Greek and Egyptian myths, but what it means to us is Jehovah. Adonay (Jehovah) is a God. Lucifier is a God.”
Aaron held her breath, and then finally spit out, “Lucifier? You mean Lucifier as in the Devil? You mean Lucifier as in Satan?
Gordon opened a book and said, “Let me read you the words of Albert Pike. He explains it much better than I could.”
“Albert Pike? You mean the dude who is the high mucky-muck in the Freemasons Society?”
Gordon smiled. “He would be very pleased today to know you consider him a ‘dude.’
“But, yes, he is considered the supreme authority in the Mason. He wrote many books that are still required reading for Mason members. Many think he was a bit outrageous, but we all admire and respect him when it comes to knowledge of the Mason.
“Here is a quote that explains it perfectly. ‘Yes, Lucifer is God, and unfortunately Adonay (Jehovah) is also God. For the eternal Law is that there is no light without shade, no beauty without ugliness, no white without black. For the Absolute can only exist as two Gods; darkness being necessary to light to serve as its foil as the pedestal is necessary to the statue and the brake to the locomotive.
“The doctrine of Satanism is a heresy; and the true and pure philosophic Religion is the belief in Lucifer, the equal of Adonay; but Lucifier being the God of Light and God of Good, is struggling for humanity against Adonay, the God of Darkness and Evil.’ Does that make any sense to you?”
Aaron paced the room. “Let me get this straight, the Mason thinks that there is indeed God of Light and God of Darkness, much like the Christian community except the Darkness is the devil not a God. But unlike the Christian community, the Masons think the God of Light is Satan and the God of Darkness is Jesus. Is that right?”
Gordon flipped through the book and stopped. “Let me read you this. Quoting from Albert Pike again, ‘To prevent the light from escaping at once, the Demons forbade Adam to eat the fruit of knowledge of good and evil, by which he would have known the Empire of Light and that of Darkness. He obeyed; and Angel of Light induced him to transgress, and gave him the means of victory; but the Demons created Eve, who seduced him into an act of Sensualism, that enfeebled him, and bound him anew in the bonds of matter.’ Eve, the woman, was created by the devil. As in the Garden of Eden, today Two Gods are in a struggle to win the souls of humanity. But the Masons believes there is an Absolute God—a force that pervades throughout all Nature and is both a negative and positive or dark and light force.”
Aaron interrupted, “So we believe that two Gods, one of darkness and one of light, have combined and we call it Lucifier?”
“We believe that the two Gods, darkness and light have combined into one and we have the perfect God. And we call that God, Lucifier. When the one world religion is achieved, Christianity will be dead along with their God they like to refer to as The Light or the Good God.
“When you reach the 33rd Degree, you will be given the Key that will enable you to have anything you want in the world. You can attain greatness in your field. You can go on to high political offices, or ambassadors in other countries. When you receive the Key, you will have understanding known only to a few in the world. That is what I want for you.”
“You are a 33 degree graduate so you must have the Key. If you have the ‘Key,’ why aren’t you some great ambassador to another country?” Aaron asked snidely.
With a twinkle in his eye, and a grin on his lips, he asked her, “Don’t you think I’m the greatest instructor in the world?”
Chapter Forty-Three
Fall was waning way to winter as the Oregon November weather turned windy and cold. Rain was incessant day and night.
Aaron, who took her running very seriously, found it hard to keep with her regimen, but knew it was extremely important to her body shape. She found herself running in the rain and some days wondering if this was all worth the effort. But she was able to clear her head and think about the Masons with all its Gods while running. It helped keep her centered. She did not want to get sucked into believing all the crap she was hearing and tried to keep an unemotional detachment from the doctrine.
Aaron was running one evening, drenched in rain, when she turned a corner very close to her home stretch when she literally ran smack dab into Gordon. She bounced off Gordon and started falling backward as he caught her arms. Gordon was just as drenched as she. “How can anyone look so great when dripping wet?” Gordon asked.
Aaron thought Gordon didn’t look too bad either. All their clothes were soaked through to their skin and Aaron could see that Gordon was very glad to see her. She knew Gordon wanted to take their relationship another notch, and she was running out of excuses for not doing so.
