OOA Mixer – My 5/29 experience

The following is my experience for this event: I’m informed of the date and zip code ahead of time. I’m told that a waiver will be distributed and that I’m to sign it in order to be able to show up. On Friday it arrives. I print, sign, and scan it back. No word or interaction happens until Sunday just after noon, where I am told the address, and to be there at 1:30, no earlier than 1:15. I arrive at approx 1:20. There is a sign on the door telling us to wait outside until 1:30. Everyone starts to congregate. I meet many people I’ve not had the chance to meet before. 1:30 comes around and the door is opened by a woman I do not recognize. We form a line and she welcomes us in, giving us name tags that we are to have pinned to ourselves. The name tags have small markings on them. Numbers, dashes, small things that one would not think twice about. The room has enough tables and seats for all of us facing towards a small stage. In the back of the room there is coffee, donuts, and an assortment of fruits. There are posters on the wall, two are propaganda-like “The OOA knows better than your family, your friends”, that sort of thing. The other is the OOA poster we’ve seen before. We can read clearly now that the OOA stands for “The Oracular Order of Anoch”. The two posters are dated, one from 1948 and another from some time in the 1950s. There is a month and date for each, as well as an issue number and volume, but with no access to notes or phone, I’ve forgotten both. 1948 is one of the first issues, though. There are a number of people running this event that I do not recognize. The first is a woman who seems genuinely excited to be there. She is the one handing us our name tags. Standing next to her is Addison, the only one out of them that has a name tag as well. She clearly does not want to be there. She avoids eye contact and alternates between grimacing and looking meek. There is an elderly man walking about the room. He is dancing, smiling, and clearly loving being here. Another man, one wearing a nicer jacket and a scarf, is standing to the side. He carries himself with an air of distinction, and does not directly speak with us in the beginning. There is a woman with short cropped hair. She takes our pictures, is rather intrusive about it, and makes no attempt to hide her disdain. She is curt, annoyed, and rude. Finally, there is a large man in the back wearing a suit. He does not speak. He reminds me of a bouncer. We are allowed a short amount of time to mingle. During this time, I see the organizers individually talking to people. The man who was previously dancing looks at my name tag and asks to speak with me privately. He tells me a joke. During the joke he emphasizes the girl’s age, 16, and the car model. I’m afraid I do not remember the car model. I ask the man’s name. He tells me he cannot tell me. I return to my seat afterwards. The man wearing a scarf approaches me. He asks to speak with me privately. Rather than just stepping aside but remaining in the room with the others, as the dancing man had done with me, he leads me through a set of double doors into a hallway, then up a set of stairs into what looks like an attic, with two fold out chairs facing each other. He tells me to take a seat, and leaves. I do so, and a female voice calls out from a connected room in this attic that there is a hood on one of the seats. I am to put the hood on. I do so. The female voice identifies herself as Gatekeeper 4. She speaks much in the same way that she did in the video, laughing randomly throughout. She tells me she’s been watching me. She tells me that she is about to put a helmet on me, and that I need only speak one word to stop it. She puts the helmet on. It feels like a baseball catcher’s helmet. She tells me that I am to offer her, and the OOA something. That it is to be important and valuable. She gives me to the count of ten to think and offer it up. As she counts down, two separate voices, one next to each of my ears, whispers something about making it important. Worth it. To not mess this up. She reaches zero. I tell her I give her my time, my devotion, and my unwavering loyalty. She informs me that I am to count down from 10, remove the helmet and hood, and to return to the scarf wearing man to tell him that I “am safe”. I do so. I return to my seat. The angry woman with the camera leans over to me and uses a sharpie to place a large X over my nametag. The scarf wearing man calls his attention. He identifies himself as the leader. He rings a bell and gives a short speech about the OOA not catering to the weak and not here to provide us with the answers we need to find on our own. He calls up @mike. Mike gives an amazing speech. A woman that I had not noticed before approaches the stage after the Leader calls to her. She plays a hauntingly beautiful Cello song, while the rest of the OOA members retire temporarily to the back. When she finishes, the leader returns to the stage. The leader continues on, saying that before anything else happens, he must first deal with a traitor. He calls to the back, where the set of people I described earlier are walking a man wearing a hood out from through the double doors behind us to the stage in front. The hood is removed, it is Michael Rizzo. The leader reads out excerpts where Rizzo called the OOA a series of curse words. He tells us that Rizzo will be given a second chance if it is our will to give him one. He tells us to cheer for either forgiving him or turning away from him completely, with the loudest option winning. I yell for my vote, as many others do. He is forgiven, and he finds himself a seat. He informs us that one of their initiates must also be dealt with. She is to be disrobed and will stand before us for her sins. The other OOA members emerge from the back, now wearing robes. They are escorting Addison. She kneels before the Leader. He begins saying something, but there is a yelling from the back. A man bursts through, livid. He calls to Addison or “Addy”. He tells her that she is leaving with him. She calls out to him “Daddy?” The OOA members surround Addison, and the man that seems like a bouncer starts to approach Addison’s father. Her father, Thomas Barrow, pulls out his phone, recording the face of the Leader, and all of us, speaking to the future viewers that this organization is corrupt and that we are horrible for following it. He gets into a fight with the bouncer. The bouncer throws him against the wall that the dry wall cracks. He then forces Thomas out the back. The leader escorts Addison out the front, telling us that the location has been compromised and that we are to sit, and we will be contacted later to finish this meeting. We sit. All of the OOA members have left, except the bouncer who stoically resumes his post in the back of the room. We wait, looking around, seeing if we missed any clues. After what feels like approx 15 minutes, we are informed that we must leave. We do so. I get into my car and return to San Diego