26 - HOOM - Again

Holy Order of MANS - again

At the end of March 1974, I flew to San Francisco and Chialeah met me at the airport. I had taken LSD before getting on the plane in New Orleans and I was extremely high by the time I got to San Francisco. We stayed at her mother’s house. I remember we slept in separate rooms and we had to go outside to smoke pot. This seemed very strange to me as I could not imagine Chialeah having any sort of a ‘normal’ family. What became very difficult was to learn that Chialeah was pregnant. She said it could have been from a male she lived with in Hawaii and with whom she had already had a child, which she had left behind to come and visit me. Of course, it could have been me too. It was then that I made the decision that it would be better to go back into the Order then to stay with her.
I appeared before the Esoteric Council of the Order. I had never been before this group of powerful people. I had also never met the founder and head of the Order, Father Paul. This was equivalent of going into the holy of holies; like going before the pope and the cardinals and bishops in Rome. I almost passed out when I walked into the room; I was so in awe of these master teachers and priests that I felt as if I were walking on air. The teachers and priests were dressed in their robes. The Master Teachers were in white robes and the priests in dark blue robes. It was a very quiet and solemn place. I sat in the front of the room with Chialeah next to me. Chialeah spoke first addressing the council in strange and biblical like language. She told them I was a great writer, and she held up several of my picture-poems. I thought the ground would swallow me on the spot, or rather, I wished the ground to swallow me on the spot. I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I was more embarrassed than when I had a hard on running the 440 at Shenendehowa. I was more embarrassed than I would be years later when one day I bit into an apple and my front teeth broke off a dental partial I wore. I used superglue to put them back onto the plate, they were crooked. It turned out that the girl I tried to befriend who was my ‘partner’ at this particular first-aid class was a dentist; how humiliating. I will tell of that dumb moment later or not. I was more embarrassed than I would be years later when I was chatting up a girl I fancied at a dinner party and I did not know I had haemorrhoid trouble until I stood up and there was blood covering not only the back of my pants but also the linen seat I was sitting on. I could write a book just on my many embarrassing moments in life. Well I suppose this is that book. Of course, I am leaving out some stuff as it is too much for even here.

You know those moments in life when we have certain experiences or see what we should not have seen or even to a lesser extent have thoughts and then entertained them and further more created cinematic life-like-novellas in our minds to the point we actually feel as if we had lived that experience? I use to take lots of drugs to block these things. Then I wandered along the denial path: ‘oh that was not the experience – isn’t that beautiful those mountains and valleys over there? I think that is what I am remembering that happened’ to how I deal with past events/thoughts/viewings that I wish I had not embedded or was the main or minor character in: I just say, ‘what the fuck?’ and go on with life; life is a train wreck, deal with it – mentality. That is me. I am sure it is our survival to block stuff. We all have multi-personalities the trick is not to let those ‘others’ take over or get in the way.
It was my worst moment sitting there in front of these people whilst Chialeah rambled on about my picture-poems and me. All I remember from the communication of that moment was that Father Paul (Rt. Rev. E. Blighton) directed me to return to the council in two weeks’ time. I will never know whether he foresaw the future or not. Below is a cut and paste of a scan of the actual Order minutes that I have held onto since seeing them in a folder in our Baltimore Centre in 1978. I took the whole folder (stole them I suppose) and I have kept them ever since. Rt. Rev. (Right Reverend) are the Master Teachers and B.T. and S.T. following a name means Brother and Sister Teacher. They were in between being priests and Master Teachers; the most cosmic humans on the planet in our world.

See https://www.angelfire.com/hi/HOOM/05april1974.html

ESOTERIC COUNCIL ACTION REPORT, APRIL 5, 1974
IN ATTENDANCE: Rt. Rev. E.. Blighton, Rt. Rev. Elonia Frantz, Rt. Rev. John MCCaffery, Rt. Rev. Marthilia McCaffery, Rev. Gerald Daily, Rev. Frances Easton, Rev. James Easton, Rev. John Schaefer, Rev. Benjamin Teitelbaum, B.T., Rev. Rachel Vallee, Rev. Ellen Williams, Rev. Margaret Wisshack, S.T.
OPENING PRAYER: Rev. James Easton
2. THOSE WHO APPEARED BEFORE THE COUNCIL:
a. Terrell-Adsit and Chialeah Nadell appeared before the council for guidance.
(there were others but this story is about me – so there….)