“I came over to see you, but of course, you were not at home. I am glad I found you. Can we go upstairs?”
Aaron really had no choice but to agree. “Sure, let’s go dry off.” They walked to the apartment and Aaron told Gordon to use the bathroom to dry off. “Can I get you something to wear? Pants, shirt, or anything?”
“How about a robe. Then I will go throw these in a dryer down at the Laundromat. Do you want yours in too?”
Aaron laughed, “I will get you the robe, but I will change to dry clothes and go to the Laundromat. It may cause quite a scene if some old lady saw you come in trying to flash her.” She handed Gordon the robe and went to her room to change.
“I will get us some dinner while I’m down stairs. Is the special OK with you? I think it is roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy.” Aaron asked.
“Sounds good to me,” Gordon answered from behind the bathroom door. He stepped out from the bathroom wearing the robe and added his pile of wet clothes to Aaron’s. “Hurry back.”
As Gordon handed Aaron the pile of wet clothes, he allowed his robe to fall open revealing a very erect masculine member. He grabbed Aaron by the shoulders. Caught completely by surprise and loaded down with the wet clothes, Gordon crushed her against him as he covered her lips with his.
Aaron wiggled out of his grasp and in the process dropped some of the cold, wet clothes on the ground, some hanging up on Gordon’s erection. He jumped back, drew in a big breath as the wet clothes hit him, and immediately went limp.
Aaron started laughing. She couldn’t help it, but the whole scene was so ridiculous to her and he went limp so quickly, she just laughed. Then Gordon, sensing that he would be unable to carry through on his original thoughts, laughed with her. “Couldn’t you have just said ‘not tonight’ or something?” Then they both doubled over in laughter.
Aaron returned with dinner in a few minutes and they sat in silence. “I’m sorry, Gordon. I keep giving you excuses as to why we can’t get closer, but some day I hope you will know and understand. If I could ever love a man, you would be the one.”
“If? Do you mean you don’t think you could ever love a man? Are you a homophobe?”
“Gordon, please be serious. I know I could love a man, and I know I could love you—in fact I believe I do love you, but to get intimate with another guy, I don’t know. I still have nightmares about our angel. Just give me some time, will you?” Aaron pleaded.
“OK. But I need for you to do something for me,” Gordon said.
“You know I would do anything for you. What do you want?”
“Well, the modern gay men have learned a lot from our brothers who have gone before us. Most of us no longer penetrate like the angel. We don’t want to spend our golden years in diapers because we can’t hold our poop in.”
Aaron looked at Gordon in surprise. “Oh. I didn’t know. I am all new at this, as you well know.”
Gordon took Aaron’s hand and caressed it. “We hold each others hands. We caress each other’s bodies.” He took Aaron’s hand and put it on his thigh. Gordon took his own hands and placed them under Aaron’s face. “We kiss each other on the lips and all over like this.”
Gordon kissed Aaron down to her breasts. She was becoming very aroused. Her hand went up Gordon’s thigh and felt his manliness harden under her touch.
“Then we consummate our intimacy by touching, licking, and sucking.” Gordon opened his robe and lay back against the arm of the sofa. “Aaron, please just touch me, lick me, and suck me. I need you so much. I want you so much.”
Aaron found herself responding to his pleas. She lay between his legs, kissing his neck, his chest, and then his penis. She cupped her hands under his testicles and put his member into her mouth. She rubbed him and sucked him until he released himself into her mouth.
The romance was suddenly over. She lay on Gordon’s stomach with a mouthful of sperm not sure what she should do. Aaron thought she was going to hurl when Gordon grabbed his empty water glass.
“Here, spit it into this glass.”
Aaron was so happy to get rid of the load she spit as directed. She wiped her mouth with a napkin and sat up. “What are you doing?”
“You will understand this Friday night. I want you to come with me to a party at the Lodge.”
“A party? What kind of a party? What do I need to wear?” Aaron asked.
“Just wear something comfortable. You will be changing into a costume when we get there. How do you feel? Is this level of intimacy OK with you?” Gordon asked.
