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Warning: The story you are about to read may contain material that might be found to be offensive by some readers. It deals with some subjects that might be considered taboo subjects. Actually, some of the topics are the ones not suitable for social conversation/ argument. If you are sensitive about discussions of religion, the clergy having extra- marital sex with a minor, and horrible generalizations go no further. Sorry, I couldn't fit politics in this one. Maybe next time... This story is written from two different perspectives. The first perspective is from a 38 year old Jewish man. The second perspective is from a 16 year old Christian girl. Each "paragraph" is the alternating perspective. The confusion ensues as they swap bodies, and eventually personas/ perspectives. Unfortunately, this can make it a difficult read. A Religious Experience Present Day: I have seen the light. I know first hand, through a miracle, the truth of our lord and savior Jesus Christ. This is an amazing story, impossible to believe, but it is the honest to goodness truth. I didn?t always believe in the lord?s word. In fact, I wasn?t even a Christian. One day a miracle happened that changed my life forever. It also changed the life of another person. That is the sad part of the story. A person, who was a strong believer in the power of Jesus, fell from the grace of God. It is now part of my life?s mission, to bring the truth back to this person, to save their sole. This person must be saved, and I must be the one to do it. For this person?s fall is partially my own fault. I really feel sorry for that poor guy. He?s so simple minded, now. Blind faith is such a horrible thing. I know he can?t be that much of a Jesus freak, but it still hurts me to see him act that way. He really believes that he?ll be saved. He believes that the statutory rape from that preacher will help save him. I know that he loves the preacher and the sex, but he doesn?t realize that preacher is just taking advantage of his naivet? and faith. He doesn?t have pride in himself, his self-image is so low, and he isn?t capable of seeing through all of this, yet. He?s capable of so much more. I?ll do whatever I can to help him. Even though I can?t stand his attempts at proselytizing, I can?t help but feel sorry for him. You see, it?s a weird thing. I don?t know how it happened, but it?s partially my own fault. How it all began: It happened one miraculous day. I was doing some volunteer work for my synagogue. Although I?m not sure if I believed in God at the time, I loved to help out others. I might have been an atheist, but was probably more of an agnostic. I wallowed in religious doubt and uncertainty. Life was just a connection of people, and being a good or bad person. I definitely didn?t believe in any afterlife. I was Jewish mostly in name, only. I was brought up in a religious environment, and spoke Hebrew quite well. Although now I can barely remember a single word, I was very fluent. I knew all about Judaism. I studied it in Hebrew day school, with a rabbinical orientation. Now I can hardly remember any of the Old Testament. I had a very diverse education growing up. I learned physics, chemistry, psychology, and philosophy, nearly obtaining a degree in all of those disciplines. I can?t remember much of it now, though. What happened was truly a miracle. I remember that day, as it was the first real day of my life. I was doing missionary work for my church, looking for new members. I can?t believe that I wasted most of my time and effort for that church. My parents were active members as long as I can remember. I went to Christian schools my whole life. I learned the words of Jesus as if they were unquestionable. Hell, I thought that the New Testament was the entire bible. Everyone who didn?t believe in Jesus was either a heathen, or just needed to hear his word. Boy what a fool I was. I can?t believe that I spent so much time trying to "save" people. I was so na?ve. I even let that lecherous preacher have his way with me. I thought he loved me and spoke nothing but the truth. I thought he would help me find the way through Jesus. I loved him, and our physical relationship. I never realized it was all a lie. I was being used by this older man, and so blind to the whole thing. What happened was truly eye opening. The miracle was a great one, because it is how I came to know Jesus. As I said, I was doing volunteer work for the synagogue. It was a holiday, and I was delivering gift baskets of food. I can?t remember the holiday?s name, because there is no corresponding Christian holiday, but I do remember the triangle shaped cookies. While delivering the baskets, I went from house to house, ringing doorbells and knocking. When the people came to the door, I greeted them saying that they were receiving something in Hebrew. I wish I could remember the name. Jews are such special people. If only they could come to know Jesus. Anyway, at a condo community I ran across a number of people who weren?t home. I just left the baskets with a note explaining what they were. These particular condos were side-by- side townhouses. It was there that I saw the light. My eye opening experience was truly amazing. I?m not sure what caused it, but I remember some of the circumstances. I was going door to door with some pamphlets from our church. They were welcoming strangers to come and experience Jesus? word and love at our church. It was propaganda bullshit to try to