“Isittrue?”theBaronaskedhisfather,tearsstreamingoutfromunderhissun mask.Hehadpickedupthe harpeagainandstoodholdingitabovehishead.
TheDuketookhisownmaskoffandmanagedtogetonhisknees,crawlingto
theBaron’sfeet,whereheputhisface.
“Isittruethatyoukilledmymother,”theBaroncontinued,“andthatCrispin wasmybrother?”
TheDukelookedup,pleadinginhiseyes,whichnowappearedhumanagain.
“Ididn’t knowhewasyourbrother.AndkillingyourmotherwasRegina’sidea.
TherewasnothingIcoulddotostopit.ButIlovedher.That’swhyIkeptthe heart.I’msorry,son.”
TheBaronlookedupatthesky,andsodidI.Thesun‐likeobjectwasseparated fromtheMoonagain,andnolongerpulsating.Thepurpleorbwasdrooping downbelowthem,whiletwootherstarshoverednearby.What’smore,nowthere were twodarkredcirclesinthecenteroftheMoon,sidebyside,onedarkerand largerthantheother,bothbiggerthantheonewehadseenbefore.
Aswewatched,thepurpleorbdroppedoutofthesouthernsky,straightdown,as thoughintotheriver,causingall,evenme,togasp,eventhoughIwaskindof expectingit.
Asharpclangingsoundbroughtmyeyesbackdowntothescenebeforeme.The Baronhaddroppedhis harpeandturnedawayfromhisfather,exhalingasighof exhaustionandgrief.
“Iforgiveyou,”hesaid,andwalkedoutofthehedge.
TheDuke’sfacehitthepavement.Hewasdead.
Rosenbergrolledthebodyoverwithhisleftshoeandthenusedhisfacetowipe offsomehorsedungthatwasstucktothebottomofhisrightshoe.Havingnow pulledhisfaceawayfromMiles’leg,poorLittleSaintGeorgescreamedashe finallyrecognizedthemanwhohadbeenwearingtheLionmask.
“Grandpa!”
Milesheldhimtighttopreventhimfromrunningovertohisgrandfather’s emasculatedanddisgracedbody.ApairofRavenswalkedupbrisklyand coveredhimwiththepurplestandard.ThentwoButcherscarriedthebodyaway onapramliketheothers.ALion,whomIthoughttobeLeopold,cameforward
withanantiqueboxthatIrecognized:theMetecoffer.Hepickedupthe diamondfromtheblackthrone,wrappeditinwhitelinen,andplaceditinsideof thebox.ThenhefollowedtheRavensoutofthehedge.
SeizedwithferocityuponhearingSt.George’spitifulwailing,Rosenberg marchedovertograbtheboybythearm.Milesactuallytriedtoholdontohim foramomentbeforeultimatelylettinggo.Itwasthefirstsignofresistanceto eitherofhisbossesthatIhadseenfromhimsofar.
RosenbergjerkedGeorgeovertothesideoftheBrazenHorse.Philippine, bleedingprofuselyfromhernow‐gapingrectum,wasconsciousstill,butseemed tobeneardeath.Iwassurethattherepeatedanalrapeshadalreadydamagedher internalorgans,andIknewthatshewouldnotlastlongwithoutmedical attention.Buthersufferingthusfarwasnothinglikewhatshewasaboutto endure.
Rosenbergtoldtheboytobowdownbeforehim.Thechildlookedup,confused, likehedidn’tunderstandthewords.Tearswerestillpouringdownhispuffyred faceashisprotrudinglowerlipquivered.
“Kneel!”Rosenbergshoutedathim.SaintGeorgelookedatMileshelplessly.
Rosenberglookedathimtoo.
“Makehimobey!”heyelled.
Milesreluctantlytookouthisgunandmotionedfortheboytogetdownonhis knees.IhadthoughtthatRosenbergjustwantedoralsex,whichhedid.Butfirst, hehadanotherdemand.
