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    The three creatures before us were, to say the least, strangely odd. Christian entities are supposed to be pure, pristine, sexless intelligences, but these were different. The Mary figure seemed far too sultry—wicked black eyes and sinfully healthy breasts—to be the Virgin Mother. The Jesus figure, who is supposed to be a gelding god—a pale and sterile deity emasculated by guilt and atonement—also seemed inappropriate. Weirdly terrifying—he was covered with deeply cut, snail-shaped scars—the Jesus figure had the eyes of a martyr, the mouth of a lecher, and the hands of a murderer. As for St. Anne, she seemed relatively normal for an old woman—although her dishevelled, iron-gray hair, liver spots, and two or three blackened teeth gave her a haggish appearance—but who ever heard of the ‘grandmother’ of god?
    How The Things Seemed To Change Form The three figures—still suspended in the air—slowly moved toward us on swirling balls of luminous gas. The method of locomotion was bizarre—even though Jehovah himself, maker of crop circles, allegedly travels in a whirlwind.
    As they drew closer and closer, I noticed the strangers seemed to change in size and shape. The transmutation was completed in seconds.
    The St. Anne figure changed first. No longer old and withered—she became young, nude, massive, and powerful, with blood-red, needle-pointed nails, fearsome, sharp teeth, and a monstrously obese body.
    Moments later, the Virgin Mary figure transformed. Her beauty completely disintegrated within seconds, and she became a nauseating ogress. Shamelessly naked and hideous beyond belief, she now had a pair of great ugly buttocks, a bloody vagina leaking some sort of slimy fluid, and two huge breasts that were pulpy and soft like rotten fruit. Her fearsome breasts—the nipples puckered with lust—moved to and fro like monsters when she breathed.
    Finally—and most revolting of all—was the transformation of the counterfeit Christ. Inexplicably, he was also suddenly naked—his loincloth seemed to vaporize before my eyes— and I observed his body change size and shape and color. He became ugly—loathsome—repulsive....
    He now had an oversized head with pointed teeth and a large, smooth, hairless body that was yellowish in color. Oddly, he seemed to resemble a monstrous fetus with fangs.
    His penis, which initially appeared small, thin, and malnourished, now appeared colossal—gruesomely exaggerated—in size. Throbbing with criminal lechery— sagging under its own enormous weight—it was as long and thick as a small human arm.
    Terrifying to behold, it reminded me of a large poisonous snake, a monstrous marine slug, or some freakish leather dildo. Gorged with blood and covered with swollen veins, it emerged menacingly from his groin.
Such an evil thing, I thought, could not please any woman. An abomination, it could only profane and degrade.
    A Strange Dream
As the strange beings continued to move closer, I apparently blacked out. Perhaps fear caused me to lose consciousness— perhaps it was the monsters—but I do remember that I had the oddest dream.
    I think it was a dream—some sort of vivid nightmare—for I was raped by Satan himself. Using my virgin body— immaculate, unsullied, and pure—his evil plan was to procreate the apocalyptic Beast.
    I struggled in the dream against the incubus—I recited the words of Psalm 91 which, according to the Jewish Talmud , had the power of keeping devils at bay—but the charm had no effect.
    ‘Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day,’ I recited in the dream, with a trembling voice, ‘nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.’
    But the devil continued his aggression. Ignoring the psalm of David, he forced his black and chancre-covered penis into the bloody darkness between my legs.
    ‘With my body,’ he hissed, ‘I