In the early 2020's more and more of my friends started to join the
Church of Mystical Bliss. The sect seemed to be opening up branches
in every town, and it was gaining many millions of members all over
the country. My friends kept urging me to go to one of the Sunday
church services, so finally I agreed, mainly out of curiosity to see
what was the big attraction.
My friend Alan took me to one of the local churches, and inside it
looked pretty much like an ordinary church like I had attended as a
boy. There were a bunch of people sitting in pews, and the front of
the church had some nice-looking arches and stained glass. There were
no religious symbols that I recognized.
The church service began with some electronic music. Then I saw
something I had never seen before in a church. There was a burst of
light at the front of the church, and then I saw a huge, glowing,
floating head. The head began talking various soothing, mystical
words for several minutes.
The floating head faded away, and another floating head appeared at
the front of the church, speaking more soothing mystical words. This
glowing head was the head of a male.
A robed person then came to the front of the church.
“It is time for us to partake in the mystical communion,” the
robed person announced.
People began to come up from the pews to the robed person, who had a
container filled with small wafers. The robed figure put the wafers
on the tongues of those who had come to the front of the church. It
reminded me of a ceremony of the Catholic Church, although I would
eventually find out this ceremony was very different.
“Can I try one of the communion wafers?” I asked my friend.
“No, you can only partake of communion if you have participated in
Holy Confession first,” Alan explained. Alan then joined the line,
and ate one of the wafers.
When Alan came back to his pew, he closed his eyes. I noticed that
other people who had ate the communion wafers also closed their eyes,
and seemed to be enthralled in some type of strange ecstasy.
After another half an hour, the service ended, and Alan and I left.
“That communion wafer seemed to have an odd effect on you,” I
observed.
“When you partake of the mystical communion, it's like no
experience you've ever had,” said Alan. “You close your eyes, and
you can see all kinds of lights floating by. You feel like you are
one with everyone, at one with the universe. It's like a river of
bliss is pouring through your soul.”
I was intrigued by Alan's statement, so I went back to the church and
asked what I needed to do to be able to try one of the communion
wafers. I was told to go into a dark booth that was marked Confession
Chamber.
When I went into the small dark room I heard a deep, pleasant voice.
“Confess your sins, my son,” said the voice.
“Uh...I stole a jelly roll from my co-worker's cubicle,” I said.
I figured I could get by with confessing just one trivial sin.
“Please confess more,” said the voice. “Tell me about the worst
sins you have ever committed.”
I told some more sins, but this still wasn't enough. The voice kept
asking more and more questions. It asked if I had ever cheated on my
wife. It asked if I had ever used software I hadn't paid for. It
asked me if I had ever cheated on my income taxes.
Finally after I had answered many additional questions, and confessed
to quite a few serious sins, the questions ended.
“Go in peace, and sin no more,” said the voice. I was given a
ring I could wear to show I was ready to eat one of the communion
wafers.
The next week I went back to the weekly church ceremony at the Church
of Mystical Bliss. I stood in line to receive one of the communion
wafers. They placed it on my tongue, and I went back to my place in
the pew.
Suddenly I felt like I had never felt before. I closed my eyes, and
saw all kinds of strange, beautiful lights swirling around. I felt a
wonderful sense of union with everyone in the church. I felt like I
wanted to hug everyone in the world, and everyone in the universe. My
body also felt wonderful, as if I was sitting on the most comfortable
beach chair on the most beautiful beach as the sun sank into the
ocean and the sea gulls sang all around me.
After twenty minutes the strange feeling disappeared. Some robed
figures came by and collected money from those in the pews, using a
plate attached to the end of a long metal pole. The plate was placed
in front of me, and I threw a few coins on the plate. The robed
figure shook the plate in front of me, signaling that I needed to
give more. I put a dollar on the plate. The robed figure again shook
the plate, and wouldn't stop until I had put 40 dollars on the plate.
Finally I left the church. I went back home and told myself: that was
worth trying one time, but I'm not really a church person, so I'm not
going back.
But when it got to be Saturday night I felt a strange craving in my
body. It was as if I desperately needed something. I sensed that what
I needed was another one of the communion wafers.
So I went back to the Church of Mystical Bliss the next day. They
gave me one of the communion wafers again, and immediately my craving
went away. I enjoyed the same bliss as before, and felt no more
craving for another six days. But the next Saturday night I felt the
same urgent craving as before.
I kept coming back to the Church of Mystical Bliss week after week,
always having the same blissful mystical communion on Sunday, and
always feeling the same urgent cravings on Saturday, which I could
end only by going back to the church on Sunday and consuming another
communion wafer.
I finally became convinced there was something wrong about the Church
of Mystical Bliss. I began doing research on it, and heard about a
critic of the church named Russell Trent, who I arranged to meet.
“Let me tell you the truth about the Church of Mystical Bliss,”
said Russell. “Let's start with the communion wafers. They contain
a drug. It's a highly addictive drug. It's a derivative of opium.
Some scientists invented it in a chemistry lab, using some very
clever chemical engineering. The drug produces twenty minutes of
bliss, kind of like the effects of the drug Ecstasy. Then if you
haven't taken the drug in six days, you get the withdrawal effects.
Your body starts craving the drug. That's how they get people to come
back to their churches every week.”
“So I'm a drug addict?” I asked.
“You sure are,” said Russell.
“But I see those mysterious floating heads at their church
services, so they must be in touch with some type of higher power,”
I said.
“The floating heads are just holograms,” Russell said. “They
project those using machinery at the front of each church. The Church
of Mystical Bliss is basically just a big drug selling operation,
kind of like your corner street pusher, but a lot more sophisticated.
They give you the drugs in the communion wafers, and they make sure
you pay for them by aggressively shaking their collection plates in
front of you until you've paid 40 or 50 dollars each Sunday.”
Seeing the light, I was infuriated. “Why doesn't the government
shut them down?” I asked.
“The government can't shut down a church or even regulate a
church,” Russell explained. “They're protected by the First
Amendment. The church even gets a huge tax break, the exemption from
property taxes.”
I told Russell that I would go to the press and tell them all about
what Russell had told me.
“Did you confess your sins?” said Russell. “Some serious sins?”
“Yes, I confessed some serious sins,” I admitted.
“That mysterious voice you hear in the Confession Chamber is a chat
bot,” explained Russell. “It's computer software designed to get
you to confess as many juicy sins as possible. Everything you said
was recorded. If you try to publicly denounce the Church of Mystical
Bliss, they will reveal that information to try to harm you. I've
heard of people who confessed tax cheating, and then got audited,
because the IRS got a tip on its tax cheating hotline.”
“So what can I do?” I asked.
“Forget about saving other people from this church,” said
Russell. “Just work on fixing yourself. You'll have to go Cold
Turkey to overcome your drug addiction. It will be a week of hell,
but with my help you can do it.”
With Russell's help I went Cold Turkey. The first Sunday that I
didn't go to the Church of Mystical Bliss, the craving was almost
unbearable. The next five days were pure hell. But with Russell
urging me on, I finally got to Saturday, and the cravings ended. I
was done forever with the Church of Mystical Bliss.
Now when I want to get a blissful feeling of oneness with the
universe, I just go hiking in the mountains, and look up at a clear
sky ablaze with a thousand stars.
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