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I Called Her Tazmon's Dummy
We'd Argued Over Master Tazmon Last Night
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This was the first time I'd set foot in the spiritual center. Marilyn practically lived at the place taking all sorts of classes. Since our kids were spending the summer in Berkeley with their aunt. I spotted her sitting on the fifth row of the shrine.
We’d argued over Master Tazmon last night. He was the latest craze in guru land. She was at his beck and call which infuriated me. Worse of all, I suspected she was being brainwashed. Naturally, I'd demanded that she stopped going to the temple. Marilyn refused and I lost it. I called her Tazmon's dummy.
I Felt the Battle Was Already Raging
She gave me a disapproving glance when I sat next to her. “Don’t start no mess Clete.” I felt the battle was already raging. I was just returning the gunfire. I didn't intend on losing her to a cult.
Curiously, Marilyn's bare feet were inside a pair of foot plates. There was a set in front of each seat installed within the flooring with a lid. I kept my feet inside my shoes and placed them atop the lid.
The choir sung an arousing hymn and returned to their seats. Afterwards Master Tazmon walked on to the stage with ten security guards. “Greetings.” He was 40ish with a buzz cut, attired in a white shirt, a pair of gray slacks, and sneakers. His large dark brown eyes were another story.They were two gigantic magnets pulling you into his universe.
Marilyn Was Already Under
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I glimpsed at the floor to break eye contact. I heard him whisper, "Surrender to me," in my mind. I felt his power. It was tremendous. When I looked up he was sitting in a tan leather chair with tons of buttons and knobs. “This morning I’m going to take you beyond the ordinary to an extraordinary sphere.” He pressed some buttons. “Watch the screens or close your eyes if you wish.” Marilyn was already under and her foot plate was pulsating.
"Why is the building moving?"
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Melodic music filled the shrine and beautiful images of flowers were displayed on the screens. I found myself falling into a dream state and struggling to combat it. But the sudden quaking and vibrating of the building forced me back to reality. I shook Marilyn’s shoulder vigorously. “What's happening Clete?” she asked drowsily coming out of meditation.
“Put your shoes on." I stood. "We’re leaving."
“Why is the building moving?” She took her feet out of the molding and closed the lid. Still groggy from coming out of deep thought.
“Hurry Marilyn!” She put her flats on. I felt the building rising and the steel screens were lowering over the windows. “Come on!” I grabbed her hand and pulled her along the aisle as I ran. Some congregants were running behind us.
I glanced back and observed a glass shield encircling Tazmon. And the worshippers were attempting to free themselves from the foot plates. The anguished voices of mothers calling out their children's names was heartbreaking. "Marilyn where are the kids?"
"They're upstairs on the second floor." I felt terrible that I couldn't help them. There wasn't enough time. I guessed they were probably locked down too.
I still couldn't believe it - Tazmon was an extraterrestrial
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Five guards were waiting for us when we reached the lobby. “Get back in there and sit down!" said the one in charge.
“We’re out of here fella!” I responded edging closer to him and signaling Marilyn to stand back.
I gave his mug a double round kick before he could reach for his weapon. The big fellow was out like a candle. My guys took care of the four remaining ones and we took their guns.
The building was four feet off the ground when Marilyn, me, and the rest of the crew jumped. By the time we regained our composure the structure was flying in the air. The complex probably consisted of materials and a power source unknown on Earth.
I still couldn't believe it - Tazmon was an extraterrestrial. The traffic along La Brea Avenue was at a standstill. Everyone was gazing at the spectacle. Although the building was a dot in sky by now. Marilyn sobbed holding on to me.
© 2015 Irma Cowthern