|The tragedy of physical exploitation
lies in its denigration of the Sacred Female,
of this Sacred Child who must defile
her precious body for food.
She who must descend from her immortal throne
and lie among swine.
Certainly, if a priest stood on the street corner
selling the Holy Eucharist,
the sacrilege would be obvious,
even to those not of his faith.
Is the selling of a precious human body
less blasphemous than this?
Look at your hands.
See the green-blue veins rippling through them.
See the lines on your palms.
Bend your fingers, move your thumbs.
What wondrous design is this, this skin,
this bone, this muscle,
this Sacred Flesh!
Every cell within your body is created from--what?
You are the thought of God.
Your body was created from the fabric of God.
You were created from Her thoughts.
You are of Her.
Do not forget your throne, oh queen of the earth.
Do not forget the sanctity of this temple in which your immortal spirit dwells for its
brief visit to this planet.
For you are made not of mere flesh,
but of Me.