The Truth of Immaculate Sexuality

I was initiated shortly after my nineteenth birthday, when the cranes returned and pink flowers covered the leaf-less branches of the mezeron. I shed my novicehood and became a wife, rather than a sister, to the other members of the order. First Alma bathed me. A small room was dedicated to this purpose, just large enough for two wives to use at the same time. (Your Excellency knows this room, and I hope you have fond memories of it.) First, she rinsed me with warm water and a soft sponge in the prescribed sequence: first the feet, then the legs, arms, belly, back, buttocks, breasts and cunnus. Second, she anointed me with oils infused with lavender, in the very same sequence. When she reached my cunnus she paused and kissed it in a way that left me trembling with sacred desire. Alma helped me brush my hair and I dressed in a white frock that barely reached my thighs and left my bosom bare. I had dreaded how frightfully cold the chapel would be in such a garment, but the myriad of wax candles warmed the air, thick with incense, such that it felt pleasant against my skin. All eyes turned to me; all my soon to be wives had painted their faces to be beautiful before God. I made my vows in front of the matron, sat down on the pillow on the altar that had been laid out for me and parted my legs. The initiation was now to be consummated by a kiss from each of my new wives. This was not a somber celebration but a joyous one. My wives did not wait in line to press their closed lips against my own. They surrounded me and caressed my earthly flesh as they waited their turn to kiss the lips of my mouth or cunnus. I was ecstatic. Tears of joy streamed down my face and I praised the lord with each breath, between each moan. Though I had thought Gunhild would barely touch me, she drank me like a chalice and caused my first orgasm. When Alma whispered in my ear that she loved me I had my second. Then, I lost count.

For a few years I lived as a wife of the order, dedicated only to God and worshiping Him through our Love. Your Excellency knows how joyous such an existence is, for we had the great privilege of Your Excellency's visit shortly after my initiation. You came to repent a supposed 'sin' with a chambermaid but I hope we have reassured you of the Truth of the Godliness of such acts.

But our happiness was not to last. The trice-accursed king imposed his heresy on us. They took away our treasures and white washed our painted roofs. These things I could have abided by, had they not imposed their error on us. Now we were not a holy order but a group of pitiful spinsters living under the same roof. It was as if they wanted to erase all color in this world. Our worship was perverted and our love was forbidden; I dared only consummate it with Alma. For two years we lived like this, then Gunhild told the heretical priest about us. (I know it was her.) I had not the fortitude to resist them. I pledged repentance though I still knew that what we had done was not a sin. Alma was not such a hypocrite. Without any sign of fear she explained the Truth to the priest and those who had gathered. I have never loved her more, nor ever felt more unworthy of her. They treated her with extreme severity but did not let her become a martyr. That same night the monastery burned. I traveled to the south and west, in the vain hope that the madness had not spread to the Danish lands. There is no doubt in my mind that I would have succumbed had the Lord not provided for me through the help I received from the still faithful. The Lord also preserved my virginity, though it was sometimes necessary for me to submit to sodomy and to participate in the sin of Onan with my mouth and hands. [Translator's note: The preceding sentence was carefully erased and overwritten in the original. It has been reconstructed with the help of modern imaging techniques reliant on synchrotron radiation.] I was granted passage on a ship to Gdansk and eventually made my was to Silesia.

As Your Highness can well see the situation is dire; I beg of Your Highness to consider my offer. Even as heresy sweeps the Christian world, all is not lost. If we can spread the joyous Truth of Love we can stamp out the old error along with the new and countless souls can be saved!

Your ever faithful,

Magdalena