Over the Mountains but under the Sea

An unfortunate example this afternoon of people attempting to pour in some additional spirituality, but causing  inconvenience and anger in the process.

Marston's idea was lovely. He recognised the power of the chorus "Over the mountains and the sea". The great thing being that it combines maximum gooey feeling with minimum theology. But he thought it would be nice to emphasise the sense of "your river runs with love for me". Now you may remember that the brook is channelled through the Moot House under a lovely glass path - symbolising something or another that seemed important six months ago. So seeing the potential of this for his own spiritual purposes, Marston blocked up the outlet through which the brook exits the Moot House.

At first it was rather nice, as the River of Life rose above its normal route and meandered across the floor. But as the Moot House started to fill up, and we learnt that Marston had over-ridden the electronic door controls to ensure the water couldn't escape, people started to panic.

The Beaker People discovered that if you have the need to stay above water, forming a pyramid isn't the greatest idea. Or, at least, only for the people at the top. So any kind of organisation was abandoned as we all thrashed around in a panic to keep our heads above water. Anyone trying to sing of God's love forever got a serious mouthful of water.

Thankfully, there are windows in the roof of the Moot House, so we can see the phases of the moon. So we made our escape by treading water until we could get out through the roof - falling to the ground as we dragged ourselves out through the Lunar Portals. But a little bruising, compared to a mass charismatic drowning event - we reckon it could be worse.

But in  the meantime all the tea lights won't light, the walls of the Moot House are covered in mud and all the lovely bean bags are ruined. Worship will be moved to the Dining Hall once again, until we manage to clean the place down.