convert people. The pamphlets were filled with lies, and painted a rosy picture for people who had troubles. That?s usually how they hooked people in. Get them while they?re vulnerable, and then fill them with promises, which would never get delivered upon. I hate the scam they pull. It?s all about money and perpetuating their subsistence. The term in Yiddish is a ganiff, or thief. I love knowing Yiddish, Hebrew, Spanish, and some French. I?ve learned so much since this eye opening experience. The truth was revealed after I approached the last condo on the list. It was there that the great miracle occurred. I approached the last condo with gift basket in hand. As I walked up, I noticed a few teen-aged girls at the door of the other condo. I thought that they might be selling something. When I got to the door I rang the doorbell and waited. I listened and looked to see if someone would come to the door. While I waited, I overheard the girls talking at the door of the other condo. There was actually one girl doing all the talking. She was sharing the word of Jesus with the condo owner. She explained how she would only be saved through Jesus, and that her salvation and life was in spreading the word of Jesus, thereby saving others. She spoke the gospel with such vim and vigor it was amazing. I thought that it was a shame that she poured all her heart and energy into such a worthless cause. She was so young and innocent. Wait until she learns the real truth. When she gets older, and is exposed to college and other points of view. If she has enough real world experience, we?ll see what she has to say about Jesus, then. I now realize how wrong I was. It was I who learned the REAL truth. I learned the truth of our lord and savior Jesus Christ. My eyes were opened that day. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was preaching the so-called gospel of Christian crap door to door. It happened while we were passing out pamphlets and giving the same old tired lines about being saved by Jesus. Yada yada yada. Over and over we gave the same old line. We tried to recruit new members, new blood, and most of all new money. It was so plain to see, and all right in front of my face. I was so blind to it all. I still don?t know what I was thinking. Looking back on it all, it was so obvious. Blind Christian faith, there?s no clearer, more concise a description. I was young, na?ve, and so impressionable. I fell for the whole thing, hook line and sinker. Just like my parents before me. It must have been some type of genetic predisposition. I was simple, accepted simple things, and there were no complicated thoughts or feelings to confuse me. Now I can understand all sorts of things in life that I could never understand. A whole New World opened up to me. You see this guy came up with a gift basket, while I was proselytizing aimlessly to another stranger. He excused himself, saying he couldn?t help overhearing our conversation about Jesus. He told us that he was delivering what he called a basket of Shalach Manos. I didn?t know what he was talking about. He said it was a gift of food from members of his temple for Purim to the owner of the other condo. I thought how nice of him. He then shot us a smug, superior type of smile. I now realize that it was more of a knowing smile. At the time I thought, he thinks he?s such a smart Jewish man. If he only knew the power of Jesus, then he could be truly happy. He was a very handsome man. I was strangely aroused as our eyes met. I thought to myself that I know I could save him, if I could reason with him and teach him the way. If I knew his perspectives, I could show him where he was wrong, and how the truth lied in Jesus Christ. I wished I knew where he was coming from. The swap is taking place: It was startling to me, what happened, as I asked the owner of the next condo, "Excuse me sir, I couldn?t help overhearing your conversations about Jesus. I was just wondering if your neighbors were gone. You see I?m from their temple, delivering a gift basket of food" (I wish I could remember what I called it). I smiled a knowing smile to the girl speaking the lord?s word. I remember thinking that she was so young, na?ve, and sweet. It seemed that life was so simple for her. I thought, if she only knew more. She was a beautiful girl, but she put me off being what I thought was a Jesus freak.Although, as our eyes met, I remember a strange feeling of being turned on. I remember thinking that I wish I had such a simple, uncomplicated life. I wished that I could believe in something as strongly as she did, without all of the questions and doubts. After our eyes met we gazed at each other, frozen for a few seconds. It was then that the miracle happened. I began to get disoriented. I got nauseous and threw up. It must have been God, himself, cleansing my soul. Like the devil was expelled from my body along with the food, I was cleansed. I continued to feel dizzy and felt all sorts of changes in myself. My thoughts were getting clear for the first time in my life. No questions, no complicated theories, no overwhelming streams and flooding of ideas. A fog had been lifted, and the answer was simple. It was then and there I surrendered myself to Jesus. I felt all sorts of new sensations. I was electrified, invigorated, and had a newfound energy. It was truly a miracle. After our eyes met, I looked down at the ground. I was a very shy young girl. As I looked down, I had a bout of vertigo. My perspective was completely thrown for a