{"id":16546,"date":"2014-12-16T20:05:59","date_gmt":"2014-12-17T00:05:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lighthousetrailsresearch.com\/blog\/?p=16546"},"modified":"2026-08-03T13:50:33","modified_gmt":"2026-08-03T20:50:33","slug":"dangerous-illusions-chapter-1-an-unexpected-trip-to-a-catholic-monastery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lighthousetrailsresearch.com\/blog\/dangerous-illusions-chapter-1-an-unexpected-trip-to-a-catholic-monastery\/","title":{"rendered":"Dangerous Illusions\u2014Chapter 1: An Unexpected Trip to a Catholic Monastery"},"content":{"rendered":"

LTRP No<\/strong>te: The following is from chapter one of Carolyn A. Greene’s book Dangerous Illusions<\/em> (the sequel to Castles in the Sand<\/em>). As far as we know, these are the only two novels ever published that delve into the evilness of the contemplative prayer\/emerging church movement. The setting for Castles in the Sand<\/em> is a Christian college where a young naive girl becomes deeply involved in mystical practices that her Spiritual Formation professor has introduced her to. In Dangerous Illusions,<\/em> the story continues but is now taking place in a small mountain town in the U.S. where an unsuspecting church becomes victim to a dangerous deception that is masqueraded as a better more progressive Christianity. Every college-age young person (and their parents) should read these two important (and suspenseful!) books.<\/p>\n

Dangerous Illusions<\/em>\u2014Chapter 1 by Carolyn A. Greene <\/a>and Zach Taylor
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It was nothing like he\u2019d thought it would be. Rob Carlton walked the narrow brick and mortar path following close behind the robed monk. Hands in his jacket pockets, his neck enveloped by his upturned corduroy collar, and his knitted cap pulled low over his ears, Rob looked up as they passed an old brick office building belonging to the monastery. A certain sacred ambience lingered in the air.<\/p>\n

The mountain wind buffeted Rob\u2019s back, and the low-lying cloud cover obscuring the knife-edged peaks disseminated late spring snow on both him and the monk. Rob was cold, but he fought the urge to make haste, and in lockstep, paced himself with that of his companion while listening politely to quiet explanations. Rob asked the occasional question while half-wishing he\u2019d never come, yet at the same time, strangely glad he did.<\/p>\n

It had been a long one-hundred miles from Birch Valley, and he had plenty of time to think. All week long Stephanie had been insistent that he go, and on the Saturday morning that was his usual day to sleep in late, he found himself packing a small suitcase, listening in veiled irritation as she chattered away while preparing his favorite hotcakes-and-sausage breakfast. After twenty years of marriage, she was an impossible woman to refuse, for she knew all the right buttons to push. And one morning along the way, he awoke, struck with the startling realization that she had evolved into the kind of woman who could make his life quietly miserable while smiling to herself, convinced that whatever she required of him was in his best interest. It was she who was into this monastic mystical stuff, not him. Her quirky yet altogether feel-good theology had lately taken a dramatic turn.<\/p>\n

At first, when she had begun traversing what he considered a slippery slope, Stephanie was content to leave him be with his old-time Baptist tradition. She, on the other hand, voraciously read books by obscure authors (ones he\u2019d never heard of anyway) and engaged herself in a wide variety of spiritual exercises.<\/p>\n

It was when she began watching the videos that she turned a corner, urging and, of late, demanding he become involved. His joking rebuffs were increasingly met with a self-righteous hostility. \u201cYou\u2019re an elder of a failing church,\u201d she snipped, \u201cand you\u2019re not even interested in giving the congregation the shot in the arm it needs.\u201d<\/p>\n

So he gave in and agreed to meet with the monk. Rob had fumed his first hour behind the wheel, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt she might have a point. His traditionalist mentality was getting Sheep Gate Lane Church, or Sheep Gate as the members called it, nowhere\u2014and fast. To be sure, the old ways were comfortable and doctrinally sound, but the atmosphere of the church was now dry and devitalized. He really did care about the spiritual life of folks he had loved and fellowshipped with for the past decade; he just didn\u2019t know what to do to get them interested anymore\u2014or to renew his own interest, for that matter. Lately it seemed as if the entire concept and reality of church life was lacking a certain vitality.<\/p>\n

