Scientific Church of Last Judgement

In 1970 I awoke on the top floor of a brownstone building in Roxbury, to behold a beautiful young woman standing at the foot of my bed wearing a long blue robe with a hood. She had lovely blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She was right out of a Tolkien Trilogy. She smiled at me, then came and sat on the edge of the bed and asked my name. We exchanged words, and she asked if she could crawl in bed with me. When I later saw a photo of Robert DeGrimston, I understood my Jesus-look was reaping a dividend. This is before Dan Brown, and the idea that Jesus was a sexual being.

Darcy and Janette had been up all night doing LSD, and had come to my commune to crash. Janette wore a black cape with hood. This was the first time I met her. A year…