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As I said in the upper post... this so creeps me out...

I can't understand what the flagelants think... but... I guess it's just the power of faith!


To prepare himself the flagellant whips himself. Once his back muscles swell a friend cut incisions on his back. Then the whipping starts from early morning till noon. It is 30 degrees celcius and dusty. Sometimes they lay down arms spread-eagled and ankles crossed in simulation of Christ's crusified position. Passer-bys whippe them on their back.
It is no joke !


Wow. This is not something one sees on the streets of Buffalo, NY every day. How long do they beat themselves before they think they've done it enough?

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