“It is very OK with me,” Aaron answered. “But you don’t need to reciprocate right away. I just like the touching and kissing stuff anyway.”
“Whenever you are ready my love,” Gordon whispered. “By the way, you were great.”
“Gordon . . .” she wanted to tell him everything. “Gordon . . . I . . . .”
Gordon put his finger across her lips. “Don’t say another word. Don’t ruin anything. I want to remember this night for the rest of my life. Please, don’t say another word.”
And she didn’t. But she would have to say something sometime. She didn’t know when or where, but she did know sometime.
Chapter Forty-Four
As promised, Gordon picked up Aaron to attend a costume party on Friday night. Aaron didn’t know what to expect but just in case wore her Balls-In-A-Brief under a pair of Levis and a cotton shirt.
As they drove up to the Grand Lodge, Aaron asked, “Are we going to a Lodge meeting?”
“You will see. It is hard to explain without going through it yourself,” Gordon answered.
They parked and walked into the Grand Lodge of Oregon. Aaron noticed there were only three other cars in the parking lot.
Silence greeted them as they entered the Lodge. Gordon steered Aaron toward a room off the hallway. There were a few coat jackets hung on wooden pegs and a closet locked from the outside with a padlock next to the jackets. Gordon fumbled with his key chain and opened the lock. He reached inside and pulled out two white robes.
“Here,” Gordon said as he handed Aaron a robe. “Take off all your clothes except your underwear and put this on.”
“This is the costume?” Aaron asked. “A white cotton robe?”
As Gordon undressed he pulled the robe over his head. He reached into the cabinet again and retrieved two hoods. “Put this hood on over your face.”
Gordon completed his costume and turned to see Aaron putting on her hood. Aaron looked at Gordon and exclaimed, “Is this a Klu Klux Clan outfit?”
“Don’t ask any questions right now. Let’s get downstairs to the party room.”
Aaron and Gordon, looking very Clannish, went down the stairs to a dark basement hallway. They could see a room at the end of a hallway with a small amount of light coming through the slit at the bottom of the door. Singsong chanting could be heard through the door as Gordon slowly and quietly opened it up.
Inside the windowless room six white-robed and hooded bodies were lighting candles around an altar. The candles flickered huge shadows on the walls of the room. As Aaron’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw a figure on the altar. She and Gordon moved in closer to reveal a naked woman spread-eagle on the altar, her hands and arms tied down. The woman appeared to be unconscious, her head rolled to one side.
The white robed figures continued to light candles and chant. Aaron couldn’t make out any particular words that were being
sung. Aaron pulled on Gordon’s sleeve. “What is this Gordon?”
“We are honoring our God tonight, Aaron,” Gordon answered. “This is a sacrifice ritual. Just do as I do and you will learn.”
A gold chalice was taken from a nook imbedded in the wall next to the altar. One of the hooded Mason members took out a long bladed dagger from a sheath also housed in the wall nook. As he chanted, he went to the sacrificial offering on the altar and sliced open a spot on the inside of the woman’s arm. He held the cup to the blood dripping out of the wound. He turned and added wine from beneath the altar to the chalice. He swished wine around the chalice and held it to the woman’s lips.
The unconscious sacrificial offering victim could not voluntarily drink the liquid so the hooded-one forced the chalice up to her lips and poured the blood mixture into her mouth. Most of it ran down her face and pooled on the altar cloth. The chanting grew louder and faster.
The hooded observers passed the chalice, now refilled with wine, around the circle. When Aaron’s turn came, she was forced to behave like the others and took a long swallow. The wine had a coppery taste, probably from the victim’s blood. She was trying not to gag.
Still chanting, the leader of the observers added more wine and a powdered substance into the chalice then passed it around once more. Aaron drank from it, not because she wanted to, but because she was expected to. As soon as she swallowed, she felt light-headed and euphoric.
Gordon steadied her with his hand. “It’s Yaba mixed in the wine,” he whispered. “Just let it take you away. Let it allow you to feel relaxed.”
“Yaba?” Aaron asked. “You mean the crazy drug?”
