Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father by Tiana Laveen Read Free Book Online Page B

Saint turned and faced the crowd, his eyebrows furrowed, his forehead creased. “Seven!” He held up seven fingers. “God made the Earth in seven days! Seven is supposed to be a Godly number! Seven demons, seven angels!” The clapping grew so loud, he had to stop talking until it died down—and it took a while.
    “ To remove something, you must get close to it! He went inside of that prostitute, that woman of ill repute, and ripped all that demonic possession out of her, cleansed it away! Seven of them, from the top of her damn head down to her pussy and tailbone! This beautiful woman was selling her body, and he wanted her, anyway ! That is what drives us to deal with a woman with baggage, or even a damaged woman that we know has issues. It’s our love for her! We want to heal her, make it all right. We were designed to move inside of the woman and fix her, just like she fixes us with one single kiss! Period, point mothafucking blank!”
    Thunderous applause broke out.
    “And all these women talking about, ‘I’m no damn princess, I don’t need savin’’ and all that other bullshit are missing the damned point. I am not telling one mothafucka in here that they are superior to a woman. I am not telling any of you to talk down to a woman or believe you are in some way better because mothafucka, you aren’t! Women are powerful beings! In some ways, they’re even stronger than we are. Example in point, God didn’t trust us to birth any babies! He chose them to bring life! Yes, we speak life in our words and actions, but we can’t do exactly what they do, and we need not try to compare ourselves. We are just the delivery boy.” He laughed. “We all have our roles, however. We have them, and once we embrace them versus fight them, things tend to fall into place instead of fall apart. We are conducting our function, our design. We get wrapped up in emotions, instead of the basics and beauty of the prototype. Puzzle pieces...never forget that.” He paused and looked out at the men while tapping his finger on his bottom lip, pondering.
    “ Women save us as well, just differently. Everyone needs saving or we wouldn’t have a Creator to come and clean up the shit and messes we make!” he said angrily as he pounded his chest with his fist. “If we were meant to take care of everything on our own, we wouldn’t desire to be around other people.
    “W e are not hermits by nature. Yes, there are natural introverts and people that tend to stay solo, but they still crave some sort of human interaction, whether they admit it or not, and anyone who doesn’t, at some point in time, is a sociopath, period. We need help, because we are pieces of a larger conundrum and it never gets solved unless we are near one another, touching another puzzle piece. Jesus knew this. He wanted that woman! He was in the flesh, and wanted a wife. I know why this so upsetting to some Christians. It is because the thought of Jesus having a sex drive and making love is somehow seen as perverted! No, it makes him even more spiritual! We are the ones that have warped it. He was able to cover all bases because of that—because you cannot completely connect to all chakras, in their full design and performance, without having intercourse! It is necessary, a part of growth of one’s spirit. It is even stated that God put life inside of Mary, her son Jesus—come on now! No, there was no physical sexual intimacy, but for you Christians, explain that! God chose a woman to birth his child! There is sensuality in that! There is intimacy in that! There is love in that!
    “ I believe Jesus made love to this woman, Mary Magdalene, and had children,” he said matter-of-factly as he stood in the middle of the stage. “I believe he healed her and married her, so if you believe in Jesus, and you know the story, you must ask yourself: what seven demons did he cast out of her?! Tell me,” Saint pointed down at the stage floor. “Why were there seven of