A typical prayer circle of women and their sons meets daily, with the mothers lovingly teaching their sons what is required of them by their faith. As soon as a boy celebrates his eighteenth birthday, he is deemed old enough to be included in the prayer circle. Here's how young man in his twenties -- who was sent away from the compound on his twenty-first birthday -- described what happens during a typical circle meeting:
"I have to tell you up front that my memories are biased. I love my mother and loved my childhood years with her, and wish that I'd been allowed to stay in the compound with her.
"Anyway, my vivid memories of the rapture -- that's what the mothers called it -- are some of my favorites. Mother and I would walk to the prayer circle every evening after supper with maybe 10-12 other mothers and their sons. I remember that the mothers always looked so pretty with their loving smiles, gentle manners, and their long hair and colorful long dresses flowing softly around the curves of their bodies as they moved.
"When we arrived at the worship room, the mothers would place chairs around in a circle close enough to hold each other's hands while they prayed and praised their god, and beseeched him to bring the rapture to them. The sons gathered inside the circle of women, facing their mothers. When summoned, they would kneel naked in front of them, bow their heads toward their mothers, and pray to be shown the path to the gates of heaven -- the glistening, fragrant entrance to their mothers' sacred wombs, also called the temple of life. Here's what that meant to us.
"During the service, the boys watched their mothers slowly draw their long dresses up their legs to their waists, while they prayed aloud for their god to bring them a joyful rapture with their sons and the gift of life. The women of the compound never wore undergarments, so that they were always ready for the holy act of reproduction. After all the mothers had raised their dresses to their waists, they would join hands and spread their legs widely so that their knees touched those of the women on each side of them, forming a holy circle of fertility.
"This was the signal for each son to move closer, bow his head between his mother's thighs and 'partake of the honey from the sacred vessel' -- licking his mother's soft, plump vaginal lips. A new boy quickly learned that the more eagerly and reverently he kissed and licked and sucked the warm, hairy lips between his mother's thighs, the more sweet honey she would make for him, and the more vigorously she would feel the ecstatic rapture with their god.
"Soon the room would be filled with the joyful sounds of boys licking and slurping the bountiful honey flowing from their mothers' heavenly vessels, and the sighs and moans of mothers approaching the rapture of oneness with their god. As the prayer service continued, occasional yelps of delight would come from the mothers as their sons drank up their love honey, with the frequency and volume rising to a crescendo of joyful noise and praise to their god when the ecstasy of their rapture consumed them one by one.
"After a short period of rest and spiritual contemplation, the prayer service continued, with the mothers chanting the biblical exhortation to 'be fruitful and multiply.' This was the signal for the boys to lift their heads up from their mothers' legs and work their way closer to their mothers on their knees. Once correctly positioned, they would insert their throbbing erections into their mothers' sacred vessels and vigorously mate with them until they filled their fertile wombs with the seed of life."