“Doyoupromisetoservemeasyourmasterfortherestofyourdays,nomatter whatfateshallbefallyou?”heasked.
“OK,”theboysaidbetweensobs.Ofcourse,hedidn’tknowwhatwas happeningorwhathadjustbeensaid.Butheknewhowtodowhathewasasked todonext.
Asthisaugustpersonageandchildofperfectinnocencebeganhissecondround offorcedfellatioinatwenty‐minuteperiod,twoNymphiandtwoLions circumambulatedbothRosenbergandConsivia,whostoodbehindthealtarand alignedwithRosenbergonhisleft.Theynowlockedeyeswitheachotherwhile
theNymphisprayedthemwithholywaterandtheLionsusedtheircensersto fumigatethem.Theviolinbeganplayingagain,butjustforafewbars.
Rosenberg
tookhisPhrygiancapoffandConsivia,aboutthreeinchestallerthanhim, reachedouttoputherhandonhishead.Thusbegananotherinvocation: Chronos,Saturnus,Sotomo,Satanas,
Cutterofthecrookedphallus!
Stercutus,Sator,Satre,Dispater,
KilleroftheCosmocrator!
PierceroftheDeathlyWomb!
RaideroftheSacredTomb!
PlowthefieldsandworktheWheels,
CrashthePillars,sealthesteal!
ConsiviareachedouttoRosenbergwithherrighthandandhebentovertograsp it.Thehandhungtherebetweenthemforaminuteastheinvocationcontinued.
ComebacktothybrideJerusalem,
ThebloodsuckingLam,theEricapaiam
Comebackandjoinyourtrueloveragain Comebackandjoinwithyourmother again Joinwithyourdaughterandjoinwithyourwife Letuspiercetheskywith thetipofyourknife!
Suddenlyalaser‐likeindigorayoflightcamedownfromtheskywithno obvioussource,droppingdownclose‐bytothesouthofus,justlikethe emissions
fromthelightorbs.Thenablackspherecameoutfromthesameplaceinthesky andtravelleddownthebeamtothebottom,beyondmyfieldofview.Abouttwo minuteslater,thatblacksphere,nowshrunkentothesizeofasoccerball,flew
outoftheconstructionchuteandontothetopofRosenberg’shead,whichwas exposedandreadytoreceiveit.
Atfirst,theonlysignthatthespirithadtakenholdofRosenbergwasthathe becamemoreviolentnowwithLittleSaintGeorge.Hebeganchokinghimwith hispenisandgruntingobscenitiesoverthechild’sgagging,muffledscreams.
Thejangleofchainscausedmetolookawayfromthisabhorrentabomination.
FourRavenswalkedinwiththreemetalpolls,somesandbags,andapairofiron chains.Theysetthemupswiftlyinfrontofthealtar,sothatonebeamwasheld upcross‐waysbytheothertwo,whichhadbasesatthebottomandwereabout ninefeethigh.Thebasesweresupportedbythesandbags.Thechainswere hungfromthecross‐beam,eachwithashackleattheend.
Consiviasteppedforwardfromthealtar,takingoffhercorkhat,andashoulder-lengthbraidofpowderygrayhairemerged,fallingdownthebackofherneck.A Raventhenbroughtherabowlofmeatandacupoftheblood‐wine,whichshe consumedquicklywithoutvisiblereaction.Sheclosedhereyesbrieflyand inhaledsharply.
Whensheopenedhereyesagain,amomentlater,theywereglowingwitha piercingsilverylight.Herneweyesscannedthecrowdintimidatingly.Sheput herhandsintheair,withhershepherd’scrookheldhighinherlefthand,and calledoutforcefullywithacommandingvoice,quietingallwhowerepresentin aninstant.
Silence!Bestill!Icommandyoutolisten!
ForIamtheHenandtheEggintheChicken!
Itisme!ThyLadyofPerpetualSprouting!
SophiaSubactrix,denyinganddoubting
Opiconsivia!MadonnaLactans!