April 5th to council
April 10th Father Paul died

Not quite sure how the dude died. Reports were that he went to a motel and died in his sleep. Personally, I think he went to a motel and committed suicide, taking some poison that would not show readily in his body. There were many scandals brewing and ready to be released. My favourite is that he knocked up a young master teacher. He claimed, and all his followers chimed in, that she had an immaculate conception, but us lesser folks knew better. She later committed suicide herself.
Following the date with the Esoteric Council, I returned to staying with Chialeah at her mother’s house. I stopped smoking marijuana for a few days, as I wanted to clear my mind to sort out what to do next in life. I knew I did not want to be with Chialeah any longer. I felt a strong desire to be back in the Order. Chialeah announced that she was returning to Hawaii and that she knew it was God’s will for me to follow her there. I took her to the airport and said I would come to Hawaii shortly, though of course I knew I would not. She was concerned momentarily saying she did not know what she would do once there, as she believed she was pregnant from the man she lived with, the father of her first daughter and at the same time she was saying it was the will of the cosmos for us to be together. From working out how pregnant she was we figured that she would have ‘fallen pregnant’ a week before coming to see me in New Orleans or perhaps the day she had arrived in New Orleans.
Oops.

I would never see Chialeah again but I had correspondence with her until the early 1980s. She always wrote to me as Saint Terrell, and I have kept several of her letters as proof that someone, once, upon a time, really did believe that I was a Saint.

Following the date with the Esoteric Council, I returned to staying with Chialeah at her mother’s house. I stopped smoking marijuana for a few days, as I wanted to clear my mind to sort out what to do next in life. I knew I did not want to be with Chialeah any longer. I felt a strong desire to be back in the Order. Chialeah announced that she was returning to Hawaii and that she knew it was God’s will for me to follow her there. I took her to the airport and said I would come to Hawaii shortly, though of course I knew I would not. She was concerned momentarily saying she did not know what she would do once there, as she believed she was pregnant from the man she lived with, the father of her first daughter and at the same time she was saying it was the will of the cosmos for us to be together. From working out how pregnant she was we figured that she would have ‘fallen pregnant’ a week before coming to see me in New Orleans or perhaps the day she had arrived in New Orleans.
Oops.
I would never see Chialeah again but I had correspondence with her until the early 1980s. She always wrote to me as Saint Terrell, and I have kept several of her letters as proof that someone, once, upon a time, really did believe that I was a Saint.

She stayed with her man; I think they got married for a short time. Chialeah named her daughter Compassion. Compassion later changed her name when she was about ten years old though I do not recall what she changed her name to. I have attempted several internet searches but have never found anything. I also do not recall the name of Chialeah’s first daughter, but it was something strange. In the early 1980s I believe the girls were living with their father in Seattle, Washington and Chialeah was living somewhere in the Eastern United States with some remnants of her family, a sister I think.
Randy was in San Francisco, and he had gone before the same Esoteric Council meeting as I had, requesting the same thing, to get married.
Randy’s girlfriend was a couple of months pregnant. Randy and I seemed to be going through so much in life that was similar that it was as if we chose the same story line to act out when we incarnated to this plane of existence. We would even have children within a month of one another in 1981 whilst we were both living in Hawaii. There were and still are very strange similarities between us. For example, the person I am with now, my wife is a Gemini, I am a Leo, the person Randy is with is a Leo, and Randy is a Gemini. Both women we are with are not only schoolteachers, but they are both music teachers at school. We have been with our mates since 2002 (it is now 2008). The only difference is that I am married. Randy’s daughter is even my friend on Facebook.
The Council had denied his request and Randy went ahead and married his girlfriend without the Order’s blessings. Of course, it did not last. How could something work that was not blessed by the Order?
Five days after going before the council, Father Paul died. Everyone in the Order was in shock. Order members viewed Father Paul as a messiah figure and that he would suddenly die was beyond comprehension. He had checked into a nearby hotel and a priest had found him the next morning. There was nothing suspicious and apparently, he just died in his sleep. He was not particularly old, perhaps in his seventies and when I had seen him in council, he surely looked healthy to me. The story floating around the Order was that he needed to go to the ‘Other Side’, to work uninhibited by the denseness of the earth. We believed that the world, as we knew it, would be ending very soon and Father Paul went to work with the White Brotherhood in the spiritual dimensions to bring about this great change. I attended the funeral or wake or whatever the hell it was with Randy. I suggested Randy name his baby, Paul, but they would have a girl and Paul as a name was not in the equation. I saw all that was happening as a divine sign for me to return to the Order. I was hearing Order priests and teachers proclaiming that the end would be very soon, and those who had not returned to the Order would be in dire strife. My whole life had been lived in dire strife so I went back to the Order. The 4-F next to my name refers to my military draft status. 4-F meant, never to be drafted; the military services just did not want such an enlightened being as me within their ranks of mindless killers. Even though I was a final vowed brother, I had to start all over as a novice. And it sucked. Rt. Rev. Ruth Blighton was the husband of Father Paul and she is still alive, living in Oregon (Actually she died in 2005). She would be close to one hundred now. All the Master Teachers as well as the Brother and Sister Teachers in the Order were present on the day I gave them back my life.
April 19th council

