The Law of Original Sin

                          "And a maiden shall crush the serpent's head."


              Elisa was a very happy nun. She had been a religious girl for most
      of her recollection. She was Greek. As a child she was fascinated with
      Greek mythology. But, her family was devoutly Orthodox. "For all the
      truth about us will be brought out in the law of Jesus, and each of us will
      get what he deserves for the things he did in the body, good or bad.
      (2 Corinthians 5:10; Mathew 25:34; Luke 16:26; John 9:4)." Elisa read;
      "Behold, I tell you a mystery. We shall indeed rise again: but we shall
      all not be changed.. for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead will rise
      again incorruptible. (1 Cor 15:51; 1 Thessalonians 4:15)." Elisa closed her
      Bible and prepared for bed. This was her ritual. She folded her habit and placed
      it before her bed on a table. Then, in her white bed gown she knelt before
      her bed to pray the Our father and Hail Mary of her Rosary.
              The sleep came easily. She was free of all worry. Deep into the night
      a loud horn awoke her. It was the sound of a ram's horn. She stood and then
      a great light enveloped her. A radiant man and woman stood before her.
      Elisa fell prostate in fear. "Do not be afraid. I am the Lord's Son and this is
      my mother Mary." the man spoke without making a sound. "What do you
      want from me?" Elisa trembled on the floor. "You are the Zion. The last of my
      blood line. You must take back the throne of David." Mother Mary spoke without
      speaking. "How? I am only a nun?" Elisa voice broke. The man handed her
      a staff and the women put on Elisa head a silver serpent crown.
      "With this staff you will conquer and this crown you will rule." the golden man
      proclaimed. The woman embraced Elisa and kissed her on both sides of her
      face, "You are raptured, your body cannot die." Elisa looked at her silver and
      golden clothes. She was dressed in armor. "Where do I begin?" she stammered.
      "This armor will appear when you call out the name of Isis." Mother Mary
      answered. "Isis?" Elisa was near to a breakdown. "All the ancients serve the Lord."
      the man continued, "Go! Now and fly to Babylon." Elisa looked worried, but
      instinctively raised her staff with both hands over her head.
              Thunder broke as she rose above her convent. She knew not where her
      staff would take her....

      To be continued.


                                            The Power of Christ


              The night sky was filled with neon lights. Elisa alighted atop the NBC
      studios at Rockefeller Center. Elisa was terrified. She had lived a sheltered
      life; cloistered. A crowd gathered beneath her in the street. Soon there were
      flashing lights from police cars and a flood light. Elisa stepped slowly back
      into the interior of the flat roof. "Hey! Come on In!" a small bald man shouted
      to her from the roof entrance door. "I've never seen anything like that. You just
      flew down. That's so cool... Oh? I'm Paul Shaffer." the small bald man offered
      his hand to shake. Elisa shook with a dazed expression. "GG-God." Elisa
      pointed up. Paul guided Elisa into David Letterman's office. Letterman was
      reclining in his massage chair. "Who's this?" Letterman queried. Paul
      explained as NBC security entered the office. "hang on a minute. I think
      we got us a scoop!" Letterman sprung from his chair and told security to
      stall the police.
              A guest was bumped and Elisa sat for her interview. "This is a stunning
      entrance. Let's watch this news clip." Letterman played video of her landing
      on the roof. Elisa felt an electricity in her spine. "I must heal the sick." she
      said and stood up with her hands extended. There was a high pitch feed back
      in the studio. Audience members rose up and raised the hands over their heads.
      There were miraculous cures and the crowd moved forward trying to touch her.
      NBC security rushed to stop the stampeding audience. Letterman ran off stage.
      Elisa raised her staff and vanished. She had not only healed the sick, but made
      the old young again. Elisa had transported to Broadway. She was on the
      stage of Spiderman. The crowd murmured, then laughed. Elisa felt faint.
      Just, then, an actress fell off their high wire an landed on the stage in front of her.
      The actress was declared dead by the stand by EMTS. Elisa placed her right
      hand upon the actress forehead. The actress slowly rose to her feet with Elisa'
      help. There was a standing ovation. The audience also became aware of their
      own healings and rejuvenation. They started to climb up to the stage to touch
      her. Elisa screamed and vanished.

     
      Reflections: "It was prophesied in the Old Testament that the Spirit would
                        revivify all things, would create a new people, renew the face
                        of the Earth. The overshadowing Spirit who brings about the
                        virginal conception of the Son of Mary is the same powerful
                        Spirit. The Virgin birth is not simply a privilege affecting only
                        Jesus and Mary, but a sign and means for the Spirit to build
                        the new people of God." (American Bishops 1973; n. 48.)