OmnipotentMete,withtheworldinmyhands!
SpicaVirginisandMagnaMater
Co‐murderessoftheCosmocrator!
Thelinewheresheidentifiedherselfas“Opiconsivia”causedmetoseethe priestessinanewlight,foritfinallydawnedonmewhereIhadseentheLatin title Consiviabefore.Itwasfromnoneotherthanmypublishedtranslationof MysteriumBaphometisRevelatum,whereJosephvonHammer‐Purgstallwrote thathefounda“genuflectingidol,”onthebackofwhichwereengravedwords inArabiclettersthat,transliteratedandtranslated,spelledout: Sheisexalted,Mete,Consivia.Iandourracewereseven.
Mytranslator,Inowrecalled,hadputinbracketsthat consivia meant�
�shewho plants.”ItoccurredtomethatitwasanappropriatenameforReverend Springhole,whosepersonawasclearlymeanttoinvoketheroleofthewifeof Chronos/Saturn“theSower.”Butitconfusedme.
IfMetewasMetis,Imused ,asHammer‐Purgstallhadsuggested,that means shewasthewifeofZeus,notChronos.ThatwasRhea,theonetheRomans called‘Ops.’ButtheysaythatthemotherofZeusplottedagainstherhusbandto saveherson,justasGaiahaddonetosaveChronosfromOuranos.Metis schemed withZeustopoisonhisfather,beforeshemarriedhimandgoteatenby him.And somesaythatChronosactuallymarriedhismother—thatGaiaand Rheawerethe same.
Achillwentthroughmeasalloftheseerrantpiecessnappedintoplacetoforma pictureinmymind.
IwonderifMetisandRheacouldbethesametoo.Iwonderifit’sthesame goddessineverystory,alwaysplayingthesameroleswithherhusbandandher childrenineachgeneration.TheGreekscompoundedRheawithCybele,making CybelethemotherofZeus.ButCybelewasalsothemotherofAttis,andlook how shetreatedhim…
IwasabruptlysnappedoutofthiscontemplationasReverendConsivia Springholestoppedhummingandbeganstompingherrightfoottoanangry beat,whichthedrummerboyaccompaniedinperfectsynch.
IamthestoneoftheWisdomofMete
Ibaptizemyownwiththebloodfrommyteat Ibringdownthestarsfromthe
darknessofHeaven AndcutofftheheadsoftheOneandtheSeven TheNinearewithinmeaswellastheEight ForIamtheMotherofLoveandof Hate
WithStercutusmyLordIshallconsummate Destroyallbutdeathandthen regenerateAsweepinggustofwindcameinfromthesoutheast,blowingthe robesaround.RosenbergpushedGeorgeawayfromhim—thankGod—andthe boyranofftoasaferspacenearthehedge.Thencameadramaticdrumrollfrom thedrummerboy,offintheshadowsbehindme.Iwasunpreparedforwhatcame next.
TheRavensuntiedandpulledoffhergarments.Thisrevealedthepredictably boneybodyofanelderlyCaucasianwoman,withwrinkled,blanchedskin coveredinliverspots.Butthereweretwouniquefeatures.
Foronething,thebreastslookedlikeacoupleofhalvedgrapefruitssagging downatthebottomofpreviously‐overstretchedskinsacks.Theywerenotreal, andtheyhadbeenimplanteddecadesago.
Foranotherthing,thepubicregionwascompletelycoveredwithsomethinglike afree‐standingathleticsupportcup,butwithlessbulge.Thiswasremoved, revealingthattherewasnovagina,butratherawhiteplasticstomakeepinga smallholeopenaboutafinger’swidthandstickingoutaboutaquarterofan inch.
Thistoowasremoved,sothatnowjusttheholewasshowing.
ThatexplainshowRosenbergcouldbepartneredwithafemaleeventhough he hatesfemales,Irealized. Becausethisisnotanaturally‐bornfemale.