“Some call it that, but just relax. Don’t try to fight it.”
As the drug-laced wine took effect on all the hooded members, each one swayed and chanted furiously. The lead hooded-one swayed and danced up to the head of the altar. He reached into the pocket of his robe and brought something out. Aaron strained to see what it was.
The man dangled a mouse from its tail above the sacrificial offering. He lowered the obviously dead mouse into the woman’s mouth. He then chanted his way to the foot of the altar. He raised his robe and stepped up to the woman’s outspread legs. He plunged himself into the woman who could put up no resistance even if she were conscious. He chanted and pumped until he was spent. He withdrew and fell back into the circle.
Each member of the circle took his turn with the offering. Some urinated on the sacrifice, some spewed their sperm on her, and others raped her. Aaron was horrified but she needed to keep her cool. The crazy drug and wine made everything fuzzy and the room seemed to be spinning out of control.
Gordon took his turn. He chanted as he walked up to the end of the altar. Instead of entering her, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a container. He lifted the lid off and poured a thick white substance on the woman’s abdomen. He emptied the container, then took both hands and rubbed the substance over the woman’s body.
Then it was Aaron’s turn. She didn’t know exactly what to do, so decided to fake something. When Aaron approached the poor woman’s body, she recognized the substance Gordon had spread over her—his sperm. He used his sperm spit out of Aaron’s mouth. How he must loathe women she thought.
Aaron walked up close to the woman’s outspread legs. She lifted her robe, laid across the victim’s body letting the robe fall down around them. Aaron pumped as though she were penetrating the sacrificial orifice and as the chanting increased she flew her head back in faked ecstasy then jerked to a faked climax.
Still groggy from the drugs, Aaron climbed off the victim and returned to the circle. Gordon’s hooded face looked at her and nodded. Aaron nodded back to him.
One of the group went to the altar and cut the ropes tethering the woman. He picked up the woman’s limp body, threw it over his shoulder, and went out the door into the hallway. Gordon took Aaron’s hand and led her back to the dressing room.
“What will happen to the woman?” Aaron asked.
“The Brother will dump her body near the river’s edge. She should be awake in a few hours. If she lives, she won’t remember anything. Obviously, she will appear to have been gang raped. She is a prostitute and not worthy of any concern of yours, Aaron.” Gordon seemed completely devoid of any sympathy.
“A prostitute?” Aaron asked. “So prostitutes don’t deserve to be treated humanely?”
“Don’t get involved, Aaron. This happens at least six times a year. It’s a ritual that goes back to the beginning of time. Sacrifices are made to prove our devotion to our God. He expects it and we are happy to comply. Sometimes the victim dies and sometimes we use the victim time after time. This particular one is a repeat.”
Aaron asked, “What is the purpose of the mouse in her mouth and urinating over her body?”
“Remember our instruction about Adam and Eve in the garden. Eve, representing all women, is spawned from the devil. Women are not worthy to live in equality with men. They are vile. That is why no woman is allowed to join the Masons. Women are not allowed within the great halls of Lodges.
“Don’t look so surprised. Even the Christian sect called the Catholic Church does not allow women to become priests, deacons, or archbishops. Do you think that is just a coincident? Women are vile and God expects us to treat them in a vile manner. Prostitutes are the vilest of women and not worthy of any respect whatsoever. It’s in the Bible. All you have to do is read the words. Women are unclean. Mice and urine are unclean. It is symbolic to use vile and unclean items to remind all in the sacrificial offering that women are vile and unclean.”
“And the sperm?” Aaron asked.
“The Bible instructs us to treat our enemies as whitewashed tombs. They are white on the outside, but inside full of death, decay, and rotten bones. Smearing the white sperm over the woman’s body is just another reminder of the rotten nature of women.”
Horrified at hearing the extent to what the Masons do to denigrate women, Aaron felt she had just been punched in the stomach. She was not sure she could go on with any more of the Mason’s insanity. She put her hand on her forehead then smoothed back her hair. She rubbed her neck to try to rid herself of an impending headache.
“If this woman is a repeat, does she have a name?” Aaron asked.
“Yeah, I think she is called Patti.”
