The Movement

About the Book

. . . Mamud came forward, pulling out a pistol. It was a 38. Joel slowly took the weapon, holding it sideways, staring at it intently as if he were studying it. It felt heavy, as if fully loaded. Mamud looked firmly into his face. His militaristic features more pronounced than ever. “If he comes to the gate tonight, as he often does during these shortened days, that will be the time to silence him.” He shook his head slowly. Unlike at Rajneesh, he had a hateful look toward Mamud. At that moment, he realized that he never liked Mamud. Since his first day here, when he was so rudely frisked by him outside the city gates, he had a fearful contempt of the man. “And Joel, I’ll be with you.” His words gave him no comfort. But he hadn’t expected that. If he couldn’t go through with it, Mamud would do the job. It was dark by now, the sun setting so early in November. Milo would probably be at the gate within an hour. “Listen Joel.” Added Rajneesh. “We’ll testify on your behalf. You did it out of self-defense. You got into an argument with Milo. He assaulted you. You shot him out of fear for your own safety.” Mamud affirmed Rajneesh words. Joel’s eyes went slowly from Rajneesh to the floor. “If the evil press, and the wicked lawyers crucify you, your sacrifice will be supreme!” Said Rajneesh. “Blessed are you when men speak falsely against you, reviling your name as evil. For great is your reward in Heaven.” “Blessed are you Joel!” Proclaimed everyone in unison. As the Inner Circle slowly rose to leave the room in sadness, each one hugged Joel tightly as if for the last time. Sheila could not hug him, but turned her face away from him in his hour of need. As they filtered out, Rajneesh quietly called for Mamud to stay for a few moments. Once outside, Sandu put his arm around Joel. Both men walked slowly, saying nothing. Sheila walked a ways behind, beginning to emotionally distance herself from him. Suddenly, Sandu stopped. “Jo-el. Wait here for me.” Joel nodded weakly. His eyes were dim and cloudy. “I need to ask Rajneesh one more thing.” He was the only one in the group who had reservations about this mission. Joel stood motionless in the cold deathly dark night, looking into the threatening skies. He was all alone, much as he had been before this all began. He felt so lonely. He was totally lost. Tears began to flow again. “Oh God,” he prayed quietly into the darkened sky, “I feel so lonely.” I’m scared! I thought I would find your presence here, but now I’m not so sure anymore. Please be with me tonight.” The words came so childlike, sincere. He hadn’t prayed such a prayer since he was an innocent child. As Sandu headed back up to the Upper Room, he heard voices. “Damn! I’ve got my listening device on. It must be Mamud and Rajneesh.” The Upper Room had been bugged earlier this summer. He could barely hear the conversation. Rajneesh: “Whether Joel kills him or not, he’s not to return.” Mamud: “Of course.” Rajneesh: “Joel will be framed for the murder. Just so he doesn’t have the possibility of implicating me, his life must end.” Mamud: No response. Rajneesh: “We’ll make it look like a fight between the two ended both of their lives. No witnesses. No problems.” Mamud: “He believed your speech about being a martyr instead of a patsy.” Rajneesh: “I like him, but he’s gullible. Our agenda must move forward.” Mamud: “Yes Master.” Rajneesh: “Are you sure Milo won’t be armed tonight?” Mamud: (laugh). “The only thing in his arsenal is a silly Bible. I doubt if that will stop my 38.” Sandu quickly rushed back downstairs, hoping no one had seen him lingering near the Upper Room. Joel was sadly and prayerfully waiting for him to return with Mamud. Sandu appeared first. His face was ashen. He was overly anxious, sweating profusely. He hugged Joe

About the Author

Laurence Joel Joy has been involved in and studied about various facets of religion, cults, and the occult since 1982. A former short-term missionary to the Caribbean, who later worked for World Vision International, a famine relief organization, and Focus on the Family, a non-profit organization dedicated to the preservation of traditional family values, he has grappled with the issues that create the need for humans to seek alternate forms of spirituality to find a deeper meaning to life. He resides in Bakersfield, California.