ESOTERIC COUNCIL ACTION REPORT, APRIL 19, 1974

There were many others who appeared before council that day but they are their own story and not mine
April 22nd returned to HOOM
The first thing they thrust upon me was the Book of Activity. The Book of Activity was not in the picture when I was in the Order back in Hawaii. The following is from something I read in a magazine though I cannot cite where:
In 1972, Blighton wrote the Book of Activity.
This book was a compilation of Blighton's millenarian, restorationist, and initiatory visions. Members accepted this book as being directly from Jesus Christ and they thought that someday it would be incorporated into the Bible's Book of Acts.

IN ATTENDANCE: Rt. Rev. Ruth Blighton, Rt.
Rev. Marian Carter, Rt. Rev. Elonia Frantz Rt. Rev. Marthilia McCa.ffery, Rt.Rev. Pilip McCaffery, Rt. Rev. Andrew Rossi, Rt. Rev. Isiesian Rossi, Rt. Rev. Anthony Ruiz, Rev. Stevan Bauman, Father Joseph Brown, B.T., Rev. Margaret Wisshack, S.T., Rev. Benjamin Teitelbaum, B.T., Rev. Thomas Pyne, B.T., Rev. Gerald Daily, Rev. John Hatgidakis, Rev. Joseph Mickelsen, Rev. Lisa Pyne, Rev. Samuel Rossi, Rev. John Schaefer, Rev. Denise Swanson, Rev. Ellen Williams.
OPENING PRAYER: Father Joseph Brown, B.T.

1. THOSE SEEKING ENTRY AND RE- ENTRY INTO THE ORDER:

Terrell Adsit, 26 4-Ft appeared seeking re-entry. He is an inactive Final Vowed Brother and left from the Hawaii Center on 2-1-71. He is accepted for re-entry into the San Francisco Novitiate Program and is to reappear before the Council in three months.

1. THOSE WHO APPEARED BEFORE THE COUNCIL:

Randy !and Dinah S… appeared before the Council for
guidance.
11. DEPARTURES:
a. Br. Michael B.B.H.L. left from the Abbey 3-16-
74. He wrote Father Paul a letter stating he would return one day. And etc.

We all believed that we were living and writing the next section of the Christian Bible that
indeed it would be incorporated at some point in time. I wonder if there would be a new ‘Acts of the apostles’ in the future, and whether my sexual exploits would be included.

‘And Saint Terrell came forth out of their mist and fucked many women and they did become enlightened’. From Terrell’s Book of Activity – Acts of the chosen.
‘She wept @ the thought of his touch.’ Verse 87948797 biblical porn for the masses.

I had a short stay in San Francisco and after one month, I was sent to Wichita, Kansas to join the
Brown Brothers of the Holy Light. The Brown Brothers was a strictly celibate sect of the Order. There were no women in our house. We wore brown robes, mediated, and prayed often.

the photos below are from my father who drove over from Clifton Park New York to see me.

