THE WONDERFUL
CONFESSIONAL
This Is A Fictitious Tale Of Lust And
Lucifer and of A Young Woman Who Uncovers All The Truth, Eventually, And Ends
Up Winning Several Prizes. This Is
Operetta Stuff Or Certainly A Madrigal Or Movie In The Making. Enjoy!
By Izzy Ess Of Grand Deviousness
In Ste. Catharines, Ontario in Canada,
there is a Catholic Diocese which has a reputation that is double-edged. On one hand, it is strictly Catholic about
the facts that there will be no women priests.
On the other, the tall and handsome Priest is quite attractive to the
women of his congregation who say that a confession with the Priest is
wonderful. Women came from all the parts
of the Niagara Peninsula to try him out and were so impressed that they were
prone to join his congregation and be regulars at the confessionals on the
Saturday and Sunday sessions. The
line-ups were so great, the Priest was moved to extend his hours to Tuesdays
and to Wednesdays to accommodate the crowds of pretty women, single and
attached, who did come to see Monsignor Pedro Lopez, born in Venezuela, who
looked a lot like the old actor, the quite handsome, Cesar Romero, eh? Even with his sultry voice, he was an image
of a famous Latin Lover, like a cute Don Juan of infamy.
The media picked up the story but the
women would not talk about it in a detailed way. They just said the Monsignor was outstanding
and confessions were extremely interesting, reassuring and quite inspirational. Literally thousands of women were inspired
and returned at least once weekly to confess again. And the numbers were increasing
steadily. Apparently the word-of-mouth
spread all throughout the world as women now were coming from the continents of
Europe, Asia, Africa, New Zealand and Australia, as well as from the USA, South
and Central America and from Quebec and all of Canada. The sign-in sheet was very telling as the
Royal families of several countries sent their women to the old Ste. Catharines
Cathedral on the banks of Lake Ontario.
Adele Adair, a Roman Catholic from
Mississauga, a reporter for the Religious sections of the Globe and Mail of
Toronto, Canada, was so curious, she went herself and, indeed, felt quite
inspired and re-assured but could not help a little skepticism in her role as
an investigative religious reporter. In
the past, she had uncovered Roman Catholic Priests who were abusing little
girls and little boys and had had mistresses.
Adele did linger in Ste. Catharines but could not find this kind of
scandal to report. Surreptitiously,
Adele investigated the young priest from Venezuela and did discover he had
specialized in electronic engineering on the way to graduating as a Doctor of
Divinity at the Catholic University in Conception in Ecuador. He also studied Mesmer and the famous Freud in
old Vienna with regard to treatment of anxiety in women. His Doctoral Dissertation was about the place
of confessing in the Catholic Church and the Place of Women in the
Congregations. There seemed to be no
scandals in his long career despite the reputation that he had for getting
Catholic women to be quite attentive to the ritual of the Confessional.
Adele Adair enlisted her good friend
and good associate to help her do some serious investigation. Her associate, a Thomas Tannenbaum was
proficient in electronic bugs and secret cameras. When the church was closed, he picked a lock
and went inside with Adele and found that the confessional was wired for
something quite mysterious. He found a
master switch and flicked it on.
Suddenly, the priest appeared as a clever hologram and appeared quite
real. A hypnotic voice was heard which
would have been quite tranquilizing for the person asking for forgiveness. And, a secret door was found that opened into
the confession stall that would have just allowed a priest of Monsignor’s size
and shape to come behind the women in confession mode as they watched a clever
hologram and listened to an excellent recording of Monsignor Pedro’s
voice. The equipment was quite
sophisticated. Neither Tom nor his Adele
had ever seen this kind of circuitry.
They some circuit drawings and took some photographs before they were
detected and they left quite surreptitiously.
The nervous couple were afraid rhey mih
have been picked up bby some surveillance circuitry. They hurried back to Mississauga to consult
qith other experts about the holographic set up. They had an accurate recording of the
holographic message that sounded like Monsignor Pedro and they played it back a
hundred times. They both agreed that
there were subliminal messages and post-hypnotic strong suggestions that needed
studying. The editor with whom they
worked gave them permission to consult with experts of RCMP and Rogers Radio
and Television who might have worked with holograms and subliminal techniques
that advertisers used. The experts were
convince that Adele and Tom were onto something but were not exactly sure how
it could work in a Catholic Confessional.
