Divine Cunt

Chapter 2: Blood Libel Sacrifice

It wasn’t until several days later that there was a revolt from the cult. Glenn put down his foot and told Angel that they were leaving the cult and the rumour was that many others were leaving too. It was out of the greatest shock that Drake and Cherry were also leaving. Everybody wondered why Drake and Cherry would want to leave when they were on stage masquerading around like Sharon Tate and Jay Sebring. It was rumoured that there might have been an incident down at ‘The Pink Pussy Cat’ where Cherry had asked selected Christians to go down to the burlesque club to do some seductive ‘flirty fishing’.

“What’s happening? What’s going on Tony?” Grace asked panicked, shocked by the news. It triggered memories and anxiety of being in another cult where she was encouraged by her guru to masturbate with a hand-mirror in a trailer with 10 other members who had at one stage got too rough and kinky. It was a group masturbation night where members could earn their ticket to heaven.

“Chill out bitch, it’s all cool! Drake and Cherry have a ‘kombi van’. Glenn, Angel, you and me are hitching a ride down to ‘Slab City’ to go see ‘Salvation Mountain.”
“What’s Salvation Mountain?”
“It’s like where all the hippies hang out. ‘Salvation Mountain’ is a piece of Christian art by Leo Knight that’s made out of straw, adobe, paint, murals and Christian verses. When you see it you will shit yourself silly! There’s like a sea nearby where magical whales walk up onto shore and kiss you.”
“For goodness sake Tony, are you high again?”
“How can anyone not be high when they are around you Gracie?”
“Seriously, what if something happens to us Tony? Don’t you care?”
“Grace we need to live by faith”, Glenn piped in.

The white ‘kombi van’ pulled up honking its car horn. It displayed colourful messages of ‘love’ and ‘peace’ on the windows. Drake was driving while Cherry must have been tucked away sleeping in the back. Glenn, Angel, Tony and Grace piled into the van without much possessions and begun the spiritual ride to ‘Slab City’. Little did any of them know that the road to ‘Slab City’ would change their lives forever. ‘Slab City’ was full of people who wanted to live off the grid in the desert. An alternative lifestyle that was free from the struggle and stresses of money. Communal living and a communistic outlook was considered the best way to live. To live in a free society without money or a class system seemed something that everybody wanted to try out in ‘Slab City’.

The ‘kombi van’ seemed like a time machine that had windows of moving wallpaper that changed every second. I was so happy to be around friends who were fast becoming family. Everybody had fresh ideas of how to live the best Godly life and everybody was full of fun ideas of what we should do when we got there. Glenn wanted to start growing food to share with the community while also starting a Christian outreach congregation that would reach out to hookers and drug addicts. Grace wanted to make clothes, love-beads and jewellery from odds and ends found in neighbours bins and go salvaging in the local tip. Angel was eager with excitement to witness to the stray townsfolk and tourists. Tony spoke about a mysterious alternative method in contacting God that the ancient Shamans had been using in rituals before the world begun. Drake seemed silent while everyone was babbling, his mind racing with Godly thoughts or maybe just wanting to bask in the rays of hope that lit up the van.

“Ayahuasca or Yage used with dimethyltryptamine DMT is a psychedelic drug used by the Amazonian people that is said to bring about a massive spiritual experience of revelations. We should totally somehow bring this in or figure out how to make it, so that everybody can touch God in a physical way,” Tony said.
“We need more prayer, not drugs! Drugs are a crutch. A tool for Satan to gain a foothold,” Glenn replied self-righteously.

Tony rolled his eyes at Glenn’s backward Bible-belt thinking. Some people were hoity-toity like they had a stick up their ass. In Glenn’s case he had both the ‘Old and New Testament’ wedged hard up there along with the Psalms. Tony thought he would have to spike Glenn’s punch to get him to chill out.