With the next expedition into what they call “Devil’s Country” right around the corner, I have my supplies ready and plan to give reports as often as I can. Interviews with the inhabitants will be a key source of information, although they often do not possess self-knowledge. Observations are vital. In such a strange place—where up is down, man is woman, true is false, and the worship of evil replaces what is good—it can be easy to lose one’s way.
It is a perilous journey that should not be taken by any but the most well-trained and specialized adventurer, one who has shown the ability to deflect the arrows of the evil one.
We know from previous reports that the education of this land is held under the power of a group of priestesses. They retain their power by promoting each other to positions of authority and by the use of sweet-sounding platitudes to keep any dissenters in check. With these slogans, they lull their victims into a kind of stupor that can last for decades and makes them easily manipulated.
They teach the worship of sex through their goddess of “love” or “eros.” They have taken control of the education of the young and tell them that any kind of sexual desire they have should be encouraged and explored. This is what they call “tolerance,” one of their empty platitudes.
We know it is empty because the same “tolerance” is only selectively applied. They will force students who disagree with this sex cult to change their entire lives and conform society to the confused imagination of a person who believes he is something he is not. If these students do not comply, they are ostracized socially with labels like “bigot” and “phobic.”
Such confused persons are told to “be themselves,” or “be authentic,” and then the priestesses have them perform acts of self-mutiliation. You must “respect each other” and not raise questions about the health or side-effects of these rituals.
We hear hints that the priestesses are teaching that each person is the goddess or can become the goddess. We hope to get more details as we begin our exploration.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons or circumstances, real or imagined, is purely coincidental.
The lies are extremely pronounced. They lull you in with tales of complete acceptance and unwavering belonging, touching on every part of you so that their claws are entrenched deep in your soul. "Be who you are!," they chant. Those "other people" don't love you, they just want to change you, they don't really SEE you. But we do.... as long as you tow the line. Forever.