I Am Reading Room

I’ve walked by this place several times.
Reading Room hours are 1 – 4 Sundays. They also have classes for students of I AM. I reached them by phone on a Sunday morning.
They are part of the St. Germain Foundation which has been around
over seventy years. Their idea of the Violet Flame of Christ is rather interesting.
I doubt the incredible story of the first review post.

+5 stars for entertainment value, –2 stars for weirdness…
Came here for work, part of the fire-​code enforcement annual inspection program. (Zero-​star rating for the FD inspection program, but that’s another story.) Had a REALLY difficult time getting into it — tried for weeks, but their hours were pretty strange. Attempted to call the manager/​proprietor to make an appointment many times, and FINALLY got one.
When I showed up at the agreed upon time, I was greeted at the door by an almost seven foot tall, very, VERY pale gentleman with light blond hair. (I know what you’re thinking, but he wasn’t an albino. I asked!) There was about one whole tube of Dep in his slicked-​back hairdo. He was dressed in an all white seventies style leisure suit with white shirt and white leather shoes. He had enough gold chains on to enter a Mr. T contest. Ten huge, gaudy, glittery rings — one for each finger — and a subtle, but so easy to recall, southern Elvis twang.
I know!
Now, unfortunately, I just couldn’t concentrate on anything the guy was saying. He might have been telling me that there’s a 500-​gallon surplus jet-​fuel storage tank under the main stairway — I can’t remember. All I remember at this point was his wife walking towards us from down the hall…
She was about 5’3″ and 300 pounds, if she was an ounce. She had on what appeared to me to be an authentic 17^th century royal gown like you’d imagine on Marie Antoinette. It was all ornate lace and silk and what looked like purple crushed velvet. I swear there were twenty layers to that dress. She had a perfectly white, foot and-​a-​half tall beehive hairdo. Could it have been fake? Sure. At this point I was starting to lose faith in my sensory perception, so I couldn’t tell you. She had on probably only half the jewelry her husband had on, but what she DID have was VERY sparkly. Her husband introduced us, and she held out her hand in a horizontal orientation — not for me to shake it — FOR ME TO KISS IT. (I’m so ashamed of myself, because I then proceeded to actually kiss her hand.)
They showed me around the bookstore/​reading-​room, and the sanctuary next door, but I really don’t remember any of it. I was completely in awe of this couple, and the fact that they put these clothes on for me.
To this day, when I drive by that place I still have no idea what religion it’s for. I call it the church of Elvis. You can too if you like.