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Don’t Dream It, Be It

Don’t Dream It, Be It

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“I am a very open minded woman,” I informed the 2 clergymen sitting throughout from me, one Christian the opposite Satanic. “If my son wants to dress as a woman, that’s fine. I don’t have to like it, but I will accept it. I’m not going to stop him from being who he is.” I didn’t need to cry, however the tears got here anyway.

I had contacted the mom of the boy who claimed her son was possessed by an angel. She’d put me in contact with Father Cooke. He had agreed to cease by with Magister Alexander and take heed to my story and meet my son Nathan. I had been apprehensive about having a Satanic priest come into my house, however the man is nothing like what I’d anticipated.

Father Cooke, the Christian priest glanced across the room, “Do you have a box of tissues?” He requested

I pointed to the toilet door.

“Thank you,” I stated when he sat again down and slid the field of tissues over to me. He smiled in return.

“I’m not sure we can help you,” Magister Alexander, the Satanic priest, appeared prepared to go away. “Being transgender or engaging in cross dressing is rarely a sign of something supernatural.”

“What if the person doesn’t recall dressing up? What if it causes them as much distress as it does their loved ones?”

“Are you saying that when your son dresses up as a woman he doesn’t remember doing so?” Father Cooke requested.

“No, he doesn’t.” I fought again the tears that needed to interrupt free, “…and he doesn’t just dress up. When he has one of these episodes, he waltzes around the house like some British drag queen and says things that don’t make sense. It’s like he’s possessed.”

“When did these episodes start happening?” I appear to have gotten Magister Alexander’s consideration. Up till that time he seemed to be questioning why he was right here.

I assumed for a second. “Three days ago.” I stated, after which shortly added, “It was the day after he cleaned out the basement. Nathan wanted to turn it into a game room so he had a place to hang out with his friends.”

“Do you mind if we go have a look at the basement?” Father Cooke requested

“Go right ahead,” I gestured to the door. “The light switch is the one on the left.”

I adopted the 2 clergymen as they descended the steps to the basement. Father Cooke walked off to the appropriate whereas Magister Alexander walked off to the left. Each males began to survey the room, in search of something misplaced. I simply stood on the base of the steps and leaned on the railing.

“How long have you had this?” Father Cooke pointed to the previous movie projector that was positioned within the middle of a espresso desk that had seen higher days.

“Nathan found it in one his grandfather’s old steamer trunks with a stack of old film reels. He asked if he could have it. I didn’t see the harm in it.”

Father Cooke leaned down and was about to flick the little lever that may flip the projector on when the Satanic priest referred to as out.

“Don’t!” I jumped on the sound of Magister Alexander’s agency command.

Father Cooke slowly withdrew his hand and stood up as Magister Alexander walked over to face beside him. He stood there for a number of seconds staring on the projector earlier than he walked across the desk eyeing it like some harmful creature.

“Did he set this up the night he cleaned out the basement?” Magister Alexander appeared over at me and nodded in the direction of the machine.

“Yes,” I walked over and stood in entrance of the desk. “He was going to invite a few friends over and watch one of the films.”

“Have you watched the film?” Magister Alexander appeared involved.

I shook my head.

Magister Alexander then gently eliminated the movie from the projector and walked over to the only mild bulb that hung from the ceiling. He examined the surface of the reel taking a look at it from each angle then held it up for Father Cooke to see. “Notice anything odd about this?”

Father Cooke moved nearer to get a greater take a look at it within the mild. “It looks brand new. There isn’t a mark on it.”

“Exactly,” Magister Alexander agreed, “A reel this old that was stored in a trunk should not look this good.”

He unrolled a loop of movie and held it as much as the sunshine so he might illuminate the frames as he tried to determine what was recorded on them.

“Do you have any idea where your father got this film?”

“No…I didn’t even know he had them.”

“Did you happen to live in New York by any chance…in the mid 70’s?” That was an oddly particular query. Magister Alexander clearly knew one thing concerning the movie.

“No…it can’t be,” Father Cooke found out what the Satanic priest was alluding to, “You really think that is…,” however Magister Alexander reduce him off earlier than he might end.

