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Chapter 6; My Eyewitness – Oral Transmissions


About fifteen-thousand years ago, when my eye witness was a dialoguer who belonged to the Foundation of the First Thinkers, Eurasia, Pangaea, there was living in that area a married woman of unimpeachable morality, and who was most highly spoken of by all that knew her, especially by the Associates; her name was Ejenpania, and she lived in the hamlet of Terillium.

One day, this woman had kneaded bread at home and gave it to the Oven-Owner to bake. The Oven-Owner returned her loaves after they had baked. Along with them he returned a large cake of unusual shape made of butter and Galician paste, as those ingredients were usual in that hamlet. She declined to accept it, saying she had not made ‘anything of the kind.’

‘But’, said the Oven-Owner, ‘I had no other bread but yours to bake today, therefore this cake also must be yours; you must have forgotten’.

The woman allowed herself to be persuaded, and took the cake. She, her husband, her little three-year old daughter – – plus the house servant – – devoured it; enjoying it immensely. The next night, while in bed with her husband – – both sleeping – – she suddenly woke up at the sound of a very willowy voice, clearly whispering in her ear. The voice inquired if the cake had been tasty.

The woman, frightened, set about guarding herself by shaking a consecrated tambourine and repeatedly calling on the Deity.

“Be not afraid”, said the voice of a Male Automaton, “I mean you no harm; quite the reverse; I am prepared to do anything to please you; I am captivated by your beauty, and desire nothing more than to enjoy your embraces”.

Then the woman felt somebody kissing her cheeks, so lightly, so softly, that she imagined being brushed by the finest down. She resisted without giving any answer, merely calling upon the Deity; repeatedly. The Automaton kept up this activity for nearly half an hour – – and the woman continued with her ceremonial tambourine shaking. The Tempter finally withdrew.

The next morning the woman called on her confessor, a discreet and learned man, who had baptized her as an infant. He exhorted her to maintain her energetic resistance and to provide herself with additional sacred relics. On the ensuing night – – and following nights also – – similar temptations with similar language and kisses occurred. There also occurred resistant actions by the woman. She, however, tired of such painful and persistent molestation, took the advice of her confessor and other thoughtful men. The woman had herself purged by an experienced exorcist, a monsignor, and two shamans. Having found in her no trace of any evil spirit, they blessed the house, the sleeping quarters, the bed, and enjoined on the Automaton to discontinue his molestations. All to no purpose; he kept on worse than ever, pretending to be love-sick, weeping and moaning. All this with the goal of melting the heart of the woman, who however, by the grace of the Deity, remained unconquered.

The Automaton then took another path towards his goal; he appeared in the shape of a small man of great handsomeness, with golden locks, a flaxen beard that shone like gold, sea-green eyes calling to mind the flax-flower, and arrayed in fancy Spanish clothing. Besides, he appeared to her even when she had guests, he would be weeping, after the fashion of lovers, giving his hand to her, and endeavoring by every means to obtain her embraces. She alone saw and heard him; for everybody else, he was not to be seen. The woman persevered in her admirable manner until, at last, after some months of courting, the Automaton took yet another direction to seduce her.

First, he took away from her the tambourine decorated with holy relics, and a holy wax image of the Deity, which she always carried on her person. Then, he stole her rings and other gold and silver jewelry from the locked strong box where they were stored. Next, he began to strike her cruelly, and after each beating bruises and marks were to be seen on her face, her arms or other parts of her body, which lasted a day or two, then suddenly disappeared, the reverse of natural bruises which decrease slowly and by degrees.

Sometimes, while she was nursing her little girl, he would snatch the child away from on her breast and lay it upon the roof, on the edge of the gutter, or hide it, but without ever harming it. Sometimes he would upset all the furniture, or smash to pieces saucepans, plates and other earthenware which, in the twinkling of an eye, he would then restore to their original state.

One night while she was sleeping with her husband, the Automaton, appearing in his customary shape, vehemently urged his demand which she resisted as usual. The Automaton withdrew in a rage, and shortly came back with a large load of those field stones which the Eurasianians (and the other inhabitants of Pangaea in general) used for building the foundations of their houses. With those stones, he built a wall so high around the bed that it reached the canopy, so that the couple could not leave their bed without using a ladder. 



