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“No. The O.T.O., A∴A∴, Golden Dawn, Rosicrucians, Templars, the
Order of Jacques De Molay…”
“But no O.H.P.? And no Mother Hive Brain?”
K shrugged. “No.”
The last student left the room and turned off the light, leaving them in
partial darkness.
“The 139 thing is weird too. The number has always stuck out to me
though I can’t say why. There’s a vacation coming up—how about we
take a trip to Devon?”
“Just because of this script?”
“Eh, you found me out. I was planning on going home and visiting my
girlfriend anyway. Call me after Anti-Religious Philosophy.”
J’s dorm room was a clutter of books, half-empty soda and beer cans,
and the distinctive musty scent of new music equipment and marijuana.
He sat in front of the harsh glare of his monitor, mumbling to himself
and puffing on a Marlboro red. The Marlboro man was not only an
icon—the Marlboro man was a shepherd, a biblical shepherd, leading his
followers into the cyclical, mythological world of addiction.
The phone rang.
“Hey, it’s K. How was old fire-and-brimstone?”
“Same as usual. Fear and Trembling. Unbearably weighty stuff. The
infinite despair at being despairing of one’s finitude or whatever. What’s
going on?” J held the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he continued
to type. He slid Das Ich into his CD player and tapped his finger on the
receiver in time with the beat.
“I did some research on the name Aleonis De Gabrael. But… I don’t
know, man. My most reliable source says he was born in 1776 in Rouen,
France. He disappeared in 1799 and was presumed dead. The Order of
the Hidden Path was a mystical organization started only two years ago
by some kids in the Philadelphia area. 1799? Where did you find this
character? Then I see his name coming up in posted documents on mysticism
and magick over the last few years, and he keeps mentioning the
‘Mother Hive Brain Syndicate,’ his ‘teacher of the Ancient Mysteries’
which has…this part cracked me up…‘an unbroken lineage to the Secret
Masters of ancient Egypt.’ Who, the sister-fucking pharaohs? …Hey will
you cut out that tapping? They had one main treatise, which was registered
with the Library of Congress two years ago. I couldn’t find any sort
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