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Zeususedhisintimatepositioninhisfather’sroyalcourttoobtainan opportunityto“poison”Chronos,aplotsaidtohavebeendevisedbythe goddessMetis,whomHammer‐PurgstallidentifiedwithMete/Baphomet.As younodoubtremember,thiscausedChronostovomitupthechildrenhehad swallowed,whichincludedallofZeus’siblings,thegodsofOlympus.Theythen defeatedChronosandtheTitans,lockedthemupinTartarusbeneaththeEarth, andthenruledhappilyeverafter.Or,atleast,that’swheretheGreeksbrokeoff theirtale.
Cometothinkofit, Isaidtomyselfmentally, theRomansdidimplythat Apollo wasthefirst‐bornsonandsuccessortoZeus,orJupiter,astheycalledhim.
ApollowastheOlympiansungod,incontracttoHelios/Sol,whoplayedtherole
of theSunduringthe“GoldenAge”ofChronos/SaturnandtheTitans.Most writers justchosetosaythatHelios/Solbecame‘syncretized’withApolloinlater years.
Butwhatiftheywerereallyseparatecharacters? Iwondered. Whatif Apollo supplantedHeliosasthenewsun,andtheformersunheoverthrewwas locked upinTartaruswiththerestoftheTitans?Maybethat’sthemeaningofthe symbolofthe‘blacksun’that’s‘inthecenteroftheEarth.’
ThenIthoughtaboutthefactthatinthelateRomanEmpire,Mithraismfinally gainedsupportfromtheemperorsbysyncretizingMithraswithSolInvictus, thusmakingagodalreadyidentifiedwithSaturn/Chronosasolarfigureaswell.
AndalchemistshaveconsistentlyidentifiedSaturnwiththeblacksun,Ithought.
Inthepresentaeon,whichistheonethatsupplantedtheruleofZeus from Olympus,theSunistheundisputedrulerofthecurrentorder.ButZeusused to playthatrolesomehow,andbeforehim,Chronosdidit.Butduringthattime, Helioswasaseparateentity,playingadifferentrolethanhedoesnow.TheSun wasnot,backthen,thecentralpower.Orrather,someoneelsewasplayingthe roleof‘theSun.’
NowthethingsthatRosenbergsaidtotheDukeofRothesaymadesensetome.
TheDuke’sbodywasbeingusedtodrawdownZeus/Jupiterintomortal incarnation.ThebodyofBaronCarrickferguswasbeingusedtodrawdownthe spiritofthenewsun,hissuccessor.
Zeuswasdefeatedbythenewsungod,Ithoughttomyself.Iwonderwhen that happenedexactly.TheeraoftheworshipofJupitergavewayattheendof the empiretoApollo,SolInvictus,Mithras,andofcourse…toJesus.
Andthereitwas.TheanswertomyquestionofwhentheaeonofZeus/Jupiter hadgivenwaytothatofthepresentsunwasobvious:year1 Anno Domini.
ThetransitionmarkedbythecollapseofRomeandthedescentoftheWest into long‐termintellectualdarknessmaynothavebeencleartoeveryoneback then,I thought. ButlateritbecameconnectedwiththeadventofJesusChrist,and it cametopassthatthereckoningoftimewasstartedoverfromthatpoint.So fate devisedanappropriatewayofmarkingthepassagefromtheAeonofoneSun to thatofthenext.
AllofthiscametomeasIsatthereinthewheelchairattherooftopterraceof NewCourt,promptedbythecommentsthatRosenbergwasmakingtotheDuke ofRothesay.
ZeusisbeingenticedintotheDuke’sbody,Irealized ,withthepromiseof having Apollo,hissupplanter,serveinthehumiliatingpositionofcupbearer,as Zeus hadoncedoneintheefforttotakethethronefromhisfather.Also, pederasty withveryyoungboyswasaknownproclivityofZeus’,goingbacktohis kidnappingofGanymedetoserveashisowncupbearer.