But worst of all, the congregation was thinning out, and it was no longer the life-changing experience it used to be for those who remained. One thing he knew for sure\u2014account books don\u2019t lie. Offerings had dropped significantly over the past few months, and at the current drop-out rate, the church would close its doors before the new year began. Given his position as a salaried staff member, he was at risk. The imminent doom of surrendering a comfortable lifestyle for a spot in the unemployment line did not sit well with Rob at all.<\/p>\n

And now here he was, following some robed monk down an ancient-looking stone path far removed from anything he\u2019d ever known. He glanced backward periodically, half-expecting to see a reporter from the Birch Barker Weekly snapping his photo for the newspaper\u2019s next expos\u00e9. Rob had the feeling that everybody in Birch Valley knew precisely what he was up to. Yet it was supposed to be done in secret. \u201cRemember, don\u2019t tell anyone you are going up there,\u201d Stephanie had reminded him. She had even suggested he not take his iPhone with him at all.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me again why no one can know,\u201d Rob had asked as he zipped his suitcase closed and grabbed his jacket.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere are people\u2014like Jacob Brown\u2014who would resist changes\u2014the kind of changes I\u2019m thinking about\u2014if he got wind of it. I can just hear him now at some emergency-called, all-church meeting saying, \u2018This kind of thing is going against the Gospel,\u2019\u201d Stephanie mocked. \u201cHow many times have I heard Jacob say something like that! Sometimes I can\u2019t help wish Jacob Brown would just . . .\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStephanie! Don\u2019t even say such a thing!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, after all, he is getting up there in years.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rob had left the house with Stephanie still going on. She followed him to the car and continued talking to him through the open car window as he backed down the driveway to the road. After he had gotten out of town and was heading up toward the monastery, he had realized how he hated this cloak-and-dagger stuff. He had wished the weekend was already over and done with just so he could report back to Stephanie that he had given it his best shot and found her ideas to be anything but feasible or doable.<\/p>\n

Now, as Rob walked with the monk, he took a closer look at the young bearded man. His rough, brown hood was drawn across his face, and each hand poked into the warm and spacious robe sleeves. A gentleness and serenity emulated from him. Serenity\u2014oh how Rob longed just for some peace.<\/p>\n

As the monk\u2019s robes whipped every which way in the wind, he led the way to the small tiled courtyard. They paused at an overlook at the edge of the gray stone wall that encircled the area. Speaking in a soft tone, the monk said, \u201cAs you can see, it\u2019s a most idyllic setting for a retreat. It\u2019s early yet, of course, and officially, we don\u2019t house people until May, but your wife was so . . . insistent that you needed, well . . . some guidance, and she seemed familiar with our ways. She did say you might have some personal obstacles to overcome regarding some of our teachings, but we understand that not everyone who comes here for refreshing subscribes to our faith. We\u2019re very aware, understanding, and accommodating when it comes to such matters. It\u2019s the personal journey, not indoctrination, that we\u2019re interested in.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo it doesn\u2019t matter that I\u2019m not Catholic?\u201d Rob probed.<\/p>\n

The young monk smiled warmly. \u201cNot at all. We welcome people of all faiths here. We\u2019ve had Protestants, Buddhists, even agnostics \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Rob\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cBuddhists?\u201d<\/p>\n

\"Monastery
A Catholic monastery; from bigstockphoto.com; used with permission<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The monk chuckled. \u201cWe often get that reaction from those involved in mainline religion or Christian fundamentalism. But on a more serious note, we believe we\u2014that is, you, me, everybody\u2014can learn from all spiritual paths, regardless of our upbringing or current faith. Up here, amidst this unspoiled solitude, we provide a place of refuge for all who come. We exist primarily to help facilitate an authentic spiritual journey for the seeking soul. Some of our most influential Catholic teachers of the past were involved with Zen teaching. While we don\u2019t incorporate everything pertaining to that particular pathway into our spiritual disciplines here, we still believe much of it to be compatible with Christian theology.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rob leaned against the waist-high wall as he perused the gray, hand-fitted rock giving the impression of a medieval castle, a symbol of both comfort and fortification. The monastery proper included a chapel and connecting monks\u2019 cells all built of the same locally quarried stone, giving an appearance simultaneously imposing and retiring\u2014a monument, perhaps, to a bygone yet intensely spiritual era. Rob had to admit it was a pretty place. A blue-green sea of spruce, fir, and pine cascaded downward from the aerie; and the air was rich with the scent of residual winter snow that remained at this altitude. It had taken some fancy footwork, driving wise, for him to get there; and the switchback climb through pockets of mud and dingy snow had afforded him a few moments of high tension. But standing on the edge of the monastery\u2019s overlook and drinking in the quiet, Rob reluctantly admitted to himself that it had been worth it. There was something about the place he couldn\u2019t quite put his finger on\u2014a prevailing, transcendent, \u201ca way backward is a way forward\u201d kind of atmosphere that brought back fond, childhood memories like fishing for lake trout or experiencing that ecstatic, full of hope and promise feeling so part and parcel of young love. Feeling a twinge of regret, he couldn\u2019t remember if he\u2019d kissed Stephanie goodbye before he rushed out the door and sped away. He\u2019d have to make that up to her when he got home.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome,\u201d the monk urged. \u201cThere\u2019s something else I\u2019d like to show you.\u201d They left the courtyard and walked along a meandering flagstone pathway through what was more than likely a spectacular flower garden during the summer. Next, they passed by thickets of brown stems poking up through patches of snow until they came to a large, circular, cement pattern, roughly thirty feet around and built into the ground. Rob stared. He recognized it from the cover of one of Stephanie\u2019s books. The book\u2019s title came rushing to the forefront of his memory\u2014The Labyrinth: Old and New.<\/p>\n

