How could it be? for example...that the very organs capable of 'miraculously' , bringing forth new life, also be those self same organs through which waste liquids were disposed of , by the human race entire? How could so much delight, and wonderment exist so close to , and hard by, so much that was disgusting and distasteful and immoral? By virtue of wanton actions uncontrolled?
As for the sisterhood?... the vows of chastity?...the 'brides of christ'?, the devotional life to the cross, the virgin Mary, Jesus Christ, and the almighty Holy Father and Holy Ghost? ...were those concepts in any way fantastical?? How could this be? Was this some terrible dream? some horrid phantasy?...how could this derisory mythos , this anathema;... a fairytale of pagan origin...by virtue of it's manifestation as either dream, or physical reality, sit as antithesis...( illustrative , yea, even as it was...), ; of the basest undeniable urges as expounded through the mysteries of physical or spiritual desire in humanity... yet exist and , yet, not give something of the lie , the mensonge, to what the good sisters of la Couvent de la Sang Precieux had held up for centuries as 'the way', and 'the life', and expedient to the goodly preparation for the rapture ; and kindom come in the hereafter for all eternity...
Marjolaine, told herself she was dreaming, this was not real, this was indeed a fantasy she would soon wake from... how could a young man's legs taper downwards to end in the hooves of a Satyr, a goat, a horse, a DEVIL!...that was it!, 'The Devil had a hand in this she thought....'
Yet, somehow, the Chimera would not dissolve, she couldn't awake from this reverie...as eyes wide open, met eyes in an electrical melding of blue and green light!... Staining! as it were, each others field of vision in a direct and irrevocable process, a welding of atomic particles, an arklight of sensation.
Long beams of light!, perfectly arrayed, extended outwards from the eyes of the Satyr...finding their mark in the apertured eyes of the painted Virgin...out of which flickered a complementary hot blue light...piercing in kind, the cell of Heloise with laserlike accuracy.
The molten wedding of this coloured fire, rays meeting rays , gaze into gaze...not unlike the the sort oft seen on November nights in bogs or reedbeds forsaken, ...feared; ( yet enticing ), to the wearied traveller in wildered woods...this 'holy' light of 'divine', (yet uncanny) origin... transfixed the Abbess to the Satyr, ...and he smiled that smile...beguiling, a healing balm, a benison: that smile ; somehow conveying the knowledge of the universe, strangely exciting, yet not without a degree of apprehension and awe contained therein.
This contradiction, and contradictory state of psychic awareness, heightening, enveloping the Abbess, Heloise and the Satyr as a new 'trinity'....( of a kind ), logical only unto itself...
"Vien dedans", "vien dedans cher Marjolaine", he intoned at last..."Vien dedans"...
The sound of her own name coupled with the invitation to join them had a hypnotic effect....and , immediately, reverently, with an obeisance ingrained through years of veneration of the 'Divina Ultima', the almighty...the abbess accordingly, did as she was bid, swiftly, in a trance, left the library...and in a trice, stood like a glowing regal caryatid in the musk imbued chamber of Heloise.
In rapt attention, her fullsome breasts thrilled to her own heart's drumbeat increasing, bathed in moonlight... Obediently and patiently awaiting her inculcation, instruction as the hoped for enlightened release from the onerous and weighty, dowdy strictures of their order...and order for which; ( both earnest women held an undying devotional love for)...,but which, now seemed somehow pale and distant in the scheme of things, thus confronted, with the actuality of so stellar and seductive an apparition.
Marjolaine felt compelled to leave her body, despite herself...abandoning all reason...to feel for the first time, this new re-union with her corporeal sensibility through simultaneous disengagement ... to rejoin it;...to feel for the first time in her life, as never before , a woman in her prime under the spell of her own magic in the physical and spiritual sense, as awakened and goaded by this otherworldly vision.
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