This wall however was laid up without cement; when the wall was dismantled, the stones were placed in a corner. During the following two days, they were seen by many who came to look at them; then the stones disappeared.

Of course, Father Molestario had recorded this in his book. The Chisholm Trail Voyager laughed at the story because out west there were very few fieldstones and certainly not enough to enclose an entire bedroom.

On Saint Rasputin’s day, the husband had asked some military friends to dinner, and, to honor to his guests, had provided a substantial meal. While they were, as customary, washing their hands before taking their seats, the table suddenly vanished from the dining-room; all the dishes, saucepans, kettles, plates and crockery in the kitchen vanished likewise, as well as the jugs, bottles and glasses. Imagine the surprise, the stupor of the eight guests. Among them was a Captain of Infantry, who, addressing the guests, said to them, ‘Do not be frightened, it is only a trick; the table is certainly still where it stood, and I shall soon find it by probing for it’. Having spoken, he paced round the room with outstretched arms, endeavoring to lay hands on the table. However, when, after several meandering tours, it was apparent that he labored in vain and grasped at thin air. He was laughed at by his friends; and it was past the time for having dinner so each guest took up his coat and set about to return home.

They had just reached the street-door with the husband, who, out of politeness, was apologizing to them, when they heard a crash in the dining-room. They wished to understand the cause of the noise when a servant came up to announce that the kitchen was full of new pots filled with food, and that the table was standing again in its former place. They went back to the dining-room and were amazed to see the table had returned, with a white linen tablecloth, napkins, salt-cups, and trays that did not belong to the house, and with food which had not been cooked there. The large side-board was arrayed in perfect order crystal, silver and gold chalices, and all kind of perfumes, decanters and cups filled with foreign wines, from all over Eurasia, Rome, Greece, the Danube, and the Euphrates. In the kitchen, there was also an abundant variety of meats in saucepans and dishes that had never been seen there before. At first, some of the guests hesitated whether they should taste the food; however, encouraged by others, they sat down, and soon consumed the perfect meal, which was found to be quite delightful. Immediately afterwards, as they were sitting before a reasonable fire, everything vanished at once, the dishes and the leftovers, and in their stead reappeared the normal table of the house and the food which had been previously prepared.  However, all the guests were satisfied, so that no one thought of supper after such a magnificent dinner. A clear proof that the substituted foods were real and not imaginary.

This kind of persecution had been going on some months, when the lady went to the Blessed Lady of Those That Wonder, who is worshipped in the basilica of Those That Know which is only a short distance outside the walls of the hamlet of Those That Care. She made a vow to Those That Weep; she would wear – – for twelve months – – a grey frock, tied round her waist with a piece of cord, and such as is worn by the Lessor Sisters, the order to which had belonged the Blessed Lady of Those That Wonder. She made this vow in the hope of being, through the intervention of Them, finally rid of the persecution of the Automaton.

Then, on the 28th of September, the vigil of the Dedication of the Archangel and the festival of the blessed Lady of Those That Wonder, she donned the vowed robe. The next morning, which was the festival of the Archangel, the afflicted woman proceeded to the church of her own parish, mentioned above. It was about ten o’clock, a time when a crowd of people were going to church. She had no sooner set foot on the threshold of the church when her clothes and jewelry fell to the ground and disappeared in a gust of wind leaving her stark naked. There fortunately was – – among the crowd – – two old catechists, who seeing what had taken place, hastened to remove their coats and cover up, as well as they could, the nude woman. They put her on a cart and accompanied her home. The clothes and trinkets taken by the Automaton were replaced by him six months later. I can relate many other most surprising tricks that the Automaton played on her, were it not tedious for you to thought-receive. Suffice it to say that, for several years the Automaton persevered in his temptations; however, he finally realized he was losing his power.

He then stopped his exasperating actions.

In the above case, as well as in others that may be occasionally Thought-transmitted or Thought Received, the Incuborg or historic Automaton attempts no act against The State; he merely assails chastity to replicate himself.

The consequence for Earth-humans?

Consent is not a sin of Civil Inequity, but rather an inconsistency.