TheRavenspickedupConsiviaandputtheshacklesonherlegs.Theysether danglingupside‐downfromthecrossbeam.Icouldseethatthebowlwas ancient,anditwascoveredingrotesquereliefsofsemi‐humanfigurescontorting inmasscongress.
Asthesethingswerebeingassembled,Consivialookedonwiththemost obsceneharlequinesquegrinonherface,andhereyescontinuedtoshine praeternaturallyassheseethedwithenjoyment.Thiscouldbeheardquiteclearly
whenthemusicabruptlystopped.Allwassilentbutherbreathing,andthewind, nowgentlebutsteady.
Rosenbergstraightenedup,puthishatbackon,dippedhishandinacanof Lyle’sGoldenSyrupthatwasofferedtohimbyaRaven,andslavereditonhis whetted,palpitatingmember.Thenheusedthefirstthreefingersonhislefthand toscoopupanotherdollopoflube,whichheheldinthe ManoPanteagestureof blessingtowardsthepriestess,likeasacredoffering.
AnotherRavenbroughtthethree‐stephorsemountoverandplaceditbehindher.
Rosenbergascendedwithahop,puttinghispelvisupwithinreachofConsivia’s backside.Hewrappedeachofhisarmsaroundoneofherlegs,andtwoRavens raisedherupsothathertorso,neckandheadwerenowhorizontal.
AsRosenberginsertedhissyrup‐ladenfingerintoherurethrahole,sheinhaled sharply,thenexhaledwithalilting,blissfulsigh.Thenheheldthefirstthree fingersonhisrightsideouttohisleft,andaRaventookthecue,givinghim moreLyle’ssyrup.RosenbergusedittolubricateConsivia’sancientanus, stretchedoutandgrotesquelyprotrudingduetodecadesofabuse.Thiscaused hertosighagain.ThesesighsweretheonlyhintofConsivia’ssexualitythatwe hadsofarseen.Throughouttheorgiesuntilthatpoint,shehadbeentheonly chasteparticipant.
Butnow,possessedbywhatappearedtobethetrueconsortofSaturn,shegave herselftothehostofthatspiritwithgusto.Rosenberg’sentranceintoher rearcausedthemostpeculiarululationtocomefromConsivia’sthroat.Asthey copulated,hecontinuedtostretchoutherurethrahole,untilhewasabletoinsert twofingers,thrustingtheminandoutvigorously,toherintenseenjoyment.In-betweenmoans,theybothchantedlinesfromWilliamBlake’s Jerusalem, clippedandassembledoutofcontext:
TheStarsintheircoursesfought,theSun,Moon,Heaven,Earth Contendingfor AlbionandforJerusalemhisEmanation Abrooderofanevilday,andasun risinginblood Asunofblood‐redwrathsurroundingHeavenonallsides around, Glorious,incomprehensiblebyMortalMan,&eachchariotwasSexual Twofold
Thesoundofthembothdroningtheselinesinabsoluteperfectunisonwhile joinedinfleshsobizarrely,lookingandsoundinglikeasinglemonstrousbeing,
wasquitechilling.ThensuddenlyRosenbergrammedhisrodfurtherin,with moreviolence,growlinglikeaferociousbear.
“Ah!Oh! Paternoster!Paternoster! Oh!Ah!”Consiviascreamed.
Justliketheothersbeforehim,andasIsuspectedhewould,Rosenbergpulled outfromherbeforeejaculation,andshovedhimselfintothebackofhisadopted daughter,whobarelyreactedtotheentrancethistime.Shewasstillbreathing though,Inoted.Ialsosawthat,aboveus,theMoonhadbeenhalf-eclipsedby darkness.Asthesemenpouredin,andhispelvisquaked,heutteredamoaning, gaspingmantrainLatin,withhiseyesclosed,andhishandsclenchingtheback ofthebrazenhorse.
