Chapter 7 Book 7

Chapter 7

Black Wedding

Eli, the anointed High Bishop Son, instructed me to leave the room so they could bestow a special blessing upon him; I was told to follow his lead, trusting that all would be well, while his friends joined the rest of the occult group to observe the ominous black wedding. The air hung heavy with incense and expectation. I shrugged my shoulders and waited with my brotherhood. That would be my honor guard for the night.

It wasn't long before they called me back inside the room and we both had been anointed and dressed in the rich ceremonial robes. Then we were led out into the hallway, hearing people start to sing as we made our way out to them. I didn't recognize the song because it sounded like gibberish. Eli walked beside me and explained they were singing to our God to welcome us into his presence as they presented us to our brides-to-be.

The moment we reached the back of the house we were told to wait. I watched as the two girls came forward with women as their honor guard. The two were dressed in the same robes as we were, but they had black see-through veils covering their faces that went down almost to their midsection. It seemed so out of place with the white robes. They, too, were barefoot.

Once they have approached the mark. The sisterhood that was escorting them, they paired Eli and me up with our brides-to-be. Many of the people were crying as they held a tissue in their hands as we were being paired up. The moment we started down the aisle I heard the gongs announcing that the ceremony had begun. I looked at my watch and it was 10 pm just like Eli said it would be when it would start.

Eli's face showed no emotion as if this was just an everyday occurrence as he was led first with some of the brotherhood, which was four brethren as his honor guard with us in the middle as the congregation at the sides raised black satin cloth above our heads like a canopy. With a pentagram outlined in red with the ugly goat's head at its center and the strange symbols inside a double circle … Down the aisle was a rich, deep red carpet to keep our feet clean, with gold edging and strange symbols etched in silver. It was as if it had been made especially for us, or it was what they used for wedding ceremonies such as this one.

In front of us were two huge bonfires on each side of the altars not far from them and the High Bishop and its high councilors sitting in behind and in front, noticing that some of the seats were still empty. Eli couldn't say anything because he was walking a few paces ahead of me. He was told to go first because he was the High Bishop's anointed son. Even though his sister Rhoda who I was about to marry, had as much right as he did, but because she was a woman, she didn't have that right. Unless someone lesser than her brother Eli was being married to, but the only person she could marry was me as being the only male until it was time for her to be called back. Eli had the right to, as I also had the right to share our wives with each other so they could bear worthy children.

Once the child was born, they would be raised in the church and would be trained and taught to fill our shoes in high positions in the church, due to their parentage. The other women we didn't marry were seen as nothing but concubines and whores from the church. I wasn't sure how many wives we were allowed to have. I would have to ask Eli and made a mental note to do so.

The moon had reached its high point and was big and full and orange, with a dark circle around it. Some call it a harvest moon, as it remains full for about three days. Each day, the moon gets darker than on its last night. It softens to bright white. The Indians say that when there is a circle around the moon it means a big storm on the horizon. Yet tonight I think had a whole completely different meaning. Knowing they wanted to do the final anointing of the wedding ceremony at the stroke of midnight right before the feast would begin, and from there we would be having sex until two or so, when a large gong would announce that we have completed the ceremony.

Once he was partway down the aisle, I was told to follow as I took my bride who was weeping as she took me by the arm. She asked if I was scared in a whisper. I said. "A little bit."

She said. "I am too, but because I am going to be your first." Which I understood according to Eli that it was a great honor, but somehow that didn't make me feel any better. The moment we made it to the altar I noticed a large bed not far from here. It was encased with black and red roses on the bed with black silk sheets and golden pillows. Draped around it, its post was where green vines with several kinds of flowers encircling them. I also noticed four poles that had been placed around the bed, encompassing it, with a white sheet on each side opened like a four-sided tent. These sheets were meant to be walls for our privacy. Additionally, there were four large lamppost-like structures in each of the corners, providing light and casting shadows during our lovemaking.

Eli and I would be sharing the same bed, which wasn't new for me to share a bed. But it bothered me that Shawn would be married to Eli, his sister Rhoda, and Jackie, instead of me, when this thing was done. Oh, how I wished I could have prevented it, but fate is cruel. I envied Shawn for now, even though he wouldn't like being married to two wives. Shawn preferred young boys he could control and rape repeatedly. Eli, on the other hand, wouldn't be so easily overwhelmed. I wished I could have seen him knock Shawn's teeth out for trying. Maybe even castrate him.

There was also another tent which I was told was to be our bathing tent. Because it was bathed in shadows, I couldn't see much detail, even more so without my glasses. Instead, I focused on what was ahead of me as I cringed seeing the ceremonial knifes sitting nearby on the altar as we made our way to where Eli's father the High Bishop was waiting.

There were two altars. This time, they covered one with black satin cloth and two large lit candles. One white and the other black. A gold candle holder sat on the largest altar. As I watched for my friends and found none, but then again if I could see them, so could everyone else, and so far, what I have seen and been through, there wasn't a need to call in the Calvary. Even though I felt they should have been called in regardless of the moment, they were raping those young boys and the girls. But Tony and they wanted more than sexual abuse.

