The Och Cult
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	Cult Poetry Cult Cookery Cult Music Cult Holidays Sandals Dance Week at a glance	'Twas a cold night, and me timbers were a-shivering. I surveyed the wreck of my life from my reflection in a puddle. 'Aaarrrrr, Ned me old fruit cake, ye be a right mess. Ye be untidy and dirty and down and out. Ye be fit for the knacker's yard.' Basil, my trusty parrot who had accompanied me on all my adventures, took one look at me, and said in his croaky voice, 'Cor Blimey.' From that moment on, I knew I had to change. 'How,' I hear you ask, 'came you to be in this state?'. Well now that is a tale, oh yes. And on this very page on this amazing interweb, I shall tell that tale. For the first time, I shall tell how: I found myself destitute Pastor Jack found me, and rescued me from certain death Pastor Jack adopted my sins as his own The Pastor took me to his Church - The Och Cult  Pastor Jack allowed me to join the secret inner circle I went to a vernal equinox new life festival I had the honour of being picked as the mock sacrifice I danced around the tree of life For the full story, click here
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	Need some advice? Try Dear Aunt Diane	Here is a picture of me at the cult celebrations. I had to strip naked before being tied to the altar of new life. I  was allowed to wear a tree leaf of my choosing, and this original art work below shows me choosing which one to wear. © Sister Elaine Carder of the Indulgence 2000

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