It was an odd thing to see this maze-like structure in real life sitting in the heavily wooded grounds of the monastery. With its circles within circles, it had the distinct look and feel of something ancient. \u201cThis is a \u2026\u201d the monk began.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I know,\u201d Rob interrupted. \u201cIt\u2019s a labyrinth.\u201d He stared long and hard at it, thinking.
\nThe monk regarded him with respectful silence then asked, \u201cWould you like to . . . ?<\/p>\n

Rob shook his head. \u201cNot just yet,\u201d he said somewhat sheepishly. \u201cThis is all so new and \u2026\u201d He shrugged. \u201cYou know.\u201d<\/p>\n

The monk placed a gentle hand on Rob\u2019s shoulder. \u201cWould you like to see one of our prayer huts?\u201d<\/p>\n

Rob nodded, and they made their way back to the courtyard and to a small wooden A-framed building. Inside the prayer hut, as it was called, it was warm and cozy, out of the wind, and heated by a small propane stove. Rob looked around in nervousness and wonder, shifting his gaze from a tall, stained-glass window that nearly filled one side of the front entrance wall to the triple-tiered racks of lighted votive candles in the front to the plain wood altar gussied up with a brace of gilt candlesticks. Behind the altar was a large cathedral window, which unveiled a not-too-distant view of fir and pine trees leading up a mountainside. The two A-frame walls were decorated with murals; and one Rob recognized\u2014an ecstatic monk on his knees with his arms outstretched and his hands, feet, and side pierced in accordance with one of his visions. Francis of Assisi. What was it they called it? Stigmata. The actual wounds of Christ, they said. Rob looked up at the center of the wall to the hand-carved crucifix. The figure of the suffering Jesus overlooked the room from its placement above the altar. Rob stared upward, feeling strangely drawn. Despite the modern d\u00e9cor, the room exuded a kind of antiquity reminiscent of another place and time\u2014perhaps dating as far back as a thousand years.<\/p>\n

