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August 11, 2006

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Man’s craving has always been to see God, to think he is near Him, as far as possible to get in touch with Him; and therefore the aim of religion is to know God, to get upon intimate terms with Him, to live for Him, and a burning demon of lust for God, to see Christ nude on the cross suffering.

One of these interviews was with a young man who was a graduate of one of the largest full gospel Bible schools in the nation. He told me an astounding thing.

“I am a married man with a nine year old daughter. I don’t know what has taken hold of me. There are times when I have a desire for my own daughter. Something has gripped me until I am afraid to be left alone with her. It overwhelms me. I must leave my family or I may commit an immoral act.”

Friends, that was a demon spirit troubling this man. These things are real. Though this man was a Bible school graduate and doing some preaching, he was demon possessed.

Lucifer, son of the morning, then became the devil, and the third part of the angels who followed him in his rebellion against God became the demons.

This man eventually found his way onto the streets, drinking alcohol and using drugs in a useless Godless attempt to relieve his sadness. The Burning Demon Of Lust destroys. Had he prayed with me, this demon would be gone, and he would still be with his wife and daughter; a happy family.

The only absolute protection against demon powers is to stay covered by the blood of Jesus. A small shack in the hills used to rape girls. Ropes and devices were discovered.

(this was taken from my imagination fueled by reading the religious tracts The Burning Demon of Lust by A.A.Allen and Confidence in God by Rev. Daniel Considine S.J.)

2 Comments

  1. this shit is sick and not in any of the ironic meanings. imagined or not. if it’s imagined, it’s much too far off even for black humor/

    Comment by takeabath@hotmail.com — August 14, 2006 @ 8:24 am

  2. This isn’t supposed to make you laugh. It is supposed to make you remember humans are evil. The story of jesus being hung on a cross was a public show of cruelty far darker than my little story. Nailed to a cross, wreath of thorns on the head, stabbed with a sword, left to die slowly over three days in a public space, birds, animals, insects could all nibble away at him before he finally went. He would have been nude. That was the Roman method. Bring your friends, come watch. And every Christian wears a tribute to this around their neck or in their home. Why do humans love pain and torture? Why don’t Christians wear a commemoration of one of His miracles? Instead we see Jesus eat his last meal and go hang on a cross. We want to see pain and torture.
    I know I do. I love to read true crime novels. I think about joining the Army. To at least watch the carnage up close, if I find I’m too scared to commit it myself. And then there’s love…
    The Burning Demon of Lust is a book full of gossipy titillating stories that all end with Reverend Allen putting his hands on someone and “releasing demons”. Religious texts use erotic words to describe a relationship with God. “Man’s craving has always been to…get on intimate terms with Him” Passion gets warped and becomes perversion. This can happen with the love of your daughter and your love of Christ. Or God. Or Allah. Human love is a dangerous thing.
    Have you heard of rough sex? Or playing rape? Why do both men and women enjoy sex and pain mixed together? “For God so loved the world he gave his only begotten son…” God killed his son because he loved the world. Sadomasichism. God himself is wrapped up in the sickness.
    My story is to remind myself that we are a ridiculous and terribly cruel species of life that likes to fuck and occasionally make love, so it keeps perpetuating.

    Comment by jon — August 14, 2006 @ 8:51 am

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