loop. Everything seemed different. It?s difficult to explain, but my mind started racing a million miles a minute. Thoughts entered and left my mind at amazing rates. I was overwhelmed with the rush of thoughts that were now coming to me. So many new ideas, theories, and beliefs streamed through my consciousness. I couldn?t believe it. I knew so much. I had never remembered learning any of these ideas, at the same time, I did know them. Days later I came to realize how I learned what I now know. I had a head filled with amazing thoughts and ideas, where just moments ago I lacked the ability to have these complex thoughts. I believed all the answers were found in Jesus, and that was the only truth that existed. Now I saw so much more. It was as if all of the barriers in my mind and life had been removed. The veil was gone, and the fog had lifted. My world was now clear, devoid of limits. I was now free to explore. My mind had been liberated. Tingling from the experience, I immediately recognized what happened. It was all so clear to me now. I finally had found my peace. Jesus helped me find the way with this miracle. I was shaking in my shoes. The condo owner and the other girls asked me if I was all right. I let them know that I had never felt better. I was still getting my bearings. All of the new sensations were overwhelming, as was the presence of Jesus and his miracle. They asked if I was sure that I was all right, after all, I had just thrown up. I said for the first time in my life, "Praise Jesus, for he has helped me see the truth." I knew that I would now be O.K. I felt so different, so electrified. My energy level was amazing. I felt the cool wind swirling through my legs, the weight of my breasts pushing against my clothes. I felt as if my waist was lower, with the sensations of my skirt and the waistband of my pantyhose pressing against it. I felt straps digging in to my back and shoulders keeping my bra in place. I felt the sensations of soreness on my feet from the pumps I was wearing. I felt the weight of my hair and its swinging sensation around my head. All of my senses were alive. As I started to find my bearings, I started to feel these sensations in a more natural way. I recognized where I was, and my name. I was now that girl I saw, preaching the word of Jesus. I was happy for the first time in my life. I now know the power of the Lord, first hand. I looked up to see my friends and my own body in front of the man I was just talking to. I had to think quickly. I said, "Young lady, are you sure you?re all right?" I recognized what had happened immediately. I was tall. I was in comfortable clothing. My body felt different. I felt calm and at ease. I knew who the girl preaching was. He knew who I was. Our eyes met again. I felt so sorry for him. I knew what my life was, and was glad to be gone from there. I felt so liberated. I was now an adult. Brilliant as I now was, I still hadn?t figured out what happened. I started organizing my thoughts, and carrying out complex, multiple implications of what had just transpired. I realized my name, the family I now have, where I live, and most of the details of his life. It seemed the more I thought about it, the more details I could recall from his life. At the same time, I was slowly losing details of my own life. It was as if his essence was slowly taking over. There was one thing that I had to do. I gave the Shalach Manos basket to the condo owner, while maintaining eye contact with my former body. He had such a blank smile on his face, or my face, or should I say her face. It was strange to see myself from someone else?s perspective. I felt so sorry for him. I hope that he?s still got a grip on his former self. If not, I shudder to think about it. I was so energetic. I looked up to her and smiled. I knew immediately that the girl was now in my body. I?m so at peace. I was so happy to finally know the answers instead of only questions, or should I say the only true answer. Praise the Lord that I no longer have the need to question. The truth is undeniable. She had a look of concern on my face. Rather on my old face, that is. I wondered about that look. I have a feeling about this. I wonder if the devil had anything to do with her, while Jesus was saving me. I hope that she hadn?t been lost. If so, I shudder to think about it. I must find out, and if it is true, I must help save her. Maybe that is why the Lord has done this great miracle. I pray to Jesus that he might help me save her, and my family. I now see for the first time, how true believers must have seen me. I feel so sorry for her that she doesn?t know the love and the word of the Lord. I must help her, and show her the way. It is my duty as a good Christian to bring her back into the fold. I reached out to her. As she passed that Jewish gift basket to the condo owner, I went out on a limb. I said, "Sir, I would like to share with you the truth and love I have come to know and find in our Lord and savior Jesus Christ." I hoped and prayed that some of her might still be reachable in his (my) body. Oh boy it was just as I feared. He?s becoming the person that I was. HE is now the Jesus freak. That must mean that he?s doomed to live my former existence. If I don?t do something fast, he?ll end up like I was. I can?t let that happen. I now recognize what a horrible life it was. I can?t let him be condemned to live that life. No one should have to suffer that way. The horrible thing is that he probably won?t even see it. Ignorance is truly