Rob sat down on a large cushion situated on one of the wooden benches that lined the walls. He sighed and gazed out the window. The monk sat next to Rob and said, \u201cMany monasteries that act as retreat centers are more modern than ours. But as a community we felt much could be gained by keeping the atmosphere like it was for the original brothers who established the Order. Don\u2019t you agree?\u201d Rob nodded but said nothing. His countenance exemplified the struggle he was going through to rely on logic and reason. For a time, the monk sat quietly, hands folded in his lap, gazing alternately at the crucifix and then at Rob. Finally, he took a deep breath and asked, \u201cMr. Carlton, what is it you\u2019re looking for? Your wife was not very specific, and though we don\u2019t normally make it a habit to pry, I\u2019m sensing a feeling of desperation in you that I\u2019d like to help you through. That is, if you\u2019ll let me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rob studied the face of the young gentle man for a prolonged moment then let out a weary sigh. \u201cI\u2019ve got trouble, and I don\u2019t know what to do.\u201d No sooner had the words left his mouth than all he had been feeling came bubbling to the surface with such intensity, he couldn\u2019t suppress it: the dying church, his wife\u2019s nagging, his own helplessness and uncertainty, and the fear of losing his position. A hundred other things came forth too, all jumbled together. And although he wasn\u2019t completely coherent, the young monk seemed to understand.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s obvious what you and your people need,\u201d he said in a comforting voice. \u201cRenewal. You\u2019ve languished in dead traditionalism for so long you don\u2019t know how to \u201cdo church\u201d any other way. Mr. Carlton, that\u2019s why we\u2019ve opened our doors to the public for the retreat. We, that is, the Catholic church at large and our little community specifically, have rediscovered the old ways, the paths that the ancient Christians took in their spiritual walk. It\u2019s like I told you. It\u2019s the journey that\u2019s important. How we get there is personal, and what may look to some as, oh, heretical \u2026\u201d he said the word with a derisive smile, \u201cis for another a valid tool for finding God. You understand?\u201d Rob nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think so,\u201d he conceded. \u201cBut, again, I\u2019m no Catholic . . .\u201d The monk looked on patiently and spoke as if to a child. How funny it was\u2014Rob was old enough to be his father, but here the \u201cson\u201d was comforting and mentoring the \u201cfather.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike I said, you don\u2019t have to be. The ways in which we teach here, as well as the practices and spiritual disciplines we teach, you can take back to your own church and incorporate. At least try it and see. What have you got to lose? We have many success stories, and most of them began similar to yours.\u201d Rob pondered, and the monk stood. \u201cLook,\u201d he said, \u201cwhy don\u2019t you just sit here awhile and meditate. It\u2019ll come to you, what you should do. I\u2019ll pray for you. Come to the main office when you\u2019re ready to go to your cell.\u201d He turned to leave but stopped and looked down at Rob. \u201cI should tell you though, that by accepting these teachings and putting them into practice, two things will happen: first, your life will go through some dramatic changes, and second, you will face opposition back home. Some won\u2019t understand, and others will simply refuse to embrace a liberating spirituality. It\u2019s largely out of fear this happens\u2014fear of change\u2014fear of others who are different. You have to prepare yourself for that.\u201d He reached down and touched Rob\u2019s shoulder once again then took a few steps and went out through the antiquated looking oak door.<\/p>\n

Silence engulfed the room, and Rob sat with his head down and hands between his knees. Opposition, he thought. \u201cYeah,\u201d he muttered. \u201cLike Jacob Brown. There\u2019s no way he\u2019ll stand for this. And yet if I decline, Stephanie will make my life insufferable. The house won\u2019t be fit to live in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rob\u2019s mind drifted to the monk. He had such a kind demeanor, so gentle and even . . . well, even soothing. Jacob is always emphasizing doctrine, Rob pondered. Talk about fear\u2014Jacob is afraid to try anything new. But what about charity? Look at this monk. He is kind and seems to have so much peace about him. Just because his beliefs are different than ours, does that make them wrong?<\/p>\n

Then it hit Rob that maybe Stephanie was right. Maybe there was something they were missing. Maybe, just maybe . . . He shook his head and with gritted teeth said, \u201cMan, I don\u2019t need this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a worn, little book within arm\u2019s reach on a small shelf built into the wall. He leaned over and took hold of it while at the same time reading the title: The Cloud of Unknowing.<\/em><\/a> In parentheses, it said, \u201cWritten by an anonymous monk in the fourteenth century.\u201d Hey, I remember seeing that book on Stephanie\u2019s desk, Rob mused. As he opened the book, a cloth bookmark fell out. He let the book fall open to the marked page. Underlined in pencil were the words: \u201ctake thee but a little word of one syllable: for so it is better than of two . . . fasten this word to thine heart . . . With this word, thou shalt beat on this cloud and this darkness above thee. With this word, thou shall smite down all manner of thought under the cloud of forgetting.\u201d Take this word, a word with one syllable, Rob pondered. Stephanie was always talking about her prayer word and how repeating it and meditating on it brought her into the presence of God where she could hear his voice.<\/p>\n

\"PORTRaising his face again to the crucifix, Rob studied the figure there\u2014the crown of thorns, the bleeding wounds on the hands, feet, and side. As he shifted his attention to the wall murals, he found himself drawn again to the painting of Francis of Assisi. \u201cYes,\u201d he said aloud. Rob stood, hurried over to the door, paused, and walked back to the cushion. He reached down and grabbed the Cloud book, briefly eyeing it again, then tucked it under his arm. I have a feeling I am going to need this little book. Out the door into the fresh air he went. He was anxious to speak more with the monk. And when he had a chance, he had to call Stephanie. Something told him it was going to be an exhilarating weekend.<\/p>\n

This is from Chapter 1 of Dangerous Illusions<\/em> by Carolyn A. Greene and Zach Taylor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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