Myattentionsnappedbacktothesceneinfrontofme.LittleSaintGeorgewas beingguidedbyMilestostandbetweenthelegsoftheDuke,whohandedthe diamondovertoRosenberg.HelookedatthemanintheLionmaskwithfear, clearlynotrecognizingthatitwashisowngrandfather.ThenMilestappedthe boy’sshoulder,andhesanktohisknees,obviouslytrainedforthejobaheadof time.
TheDukehandedtheredcrystalinhislaptoRosenberg,whothenhandedittoa trustedRaven.Ilookedaway,upatthesky,justintimetoseesomethinglikea goldenchain,appearingasthickasatreetrunk,emergedfromthepurpleorb.It dangleddownsomewheretothesouth,seeminglyclosetoourlocation.
Thebottomofthechaindroppeddownbelowmylineofsight.
TheGoldenChainoftheZeus,Ithoughttomyself.
InHomer’s Iliad,Zeussaystotheothergods:Ifyoutiedachainofgoldtothe sky,andallofyou,godsandgoddesses,tookhold,youcouldnotdragZeusthe HighCounsellortoearthwithallyourefforts.ButifIdeterminedtopullwitha will,Icouldhauluplandandsea,thenloopthechainroundapeakofOlympus, andleavethemdanglinginspace.BythatmuchamIgreaterthangodsandmen.
HereIwaslookingatsuchagoldenchain,quiteliterally,withSpiga‐stylelinks (forgedfromovalstwistedtolooklikegrainsofwheat).Itdroppeddownfrom thepurplespherelikeRapunzel’shair,hangingthereforamomentbetweenthe skyandtheEarth.Thenitslithereddownanddisappearedfromview,likeithad beensnippedfromabove.
Foraboutaminute,Iheardthezappingsoundsofelectricityarching,and everybody’shairbristled.Thensomethingthatlookedjustlikethepurpleorbin
thesky,butaboutfiveinchesinwidth,shotthroughtheconstructionchuteand hittheDukeonthetopofhishead.Thereitwasabsorbed,causingarippledown theman’sspine.Heconvulsed,rippedhisrobeopen,andthenarchedhispelvis upward,towardstheboy’shead,whichwasalreadydutifullygoingdowntoits task.
Now,itseemed,whatgodsandmenbeforehadnotbeenabletoachievewith forceforthousandsofyears,awealthybusinessmaninLondonhaddonemerely byofferingthebodyofapowerfulprinceasthevesselthroughwhichto experiencethecarnalpleasuresofpederasty.Watchingithappenbeforemyvery eyesledmetoarealizationaboutalinefrommyfavoriteWelshpoetRobert Graves’book TheWhiteGoddess.
ThisiswhathemeantwhenhesaidthepriestsofancientRomeperformed the
‘RitesofElicio’toseducethegodsofcapturednationsintoservingtheEmpire instead.
AstheDukegaveintohisproclivitiesandgaspedwithpleasure,possessedby debaucherousdivinity,Rosenbergchuckledandencouragedhim.
“That’sit,KingCarlos,letWhore‐Heytreatyouright.”
“Whatabouttheboy’sfather?”theDukegaspedinawhisper,almosttoo overwhelmedwithdelectationtospeak.
“Ignorehim,”saidRosenberg.“He’signoring you.”
AsiftocreateabarriertoblindtheBarontohisfather’sabuseofhisson, Consiviasteppedoutin‐betweenthealtarandthethrones.Shethenbeckonedthe Ravensandmenwithleatherveils,whogatheredaroundthethronesinthespace besideher,fullingcoveringtheDuke’sactionsfromtheBaron’sview.Shesang anotherstanzatotheincarnationofJupiterbeforeher.
‘tissodivinetorapeyourmeat
Thetasteofpainisgoodtoeat
Andblisssublimeisallthemore
Whenchildofthyloinsdothplaythewhore
TheDukemoanedloader,andRosenbergsteppedinquickly,pullingtheboy’s headaway.
“Easythere,”hesaid.“Holdyourhorses.You’vegotajobtodohere,don’t forget.Thisisjustawarm‐upexercise.”
ThenheaddressedConsivia.“InvoketheSun,andhavetheBarber-Surgeons bringthegirl!”
