Zora cut in, "You're saying that when people report seeing long dead relatives walking about or haunting a place that it isn't the actual person, but rather a demon manifesting the form of someone they once inhabited?"
"Yes I am. When people die they die. There is no lingering around. These demonic manifestations are able to trick people into believing that they are their human counterparts, because they know everything there former hosts knew. When you hear of psychics supposedly contacting the other side and talking with family members, who are dead there really talking with demons in disguise."
"I did not know that." Zora said softly.
She glanced over at me puzzled looking and asked, "What does this fertility goddess Ishtar have to do with Easter?"
"Ishtar translates over into English from ancient Babylonian as Easter and it's her day that is celebrated instead of the resurrection of Jesus from the grave."
Zora was staring at me shocked and a little disgusted at what had been revealed.
"Do you know what the symbols of Ishtar's fertility were?"
I didn't wait for her to ask, but continued on, "The rabbit and the egg. Think about what the most commonly attributed items of Easter are. The resurrection of Jesus is the last thing that most children in this nation think of when Easter is mentioned. Instead all that comes to mind for them is consuming chocolate bunnies and popping open eggs filled with jelly beans."
Zora looked away from me and down the road as she said, "That's terrible!"
I nodded grimly, "Evil is always at work seeking to confuse and misconstrue the gospel salvation story and God's word in general and that's why one should always prove out what you believe and participate in by looking to the word of God and keeping yourself educated instead of going along with the herd over the cliff."
Zora glanced at me and I saw a knowing look come into her eyes, "At Flint's place you said you killed the human aspect of Ishtar. Dating yourself there aren't you a bit? All right out with your deep dark secret origins! You found out mine and I want to know yours!"
I grinned at her but made no effort to say anything.
She stopped in the middle of the road and crossed her arms, "I want to know!"
"What do you want to know?" I asked cautiously, but she shook her head as she said, "Don't make me tie you up and sensually torture you for hours on end to get what I want dear husband."
I laughed, but sobered up quickly because she actually looked serious.