In Which Your Author Reveals Her Past Culthood
I joined a Christian cult when I was 13 because my best friend was in it. The International Order of the Rainbow for Girls is "a youth service organization which teaches leadership training through community service." It's a freemason-based organization that feeds the Eastern Stars.
I was initiated in a white dress, borrowed from my mom's friend Diane, who could come to my ceremony because she was an Eastern Star and therefore allowed to see the super-secret rituals. I'll keep this friends only so that I don't get murdered for revealing Masonic secrets, but basically, there is this big room with symbols (like a big rock) in each of the four navigational directions. Worthy Advisors and Grand Worthy Advisors and Line Officers man different positions and do ritualistic readings. It was hot during my initiation, in an upstairs room, and I ended up fainting. Fun stuff. They kind of sped up the rest of the ceremony and let me sit down for the remainder.
Then it was summer, and the group didn't do ceremonies and shit in the summer. We did car washes and auctions and cleaned their park facility. I spent a week doing yardwork at their park, and then swimming in the pool. The lifeguard was a dead ringer for Jason Priestly, and we loved harassing him.
Then fall came and they went back to the freaky ceremonies, and my Dad gently pointed out how they were training us to be virginal ready-made-wifely people for Free Masons. So I left. They called me for three years after that.
I was initiated in a white dress, borrowed from my mom's friend Diane, who could come to my ceremony because she was an Eastern Star and therefore allowed to see the super-secret rituals. I'll keep this friends only so that I don't get murdered for revealing Masonic secrets, but basically, there is this big room with symbols (like a big rock) in each of the four navigational directions. Worthy Advisors and Grand Worthy Advisors and Line Officers man different positions and do ritualistic readings. It was hot during my initiation, in an upstairs room, and I ended up fainting. Fun stuff. They kind of sped up the rest of the ceremony and let me sit down for the remainder.
Then it was summer, and the group didn't do ceremonies and shit in the summer. We did car washes and auctions and cleaned their park facility. I spent a week doing yardwork at their park, and then swimming in the pool. The lifeguard was a dead ringer for Jason Priestly, and we loved harassing him.
Then fall came and they went back to the freaky ceremonies, and my Dad gently pointed out how they were training us to be virginal ready-made-wifely people for Free Masons. So I left. They called me for three years after that.