Now, the story is about to begin. At the Baden-Württemberg camp I joined the others and we were brainwashed with creed and dogma.
“We are asasiyun,” said the man who was introduced to us as Oberst Silenen. “We are the true believers and faithful of the foundation of faith.” He talked for almost a quarter an hour.
After the speech Oberst Silenen declared the training officially open, and since then I never saw or heard of him again. I have never seen him again. It’s like he never existed.
First thing was to turn us to multi-lingual humans. I speak French, Germany, and Latin, Greek and Spanish in addition to English and Swahili and other dialects I have picked along the way.
As days turned weeks to months I witnessed a great change in me. After two years of training that saw us recruited into the not known Sovereign Military Order of the Roman Catholic (SMORC), we graduated.
SMORC is a sect in the Catholic Church with historical links to the Cent Swisses the King Louis XI’s bodyguards, the Knights Templar, the Assassins of the order of Nizari Ismailis and the Sicarii, an extremist splinter group of the Jewish Zealots – terrorists – opposed to the Roman rule and partisans before the destruction of the temple of Jerusalem in 70AD.
SMORC is one of the well-guarded TOP SECRETs of the Catholic Church. It is an order of trained killers who are used for systematic elimination of opposing figures in the church, a political and vengeance tool used by the elite of the Catholic Church for personal gain.
I think you now know why I said that we are all pawns, and expendable ones for that matter – angels and demons! And that’s where this story begins. I would like you to not judge me as a bad priest but as one who has seen the better and worst of days. I am a Vicar of Christ for heaven’s sake, right?
Yet there is so much to say about this sect… TO BE CONTINUED…
Today is Palm Sunday (and Fool’s Day) and I have pulled one hell of a prank on the parochial priest that has left him mad at me. Why the heck doesn’t he know what’s happening around him?
The coming week, the Holy Week, would be very busy.
Easter is here, and so much would happen – for one many people would flee the city to the coast and some other pleasure resorts with family and/or partner to laze on the white sands beaches waiting for some cop to arrest them for indecent exposure, taking photos of themselves nude/half nude and uploading them on Facebook then waiting for some equally idle Facebooker to comment or like them. Others would be going to shagz – upcountry – to be with their rural families before coming back to the city robbed of their last cent by relatives after Easter Monday. For me, I would be doing what I was ordained to do. Perhaps if I am lucky I would get to have tantric sex with Shiri from Good Friday to Easter Monday.