The head of the Brown Brothers was Father Joseph Brown, Brother Teacher, a master teacher in the making. He was a short balding fellow and he seemed sincere.

I had several chats with him and he seemed to believe that he was a part of some great cosmic event. As life would unfold itself though, he too eventually left the Order. He opened a shoe store in Denver years later and he has had several interviews that have appeared in magazines and books.

An article entitled, “Suddenly Orthodox”, in This World, May 31, 1992, By Don Latin said.
“Brown, who now lives in Denver and runs two shoe repair shops, said;
The Brown Brothers were set up along with another supposedly celibate order for women called the Immaculate Heart Sisters of Mary. According to Brown, Blighton had sex with the 19-year-old abbess of that order, Sister Marion, who became pregnant with 72-year-old Blighton's child. "We all knew it was him, but he just lied, "said Brown. "He tried to tell us it was an immaculate conception, but we just told him to knock it off."
Blighton died several months later. His death sparked a four-year leadership struggle, ending in 1978 when Vincent Rossi, one of Blighton's top lieutenants, emerged as director general of the order…”
Online as of Monday, November 29, 2004,
at
http://www.rickross.com/reference/hom/
hom6.html
(no longer there it is now a casino site – go
figure)

The Immaculate Heart Servants of Mary

“The Mantle of The Immaculate Heart Sisters of Mary was received in series of personal revelations through Father Paul Blighton from The
Blessed Mother Mary between 1971-1972. The Lineage was first passed to Master M Marian Carter through The Holy Order of MANS (1972). The passage of the Lineage of The Immaculate Heart Servants of Mary was originally called the Lineage of The Immaculate Heart Sisters of Mary and was a sub order of the Holy Order of MANS.”

Marion would go on to become a Master Teacher and would later commit suicide. I have heard many tragic stories concerning her and how the Order treated her which prompted her suicide but they are best left unsaid. She is currently featured as a saint in The Gnostic Order of Christ, one of the many Order offshoots, each claiming some divine bullshit as ‘The One’ The bottom line I suppose is that even the most rational people can become sucked into a cult. Rational human beings can believe the unbelievable and I cannot understand why. For me, a person who took a lot of drugs, and would believe in most anything, nothing seems strange except when a Master Teacher commits suicide. Anyone who commits suicide is just about the only thing in life I cannot understand. Whether a baseball player for the LA Dodgers killing himself a month after turning 20 (my son) or a young Master Teacher – suicide of a young person is without any degree of rational.

At the Brown Brother’s I had several visitors. Robyn, my parents, and Dell all visited. They all tried to get me to leave the Order too. Dell tried to get me to smoke pot and Robyn tried to get me to have sex with her. My parents stood outside and prayed for me. I saw all this as a test by the White Brotherhood, whom I knew had great and cosmic things in store for me. I did not get laid, I did not get stoned and I just felt embarrassed by my parents and friends.
In Wichita I worked at a meatpacking place.

I hated the job not just because I was a vegetarian but because it had a horrible dead animal stench to it. All of Wichita smelt like dying animals. The other workers picked on me because they had seen me in my brown robe on patrol. The only good that came out of the place was that I wrote my favourite story, “Tree”, whilst eating lunch. I would eat my lunch
away from the factory and the only vegetation I found anywhere near the butchery was one small tree growing next to a train track. Years later Brother Tom M…, after we had left the Order in 1987, illustrated a cover for the story and I made a cardette of the story, selling it to shops in Baltimore, Maryland where Tom and I were living. Thankfully the job at the meatpacking factory lasted for only a couple of months and by Fall I was headed to Cheyenne, Wyoming.