They wanted a lot more; they wanted to deal with the entire coven in one big sweep. Being small and contained unlike the ones in Heber and Highland and the outer towns and cities near them; making the job a little more on the impossible side or a challenge to eat the whole apple, but it was a good start and it would provide much of the information on how things worked inside the church as we go town to town, city by city and state by state, until the church no longer was a threat to our way of life.

Just seeing the altar, it made me shiver to remember how I had watched a child being impregnated and being forced to kill her grandfather. Then, as the brethren that had been chosen to be in the circle feasted on him as they shared his organs with each other. I prayed this wasn't going to happen to me tonight, even though I was told I wasn't being sacrificed or the girls or Eli. It still freaked me out, but I had to put my big boy pants on and do whatever it took. So, others like me and their parents won't ever have to go through this.

The smaller altar was sitting sideways while the bigger one sat next to it as if it created a T shape as the High Bishop stood at the top end of the small altar draped with golden silk with the same pentagram inlaid with silver thread like our robes in the middle and draped down the sides.

He wore white and gold like we did, but he had painted the same pentagram symbol on his forehead as the ones on my wrists and the people in his congregation. The difference was he was wearing a black cape over his white robe, and it too had the pentagram on it painted white.

They instructed me to kneel on the soft red pillows fringed with gold tassels, facing Eli, and the girl I was to marry was to kneel beside me. The carpet, used for the flooring, extended up around both altars or at least that's what I saw kneeling at the altar before Eli as directed. Eli stretched out his left and right hand across the altar, taking my hands.

Making sure he didn't touch or hurt my bandage fingers; I had let him re-wrap them after he had bathed me. Putting on a show how much it hurt just to move them. I watched as the girls themselves took both their hands as we placed them on the small altar in front of us, which was strange in itself. I watched as the High Bishop went to the large altar to the side of us and grabbed the small knife like the ones I had seen in Heber with the golden snake encrusted with white diamonds. The eyes with small red rubies and a small chalice are no bigger than a small wine glass.

He blessed the knife, causing it to burn. Which I understand is a trick using alcohol and colored powder that is used when making fireworks. You can ignite the fire with a touch of a button. Still, I had to admit it was kind of cool, but no longer magical once you knew how the trick was done.

The High Bishop placed the sharp tip at Eli's left forefinger and caused it to bleed, squeezing it over the chalice. He did the same to my finger, using the ones that weren't bandaged. He handed both me and Eli a cotton ball once he had enough blood from us and did the same to the girls, wondering why he only needed a small amount when the other rituals I had witnessed evolved, cutting the palm of their hands.

I made a mental note to ask, but knowing I couldn't ask Eli about it because it would sell us out, Tony and his team could find out during their interrogation. He then said a few words in Latin and added red wine to the chalice and swirled it. He took the chalice and poured a few drops into the burning bowl, and let it burn over each of our heads. The congregation chanted words I couldn't make out as we remained kneeling, holding our partner's hands across the altar.

Once he had made the full circle he motioned forward one man and one woman who had been standing guard and had led us here as part of our honor guard as I watched them step to the sides as the others moved to the front taking places at the sides of our altars, as I watched men, girls on the right side and the men on the left in a straight line. I watched as the High Bishop handed the chalice to the woman who had come forward and the burning bowl to the man.

Eli explained later that they represented our birth parents; in the afterlife, as we wait to be reborn. It appeared it should have been four sets one of each of us. It didn't matter to me because it really wasn't important. I should note that their black robes, trimmed in white and gold with the same symbols as our white robes, set them apart. The High Bishop's silver robes, similarly adorned, further distinguished them as our honor guard and wedding guests.

Both were wearing black hoods to hide their identities as they remained neutral as each of our parents. Yet I smiled as I noticed that they were not who they seemed to be as I noticed that they had been replaced … as one of them was Tony and the girl I had fought in the gym who I understand her name is Jenny when the light reflected just enough to see their faces. I refocused on my role not wanting to give them away.

I didn't ask how they assumed the role of our parents, guessing that those originally chosen had suffered an untimely accident and had been replaced. It also stated that Tony and Jenny knew everything regarding the wedding ceremony and in some ways, it made me angry knowing that Tony could have told me what I was in for … unless he was afraid, I would back out. Knowing if I did, we wouldn't be going forward with operation occult take down; where we would eliminate the threat one place at a time until they no longer pose as a threat to anyone.

No … there was no backing out, knowing I could never live with myself, knowing the longer they existed. Men, women, and children were being raped and murdered and hiding behind the Satanic Church to commit crimes so bad it gives me nightmares. Even today I have them, after participating to a certain extent, but when it came to the harder stuff. I only participated as a watcher, not a doer. Never killing anyone, never doing more than I had to stay alive and keep my families alive and my friends. So, I put on a fake smile and put on my big boy pants, and prayed that I wouldn't let them down.