Thepriestessgesturedtowardstwoofthemeninleatherveils,bothwithwaxing moonsymbols.Theynodded,thenleftthehedgetogofetchher.Consivia returnedtoherplacebehindthealtarandheldherarmsaloft.
SolInvictusjoinyourbride
Shiningqueenwhopullsthetide
Fructifytheholywomb
Rapethegoddessinhertomb
Atthatmoment,quitesuddenly,theMoonpeekedoutthroughtheclouds,along withoneoftheotherstars,whichnowgrewuntilitwastheverysamesizeasthe Moon.ItwasyellowliketheSun,butitdidnotlightuptheskyastheSundoes duringtheday.Theystoodnexttoeachother,withth
epurpleorb,slightly smaller,sittingbeneaththem,andtheother,smallerstarsnearby.Nobodyelse seemedtonoticebutme,ChesterfieldandRosenberg.Alltheothersweretoo entrancedbythesexacts,whichtheynodoubtwishedtojoininon.
“AndwhattheHellisthat?”Chesterfieldwhisperedtome.“TheNew Jerusalem?Isthistheendoftheworld?”
Itwasthefirstthinghe’dsaidtomesincehereturnedfromsellingouthis countryandhelpingRosenbergcoveruptheRothschilds’childsexslavering, whichtheyhadnodoubtusedtocompromisevirtuallyeveryonewithanypower intheentirekingdom.Iknewthathislifehadbeenthreatened,andIknewIwas guiltyofthingsjustasbad,butthatdidn’tmeanI’dforgivenhim.
“TheNewJerusalemisacube,”Ireplied.“ThisistheSuncomingoutatnight.”
“ButWilliamBlakesaidthatLondonwasJerusalem,”Chesterfieldnoted, seeminglyirrelevantly(orsoitseemedatthetime).
“Shutup!”theDukesnapped.“Iwasabouttocum!”
“Notyet,”saidRosenberg,andhestoodupquicklytohelpblocktheDuke’s viewoftheentrancetothehedge.TheDukereturnedtohispreoccupation.
PoorPhilippine,whocouldbarelywalknow,wasbroughtinonagurneybythe
“Barber‐Surgeons,”which,bynow,Ihadgathered,wasthetermforthemen withthewaxingmoonsymbolsontheirveils(the“Butchers”beingthosewith thewaningmoonontheirveils).Theydumpedher,awakeagainnowandcrying, onthepavementbetweenthehorseandhumanblockadeprotectingthepederast princeonhispurplethrone.Nakedontopofatallbuildinginthemiddleofthe night,Philippinewasshiveringseverely.Sherolledoveronherstomachand emittedahigh‐pitchedsqueal.
Atthesoundofhercry,BaronCarrickfergusturnedaroundsharply,separating fromtheboyashedidso.Whenhelaideyesuponthegirl—Iswear—Isaw themflashwithagoldenglowforabriefsecond,visiblethroughtheholesofhis sunmask.
Thentheyelloworbpouredoutayellow‐orangestreamoffluid.Itseemedtofall closeby,tothesouthofus,justwherethegoldenchainhaddroppeddown.It honestlylookedlikethesun‐likeobjecttakingapiss.Afewmomentslater,a miniatureversionofitwasimmergingfromtheconstructionchute,aboutthe sizeofabasketball.
Themini‐suncameandhoveredovertheBaron’shead,forminganangelichalo behindhim.Helookedupatitlovinglyandsmiled.Thenitenteredhim,lighting uphisbodylikeayellowglowstickasittraveleddownhisspine.Fully possessednow,theBarongrabbedhisfallingtrouserswithhislefthand,raised hisrighthandtotheskyandlaughedexcitedly.
“Ahyes!Finally,afemaleinthiscastleoffaggotry!”Helethispantsfalltothe groundandthensteppedoutofthem,alongwithhisshoes.Consiviaplaceda horsewhipinhishand.
“She’sgotthefaceofahorsethough,”hesaid,withoutlookingupathishand.