‘Tree’ covers by Tom Muth. https://neuage.org/tree.htm
The centre at 2101 Seymour Avenue in Cheyenne, was the Order’s Discipleship Headquarters. I am not sure what I was supposed to do in this frozen wasteland but I spent the winter in my brown robe.
I had a task for a few months of staying up all night to watch the house. The Order was very paranoid after the bombing of its centre in San Francisco a year earlier. Why anyone would want to do anything to a group of weirdoes in Cheyenne I was not sure but I stayed awake during the night and I would walk around the house periodically to be sure no local cowboy was taking shots at us. I read a lot of occult books whilst there and studied astrology. No one at the centre seemed concerned that I was more interested in magic and the occult than I was in their Christian bantering.
Our literature distributed to the public described the Holy Order of MANS as a "discipleship movement," and not as a religion.

"Seekers" who inquired got the message that the Order's purpose was to teach the Universal Law of Creation, revealed by ancient Christian mysteries. My friend Robyn from New Orleans and later from Kansas in her vain attempt to get me out of the Order continued to be a pest. She joined the Discipleship program and began writing letters that were not favourable toward me. I never discovered what she wrote but I was “spoken” to on several occasions to the consequences of the misuse of sexuality. I had communication with one person via my online user group at Yahoo-groups who had definite opinions about me decades later based on Robyn’s letters but she would never tell me what was in the letters.

The teachings of the Order and the stream of ‘revelations’ that Father Paul had received from Jesus guided our life. The revelations, to me anyway, did not make much sense. Each week we would receive the minutes of the Esoteric Council and all that was interesting to me was to read who had left the Order and who had returned. Some people who returned received strange treatment. One person had to walk across America, witnessing to people as he
travelled that the Order was the saviour of humankind. Some were put on long silence sentences. I considered myself lucky that all that happened to me was that I was a Brown Brother sent to godforsaken spots of America. There were many revelations but to me they sounded like common sense administrational issues. We believed that these revelations were so divine that it was just in their wording that they sounded mundane. The Book of Activity was our other major reading material as it would be added to the Christian Bible within a decade or two, so they said back in the 1970s. As far as I know this has not happened. In fact, the Order withered away with many issues never resolved. I managed to stay on for several more years wreaking havoc wherever and whenever I could. I do not think I did well with these points I was supposed to live by…
"LET ME REAFFIRM TO MY TEACHERS OR BISHOPS, THEY SHALL BE SPIRITUAL LEADERS, NOT BUSINESS MEN. THEIR ONLY MERCHANDISE SHALL BE MY WORD, AND MY FATHER’S IN HEAVEN, AND THEY SHALL BE PRESENT WHEN I BRING GREATER GLORY UNTO EARTH."
Revelation from the Master September 16, 1971.
"For as I had appointed my apostles, so likewise are your apostles being appointed - and being appointed by divine means. Not that they are absolutely perfect beings, but they have the dedication, and they have the abilities, and in the nearby times to come will become more and more perfect in the use of these tools in my Father’s kingdom. "THE APOSTLES ARE YOUR
SPECIAL COUNSELORS." Revelation from the Master May 25, 1972.
"ALL OF YOUR NEW ONES WHEN THEY COME INTO THE ORDER AFTER THREE DAYS PUT THEM INTO THE CHAPEL FOR THREE DAYS, BUT DO NOT LET THEM HAVE BEDS TO SLEEP IN. LET THEM HAVE WARM CLOTHES, BUT LET THEM SPEND MOST OF THEIR TIME KNEELING AND A
SNOOZE NOW AND THEN." Revelation from the Master May 7, 1972
I have several notebooks of these ‘revelations’. I don’t know, maybe it is just me, but they do not sound very earth shattering.

