The Doorknocker Ceremony

A How-to Guide on Joining the Cabal

This is how you join the ‘Club.’

I’m telling you now not so you can go off and join but as a cautionary demonstration of what exactly you’ll be asked to do, to sacrifice, so that you might become rich, famous, and powerful. It is my hope, that with this foreknowledge laid out before you practically, that you don’t fall for the glamour of the process should you have the means to pursue it. The price you pay, ultimately, is never worth it.

Alright, let’s begin.

You’re walking alone down a street you’ve never been to, looking for a building you’ve never been in. You know the door you’re looking for, you just need to find it like in a scavenger hunt. After wandering around for a surprisingly short time, you serendipitously find it exactly where you thought it would be. As if guided by unseen hands, you’ve been directed, escorted to this place where a door of a particular shape and a particular color resides, established with a slit in it for viewing.

As you approach the door, you’re careful to listen for anything out of the ordinary. Silence. This is when you knock. Three times. Wait. Then two. Wait. Then once more.

The slit on the door opens abruptly. The Doorknocker Ceremony has begun.

“Password” you hear. You respond accordingly:

“In the wilderness is where you’ll find me, when the Sun of the mind has started to set.”

“Correct” they reply. “What is your pleasure?”

You tell them, “My family…”

The voice behind the door is silent for a moment, breaking with “Surely one of them is a greater treasure than the rest. Which one is the twinkle of your eye?”

Does honesty truly prevail, you wonder…

“I cannot choose for the same reason the hunter knows grief in having let the fawn escape. The thought of it alone will ruin him.”

They return a brief “very well” and then there is silence once more.

After a spell, the door opens and a hand is offered you. The handshake you must perform is not known to you, yet you understand exactly what to do. Subservience. You do not pretend, as it is true — “honesty prevails.”

You shake the hand, a moderately firm grip, and the door swings open the rest of the way. You did not pretend, you did not try for the “secret” handshake, yet your cheek still catches their other hand.

Still stinging from the slap of their open palm, you are reminded that this is the point of no return. In truth, your previous life ended as soon as you approached the door. Or, perhaps when you learned what that door looked like.

You are asked one last question: “Why did the King order the death of all the first-born?”

You answer, “Because the thought of it alone will ruin him.”

“Welcome, brother. You are like us.”

Thus concludes the Doorknocker Ceremony. Just one interpretation. One of many.

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What you have read is my understanding of the Doorknocker. The man who is ready to offer himself and his most beloved up to the Hidden ones in exchange for riches, fame, and power. This is the Deal with the Devil. The Dragon’s Dogma. The Temptation in the Wilderness.

It is the point where you deny your Cross and instead embrace your Self.

An antithesis to the One True Way and an acceptance of The World.

Every Secret Society has this ritual, this ceremony. They go about it in different ways, but functionally it is the same. You sacrifice your “first-born” in exchange for all your wildest desires. The ink is signed in your blood, the property exchanged is your soul, but the collateral can only be that which is not yours to give. Something that belongs to someone else. Something that belongs to God alone.

If you but bow down to the False one, you will have the ear of all the World’s kings. You will have the freedom to move as you please. You will have your image and likeness burned into history as an immortal.

If you offer up your first pleasure, all other pleasures will be as free to you as air is to breath. Though some may find this to be their undoing.

This Ceremony is real. Nearly all of the people whose name is “Among the Stars” have performed this ritual, whether they know it or not. Your “first-born” is not always your flesh and blood, but it is that which is of your flesh and blood. Your creative energies. Your life’s work. Your legacy.

The Pyramid is a pile of legacies. Each brick is a person’s individuality and connection to the Divine Source, stockpiled and hoarded away from The World so that the status-quo stays intact; frozen and predictable. It is there, at the peak of the Pyramid, that the All-Seeing-Eye of Providence hovers. It is the sole purveyor of all that is allowed to enter into the World. The eye in the slit of the door. The Gatekeeper of all those wonderful and revolutionary pursuits of Man such that it seeks to become the Source of Creation, rather than Man’s own hands or the God which spoke to Man’s spirit.

Why do we not have a cure for cancer? Because the Eye of Providence rejects it. The status-quo must stay intact, lest the slaves cast off their shackles. Lest we risk the World crumbling and allow the Creator to take back their Creation.

So that the Medical Industrial Complex does not collapse under the weight of fraud and loss of profit and so that we might appease the “Greater Good,” cancer must continue on so that all those doctors, scientists, and journalists don’t lose their careers. It is so that all those charity organizations don’t dissolve into nothingness. So that power over Man may be maintained.

“Wouldn’t it be a pity that all their lives and effort go to waste? Man is never more happy when there is a war to be fought. Often times he is lost and abandoned after having won the war. Let it continue indefinitely, so that Man feels valuable in the eyes of his peers.”

This is why we aren’t allowed to have the cure for cancer, flying cars, and an honest government — because the Eye of Providence forbids it.

It is with the Doorknocker Ceremony that the Eye accumulates all the “first-born” sons and daughters of Man and keeps their Creations hidden away indefinitely.

Your stories, your inventions, your innovations… These count among your “first-born.” They are your legacy incarnate. Your immortal soul made physical.

Your Works.

This is the only currency that the Devil values because it is the only one of actual worth. They are the only things that perfectly emulate the Creator’s Will. To Create.

Of course the Devil, who hates the Creator, would seek to keep from the Creator all that which pleases him most. Furthermore, if The World can no longer learn of the New, how then might it know if any Time has passed?

Without Time ticking along, how might the Creator know Judgement Day is at hand?

To escape Eternal Damnation, Time must cease. Not just the ticking of the clock, but the happenings and events of the seasons. The Status-Quo must be frozen and locked in place if those in power seek to maintain that power. This is just common sense.

All this entails the Doorknocker Ceremony.

Creative Works, your “first-born” son, offered up in exchange for riches, fame, and power in a World that stays frozen and predictable.

All of Hollywood worships at this altar. All of Hollywood have offered up their Creative Works to the ones behind the Door. All of them have signed their souls away in exchange for the Devil’s promises; the Devil’s lies.

The first of all being “You can be like God without God, if only you do as I say.”

Temptation.