COSOM, Evilspeak, and Me

How a B-horror film revived an American church and the real cult of Jesus
The real Son of Man, according to COSOM.
The real Son of Man, according to COSOM.

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The strangest occurrence of my life
After uploading my comical and lighthearted post describing (and speculating about) the bizarre COSOM cult growing in Austin, a series of surprising events unfolded that have impacted my life in mysterious and helpful ways. I have come to sympathize with … A CULT.

What started as a critical but lighthearted post from last year about an almost comical cult growing in Austin has ended up changing my life. After uploading the post, I was threatened with a lawsuit and then harassed by incessant phone calls until I was ultimately intimidated into removing the post. But after several good conversations with their head theologian, I became sympathetic to their program.

The church suffers from ongoing persecution by their Fundamentalist neighbors in Bastrop, and are even accused of being “devil worshippers” due to the nature of the film they venerate—Evilspeak (1981). Yet, I have realized that they are the only bona fide Christian organization currently in America because, unlike “Christians” of the proto-orthodox stripe, they preach the gospel of the historical Jesus—the coming of the Son of Man.

Note: This post was originally uploaded on July 7, 2017.

Update: Post deleted under threat of lawsuit

Notice of Compliance
Under duress of harassment and threat of lawsuit, I have decided to remove this post. Sincerest apologies.

Update: My legal troubles are over

As most of you know, I was forced to delete my exposé only two weeks after posting it. And as some of you predicted, I was threatened with a lawsuit. Worse than that, I was ‘phone bombed’ for a week.

Fear is a powerful motivator. I am terribly sensitive to legal threats. I don’t even sample in the bulk sections of grocery stores anymore. I actually weigh and sticker a bag of one or two nuts and then eat them and then pay for the empty bags at the register. Just to be safe.

So I took down the post, but to no effect. The calls from Unknown continued that night past 10 PM. But then they stopped.

Until two days later. Then something marvelous happened. I got to talk to one of the founders, talk to some of the cast from the film, and became friends with their metaphysician, Frater Baal-Fred. This bizarre organization that I had mocked online, called the Church of the Son of Man (COSOM), is now asking me to clean up their website and edit their theology.

Below is my original post as well as a brief account of how my quarrel with the COSOM leadership improbably led to my decision to promote and support them. A stranger turn of events I never could have imagined.

The original post

This post first appeared on July 7, 2017. It was originally styled as a cheeky exposé of what appeared (at the time) to be a marginal and totally bizarre new religious movement—the Church of the Son of Man, or COSOM.

The Cult of Evilspeak

About my troubles with COSOM

Only six days after I uploaded the original post, I was contacted by COSOM attorney Lynn Hancock. She told me that I would be sued for defamation (for my post) and copyright infringement (for using Evilspeak footage on my YouTube account) unless I removed both immediately. She added that her “courtesy call” was being recorded and would “serve in a court of law as evidence of [my] due notice.”

From her tone of voice I suspected that she might be bluffing. I asked if she was representing Warner Bros. (the producers of Evilspeak). “Not officially,” she said, “but I do represent the interests of quite a number of people.” Why so vague? I took this as more evidence of lying. Also, how could my own thoughts be in violation of anything? What about the First Amendment?

Despite my skepticism, I told her I would delete the post. But I never did.

That was a mistake, because the very next morning (July 14) my phone started getting bombed with calls and texts from Unknown. This went on every morning for almost a week. If I called the police, might I get myself in trouble?

On one hand, her childish methods were reassuring. When someone threatens to sue you and then harasses you, it means that their threats of suing are themselves part of the harassment. As they say: “Those that can, sue. Those who can’t, threaten to sue.” On the other hand, it made me sick with fear of other kinds of harassment.

So the following Friday, I took down the post. But she still kept calling. This made me think that the issue had become personal and dangerous and that COSOM drones would hound me like Scientology Squirrel Busters until I either fled town or killed myself.

I called my friend Brian, a famous local civil rights attorney, and he told me to answer the call and record it. On Sunday, July 23, I finally picked up the phone and discovered that it wasn’t the angry attorney, but rather the Archbishop of COSOM, “Frater Baal-Fred.” I calmly told him that I had notified the police about the harassing calls, that my post was protected by the First Amendment, and that I had lawyers ready and on standby.

To my surprise and great relief, he was both peaceable and contrite. He apologized for Ms. Hancock’s aggression and told me that nobody was planning on suing me. He said it was just a reflex acquired from years of persecution by critics. To my shock, he told me that the post could stay up as long as I made certain changes.

For the rest of the call, Baal-Fred apprised me of the hard time that new religious movements have in the US—especially in the rural south. In areas just outside of Austin, COSOM members are getting their cars keyed and their garage doors tagged (spray painted) with Bible verse numbers about the dangerous of “false prophets” (he gave me four of them to look up: Mt 7:15, Mt 24:24, 2 Tm 4:3–4, 2 Pt 2:1). Their children are bullied at school, obviously at the behest of nominally Christian parents. Last year, their church in Bastrop was destroyed by fire. In the same week someone erected a burning cross on a member’s lawn at midnight that fell and ignited her house—and the neighbors never even thought to wake her up or call 911. Neither event was ever mentioned in the local news. He likened these events to the ones leading to the infamous Mormon War of 1838, in which Mormons were harassed and evicted from their homes.

