tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52912413020249030.post7494345130285148620..comments2024-03-12T11:58:24.510+13:00Comments on Otagosh: Of Rice Bubbles and Missouri MullahsGavin Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17965552923012880262noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52912413020249030.post-9539556721832453732010-06-13T16:36:54.387+12:002010-06-13T16:36:54.387+12:00When I was a young man I worked as a delivery guy ...When I was a young man I worked as a delivery guy for a printing company that printed up literature and little affirmation cards for the Evangelical Sisterhood of Mary, a Phoenix satellite enclave of German Lutheran Nuns.<br /><br />The Grand Fromage was a pudgey faced woman named Mother Basilea Schlink. They all seemed to adore her but boy were their lives austere. There was a very rigid pecking order in that place. In retrospect the stuff we printed reminds me a lot of the new age affirmations you see in new age groups. The whole order seemed to revolve around Mother Basilea Schlink and her every thought, which they would print up on these cards and send out to people.<br /><br />I have no idea what version of Lutheranism they represented but they seemed very similar to Catholics.<br /><br />Local Lutherans would drop into the enclave much like Buddhists would do to a monastery.<br /><br />The Lutheran Nuns were quite normal when compared the other customer we had, The Reverend Neal Frisbee and his spiritual light show. At least the Nuns gave me cold herbal tea and chocolate chip cookies. I got the feeling they all would have been quite appalled if they have ever met Martin Luther himself in a German beer hall. I saw no signs in the enclave proclaiming "Sin Boldly!"<br /><br />Frisbee built himself this huge pyramid shaped chapel in Paradise Valley Arizona. Frisbee's faith healing sermons were supposedly filled with manifesting blobs of colored lights of the "holy spirit". The guy racked in cash and spent a fortune on printing literature.<br /><br />One day while unloading the umpteen box literature, I asked the women in the mailing room whether they saw the colored lights themselves. The photographs to me looked like what happens when you open the back of a 35 mm camera with the film still in it. <br /><br />The mailing room women replied "...some people say they do!" <br /><br />"Uh huh...well I best be getting back to the print shop!" AMERICAN KABUKIhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11064036099785125749noreply@blogger.com