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    The younger female was naked except for a loose skirt. Her breasts, which were defined, firm, and magnificent, seemed to leak milk and blood. A rosary—made from small human vertebrae—was suspended from her neck.
The male, who tended to remain somewhat apart, held a twisted cross in his left hand. Naked except for a garish loincloth and a brass nose ring, his penis jutted obscenely through his clothing.
    The older female—whose face seemed to radiate contempt— was dressed in a transparent shroud. In her left hand, she was holding some sort of black scroll, an icon of a slain god, and an evil-looking totem.
    Directly beneath the three entities, I could see four brownish stains. Oddly, each stain was anthropomorphic in shape. A diaphanous substance, which resembled silver threads, was strewn everywhere.
    The Voices In Our Heads
Although the mouths of the evil-looking entities did not move, we seemed to hear their voices telepathically. I remember noticing that their communications, which had a strange and robotic quality about them, seemed to originate directly inside my head.
    The voices, which could be distinguished clearly above a cacophony of other sounds, identified the beings before us as Mary, the Mother of God, Jesus, the son of God, and St. Anne, the mother of Mary and the grandmother of God.
    ‘Salutations,’ declared a cold and arrogant female voice. ‘Pregnant with revelations, we bring you the Third Fatima Secret.’
    ‘Indeed,’ said a coarsely masculine voice. ‘The pope, surrounded by his eunuch priests, will never tell.’
    ‘This is the secret....’ said a female voice. ‘`Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani,’ the anguish of Gethsemane, is the cry of everyman.’
    ‘But since man is not free,’ said the male voice, ‘man is not guilty.’
    ‘And so,’ said a second female voice, ‘Armageddon will be a giant party. All the human race—including the dead—are invited.’
    Threats And Lies
Although frightened, I pointed the dagger at the entities. ‘Stay back!’ I shouted. ‘I will use this!’
‘All women can stab,’ said a male voice in my head. ‘But not all women can fight.’
‘Stay back!’ I repeated.
‘On your knees,’ said a female voice. ‘We come from Jehovah—the proud and distant god.’
‘Indeed,’ said a male voice. ‘Your ritual—a magickal provocation—brought us to this place.’
‘No!’ I declared. ‘You must be devils! With a satanic grimoire, we summoned you!’
‘I speak the truth,’ said a female voice. ‘I swear on the skull of God—I swear on the stretch marks of the Virgin Mother— we really do come from Jehovah.’
    ‘Yes,’ said a second female voice. ‘Do you not know, that blasphemy—cold and pure—is the quickest way to gain God’s attention?’
    ‘Exactly,’ added a male voice. ‘When a wizard called Aleister Crowley baptized a toad, christened it with the name of Jesus, and crucified it with rusty nails, God noticed immediately.
    ‘But Jehovah god—the biblical god—is supposedly an omniscient being who notices everything,’ I replied. ‘He is allegedly all-knowing.’
    ‘No god is omniscient,’ said a female voice. ‘That’s a lie for children and philosophers.’
    ‘Listen to the truth,’ said a second female voice. ‘In this reality of ours, gods are simply expert players who move grotesquely carved pieces in a game without rules.’
    Utter Terror
There was a moment of silence, and Maddalena, who was terrified, fell to her knees and crossed herself. Moved to piety by the horror, she began to quote scripture.
    ‘If we are out of our minds,’ she mumbled from II Corinthians 5:13, ‘it is for the sake of God....’
    I, meanwhile, was transfixed—rooted to the ground with fear—and simply stared at the entities in front of me. Curiously, I kept thinking about the famous Leonardo da Vinci painting, ‘Virgin and Child with St. Anne,’ and how these entities in no way resembled their