Its true. And now I feel it’s time to tell my secret. I was a child member of a strange cult down in Cornwall. My parents were members, my father charged with the responsibility of stewarding the musical procession of a pagan god through the streets. They would dress in white, decorate themselves with flowers, and sing and dance through the streets every May Day morning.
How it happened I don’t really know. My mother was a good Christian, my father a policeman and a pillar of the community. But you know how these cults operate, and I guess we all got sucked in. One minute there we were, normal people, the next minute behaving erratically, singing and dancing to the hypnotic beat of the heathen drums.
I was only two. Well, two, three and four, then we moved away. But for those three years, every May 1st I’d be dressed in white clothes with a little neckerchief, have flowers pinned to my chest and brought down into the main square of the fishing village where the cult had their headquarters, a little place called Padstow.
I never knew whether my parents were offering me up to the god, but I would always be pushed forward to the front, right up close.
The strange image resembled a lion with a ferocious mouth full of sharp white teeth, sharp, pricked up ears, wearing a large headress, and riding on a black horse. It came running out of a place called ‘The Golden Lion’. All the cult members – hundreds of them – would lift up their arms in welcome and begin singing their strange songs. And the drums…oh those drums…I can still hear them now.
All the elders would smile and pat me on the head, happy to see that I’d joined the cult at such a young age. Whether it was some form of hypnosis or brainwashing I can’t really say. I was far too young. All I know is that every May Day morning, even today, I wake up with ‘that song’ in my head.
Anyway, I now feel its my duty to warn all my friends about this cult and the long-lasting effect it may have on you and your children. The god they worship is called Obby Oss. I have attached a video so that you can recognise them. Please watch it – but don’t get taken in by them.