| Part two of nine |
| The old man hobbled into the center of the crypt and stood before a black stone obelisk, cubic and bevelled at the edges. It glinted like a gun in the hand of James Earl Ray, like a metal seed sown into Lee Harvey Oswald's numbed mind. The dead King prostrated himself before the obelisk, and crawling forth, commenced running his hands across it, mumbling and grumbling some hoary incantation. To be charitable, let�s call it mewling. Then entered a kindly matron in a white gown, draped by a scarlet shawl. A long silver stake held her hair in a bun. As she crossed the crypt�s threshold, her flesh melted, and her teeth turned into hollow diamonds, sharp and ravenous as a bargefull of Mammon�s demons. She was the Queen of Swords, stripped of her makeup. In her left hand she held a trident, and in her right the infant sons of the nation. The boys were wound like a ball of baby snakes, writhing and contorting in her palm. Occasionally she lifted the children to her mouth and took a bite, and when she did, the dark mass screamed, and the old man laughed and laughed, his codpiece jiggling a'glee.. �Witness you now the Empowered Witch!� cried he. �All bow down before sovereign justice, moral and pure! We genuflect before thee, O Princess Hag. Thy voice harbors Livia, queen of Augustus. Hail, Queen Hilary! Protectress of the oppressed!� The Toxic King then boosted his mistress atop the obelisk, where she promptly hiked up her skirts and began a�humping. The decrepit King, ludicrously, grasped his codpiece, feverishly masturbating in impotence. Blood ran down the smooth sides of the obelisk. The White Queen took another bite of boyflesh, threw back her head, and howled in ecstasy. Like her mate, she was quite dead, and quite unconcerned with this fact. Ah, yes, me droogies. Four decades hence, and there they yet remain. Here we are, in the years. Spellbound still, slaves to the Empowered Witch and her drone, the Toxic King. High on power they are, hungry as barn rats, dead as the nails in Caesar�s casket. And what of the girl and the boy? Last night, I dreamt them again. They are still in the forest, hidden from the necromantic jaws of our �leaders.� So let�s have a closer look at the Witch�s little dildo niger, and see what its tale tells us. Omphali (obelisks) are usually black stones, objects sacred to many nations -- including England, France and the entire Islamic world. Black meteorites, as �celestial messengers,� are particularly powerful foci for collective energy, representing in occultism the fallen Host both in its imprisoned state and in its sovereign element as archons, or �princes,� over the nations. The Ka�bah (also, Caaba) temple at Mecca contains the world�s most famous known omphalos. Secreted within the Ka�bah behind a dark shroud is the black stone, Hajar al-Aswad, holy of holies of Islam. Ka�bah (der., kube or kuba) means cube, or a cube-shaped enclosure, and thus suggests dimensional quaternity � the �future fourth dimension,� if you will. The Hajar al-Aswad is the shrine towards which all adherents of Islam must daily turn and pray, and around which the, er, �patriarchs� of Islam circumambulate in veneration. The Ka�bah monolith is also known as the �Mother of Villages� and the �Tomb of Our Mother Eve.� Even in the heart of Islam, it seems, �It takes a village.� Ka�bah also relates to kaballah -- Judaic mysticism, in its various forms and practices. An early form of the Goddess Cybele�s name may have been Kubaba, suggesting the Sumerian �wildman� Humbaba -- the forest guardian who battles and later befriends Gilgamesh at the onset of �patriarchy,� and is �tamed� by a �sacred prostitute.� Cybele�s black aerolite was brought from Phrygia to Rome in 204 B.C.E., where she was worshipped in the streets as �Mother of the Romans� in what was supposedly the most �patriarchal� civilization in history. Kinda like our current �patriarchies,� eh me droogs? At one Neolithic site in Anatolia, a cube-shaped stone used in matriarchal Goddess-worship was found. The cults of Aphrodite, Artemis and Cybele are all associated with stones, and pre-Islamic Mecca was almost certainly a shrine of the Great Goddess, the Ka�bah omphalos �belonging� to her, and simultaneously personifying her -- even as Isis owns the phallus of Osiris, even as masculinity serves Woman, always and everywhere, despite fictions to the contrary. As Joseph Campbell was fond of remarking: �Woman is life. Man is the servant of life.� Old Joe should have ventured out from behind the comfy confines of professorship at Sarah Lawrence College (females only, dontcha know, how very �undiverse�) and gotten down in the dirt with me and the bros for a few years. He�d have discovered just how menial a �servant� that �man� really is. Anyway. The Islamic priests attending the Ka�bah omphalos are known as Beni Shaybah, �Sons of the Old Woman.� Stop. Read that last sentence again. Let it sink in, and know the Crone that knows you. Islam, supposedly the last vestige of organized �patriarchy� on the planet -- a religion the West considers massively oppressive of women � in its secret heart of hearts worships a Goddess idol. |
| The Witch-King and America's Dreaming Mind |