My soul supervisor and district minister, Reverend Billy, has suggested that I take this Good Friday to reflect upon the sins I committed when citizens such as myself were allowed to live in an unredeemed state, before the election of the Government of the Righteous. There are many things of which I was guilty, enough I could well have been put to death to prevent me from infecting others, rather than sent to the camps with more minor offenders. The intake officer, however, was able to discern my neurological disorder and determine that I was a deceived child and not a truly wicked one-- a lost lamb, not a goat.

I hope that you will forgive me for the time spent on this preamble. It is shameful to speak of the things into which I allowed myself to be led. The worst, as I've been taught, are the sexual ones. These, too, have more impact on my now-redeemed life, as no righteous man will accept one so impure as I am. Indeed, this is fair, as the moral lives of small children should not be entrusted to one such as me. Nonetheless, I regret that I shall never earn the Quiverfull Order of Heroic Motherhood. I regret exploring the pleasures of other female bodies and the strange entanglements of non-monogamous relationships. My belief that I could love and be intimate with more than one person at a time was not only sinful but also reflected an immature understanding of love, as is to be expected of one who was not taught the Truth about God's plan for human relationships. Note for the younger people reading this: there were no prayers, let alone morality classes, when I was in school, years before the Reign of the Righteous.

It was that deficit in my education that allowed me to become misguided even in matters of belief. I knew that something was missing, but without proper guidance from the government, I could only explore on my own. As I am unqualified to do so, this led to the worship of false "gods". I performed and even wrote rituals and spells in the name of goddesses, referring to myself as a 'witch', which is a name we know means evil. (Don't take my word for it: look in the official USA Dictionary.) I even participated in rituals of Shintoism and Buddhism in Japan, writing "prayers" on wooden plaques with pictures of animals (demons) on the other side or in front of "gods" with extra arms or animal heads (deformities that indicate they are demonic, as I have now been educated to know).

Speaking of these sins still brings me feelings of deep shame. Even worse is the subject I shall cover in the next post: the time I lost between the election of the Government of the Righteous and my Conversion.

But do not despair, for my Easter post will allow us to celebrate redemption and life under the Reign of the Righteous together.


Note for the confused: this post is the first in a series for the Blog Against Theocracy blogswarm.