Adele consulted with some friends who
were psychologists about how to resist hypnosis and to act hypnotized to expose
the ruse that must be going on. She
submitted to some deep hypnosis and she caught on how to do the job. She waited two full months so as not to draw
attention to herself and took confession at Ste. Catharines Cathedral, once
again. She was prepared and did detect
the secret of Monsignor Pedro’s great success with confessing Catholic
women. She’d worn a tiny listening
devise around her neck and a tiny camera on her necklace facing back and
another facing forward. She did her act
of acting hypnotized and did feel wonderful, again. When her confession time was up, she left as
if just nothing was amiss and hurried to her Mississauga office. With Tom, she replayed the images on both her
cameras and replayed the sound recordings.
And there he was, Monsignor Pedro Lopez
in a very dark robe, like an ancient monk, appeared behind Adele right in the
confessional. And he’d lifted up Adele’s
dark dress and bared her derriere. And
then, he’d flashed his massive manhood and had pushed it deep inside of Adele’s
quite lubricated honeypot and wiggled it and squiggled it until he did explode
and make a huge deposit of his salty semen deep inside of her. Withdrawing, he had kissed her derriere
romantically, tenderly and lovingly and exited quite stealthily, as his voice
had softly said, “If you wish you may not remember seeing me or knowing that
you have been gently fucked by the Holy Ghost, as Gabriel, just like our
Saintly Mary, Mother of Our Saviour, and our Sainte Elizabeth, the mother of
our John the Baptist, had been fucked and just received the Holy DNA to start
the embryos that would be Jesus and his brother John, both Sons of God. You will be pregnant and produce more Sons of
Your Creator, the Great Creator of the Universe who lives above the Firmament
until the Second Coming when Our Saviour will save us all from Hell and create
a Heaven here on Earth, just as it is in Heaven.”
Adele then took a swab and swabbed her
honeypot and put the swab inside a sterile tube for examination by a friend in
a fertility clinic for analysis of sperm and DNA, just like one does for
victims of a rape. She also scraped her
derriere where she had felt his gentle kiss and set the sample up for similar
analysis. The results would definitely
show that Monsignor Pedro Lopez was Our Lucifer in his own creation of a flow
of women for his Garden of an Eden, eh?
If she was pregnant, she would be sharing with the other women motherhood
of Pedro’s huge family of offspring. Her
investigations showed that at least 75% of all the nubile women coming for
confession reported pregnancies which they attributed to their own husbands or
their boyfriends. And, the children
looked a lot like Pedro, eh?
The question for Adele and Tom was
whether to report it or to keep it secret ‘til the truth was evident and would
make a truly spectacular report. It
might in fact win both of them a Pulitzer!
Tom and his Adele cohabited and made a
family for her little boy, the son of Father Pedro. The story with the vivid pictures and
recordings was completely documented by all the TV networks. Including PBS. Adele and Pete became celebrities. Monsignor Pedro Lopez disappeared. A warrant was then issued with rewards
offered for some information by the FBI, the CIA and Interpol, as well as the
Papal Guards of the Roman Catholic and Vatican.
It was then revealed that the Monsignor had sequestered huge amounts of
Catholic funds contributed to Ste. Catharines Cathedral by the hundreds of very
happy women who had come for the wonderful confessions there.
Adele and Tom continued their
investigations but did never locate Pedro.
They were suspicious that he had returned to South America with his
fortune and settled somewhere quietly.
Presumably his Lust for many women would have been continued in another
form of life-style which he could afford quite easily. He could have been a Drug Lord or a
Plantation Owner or a Professor of Psychology in Conception in Ecuador, or
elsewhere, eh? It would have been quite
easy to forge a new identity or even get some plastic surgeon to remake his
face.
Finally it was the new DNA Registries
that did locate our Pedro in Monaco, south of France. A jealous husband had attacked a tallish man
in Monaco who was watching an official Tennis Tournament. The required inquest did reveal the DNA first
submitted by Adele and Tom. Our Pedro
had been living as a Spanish Count in the Royal Court of Monaco as Count Louis
Del Franco with a solid reputation as a kind of wealthy Casanova or Don
Juan. His remade face resembled Prince
Rainier. Eventually, hundreds of women
round the world secretly revealed that their own children had the Pedro DNA.
Every detail of this Tale of Lust was
documented and assembled for a PBS series of Documentaries on Lucifer, Gabriel
and the DNA that was touted as the DNA or Our Creator, God himself. Adele and Tom and their son Pedro were the
featured bold investigators that had found the Secret of the Wonderful
Confessional of Ste. Catharines, Ontario in Canada.
AMEN
AND HALLELUJAH!
THE END
©
izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
Near Ste. Catharines
December 10, 2013
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