      (777)


                                                Hypostatic Union

         
          It was off times said that many bad deeds are done with good intentions.
    Elisa could not stop her transportations or miracles. She appeared at a meeting
    of the European Economic Community and rejuvenated all of the bankers.
    Elisa could feel her mind slipping away. She cried out, "All mighty Isis!"
    In an instance she was teleported back in time to the Temple of Isis. The temple
    walls were covered with Hieroglyphics of winged Gods. A golden statue to Isis
    sat at the center. Elisa started to sob. It was too much for her to comprehend.
    She heard a baby crying and opened her tear soaked eyes. The statue was
    alive. Isis sat on her thrown suckling her black baby. There was a brilliant halo
    behind her head. "He needs more milk." the Goddess said. Elisa approached
    the throne timidly. Isis handed the babe to her. Her armor had dissolved.
    She stood naked, suckling the black God Horus. Isis never blinked, but watched
    her matron with a subtle smile.

            "You have come for wisdom. I give you my son. He will not hesitate."
            Isis voice echoed in her temple.

    Elisa could not speak as the babe transformed into a man and kissed her deeply.
    His strength was like a bull and his skin as soft as black silk. She pushed back,
    but could not escape the thrust of his lustful penetration. Elisa looked to Isis
    for help. The Goddess looked back with fierce eyes, "Horus has joined with
    Elisa forever." "I know my Lord will not let harm befall me." Elisa said.
    Isis smiled, "Osiris is scattered in 14 pieces throughout the kingdoms.
                      You must think for your people."

    Horus spoke with Elisa' mouth, "Let there be no land or river unsearched.
    Osiris will rise and the kingdoms will be united."

          Elisa tried to turn away from Horus. She was frozen like a statue.
    His gaze could not be broken. Egyptian hand maidens entered and guided
    her to a scented bath in a stone pool. Horus returned to a babe, suckling
    on his mother Isis. Isis sat once more on her golden winged throne.
    Five hand maidens bathed Elisa, naked in the stone pool. Elisa shut her eyes
    and wished she had never left her convent. She awoke in a penthouse in
    Los Angeles. She was naked on a circular bed with many women.
    "I am a nun!" she shouted. But, she could not break free of the orgy.
    "Hey! Your that chick from the Letterman show." an older man said. He helped
    her to her feet. "Peter Fonda. I'm honored to meet you." the older man smiled.
    He was wearing a silk red robe; "Ah? How did you end up here?"

        Elisa looked down at here bare feet, "I was teleported from the Temple of Isis."
    "Cool. I can dig that. I'm into TM. So? Do you need something?" Peter rubbed
    her bare shoulders and hips. She glanced into his eyes and restored his youth.
    "All right!" he laughed. She kissed him deeply, "I must make a reckoning with
    Osiris and bring and end to Babylon." Her voice was Horus. Fonda loved Elisa
    on his veranda .. They rolled about on the freshly cut lawn under the crescent moon.
    Elisa rutted Peter and pointed to the brilliant planets: Jupiter, Mars and Venus.
    "It is a sign! A great leader is coming!" she gasped. Fonda's face looked like Horus.
    It passed quickly and the veteran actor was face first into Elisa's mound.
    "You know for a nun; you sure have some moves." he smirked. Elisa smiled
    a Mona Lisa smile and let him suckle.

      "By the power of mighty Isis!" she shouted in orgasmic delight and vanished.

 
    Reflection: "I shall forgive them 70x7" Jesus said.


                                                The Reckoning


          Elisa had a moment of clarity. She was suspended between the Earth
    and the Moon. All of these worlds were atomic. They were the living children
    of Osiris. The chaos that caused the balance between good and evil was
    as necessary as the pendulum in a clock. She would restore Eden and
    reunite Osiris. Her silver serpent crown came alive and staff head turn
    into a living cobra. She could feel the power of Horus burning inside her.

      "Many to one! Let all the living unite!" she cried out without speaking.

    The Earth was a brilliant blue with one continent. She felt herself drawn
    to an ancient temple: the Vatican. A woman in raiments greeted her.
    "I am the Bishop of astronomy." the red haired woman said. Elisa bowed
    respectfully: "I am Sister Elisa." "Your name means truth. I am happy to
    be your Bishop in this new Paradise." the Bishop answered and returned
    the bow. "Shall we call on the Angels to make giants?" the Bishop asked
    still bowing to her mistress. Elisa raised her staff and drove it into the ground.
    The Tree of Eternal Life sprung up. "There is no need for males. We women
    will live eternal in eternal harmony." Elisa proclaimed. The Bishop kissed her
    full on the mouth, "Blessed is the fruit of your tree."

        So passed the glories of mankind. So began the Paradise of two immortal
    Goddesses.


    Ahmen!