Recently, Claude's
husband Jack showed me an article in the news. A woman was allowed to
have her driver's license photo taken with a colander on her head.
Apparently, she is a “Pastaferian”, a member of The Church of the
Flying Spaghetti Monster.
This isn't just a domestic “religion”but
appears to have international members, if the licenses are any
indication.
“
What fresh Hell
is this?” you may ask. It is the “spirit” of political
correctness running willy-nilly over our sense of reality and common
sense.
Rather than sit in judgment, Jack suggested that we develop
our own cult, complete with specialized head wear and beliefs.
People should learn
not to give my mind such tasks. It distracts from the writing of
articles I have promised my Editor. Alas, it has run amuck (yes –
sing it – amuck, amuck, amuck, amuck) and so, I am leaving the
Wiccan faith in order to follow my true spiritual and intellectual
path:
Introducing
a new religious community in Monroe Township, NJ:
THE
HOLY TEMPLE OF DIVINE DEDUCTIONISM
We
believe in the following tenants of Faith:
Sherlock
Holmes is our Master
Logical
Deduction is our Creed
Dr.
John H. Watson is our first Prophet
Mycroft
Holmes is our first High Priest
Our
Cannon is “The” Cannon, with 56 sermons and 4 sacred gospels
according to Doyle.
Our
first commandment:
When
you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however
improbable, must be the truth
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Our
second commandment:
'There
is nothing like first-hand evidence.'
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We
are a three degree belief system, requiring religious head gear to
mark our passage through doctrine and wisdom.
The
head wear of the first degree, the neophyte:
Because
you know nothing and will look like a fool.
The
second degree head gear:
“
Doctor
Wattage” - smart enough to be a conductor of light, but not enough
to be a full deductionist.
The
third degree hear gear:
The
blessed deerstalker of all knowledge, which allows the believer to
assume the title of “Consultant”
There
is one higher degree..part of the Holy Mycroftian Priesthood. It is
called “Aluminum-nati” with the following head gear:
All
holy days of obligation shall be held in a spot known only to the
brethren of Deductionism…in short, whomever has the most room.
Services will always take place in the “realm of Baker Street”
created by the High Priest when casting a “cone of consultation”.
He/She shall do so with the “wand of the Elder Holmes”, hereafter
to be called “The Holy Brolly”.
The
Cone of Consultation will always be sealed with the following chant:
HP:
The game is afoot
All:
Blessed be the game.
HP:
The Holmes be with you.
All:
And with your Watson.
HP:
Let us now sit and deduce.
All:
It is Elementary that we suss out this day.
The
four directions should also be honored. In the East, the
Watchtower of Hudson is the Earth, for she is maternal and
bakes a lot. In the South, the Watchtower of Lestrade,
is the fire. Let's face it: he's hot. In the West is the
Watchtower of Hooper, the wind. Well, she is a bit airy-fairy.
Finally, in the North is the Watchtower of Anderson,
the Water. (I know, but I needed another male figure and frankly, as
a copper, he's all washed up.)
Every
service is required to include a cuppa-and-biscuit ritual, but not an
actual feast, as that is all transport. The tea shall be Earl Gray,
and contain a 7% solution of whole milk (or a whole solution of 2%
milk, which shall be henceforth called “a cup of milk”, allowed
for family members under 5 years of age). The biscuits should be
Jammie Dodgers. Just sayin'.
The
service shall always end with the following:
HP:
The spirit of Holmes be with you
All:
And with your Irregulars, Homeless Network, and Yarders
HP:
The service is ended. Go incognito.
All:
Ya think? No sh*t, Sherlock!
Brethren
of all degrees shall greet each other in the following manner:
The proper response is a
cold glare, or a clipped, “Fine”.
The following are the holy
days of obligation:
January 6th,
the feast of the birth of Sherlock
August 7th,
the feast of the birth of John
May 22nd,
birth of Doyle, the Scribe
July 1st,
birth of Lady Katharine of Buckelew
(I make-a the game,
so I make-a the rules)
Beyond the Holy Brolly,
there is only one other sacred tool, the “Instrument of Scrying”:
The Three Degrees shall
wear the following ritual garb:
1st Degree: the
tartan of tentative learning:
2nd Degree: the
blue robe of enlightenment:
3rd Degree,
the red robe of consulting:
All
those wishing to be considered for the Brethren shall wear the sheet
of seekership:
The
Holy Mycroftian Priesthood shall wear Westwood.
Collections
shall be taken up each service, if only to see if the Brethren can
tithe enough to order Chinese take-away for those assembled (provided
there are no active “cases” . If there are, the “it's all
transport” rule applies.)
“Cases”
shall fall into the following discussion categories:
Interesting
unsolved murders via Nancy Grace
International
criminal actives as seen on CNN
Mischief
as reported by the local news
Cluedo
– if it's been a slow week
Once
a month, the High Priest will conduct the “Initiation of the Dead”.
Any of the Brethren can bring forth the name of a deceased friend or
family member, and they shall be initiated into the Temple by proxy.
Henceforth, those individuals who were not Sherlockians or Holmesians
in life will become, in death, members of the Temple, and a Baker
Street Irregular scion here named “The Must-in-Grave Ritual
League”.
Other
religious practices and observance will be delineated once our Temple
charter (and tax free status) is approved by the state.
“Where
there is no imagination, there is no horror”
so...
..”Put on your clothes and come!”
Oh!...gee...Were you expecting me to do something about Thanksgiving and all that? Huh...OK. Here you go. ..
(HP: The Body of Sherlock?
ALL: Bite me!)
HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE...AND MAY THE HOLMES BE WITH YOU!