FROM THE BOOK OF ACTIVITY:
Let this be as your chapter of Hebrews, only of this day and this Order. For this shall be the ninth chapter of the Book of Mans. (It is like the ninth chapter of Hebrews.)
For in this day, thou shalt not pay heed to the way a Holy Order has been previously conducted, but shall pay heed unto my Word, for it is a Law unto you.
For ye need only to be militant in the way of being at all places, always going forth. For thy presence shall speak as much as thy Word.
Heed ye every word thou speakest with feeling, for it shall manifest.
Require each man to serve four years, regardless of the time he studies, before he goes into any outside ministry of another organization.
He, who would carry my mark and would carry the shield of my Order, must be truly tested, so spare not the rod.
Thy rod shall be thy word, and thou shalt send him or her to places for tests, and they shall be found not wanting.
For to be in this outer world of negation after serving under thy mantle shall be their test.
For truly I say unto you, he that can stand alone amongst the children of men, should have no fear to brave the depths of the earth or the fire of hell.
This Solar System has a form, an orderly form; this planet has a form - an orderly form. We ourselves have an orderly form when it is left alone to manifest. Common to all is the same form and Order.
Let it be known throughout the Order that this Holy Order seeketh not power, which it already has, but the holiness, which shall lead to completion of the Work.
Seek not thine own elevation but seek to become as a carrier pigeon to all the earth. Know ye that ye have been given much, and of him is much expected.
You in this Holy Order are performing a duty and a service to mankind very similar to that which I so desired to do in those days. But not having the facilities or the ways of being able to substantiate it, and only three years of ministry in that place, therefore it was necessary for me to leave a lasting record and a lasting understanding, so that others of this day might go forth with this work and reach into the reality, and gain the understanding of my Father's world, and that which I am trying to bring unto the people at large - to all my sheep.
A Holy Order is a group of men who adheres to a system that is complete in the wholeness of Creation.
The word "Order" means that it is following the order and purpose of men, and of the universe.
This is the point at which our unity stands, and this is our unity - otherwise it is nothing. This is a world order.
The Order is an organism of the Lord Jesus
Christ.
If you take a vow to the Order of the
Golden Cross, or Melchisedec . . . this is under the Masters of Heaven.

Aids on the Way

Forget you are an individual; assume the Way of Christ.
Learn that one thing is always necessary - direct obedience to the teacher or priest. Questions are fine, but obedience in action leads to light in fulfilment of the deed.
When walking from one place to another, know that this is like a man's spiritual advancement. For he can only go as far as he can see and as fast as his legs can carry him. Therefore, let there be no end in sight - only the service of God, for this makes short legs long and strong.
When one feels he is all alone, know that He too is one with you, as you are one with God.
The calling to the HOLY ORDER and Priesthood is genuine when the fulfillment of the understanding comes through the service to man. The call is received from the God Being or the Greater Brotherhood.
In wandering, in wondering, there is but one answer. God is all, as all, giving all to all, and this is the secret, which will be known by all who come through the great gates of this school.
In walking on THE WAY, remember that stumbling on the stones is only finding out where you placed the blocks.
In mid-November, after some three or four months in the frozen wasteland of Wyoming, Syracuse, New York, became my next port of call. I stopped in at the Detroit and Denver Centres for a few days each and every one I met believed in their chosen destinies in these final days to bring the world into illumination. These larger centres would often have fifty or more brothers and sisters in each.
The Syracuse Centre was small with only a few brothers and a priest. I shared a room with three others. Daniel was my bunkmate. I would communicate and see Daniel on different occasions for the next thirty years. We were the two most opposite people possible with me having few if any rules and Daniel following rules to the letter of the law. He wanted to be a priest and he worked hard at doing all the right things. Daniel never did drugs or drank alcohol and he had a strict vegetarian diet.

Most of the Order people ate meat and Daniel was the first one I had met who did not eat meat. I am not sure when I stopped eating meat. I think it was in the mid-1960s. For no particular reason I hated the idea of eating a dead animal - not that I ever entertained eating a live one – and that was it. Never ate meat again.

Christmas 1974 Syracuse, New York - in a religious Order

27. 1975 - Syracuse
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Terrell Neuage, (dual citizen USA/Australia) is a South Australian/New York poet, writer, and digital artist known for his evocative poetry and extensive research on conversational analysis in on-line communciations (including communication in the AI era; from sharing information to making sense of it). His best-selling autobiographies;Leaving America (Before the After) & Leaving Australia (after) – exploring life as a hippie, brother in a California Cult (Holy Order of MANS) as Brother Terrell Adsit, Astrolger (40-years) to non-believer, and adventures in Australia, single parent, tofu manufacturer/street artist, China, the USA & fifty+ other ountries. From high school drop out, Shenendehowa Central School, Clifton Park, New York at age 16, back to school at age 44 (BA & Masters from Deakin University, Melbourne, Australia) to PhD from the University of South Australia at age 58 to knocking on your door at age 78.