within the souls of those who had received
of it. Even if they responded with initial
anger and rage at knowledge which
contradicted their former views of reality
(especially in regards to the knowledge of
darkness), these seeds were creating a
beautiful flowering of knowledge within
them which was ordained of by God.
As the purple surrounded me, I
began to return to consciousness.
Our former priest had given Andy,
my husband, a gift, "a relic of the saints," he
had said. Arriving at our campsite, Andy
showed me a piece of a broken Mason jar,
upon its jagged edge was a torrent of blood.
"Father gave this to me because this blood is
the actual blood of many saints!" He said
excitedly. Confused, I felt evil in the room,
but continued to listen. "Apparently,
according to our priest," he said, "this was
used by a demonic force to slit the throats of
many saints."
Instantly, I knew I was in grave
danger. This was not a holy relic, but a
demonized instrument of death dealing the
blows of death and persecution to the saints.
Now the force behind this demonic