I watched the High Bishop grab a stick that had been burning, snuffing the flame out, then roll the stick in something that looked like red and black ash and set it to the side. Our would-be parents motioned us to stand, quickly removing our robes, folding them neatly, and handing them to someone who carried them to our bathing tent beside the altar. Then they draped a golden cape, with a red and silver pentagram inlay, over our shoulders.

Right away, I noticed that someone had groomed Eli like me, and someone had groomed our brides-to-be as well. I smiled at the sight of both naked girls, their nudity mostly concealed by the black, sheer veil. Their beauty impressed me, and I questioned why Shawn and people like him couldn't appreciate a naked woman's beauty. I returned my focus to Eli as he gave me a silly grin when I noticed him staring at me and then kneeled in front of me as I followed Eli's lead.

Being really glad I wasn't the shy boy anymore, having complete strangers seeing me completely naked or what they could see with the golden cape draped over us and very much aroused because of the pills, and so was Eli. I observed the clean pink flesh around his hairless crotch and sack; he was very well-groomed.

I wasn't sure if it was part of the ceremony because they didn't groom me, or Eli asked for it, but I soon realized why as we continued with the ceremony. Eli said that he always groomed the girls. It did not matter if they were slaves or not. They were asked to do so, separating them from us. Once we had retaken our position and I retook Eli's hands as the High Bishop took a silver bowl that had strange some sort of heavy thick oil put on each of our forearms, saying some more words that sounded like gibberish or Latin. He did the same to the girls once he had anointed us with the oily substance.

He took the burnt stick he had prepared from the sides of the burning bowl and blessed it. After finishing rolling the stick in some sort of ash paste, he proceeded to draw a straight line upon both of Eli's forearms. As he made the lines on his arms and down across the top of his hand, he reapplied the ash-like substance. He then had us grip each other's forearms, clasping them at our wrists. He continued drawing the lines on our arms, crossing over onto my left and right forearms, just as he had done with Eli before taking a burning stick. It appeared as though he was going to set our arms on fire. He came closer, bending down and about to touch the charred lines he had drawn on Eli's arms and mine, holding a lighted stick from the burning bowl. In response, I started to jerk away, but Eli quickly gripped my forearms more tightly, reassuring me that it wouldn't hurt. I had to remember that Eli had been through this three times before, and I hadn't seen any burn marks on his arms.

The fire symbolized the bringing together of our two souls, bonding us to each other forever in this life and the next. The blood we had all shared represented that we had taken each other inside our hearts and minds, marrying us to each other in mind, body, and soul for all eternity. It was a lifetime commitment to each other, although personally, I thought a piece of paper would have been simpler. However, in God's eyes, not the United States Court, we were married the moment we had given ourselves to each other, with the clergy invoking the marriage vows and taking God's place as host and vassal.

The High Bishop said as he leaned down towards Eli after he made sure he had connected the two lines on our arms wrists and hand across our thumbs and forefingers said touching the flame to the lines he had drawn upon us. "I give you Eli Alden my anointed son. To be a mate, husband, and friend to Shawn Rothwell, who has been blessed and baptized in the true church of our God Lucifer and his daughter Mormo, our most holy Queen. May their blessing be upon you until they call him into their bosom and be reborn.

"I give you Shawn Rothwell to be a mate, husband, and friend to Eli Alden my anointed son and my successor when the time comes for me to be called to his bosom and be reborn according to the blessings of our most holy prophets, who have blessed this union." He then said something in Latin that sounded like gibberish as he set aflame to Eli's arms and watched it quickly race across his arms to mine.

His right arm was first, and my left arm was second as the flames crisscrossed and ended the second, they had run out of gas. Yet it was Jeff that calmed me, telling me, it was nothing more than alcohol burn with no heat which was another magic trick, but to look like the High Bishop was using powerful black magic. It still looked genuine enough to me as I watched the line of ash ignite and make it quickly down Eli's arms and cross over to mine.

I didn't like it as it burned brightly heat or no heat, but it soon distinguished as the High Bishop placed his hand on top of mine and Eli's, blessing our union as he dipped his fingers into the chalice and retraced the burning line and anointed our foreheads with a pentagram and circle around it. Then he traced his fingers down his nose and had Eli take a sip of the chalice as he blessed it. He did the same for me and moved on to the girls.

Apparently, they were being married to each other as he repeated the ceremony. And third time as my new bride took my hands exchanging places with Eli and the High Bishop repeated the ceremony, but this time we were each given a golden ring with the serpent head and biting its tail, placed it on our right hands … not the left, which would have been more difficult because of my bandaged fingers. The left hand was used for rings of the position of the church, according to Eli; noting the one on the High Bishop's left hand while his other hand carried the wedding ring duplicate of ours but encrusted with white diamonds.

Ours too would be elaborate once we have come into our own and had more than one wife and children of our own which in a since was known as plural marriage. The FLDS church still practiced that. Following its 1890 ban by the LDS church. Some still practice and including the satanic cult, until the big crackdown and soon after it went underground, hoping to regain what they had lost, but so far as of today, the gathering is quite small compared to the 1960s-1980s.