Horizon Oasis Lodge, Ordo Templi Orientis

http://www.seattle-oto.org/

OTOlogoSunday night I went to view a Gnostic Mass performed by the Horizon Oasis Lodge.

So, a little personal history here before I dive in:  I’m a former Freemason.  I haven’t been active in a few years, in part because I decided it was okay to be an atheist, and atheists can’t be Masons.  Previously, I had identified myself as a deist, and sort of believed in the possibility of a God, but when that changed, I no longer had the qualities required to remain a Mason.

Why am I mentioning this?  Because Aleister Crowley, also a former Freemason, had joined OTO and sort of transformed it with his own beliefs and rituals, and he allegedly included a lot of masonic stuff in there.  Knowing this, I’ve always been really curious about the OTO.  Presumably, the first, second, and third degrees of OTO are the same as the ones in Masonry.  I’ll never know for sure, because I don’t intend to join and go through their degrees.  I’m just going to go to their public rituals.

This means that it’s not likely that I’ll be able to give them a score.  But given what I think I know about their degrees, they’d probably score pretty highly on my humanist scale.

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Saint Nectarios Orthodox Church

snecs2This morning, I got up early, put on my Sunday best, and went to church.

Last week, I had a little trouble because I was improperly dressed.  Not wanting to make the same mistake twice, this morning I put on some nice slacks, a nice button-down shirt, and a tweed jacket.  I didn’t put on a tie, nor did I put on my dress shoes, opting for black sneakers instead.   So I guess my manner of dress would be somewhere between “business” and “business casual.”

Turns out putting the sneakers on was a good idea.  Not only because I walked a little over a mile to the church, but also because you don’t sit down during an orthodox service.   You stand.

Like last time, I went to the front door, and like last time, it was locked.  I guess they’re not used to people walking up to their front door.  The back door, which opens off of their parking lot and into a common area with a kitchen and tables, was open.  There was a lady there pulling stuff out of her car, and I stopped to help, grabbing a box of cups and bringing it into the kitchen for her.

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