bliss. Even if he consciously continues along my former path, it wouldn?t be his fault. It looks like he no longer has anything but blind faith to guide his life. This would mean that he will end up as I was. Aimlessly following, never leading, and he?ll always be a gullible fool. He won?t have the where with all to see through that preacher?s lies. He?ll suffer at the hands of that statutory rapist. Furthermore, he?ll believe that it?s the right thing to do. I can?t let that happen, I can?t be responsible for that. I said to her (him), "Well I?d be happy to discuss your future, and future education with you. I don?t know about that other stuff." I thought that he might buy that as an in for proselytizing. Hopefully, he?ll take the bait. Maybe then I?ll be able to find a way to reach him, and help him to regain himself. She?s giving me a chance. Maybe there?s a little bit of a glimpse of hope that the devil hasn?t completely taken over. With the Lord?s help I will find a way. I must find a way. I can?t be responsible for her fall. I have to pass her a pamphlet, and urge her to read it. She?s got to be redeemed. I?ve got to use all my talents and abilities to reach her. This new body is going to take a little while getting used to, though. I feel so light, so wispy. This body flows so gracefully. The one worry that I have is that I felt so turned on when I talked to her. Maybe it?s the body she?s in. I fear that this body has horrible urges, and that the temptation might be too great. I get moist just thinking about that male body of mine. I?ve got find a way to get to her. Maybe, she?s getting affected the way I am. I know that if I were in my old body, a body like the one I now have would make me horny. Maybe I can get to her that way. I watched her leave, and checked out her tight ass leaving. Oh my, I was getting flushed. I think he was flirting with me. I can?t say for sure, but I?m not surprised. Before, I would have tried just about anything to get close enough to people to proselytize. They?ll try anything to find a way in. I always thought that saving others was all that mattered, and I would find any way that I could to sneak Jesus into their lives. Now I realize that I shouldn?t have played the temptress. Any cost meant that someone always got hurt. Also, nothing is worth prostituting yourself. I wish I had never done such horrible things. All were in the name of Jesus. What a hypocrite I was. I hope to never get caught in that trap again. As I got in his car I began to explore further what had happened. I started off for his house to assume, what I thought, was the life he had and was leading. I couldn?t stop the flow of thought, no matter how hard I tried. It was almost as if I was pre-occupied, yet I could function without skipping a beat. I was amazed at how complex my stream of consciousness was. As in the Freudian manner, but it was far more complicated. It was parallel streams of consciousness. My thoughts ranged the full gamut. I continued spreading the word of God that afternoon. I was so electrified. The girls and I kept it up until 4 p.m. that afternoon. We giggled and talked that afternoon, until it was time to report to the minister about our missionary work. That was my weekly job. The girls were a little envious that I was such a favorite of this man of God. He was such an inspiration. I was amazed as the girl?s thoughts and feelings were overwhelming my own. What a special girl she must have been. How lucky I was that Jesus has blessed me with the ability to fulfill her work. I was granted the ability to live and breathe the word of Jesus through living as this girl. I felt so happy and content, like I never felt in my life. What a miserable existence I?ve left behind. I had been blind to the truth of the Lord, and just going through the motions, aimlessly. Before, life had no meaning, now my eyes have been opened. I have purpose and a reason for living. I had been saved in more ways than one. I was liberated. On the drive home I became more comfortable with my body. I was strong, powerful, and large. I was a hulking figure with a confidence that followed. How was it that my thoughts, feelings, and beliefs were overtaken with his? I now possessed all of his knowledge, skill, talents, and confidence. I AM he. However, how could this be? The more I let go, the less my life as that girl seemed to exist. I must hang on to it, though, if I am to help him out of his predicament. He mustn?t get lost in my old life. I?m sure he will without help. I wonder how much of his former self exists in that body. Why is my life as that girl disappearing? The key to this puzzle might be the same for him. Perhaps it?s a defense mechanism. Maybe in this body I have the ability to see what I couldn?t before. Maybe my former life was so threatening to my current persona, that I can?t deal with the reality of living that former life. It might be possible that I am repressing or sublimating that existence right into my subconscious where it is no longer threatening. It would still be a memory that I would possess, but I wouldn?t be able to consciously recall that life. It might interfere with the life I?m living now, though. It could manifest itself in all sorts of pathological ways. As I walked in to meet with the minister, I recalled more details of my life. I knocked on his door and he answered. When he opened the door my heart stopped. I saw his smile, and immediately melted. I was lost in his eyes. He said, "Hello young lady, how successful was