And the Choir, imported from the Greater Victory Temple of Oakland just for this
occasion, sang, "Amen!"
Way to swing, St. Alison,
Frank
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|from Lives of the Saints: St Alison of Williamstown
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|Alison was born by divine infarction in Douglas Parade, Williamstown,
|the site of the great convict uprising. So indeed she blessed this
|unhallowed place and put the memory of John Price to rights.
|
|At the age of one she suffered a vision of Godel's Theorem which made
|blood run down from her eyes. She put up her hand to her face and
|lo! the blood ceased, and the burghers of Williamstown, thinking that
|they could now erect parking meters for the penitents who came often
|to visit her, were much pleased and erected a simple hut near the
|Steampacket Hotel where she could pursue her revelations.
|
|Henceforward she was known as the Avatar of Inconsistency and arrayed
|herself informally in all churches, shewing herself brightly within
|all correspondences.
|
|No other sign of God's purchase on her soul was evident for some
|years, despite much prayer against her ragged appearance, for which
|the priest, who was in league with the wizard on the hill, sought to
|expel her from her hut. A delegation of councillors came to do the
|deed. St Alison stood outside her hut and said, I stand before the
|fractal scissiparity in all my subjective imparticularity, and no
|hand but God's can perceive me. She then cut off both her breasts
|and flung them at the councillors.
|
|Being greatly alarmed, they ran away. She then set her hand to her
|bosom, and her breasts were restored, and the people greatly wondered.
|
|Another fact about St Alison was that she never seen to eat but of
|milk-soaked mulberries, and she was never seen to drink but of
|metaxa. So it was reported of her, by those who lived closely with
|her. She spent her time henceforth in holy meditation of hydrating
|cement slurries.
|
|There are many miracles told of this time. A certain one-dimensional
|cellular automata once was breathed into her right nostril, upon
|which she cried, God! and from her nose expelled a stream of
|turbulent mucuous. This was so bright it illuminated all of Nelson
|Place and Centennial Park, even down to the waterfront. At another
|time a non-linear equation which she was coddling in a clay dish
|climbed out and threatened her with terminal autocatalysis. At this
|she took up a thermodynamic sandpile and cast it, singing and praying
|the while. The astonished people saw it shrink to the size of a very
|small cat. After that it stayed in the hut with her and helped her
|in many of her miracles.
|
|Many miracles and marvels in that wise the Lord wrought for Alison.
|So many are they that no one could tell of them all, unless her own
|soul or an angel of God should come to declare them. However, this
|should be enough as a sample of them.
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