Ankh

Wow! Did they file a complaint?

I didn't even know if I could laugh or cry. It's never easy. You know the old story that I have a friend who has a daughter... Well, I've seen enough of short-lived miracles in churches.

The thought was disturbing. And trust after trust is broken... Sometimes it's practically impossible.

-Elisabeth...- Ray spoke slowly. Gaining the trust of someone so suspicious and hurt was a dilemma. Any hesitation...- There can be a law on religious freedom in any country. but the truth that places of worship and assaults on people occur all over the world. Physical aggression or cursing, depredation and also destruction of images... More serious cases point to attempted murder and arson.

She averted her face, forcing the tears back. It absolutely shouldn't matter anymore.

-There is something called the underreporting rate and reporting rates are low without them. Most victims are always women. - Ray commented, holding out a cup of coffee, avoiding cursing aloud at her trembling hand that took the steaming drink.

She looked away, remembering bitterly the difficult months in which she was persecuted and that complaints at the police station were useless. There was the damn law of silence in the city. Convert or die.

-Attacks on evangelicals in the cities is already a fact, but attacks against Wicca are never reported.

Anesthetized Elisabeth let her body fall, sitting on the chair, shaking from head to toe.

-Don't you dare... don't you dare say you know what it is. Do not know. - She screamed in pain. - No home, work or food because they use faith in small towns as a means of domination. They go on destroying it piece by piece, tearing it apart with morbid pleasure and everything in the name of saving their faith that I never asked for.

Small town. Rural. Few residents. There is more absolute law than a drug dealer. Religion is like an opium for simple people. People who need justification to accept a miserable life full of trials.

-I don't like their god who comes tied to the cross. He brings the book that bleeds. Because either you convert or you convert. It's their opium. Don't come in love, come in pain. You can use religious syncretism and try to impersonate one of these things to escape monsters alive... And yet they are cursed. They sniff like bloodthirsty animals. Throw it all away. Since a cross.. My altar does not carry the damn cross. I have other gods... And yet... Little choice is left when they put the knife to your throat with society. Convert and accept the damn faith that we open doors. I prefer death.

Ray nodded. He could see through her sparkling eyes the child she might once have been. A child like any other who could play in the streets or a square or playground in a protected building until he started to attract attention. People like her had their own light.

Against a Wiccan it was always worse. After all, religious intolerance is part of the very history of Wicca in the sands of time. Heretics who worship pagan deities. It certainly drew attention in a small place. Hecate and the Egyptian sun god Ra were little worshiped. Religious syncretisms were passed from generation to generation for protection between them.

The Inquisition was an epoch that marked dark days in human history with thousands of witches, pagans and witches. Some even turned to magic for protection when persecuted by the local community.

Aggression is never lacking in a social setting, or within the home, by family, work, or school. The old monopoly of truth always speaks louder. The prejudice. Is it a Wicca? take it! There is a witch among us. Burn the damn. We need to save your miserable soul.

God hides the face of hatred in religion. It's how they talk. I'm sorry that a friend of mine exaggerated the gospel. am sorry. But don't be an idiot to deny God and accept Jesus as your savior. He's the only one after all. You know that, don't you?

-I brought you something that I think you'll like. - Ray spoke with a smile. -It's an Ankh.

Elisabeth sniffed. It was already a disaster trying to see over the torrent of tears, but the image shone like security before her.

The Cruz Ansata is the key to life. And the most important meaning of the key is the connection between the mortal world, the world of the living with the world of the dead.

Associate the origin of the Ansata Cross with the tyet... This is another Egyptian symbol related to the goddess Isis. The tyet was the buckle of the goddess of motherhood and fertility. She blessed and was responsible for governing births and the transition to the afterlife. Both the tyet and the ankh symbolize fertility.

-I really tried not to attract attention. I'm polytheistic. I don't understand how they worship only one god.- She vented with a shy smile, taking the sacred object.

Yeah, I don't think there will be forced conversion.

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