your day, today?" I told him it was amazing. I loved spreading the word of God to all I come in contact with. A stirring in me was interfering with my ability to think. He told me that I was chosen for this task for many reasons. He reached out and stroked my hair. I don?t know what came over me. I was so attracted to this man of God. He could help me become closer to Jesus. I closed my eyes as he lightly touched my hair. I puckered my lips and was kissed. I started getting moist, and aroused. This man was so special. I wanted to be with him, to hold him, to love him. We continued to kiss, and I fell in love with him, immediately. She must?ve been having a relationship with him. He was so strong, so wonderful. He literally swept me off of my feet and onto the couch. I was lost in passion. When I got "home" it was time for dinner. We all sat down at the table, and started dinner. My "wife" asked me how the Shalach Manos delivery went. I told her that it went pretty well, and that many of the people were in Florida for the winter, so I had to leave the baskets on their doorsteps. The kids were still buzzing from the Purim carnival, and I was amazed at how I was able to recall all these details, and the Hebrew names, too. It seems that I had been given a new mask as in the tradition of Purim. It was a totally new persona, yet it all came so naturally. I suppose that all the memories are not just in a "soul" of sorts, which gave even more problems with Descartes' mind-body problem. The duality of the situation was even clearer. Memories were both stored as neural patterns that have been established, yet I can remember elements of being that Christian girl. I can remember some of the thoughts and dreams independently of that body. The problem is perplexing. I AM that girl?s soul, but I have the imprinting of the body I now occupy. Not only that, I am far more capable, intellectually, in this body. I have the mental pattern capabilities, and a greater capacity to think. I suppose that it?s similar to light behaving both like particles and waves. The passion was overwhelming. I could smell his scent. I was so turned on. I pulled him closer. It was as if my body was following a predestined path. I was meant to do this. It was the Lord?s will. Everything was automatic. He pulled off my skirt and hosiery, and then pushed me back on the couch. He was so strong, so forceful. I was wrought with emotion. I?ve never felt such a physical wanting. He must have been my lover. There already had been a physical attachment. I needed to have him inside me. As he lay down with me, I felt him enter. The pain was quickly replaced with an intense craving. I needed to have him inside me, deeply inside. I grabbed him and pulled him in tighter. It was building, and soon enough my body went into overdrive. My light frame was moving so fast. I was bucking, and convulsing. It was so intense. I wanted to be with this man forever. I LOVE this man. No sooner than this thought hit me, I felt him explode inside me. There was one, two, and a third spasm in which he had released his seed within me. The rest of dinner was pretty uneventful, although something was troubling me. All throughout dinner I had the sinking suspicion that he had indeed succumbed to my former life. I remembered that a meeting with that preacher was to follow the "missionary work". During that meeting I was supposed to assume the "missionary position" with that perverted freak. To think I once loved that freak. I was worried about him. Anyway, my wife and I argued a bit over the use of reinforcement in enhancing our toddler?s eating habits. The evening went on. Once the kids were finally in bed, we could relax. We were unwinding and my wife started to tease me. She said that she couldn?t put her foot on it, but something was different about me. The teasing went on. The funny thing was, I was getting aroused as she continued. Next thing I knew, I was chasing her into the bedroom and on to the bed. I was going to sleep with my wife. This would certainly be different. The funny thing is, sex used to be something that happened for me, I never really thought about it. It was almost automatic, and involuntary. Even more, I never thought about it during the sex. I was still aching to be fulfilled. The intensity was overbearing. The tension was so great and I needed release. I was kissing him frantically, clinging and hoping he would still fulfill my needs. Even as he pulled out, spent, I was longing for him to finish. I needed him, and he left me yearning with desire to have him again. I had a physical bond, and an all-consuming, aching passion for his love. I hungered for his touch, his love, and his body. Other than the miracle that happened earlier that day, NOTHING had as profound an impact on me. In all of my 38 years, I had never felt anything as wonderful and consuming as this love. It was as if a physical addiction had been awakened in me. This man was what I needed. He was the fix. He was a holy man, spiritual, and he touched me emotionally as well as physically. He got up and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out two and lit them. He handed me one and laid back alongside me. The smell was so enticing. We both took long drags. I began to relax, and the tension began to subside. I started to feel the "hunger" dissipate. I was so content with this new life I was leading. I was euphoric with the turns it had taken. I can?t give this up. No one must ever know about the miracle that happened to me.