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Thank you.

A time when the world was in the throes of the dark ages.

And it was indeed a dark time for the populace of Europe.

War was common.

Famine and pestilence haunted the people.

Ignorance and superstition abounded the land.

Neighbor mistrusted neighbor and the politics of the time was religion.

The Christian ethic warped and twisted into an instrument of power and

corruption.

Enough to raise massive armies and invade the peaceful regions of the

Mediterranean to spill the blood of the infidels under the cross of Jesus.

Enough to conduct mass trials of thousands of heretics who did not hold

current beliefs.

Enough to strike terror into the hearts of a cowed population, keeping them

firmly beneath the thumb of tyranny, preached as Christianity.

All was not complete bleakness, however.

Throughout the land, there were minuscule havens of intellectual thought

intercourse. Martin Luther had nailed his list of demands to the door of the

Roman church, and in England, Henry VIII was busy divorcing wives, creating the

Anglican church, and lopping off the heads of his adversaries with impunity.

And for a young girl who did not look forward eagerly to 40 years of slavery

the wife of some ignorant peasant, There was the nunnery.

The many convents of Europe offered physical and emotional security, an

opportunity to work quietly and with dignity in the service of the Heavenly

Father among the beautiful relics of the Roman Church and the tranquility of

warm gardens.

All that the pretty maid was required to do was to offer her life to the Church

as a bride of Christ.

A simple matter for some, more difficult for others.

And there were those, of course, for whom it was impossible.

Our story concerns the trials of one such girl who strove mightily to

her natural urges and who was thwarted at every turn by some impish inner self.

An alter ego, as it were, who lusted for every pleasure, craved every delight.

and who made life generally miserable for the tender child who consciously

wished only for the cross and a common garden home.

At last, I found the inner peace that I've been in search for so long.

And now I can go on doing my work.

Even if the daydreams continue, they can't hurt anyone.

I can't remember exactly when it all began.

I guess it's when I was an adolescent.

At first I was very guilty about the dreams, but I couldn't help it.

They just kept happening, anywhere and anytime.

The dreams were about myself and all the other girls and boys in my school.

I was always naked, and the others would play with my body, rubbing me and

putting things into me.

And I liked it, and that's why I felt guilty.

Liking it, I mean.

Later on, I decided to devote my life to the church, to become a nun.

And since I really never did anything wrong, they welcomed me.

I thought it would be all over then, but it started again, and worse than ever

before. The very first day at the convent, I met another young novice who

occupied the cell next to mine.

And that night, when I was just about asleep, the dream began.

It seemed that I was suddenly standing in the open door of her room.

Staring at her as she said her evening prayers.

Just staring.

Staring.

Oh.

Sister, you startled me.

I... I was lonely. It's my first time away from home.

May I... May I pray with you?

Thank you.

And if that wasn't bad enough, it happened again the very next day.

We had taken communion that morning, and as I was going into my chores, my mind

flashed back to the chapel and the priest.

Only this time, it was different.

I thought if I made a full confession regarding my awful dream that they might

stop.

I knew I needed help quickly because funny things were happening to my body.

Every time a dream happened, I would feel overwhelm and shudder and exploding

inside.

It felt very good, but somehow I thought it was bad.

So I made up my mind to go to the priest and confess my sins.

Father, I think I've sinned, and I want your help and advice.

Yes, yes, child, go on.

Well, I've been having these daydreams, and I can't seem to stop them, no matter

how hard I try.

I'm trying to be good, but I just can't seem to help myself.

Yes, go on, my child.

Tell me about the dreams.

Well, they're erotic dreams, Father.

Yes.

Yes, go on.

Tell me all about them.

In detail.

Well, I'm always in them.

And so are my friends and teachers and the other sisters.

Even you, Father.

Sometimes I take off my clothes and I feel my body, my nipples.

and down between my legs.

And I feel their bodies, too.

A lot of the time, I lick and suck their private parts.

In the last one, you were giving me communion.

But it was different, because your hard penis was in my mouth, and I

licked and sucked on it, and you kept shoving it in and out of my mouth.

And then a funny thing happened.

You squirted something in me, and I swallowed some of it.

And some came out of my mouth, and the monk wiped it off.

Then another time I was in Sister Jennifer's cell with her, and I was

tongue in and out of her.

Then I sat on her face.

She did the same to me.

Stuck her tongue in me, I mean.

And I was screaming all over the place, and it was like cannons going off.

And...

Yes Yeah, yeah, yes, my child. This is serious matter indeed.

I that is Yes, yes Yes, a

harsh pendants. Will you you will do you a world of good? Yes a world of good I

Might say that these evil dreams will cease forever Therefore I

I I command you to Recite the Lord's Prayer 742 times

while confined to your cell, after which you will be cleansed.

Go now and sin no more.

But the act of confession did no good at all.

Hardly had I begun the prayer when it started again.

I tried and I tried to force it from my mind.

But to no avail.

It seemed as if doing penance wasn't enough.

It was almost like if I wanted to be punished.

As if I might feel good.

And then there were choices.

Thank you.

Venom. Venom.

Venom.

Venom.

Venom.

Venom. Venom.

Venom.

Venom.

Penance.

Penance.

I thought it was the worst, but how could I have known what was to come?

A few days later, while I was working in the convent kitchen, I developed a

terrible headache, retired to my room, and there I began to experience the most

frightening dream yet.

After the crucifixion, I was beside myself.

I thought that I was doomed to hell and the devil was surely inside of me.

I had almost made up my mind to leave the order when a few nights later...

Somehow the last dream convinced me that I was truly a bride of Christ.

I knew then I could never be happy outside the church.

And so I applied for it and was accepted into the order of the hermitage nuns,

those who work alone, away from all human contact, alone except for the

and for the ultimate joy of knowing that for Him and Him alone I do labor in the

soft warm earth.