Prayer
By: Ben
(Fun with italics.)
Head down. Eyes closed
My head itched. Tiny little burning needles teased my scalp. My hand shook with a sudden urge. The urge to scratch it, the urge to stop everything and satisfy my scalp.
Utter silence. Quiet.
I wished so hard that I could simply tear my hand from its clasped position in front of me, push away my white hood and scratch and sigh in relief. That was my only wish in life at this moment.
Hands clasped in front. Minds closed in thought
No. Never. What sort of heretic breaks a link with God simply to scratch their heads? A foolish heretic. A vile heretic.
Mouths move. Whispered prayer
So my mind simply tried a vain attempt to console the itch, tell it to quiet itself for an hour or so. It won't work, I thought, I knew. I knew it already, even though it had only been a day since the shaving of my body. A day since my entry into the Brotherhood of the Divine Evolution. A day since my deliverance from ignorance.
The room is alive. The room moves with thought
Was I complaining? No, no, Heaven forbid, no. The Brotherhood is my family, I love it. I embrace each member with equality and care. I love them all.
A shrine to the mind. A shrine to the power of God
It was the final hour of the daily prayer. Three hours on our knees, three hours with our hands clasped, three hours with our heads bowed, three hours with God. I wanted more. Thank you, Lord, thank you for my deliverance. We are united all times, Lord.
Which God?
Finally, with a closing prayer by Brother Tegri, we mutter an 'amen' and stand and walk out of the temple. It is time for the daily chores. I don't mind. I love the feeling that I'm helping my brothers, my family, my God.
The Brotherhood of the Divine Evolution believed in one thing: That God is within each man. That the next stage in human's evolution would be to become God themselves. One human would become God, the rest would be his angels. And a new world will be created by the new God. And the circle of life will go on. God molded humans in his image. One would become him. Others would become his angels. The Brotherhood believed that prayer and devotion would bring about the evolution sooner. It was not very old, started in about 2008, getting hundreds of members at the discovery of a small boy with white skin that was unburned by the sun. The truth was revealed in 2008, and the Brotherhood was the key to humanity's final stage. Our wholes lives are lived as cacoons. Someone WILL become the God we seek.
A week passes. Prayer is pushed up a notch as the white-skinned boy, now a man, gives birth to a son. All believe it is our Lord. That the Evolution was beginning. I, dressed in my normal, spotless white robe followed my Brother's to the courtyard. The white-skinned man and his son were coming for a visit.
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