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—Then last November you married Ruth of Boaz, Madame Yeti Woman?—

“Yes, she has signed the letter with that name, Madame Yeti Woman.”

—And now do I understand that you have a new revelation about Madame Yeti Woman; namely, that she’s God?—

“Yes, sir, that’s what I believe.”

—In other words, she’s nobler and higher than you had believed originally?—

“Yes, sir. I mentioned that I was introduced to God twenty years ago by a reincarnation of Bart Maverick [TV cowboy star]. He said, ‘What would you do if you met God in human flesh?’ and I said I would love God. ‘Are you sure?’ he said. I said yes. As soon as he said those words a woman approached, elderly looking, with a slightly long nose, not hard to look at, and he said, ‘There’s God. Now love her!’ And because of duping I was interfered with and she told me, ‘I’ll see you in twenty years at Y.S.H.’ So it came true.”

—Did you see her?—

“Yes, several times. But because of interference it is a gradual thing.”

—How does she sign her name?—

“I prefer Madame Dr. R. I. Dung. She told me I’m a big pile of truthful-idealed dung, and I accept it.”

—Does she call herself a big pile of truthful-idealed dung?—

“She’s bigger than that: she supports the dung.”

—Did you see this woman?—

“Yes, on the street. I saw her pass through the ward.”

—How old did she look?—

“Fifty-some, or more. She’s a patient here—or was.”

—Could you introduce her to us?—

“I’m sure you’ve seen her face. I know that those who sincerely call on her see the face of a woman peer out of a cloud.”

—Could you describe her for us?—

“Grayish hair; in her hollowed-out body she has six of them so she has a height of better than seven feet, but the basic body that she showed herself in is about five feet five or six inches.”

—Can you tell us about that incident in the cafeteria?—

“Oh, the fact that she’s God, she can be loved through the penis of any man and at the same time she’d be loving me because I am the vine and the rock. I thought she committed adultery, whereas she didn’t. In my case, however, I can’t do that.”

At this point I asked Leon a question which—irrelevant as it seemed and unplanned as its timing was—turned out to be a decisive determinant of many changes which subsequently took place in him.

—Is your wife an hermaphrodite?—

“Morphodite—a person with bisexual organs?”

—Yes. Is this possible?—

Actually this wasn’t quite the question I had in mind. What I really wanted to know was whether Leon thought of himself as an hermaphrodite. But I feared this might be an extremely touchy question put so directly, so I asked it about his wife instead, hoping he would get around to answering it in terms of himself.

The reason the question occurred to me at all is that a few days earlier we had found some missing pages of Leon’s autobiographical account, Cause and Evolution, written at least a year before we met him. As I read them I noticed that Leon referred to himself as a “morphodite” several times.

One Saturday evening while bathing I got a safety razor and was determined to casterate myself, and at that time a living thermal static morphodyte it war(r)ed against my boy members—physically, mentally, spiritually. I could not casterate myself because I could not tell myself that sex was bad in itself. Pertaining to change of sex phase each month, was a strain on my nerves and I was also growing, and while in the boy sex phase I masturbated and the after effects of masturbation caused severe head and bone marrow aches plus growing pain aches. At times I thought God forgot about me …

I became more serious and determined that I was not meant for marriage. . . . I did not understand that inner physical struggle was the cause of my split personality.

I now repeat, manliness (and part of womanliness) is Jesus Christ …

… for example; those who say they are the president of the U. S. A. . . . I say sure you are the president of that body of yours— is it in a united state?

… the Sixth Commandment of God Says to