“The first shadow cast,” he confirmed with out letting the opposite priest end.

“This could be bad.” A fearful look came to visit Father Cooke’s face, “Did anyone else besides your son watch the film?” He shortly turned to face me.

“I don’t know…it’s possible. Nathan has people coming over all of the time.”

Proper after I stated that my telephone vibrated within the again pocket of my denims startling me. I excused myself and walked a number of steps away to reply it. It was my neighbor throughout the road.

“What?” I ran my hand by means of my hair making an attempt to wrap my head across the weird declare she was making.

“There are two kids walking through your yard singing,” my neighbor repeated. “One of them is holding a newspaper over their head…oh wait they stopped.”

“They stopped singing?” I requested

“No…they are still singing. They just stopped at the edge of your porch. Your boy has some strange friends,” she stated earlier than she hung up.

Whereas I used to be nonetheless on the telephone, I shortly walked again up the steps into the kitchen. The 2 clergymen adopted shortly behind me. As the decision ended Father Cooke walked to the entrance door to peek out via the curtains.

“I think we are about to meet the rest of the kids who watched the film.” With out asking, he opened the door and let Arthur and his girlfriend Evelyn stroll in.

I didn’t acknowledge Arthur at first due to the thick glasses he was sporting. “I didn’t know you wore glasses Arthur,” I stated to him, however he didn’t appear to note me.

I jumped once I felt Magister Alexander’s hand on my shoulder, “They can’t hear you. They are currently stuck in their roles and are awaiting their next scene.”

“What do you mean?” I requested confused. How might they not hear me? They have been standing proper in entrance of me.

Abruptly Evelyn screamed and threw herself on the ground. Then all eyes turned to the hallway the place my son entered the room sporting a bra and panties. He should have taken them from my dresser. He had additionally gotten into my make-up field once more which was evident by the darkish pink lipstick and black eye shadow that was painted on his face.

“How do you do…I see you’ve met my… Faithful handyman…” He started to sing in a British accent whereas approaching Arthur and Evelyn.

Magister Alexander guided me till our backs have been towards the wall. “We need to let the scene play out,” he stated.

I simply stared in shock, my eyes vast and my mouth agape.

As soon as Nathan completed singing, the scene ended and the glazed appears within the eyes of the three youngsters turned appears of confusion. Arthur pulled the glasses off his face and stared at them earlier than he turned his eye to the boy wearing drag.

“What the fuck Nathan!” Arthur cried out when he noticed the best way my son was dressed.

Nathan tried to cowl himself as he ran again to his bed room in disgrace. I might hear him sobbing as he ran down the corridor.

“What’s going on?” Evelyn whined. “Why am I wearing these hideous clothes?”

“Excuse me,” Father Cooke tried to get the eye of the 2 youngsters. The pair turned in unison, a puzzled look on their faces as they observed the priest that stood earlier than them.

“Who are you?” Arthur requested.

“I am Father Cooke,” he positioned a hand on his chest, “…and that is Magister Alexander.” He pointed to the Satanic priest the place he stood subsequent to me. “I know you are confused right now, but if you come and have a seat on the couch we will do our best to explain everything.”

The 2 clergymen relocated to the lounge with Arthur and Evelyn and commenced to elucidate what was occurring to them. I went right down to Nathan’s room to verify on him. I knocked gently on the door and referred to as out his identify. When he didn’t reply I attempted the door knob, grateful it wasn’t locked.

He was mendacity face down on his mattress sobbing. I sat down subsequent to him and positioned my hand on his again. “It’s okay Nathan. It’s not your fault,” I waited for his sobs to subside earlier than I continued, “Those two men in the kitchen, the priests, they are here to help you.”

“How can they help me?” He turned to face me, his make up operating down his cheeks.

“They know what is happening to you and they can fix it.” At the very least I assumed they might repair it.


“Get dressed and come out to the living room and let them explain it to you. It doesn’t make sense to me, but I am confident they can make it stop.”

I left the room and returned to the lounge. Nathan walked in a couple of minutes later sporting a t-shirt and sweat pants. He stored his head down as he prevented making eye contact with anybody and took a seat.