DixiteiSpiritusSanctussupervenietinte DixiteiSpiritusSanctussupervenietin te Concipereinanoest
Concipereinanoest
Concipereinanoest
Consivianowjoinedinaswell,nowhangingstraightupside‐downfromthe chainsagain.Asshechantedwithherpupilsrolledupintohereyelids,Lyle’s GoldenSyrupdribbledfromherbuttocksdownontotheground.
DixiteiSpiritusSanctussupervenietinte DixiteiSpiritusSanctussupervenietin te Concipereinanoest
Concipereinanoest
ThefirsttwolinesInow,withsubsequentresearch,knowtomean“Thespiritof Godshallcomeuponyou,”aquotefromthearchangelGabrieltotheVirgin Maryfoundin Luke 1:35.ThishadbeenjoinedwithaLatinphrasemeaning
“conceiveintheanus.”
IglancedupbrieflyattheMoonandnotedthatitwasfullagain,unobstructed fromview,andthatthelargerredspotinthecenterwasactivelygrowingbigger beforemyeyes.JustasthelastdropofConsivia’ssemenwassquirtedfromthe turkeybaster,aNymphustootedsixannunciatorynotesonhistrumpet,andthe cloppingofhorsehoovescouldbeheard.IlookedandsawtheLordHigh
Admiralleadinginoneofthehorsesthroughtheentrancetothehedge.
ThenIlookedbackatPhilippine.ARavenwasdaubingherwithyetanother stickysubstanceontoherbackendatbothopenings.
ForamomentIthoughtitmightbethe“flyingointment”thatIhadordered, promptedbymyunseeninformant,whichwassupposedtobemadefrom Wetzel’sfat.ButthenIsawthestallionrearupandbreakawayfromhismaster.
TheLordHighAdmiralletgoofthereigns,thenstartedclappinghishandswith excitementashewatchedwhathappenednext.
Horsehormones,Ithoughttomyself. OhGod.
Ilookedaway.Philippineshriekedrepeatedly,forafewseconds.Thenshedidn’t makeanymoresounds.Ilookeddownatmysideandmyeyesmet Chesterfield’s.HelookedtenyearsolderthanhehadwhenImethim,andin thoseeyesIsawthatapartofhissoulhaddiedthatnight.Thenhiseyesdropped down,hismouthparted,andasingletearrolleddownhischeek.Heputhis deformedhandontopofmineandsqueezedit.
Thathorsewasledaway,andthreemorewerebroughtforthinsuccession,each withatrumpetblast.Ikeptmyeyesintheotherdirection.Ionlysawthehorses arrivinganddeparting.Whenthelasthorseleftthehedge,theNymphusblewhis trumpetoncemore,andthenweheardthebellsofSt.Paul’sCathedralchiming twelvetimes.Asthechimesrangout,Consiviasoftlysangasongmadefroma setoflinesIrecognizedfromFulcanelli’salchemicaltreatise TheMystery ofthe Cathedrals.
AtmidnightaVirginmother
Bringsforththis shiningstar
Atthismiraculousmoment
WecallGodourbrother
Ilookedupatthesky.Thecloudsaroundusweredissipatingrapidly.Nowit couldbeseenthattherewasonlyonesmalllightstillhoveringnexttotheMoon, whichhadgonemostlydark,andwasnolongerwhiteatall.Therewerenow threeredspotsinthecenter,onebiggerthantheothers,andtheyactuallyseemed
tobeglowing.Itwasasifthislight—notareflectionoflightfromtheSun—was spreadingfaintlyfromtheretotheouteredgesofthelunardisc.Therestofthe Moonwascastinagradientfadingfromoldmauvetobrownish‐red,andthento black.
Iknowtheycallalunareclipsea‘bloodmoon’becauseitturnstheMoon red, I thought. Butthereisn’tsupposedtobeaneclipsetonight,it’sjustthenight beforethefullmoon.Andtherearen’tsupposedtoberedlightsglowingfrom insideofit.
Ialsonoticedanotherthing:theappearanceofthecratersonitsfaceseemedto beupside‐downfromthewayIrememberedthembeing.
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