“ThengetherinsidetheBrazenHorsewhereyoucan’tseeherfaceandhavea goatherbackside,”saidConsivia.“That’swhatwe’reallheretowitness!”
TheBaronlookedleftatthecrowdthathadgatherednearhim,unawareofthe sighttheywereblockinghimfrom,andacknowledgethemwithasalute.Then helookedathishandandsawwhatthepriestesshadgivenhim.
“Alrightthen,thanks!”hesaid.
Hebroughtdownhiswhipuponthegirl’sexposedbuttocks,shouting
“Gee!”and“Haw!”atherwithrepeatedblowstogethertomoveinthe directionhewanted.Heforcedhertoclimbinsidethehorse’svelvet‐lined interiorwithherrumplineduptotheholeintheback.Thisopeningalso wrappedaroundthesidepart‐way,providingacross‐sectionfortheaudienceto viewofherpelvisandlegsinsidethedevice.
TheBaronwalkedupbehindher,andupthethree‐stepmountingblockthathad beenplacedthereforhim.Hepulledhismaskuptohisforeheadforamoment, andspatonhishandforlubrication.ButthenConsiviaofferedhimanopencan ofLyle’sGoldenSyrup.
“Don’tbevulgar,”sheadmonished.“Thisisaholyrite,notapornmovie.”
Helookedatherforamoment,probablyfindingthesameironyinhercomment thatIdid.
“Outofthestrongshallcomeforthsweetness,”shesaid,inallseriousness.
Thatwasaparaphraseofthecompanysloganonthesyrupcan,whichitselfisa quotefrom Judges 14:14,somethingaboutbeesmakinghoneyinthecarcassofa lion.TheBarontookahandfulofthesyrup,whichwassomehowlessvulgar thanspitforsodomizingtwelve‐year‐oldgirlswith,thensmeareditonhimself, aswellasthegirl’sbehind.Thesun‐likeobjectabovethenbeganpulsating,its brightnessflickeringupanddowntodifferentlevelsatthepaceofanexcited heartbeat.
“Oooohnooooo,”Philippinedroneddreadfully.Thensheletoutanotherear-piercingshriekastheBaronpenetratedheranus.Above,theskydarkenedasthe Moonandthegoldenorb,stillpulsating,mergedtogetherhalf‐way,forminga
vesicapisces shapewithasicklyyellowovalinthecenter.Insideofthisoval wasthatroundredsplotchthattheMoonhadacquired,nowtintedtoappear orange.
Justthen,theDukeusedhisshoetokickRosenberg,stillstandinginfrontof him,lightlyinthebackoftheleg.Rosenbergturnedaroundandlookedathim.
“What?”
“Ican’tholdoutmuchlonger,”saidtheDuke.“I’mreadytoblow.”
TheBaronhadfallenbackwardsasteponthehorsemount,probablydrunkfrom ambrosialblood‐wineand,ofcourse,archonticpossession.Hecaughthimselfon thesecondstep,anddidn’tfallallthewaydown.Buthehadtoreinserthimself intohisvictim.Thenheclimaxedsuddenlywithashout.
However,half‐waythroughshootinghisload,hepulledout,thenwentbackin quicklytodelivertherestofit.
“Whoops,wrongholethere,”hesaid,andlaughed,slappingherbehind.
Thenheglancedovertohisleftandscannedthecrowd,lookingfortheDuke.
“Daddy,she’sallyours!”hehollered.
Justintime,RosenbergpulledLittleSaintGeorgeawayfromhistaskandinto theshadowsinthecornerofthehedgebehindus.ThenIsawhimhandtheboy offtoMiles.Meanwhile,ConsiviagrabbedtheDukeandshovedhimovertothe brazenhorse,forcingthecrowdtopart.
Therewasnotimeformorelubrication.TheDukeputhispenisintheyoung lady’snow‐widenedanusjustintimetodelivertheseed.Butashisthrusts subsided,hisreliefturnedtoshock.Ahandgrabbedhimfrombehindontheleft shoulderandpulledhimpart‐wayoutofwhathewasstuckin.Anotherhand broughtthebladeofaceremonial harpedownswiftlyontheman’sgenitals, severingtheminonecleanblow.