“Hello Nathan, my name is Theodore Alexander,” he launched himself. “I am a Magister for the church of Satan, and this is my associate Father Cooke.”

Nathan appeared up on the Magister when he stated the phrase Devil, then over at me earlier than he returned his gaze to the ground.

“Remember that story we read about the woman whose son was possessed by the angel? These are the men who helped her.”

Nathan nodded in acknowledgement, however continued to stare on the flooring.

“They’re cool Nathan,” Arthur tried to reassure him, “Just listen to what they have to say.” Evelyn sat quietly subsequent to Arthur, and held tightly onto his hand.

“Am I possessed?” Nathan lastly spoke.

“No, you aren’t, Nathan,” Father Cooke leaned ahead in his chair. “The three of you have just been blessed.”

Nathan laughed at that “Blessed? Don’t you mean cursed?”

“Real blessings are like curses,” Magister Alexander defined, “The only difference is in how they are created. A curse is created through a demonic pact. They are designed to further a negative agenda which usually results in the death of the cursed individual if the conditions of the curse are not fulfilled.”

“A blessing is created through an angelic oath. They are designed to further a positive agenda, and like a curse, if the conditions of the blessing are not met, they can be just as deadly.”

“How?” Nathan requested wanting from Father Cooke to Magister Alexander, “How did we get blessed?”

Magister Alexander held up the reel of movie, “By watching this.”

“You want me to believe that watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show turned me into a transvestite like Dr. Frank-N-Furter.”

“It didn’t turn you into someone like him…it is turning you into Dr. Frank-N-Furter. Just like it is turning Arthur into Brad, and Evelyn into Janet,” he pointed at every of them as he talked about their identify.”

“Are you familiar with the Rocky Horror phenomenon? How it started and why it spread and became as popular as it did?” Magister Alexander requested Nathan.


“It started with this specific copy of the film right here,” he held up the reel. “Somehow someone was able to get this copy blessed before it was shown to a small audience at a midnight showing in the Waverly Theater in New York. Luckily that audience was large enough to create a full shadow cast when it was viewed. That shadow cast then went on to start the Rocky Horror phenomenon that is still popular in cities across the world today.”

“What is a shadow cast?” Nathan requested.

“The blessing placed on this film makes viewers become characters from the cast. It makes them act out scenes of the movie. It was designed to spread the film’s popularity through participation. The problem is that in order to fulfill the blessing, the movie needs to be shown to an audience large enough to fill the cast.”

“Since it was just the three of you, only three shadow roles have been filled. Until the rest of the roles are cast and you perform the entire movie, these episodes will keep happening until your characters completely take over you.”

I excused myself to the kitchen to seize the tissues. I didn’t know whether or not to snigger or cry or each. I now know what Mrs. Knowles went by way of when Magister Alexander advised her that her son was possessed by a Cherub.

“Will I have to sign a contract?” I blurted out as I retook my seat. I used to be afraid to ask, figuring out what Mrs. Knowles had sacrificed to save lots of her son.

“The contracts are only required for exorcisms,” Father Cooke eased my concern, “it requires a lot of energy to drive an entity from this plain of existence.”

“What do we do now? How do we remove the blessing?” I used to be wanting to get this nightmare over with.

“We can’t remove it. The only thing we can do is help the blessing run its course,” Father Cooke answered.

“How do we do that?”

Magister Alexander held out his telephone for all to see. Pictured on the display was the poster for the film together with dates and present occasions. “We are going to take the film to the next showing of the Rocky Horror Picture show and give the audience the best show of their lives.”

“Once the rest of the shadow roles have been filled and the shadow cast complete, we will watch the film again. Only this time the three of you will get to play your parts in their entirety.”

I had resisted seeing the film for therefore lengthy regardless of rising up with individuals who beloved it. Now I used to be going to observe it to assist my son. I by no means anticipated to be doing the Time Warp in a theater crammed with individuals of all ages whereas my son strutted round dressed as Dr. Frank-N-Furter, however that’s precisely what occurred.

Credit score: Ken Lewis (Fb • Reddit)

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