Heresy: A Biography of Reverend Dalton Jr. (Chapter One)

In the sweltering humid heat of 1969s summer of love, Theodore M.Zacharai Dalton Jr was born in Mobile, Alabama. to a baptist preacher father, one Theodore Sr and his timid yet pretty but plain homemaker of a wife, Mary Sue JoBelle.

He had devoted his life work to the Lord and gained respect amongst his congregation whereas she was purely demure and devoted.
She was a quiet woman who preferred the social part of their lives to be left to her husband.
The household was somewhat traditional in its values and 'the family' was entirely both prevelant and a priority.

'At the age of 8, i knew about hate. My father had taught me well, all about hell. What the Hell?'

The young Theodore attended services at the local parish where he was entrusted into the familiar hands of one The Very Rev. Jack James III and his congregation to learn about life and the evils of the world.
The young Theodore looked upto the elderly, balding, religious gentleman as his master and he soon looked upon the young boy to become his muse.
His home life was very simple. He had no siblings to speak of, to fight or compete with for affections, attentions or gratitudes, let alone the small amount of food that came through the house. This he believed was a blessing although he later found that his mother could no longer conceive again after Theodore.
The family home was a very modest self built simple structure adjacent to the church of his familys acquaintance, sided from the dusty dirt track road that housed their community.
At the tender and ripe minded age of 12, Theodore believed he had a calling to become a man of the cloth himself, which he set himself upon, burying himself into the learnings and given teachings of the scriptures.
The Rev. Jack James had taught him everything he knew about the word of God.
His Word. His Truth.

Then a series of events began to happen that would change his life forever. The home structure bacame increasingly tense and uncomfortable. His parents began to argue which bacame more frequent as time went on. His father was under a lot of pressure as tales of wanton, succumbed to an array of vivid and sexual people long after sunset. Numerous men and women had joined him at his palatial ranch in the upper east of Mobile.

Tales and rumours of gatherings of lust and multiple exchanges of pleasure and passion with a number of individuals present was circled around the lips of the hushed local townsfolk.
Stories of bizarre rituals and ceremony filtered around the small community as the appearence in church of the Rev. James gradually declined, as he also did in our young mans heart.

The now 15 year old Theodore endeavoured to finally scotch all the rumours of his hero and ensure his standing in the community was again of a righteous, indignated, holy and truthful soul.He arrived at the home of the Rev.Jack James one evening.
He approached the long dusty drive where he heard the distant muffled, echo of 'Crosstown Traffic' and a collection of figures behind the steamed window. When he pressed his face and hands upto the glass, he was shocked to find a group of naked bodies writhing in uncoupled criminal lust.
He was surprised to find himself partly disgusted and also part curiously aroused by what he saw. It looked so natural and they seemed in so much pleasure and it seemed like such a friendly atmosphere. They did not seem like criminals.He had not yet partaken in such particulars, he believed in nothing less than abstinance and not one sexual thought had ever entered his mind.
He wondered how so many people could look so different their natural nude state. Large women, small women, hairy men, hairless men, short tall fat thin, he came over all breathless all of a sudden, where he was rooted to the spot. Where he had wiped clean the residue with his woollen shirt sleeve, the window soon clouded over once again. Theodore was angry. He was angry at himself and also his master.
He wanted to run but also wanted to confront the Reverend over his carnal sinning ways.
He tried the door which was unlocked and interestingly inviting. The selection of heads turn toward the person at the open doorway, looks of embarassment and guilt intertwine with lust and pleasure.
A womans face and torso appeared, her mouth released from a sweaty, indescript, fleshy manhood and her look of desire turned to sheer bewilderment as she saw her son.
It was one Mary Sue JoBelle Dalton, Theodores mother. Theodore ran and ran until he could not run anymore.

Fifeteen years later, he stopped running in New York where he now resides and has become a writer. He now speaks at the Universal Life Church, in Brooklyn and on occasion West Memphis, Tennessee and back in Mobile. He teaches in the local parish schools and within church about sexual politics, abortion and general awareness.

He has never married. He has a cat.