ItwastheBaron.Rosenberghadhandedhimtheweapon,thenpulledtheDuke backwardssohecouldmakethecut.
TheDukescreamedandfellbackwards,bloodpouringoutofhiscrotch,which hecoveredasherolledoverinpain,holleringhorribly.
“Auughh!Auughh!”
ThenBaronputthe harpeonthealtarandpickeduphishorsewhipagain,which hehadtemporarilyplacedthere.Consiviasteppedforthandshovedthecutpenis andballs,whichwerestillstickingoutofPhilippine’srectum,allthewayin.
Thegirlshriekedagain,thensobbedsomemore.
“Thatwillgiveyourbabysomeextranutritiontonight,”saidthepriestess,asshe smiledpsychoticallyinherclownmake‐up.
TheBaronstoodovertheDuke,horsewhipinhand,ashisvictimcontinuedto wail.Helandedablowontheman’sface,causinghimtotrytorollfurtheraway.
ThenhestartedshoutingattheDuke,andpointingatSaintGeorge,whowasstill coweringinthecornerofthehedge,huggingMiles’legandburyinghisface.
“Soyouusemysontogetyourdickhard,becauseyoucan’tgetitupforagirl anymore?Becauseyou’reafaggot!”
Hewhippedhimagain.
“BecauseyouwanttomessuphisheadthesamewayyouandGrandpamessed meup?Thenyou
comeandfuckmywifetoo!”
Anotherblow.TheDuke,barelyabletospeak,managedtochokeoutan objectiontotheBaron’sdelusionalremark,broughton,nodoubt,bythe possession.
“Thatisnotyourwife!”hesaid.“ThatisawhoreandaJewess.Yourwifeis backatthePalacewaitingforyou.”TheBaronhithimagain.
“Donottalkaboutmywifelikethat!”heshouted.
“She’snotaJewess,”Rosenbergsaid,intervening.Hetookawaythehorsewhip, whichtheBaronreluctantlyallowed,andstareddownattheDuke.
“Youbothmaythinkshelookslikeahorse,butyouhaveonlyyourowngenes
toblame,nottheRothschilds.”
“Whatdoyoumean?”boththeDukeandtheBaronaskedinunison.
“CrispinwastheyoungestsonofthePrincess,”saidRosenberg.“Yourwife,the oneyouletyourmotherkill,DukeofRothesay.JustasOenomaus,thesonof Ares,disposedofhisdaughter’ssuitorswithafaultychariotwheelthatsent twelveofthemtotheirdeaths.”
“That’sjustaconspiracytheory,”saidtheBaron.“Andshewasn’tpregnantwith thatArab’sbaby.”
“No,butshewaspregnantwithyourfather’sbaby,”Rosenbergreplied.
“Theyhadrecentlyengagedinanintimateencounter,despitetheirdivorce.Isn’t thatright,DukeofRothesay.”
“Howdoyouknowthis?”theDukegasped,losingbloodrapidly.
“BecausetheBarber‐Surgeonswerehiredtocutupthebodyonyourmother’s orders.Andtodeliverthehearttoyou,onyourorders.Buttheywerealready workingformeaswell,andwhentheytoldmeaboutwhattheywouldbedoing withthePrincess,Itookthelibertyofhavingthewombexcisedformyself.
ThenIbroughtittofruitionwiththepowerofmyalchemy.”
TheBaron’sheadhunglowashetookitallin.
“Hewasafineboy,really.Intelligentandbeautifultobehold.IlettheMartinas adopthim,thinkingthathewouldbewellcared‐for.Buttheyjustwantedtouse hisexistenceasleverageagainstthecrown.Theyneglectedhismoral instruction.Theinfluenceofbeingraisedbybankersturnedhimintoagreedy, weakpantywaist,fitonlyforfucking.Ithankyouforhelpingmetakehimoutof thepicture.Idon’tthinkIcouldhavedoneitotherwise.Ilovedhimlikeason, inmyownway.”