I agreed that Evangelicals are the terrorist wing of the Republican party. And I found out that we had a lot in common. And then I felt sorry for them.

It occurred to me that if members of new religious movements come off as creepy, it is not by design but because they are under siege by more senior cults, such as rural Evangelicals. Constant harassment makes them defensive, exclusive, and wary. Religions compete for market share, and larger groups are quick to play the “cult” card on new and smaller movements in order to destroy them. It’s just like Walmart and the tiny neighborhood grocer, except that gods—especially the Canaanite ones—are war gods, and expect war-like allegiance, or so Fundamentalists believe.

Being a diehard sympathizer of even the most despised underdogs and outcasts, I decided to do a 180° on my original stance. I told Frater Baal-Fred that I would give them a temporary platform—here on MapSelf! (Even though my readership is a joke, analytics show that I still get more traffic than they do. In fact, their website isn’t even up and running.)

I also have a selfish reason for helping. I have often wondered what it would be like to be a member of a new religion in its early stages. Can you imagine? Being in a new religion at the beginning must be bizarre because everyone in the organization knows that the leaders are making the whole thing up as it goes. Everyone in the group is in on the secret. All you need is charisma, skill at mythic fabrication, and followers who promote you with a straight face. This is no different from starting a business. The sales department is just inventing the value and awesomeness of the silly product inside clever language and imaging. It’s bullshit, but is it evil?

Jesus and his followers were ridiculed, and Jesus was executed for being a genuine political threat. If Jesus tore up the Capitol building and told CNN that he was actually president, had armed followers to prove it, and would be installed in the White House any day now, as soon as his Cloud-based Weapon System came online, he would be arrested in a jiffy.

But COSOM members aren’t doing anything like that. And here their Evangelical neighbors are treating them just like the Romans treated the Jesus’ early Son of Man cult. COSOM members are being bullied by their redneck neighbors solely for having weird ideas. I think it’s a good exercise to get a taste of what it is like to belong to a minority ostracized merely for its belief—a taste of Trumpist xenophobia that is poisoning the land.

In CooperDick,

Scott Heftler (with Frater Baal-Fred)

Inquiries to the COSOM can be sent to Frater Baal-Fred by clicking on the link below.

Email Frater Baal-Fred

Update: COSOM buys

I am happy to announce that COSOM has just purchased the premium domain name

You read that correctly. MapSelf will no longer be hosting COSOM Online Ministry. It has found a better home, a home of its own, with a name that is actually related to its content. was (formerly) the #1 Evilspeak fan forum. How did COSOM pull this off?

Frater Baal-Fred, wizard of cold calls, followed the following complex procedure:

  1. He called the site owner.
  2. He asked for the site using the following Scientology-grade hypo-chatter:

Hello. I represent a religious organization based on the movie worshipped by your fansite. We would like to buy it from you.

I spoke with FBF about his victory on the phone:

FBF: The owner, who goes by “Black Saint,” laughed and said that it was not for sale. First he thought it was a joke, and then he thought it was a prank—that I was one of his friends disguising his voice.

CSH: Sounds like a slow start. Then what?

FBF: Well, I was just calm. If you are super calm and friendly and not pushy, people’s natural pro-social wiring kicks in. It’s just a biological response. Your job is to emote the normalcy of the interaction, that socialization is normal and intrinsically pleasant. If you act like it’s fun, they won’t feel threatened. Also, acting nervous can also, especially in a sales or transactional context, appear as guilt—that you feel guilty about some forthcoming imposition or scam. The same goes for acting fake-friendly. Both are alarming. If you are uncomfortable, your listener will suspect that the coming climax is genuinely worry-worthy. Acting nervous can turn even a compliment into a threat.

CSH: Thank you for that deep analysis. Would you mind telling me how you put that into action?

FBF: I was calm and persistent and convinced him that I was serious.

CSH: How?

FBF: Oh—and I was flattering, but genuinely so because I’m obviously interested in his interests. I was calm, complimentary, and enthusiastic. So there was no fear, no fakery, and no manipulator’s guilt.

But the clincher was something else entirely, and it just dawned on me in the moment.

CSH: And that was …?

FBF: I told him he could speak with the cast Lynn [Hancock] and Joe [Cortese].

I told him I could call him back with Lynn or Joe on the line. I also told him I could arrange a conversation with Damien [Garofalo, son of the late Joseph who wrote the screenplay]. I gave him a chance to meet, verbally at least, his lifelong idols. He didn’t believe me, so I told him that we could use Skype and he could see the video.

So I called back on video conference with with Lynn. His response when he recognized her was classic. It was that line from [Carpenter’s] The Thing—“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.” His eyes welled up and he couldn’t speak.

CSH: I bet.

FBF told me that Saint agreed to sell the site for basically nothing. He even offered to integrate the old forum database into the new site to retain the fanbase.

So it looks like this will be the only article about COSOM on MapSelf for for now. You check out their new home here:

Visit COSOM Online at