We can learn most about a cult in its initial phases
We tend to use “cult” a little too freely, although it certainly is a handy word for obsessive fan devotion. I suppose that when a cultist ascribes supernatural qualities or powers to the cult figure he’s crossing the line into superstition, i.e., religion. It’s one thing to light a candle for the repose of Elvis’s soul, but another thing altogether when you light – that is, sacrifice – a candle to Elvis in hopes that he’ll intercede for you in heaven.
It’s easy to imagine somebody praying to a figure that he genuinely reveres and to which he feels a personal devotion:
“Elvis, I know that you’re with Jesus now, but if you can hear me, please reveal them Powerball numbers in a dream or some damn thing, see the bank are a going to repo my pickup if I don’t score some bucks real quick, Elvis, and I need that sucker, the truck I mean, to haul them racing slicks to Bismarck that I lifted off the Tires R Us loading dock. You was born poor same as me, and I know you know what it’s like to need something real bad and you ain’t got a fart’s chance in a whirlwind of getting it without somebody deevine helps. Sorry to bother you, Elvis, but I had to let you know what’s up with me these days, it’s a bitch right now and that’s a hundred-proof fact. Amen.”
But does it actually happen?