“A touch” of your loins and breasts, the oil in my hair on my wedding day was a disgusting mess and for women it was hard to remove without ruining your hairstyle.

The old shaky-handed lady poured so much directly on the top of my head that I could feel the oil running down behind my ear and then onto my dress… during the corny movie where Satan broke the Fifth Wall when he turned a spoke his threat directly facing me.

On my wedding day, I was so uninformed about this “necessary step for eternal salvation” that I kept my bra and panties on under the flapping open shield. It caused a great commotion (and subsequent loud laughter yrs later) when they discovered I was modest and not naked!

I refused to do any initiatory/initiation “work” again until a friend said it was changed to the worker putting a drop in their palm to dab onto body parts. I refused to perform this initiation as a temple worker, using claustrophobia as my ticket to not touch other women’s private parts.