When I think about the burning times, I recall a story about Donna Isobella.
Donna was a beautiful woman in a full term pregnancy who was brought before a panel of "holy judges" to be tried and condemned for being a witch. She was commanded to "recant" and "repent". Of course she would not or could not deny her faith rather and was put on the rack. A rip cloth made of rough cloth with bits of jagged metal and stone was forced down her throat with water and then ripped out. After she was tortured, Donna was dressed in a gown and pointed hat printed with stars and quarter moons and then burned to death at the stake for being a witch. Her baby had died on the rack.
I know this is a gruesome tale, but it's truthful in its representation.
I come from a family who spit eternal damnation in my face daily. When my parents found out that I had become a witch they pointed out to me in the "christian" bible the phrase that says, "suffer not a witch to live". I have news for them and anyone else that believes the way they do, I'm no Donna Isobella. I still struggle from time to time with the anguish of what was engrained in me from childhood, but my new Parents are patient and I am loved.
Persecute all you want, but... |
