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knelt down to wash my face in the pond. As I saw my own reflection—this time in the sunlight—a horrible realization filled my mind.
My destiny is to be a fugitive, I thought. Fantastically changed by my experiences, I can never rejoin the human race.
‘People would not understand,’ I whispered. ‘Doubting my story, they will put me in a madhouse or a circus.’
Another Strange Dream: Death, Sperm, And Gods
Exhausted by my experiences, I must have blacked out. Once again, I had the oddest of dreams. It was both beautiful and terrifying.
In the dream, I awakened to find myself in northern Egypt. I was in a fabled city, the place where the head of the great Osiris was buried.
‘Hail Osiris!’ shouted a voice. ‘Thou art older, better, truer!’ The dismembered bodies of Palestinian gods—their faces frozen in the dry orgasm of death—were scattered everywhere. Obviously the victims of violence—the gods had been stabbed, strangled, burned—the remains were already beginning to decompose in the desert sun.
Two dogs, the symbols of loyalty, were guarding the divine cadavers. Meanwhile, flesh flies were busily laying their eggs in noses, mouths, and ears of the corpses. Already, some of the eggs had produced maggots.
I diverted my eyes from the scene of death—far from the city—and I saw the plushly female breasts of Mother Nature. Young and fresh and beautiful beyond imagination, around her there were no plants without flowers or trees without fruit.
Amun-Ra—the creator god of the Egyptians—was standing above the open thighs of Mother Nature. Muscular and bronzed—with beautiful tattoos on his sunburnt flesh— Amun-Ra had a great phallus which stretched across the void of space.
With North African lewdness, Amun-Ra began to masturbate. A peevish god named Iavoth wanted to stop him—in magic, Iavoth was the demon of spurious guilt—but Iavoth failed in his efforts. Sterile and anaemic, Iavoth was too weak and too dead to prevail.
Now I understand, I thought in the dream. In the dead soil of my soul, I understood the truth.
Rubbing his blood-swollen organ—shamelessly seething with life—Amun-Ra ejaculated into the darkness. His vehement discharge—his eruption of white and sticky sperm—squirted against the black skin of the sky goddess.
The origin of all things, the semen of god became the Milky Way.
Chapter IV The Question Of Madness
‘Every thought, however swiftly suppressed, has its effect on the mind.’
Aleister Crowley (1875-1947) ‘In short, the nature of the hallucinations of Jesus, as they are described in the orthodox Gospels, permits us to conclude that the founder of the Christian religion was afflicted with religious paranoia.’
Charles Binet-Sangle (1868-1941)
My Time In A Homeless Shelter
When I eventually regained consciousness, I found myself in some sort of ‘Homeless Shelter.’ Thankfully, I remained in the human world.
Dressed in cotton pajamas—sitting in a red arm-chair—I still possessed the manuscript, but my weapon was gone. If the monsters find me here, I thought, I will fight. I will use fists, feet, and teeth.
Exhausted, I tried to fall back into sleep, but it was impossible. The smell of sickness—the stench of sweat and medicine— kept me awake.
My Contact With Insane People
Vagrants and human oddities—the excrements of society— were everywhere in the shelter. Judging from their inexplicable outbursts, most of them were obviously and utterly insane.
An effeminate boy—a strange creature with a male physique and female body language—was a special nuisance. Claiming he was the reincarnation of Pope Julius III—a homosexual pope—the boy kept touching himself in a quasi-masturbatory fashion.
‘Behold the miracle!’ he exclaimed, as he indecently exposed himself. ‘Hardened by desire, behold the resurrection of the flesh!’
Next to him was a fresh-faced girl named Lyssa. She claimed to be a rape victim, but I noticed evidence of
My destiny is to be a fugitive, I thought. Fantastically changed by my experiences, I can never rejoin the human race.
‘People would not understand,’ I whispered. ‘Doubting my story, they will put me in a madhouse or a circus.’
Another Strange Dream: Death, Sperm, And Gods
Exhausted by my experiences, I must have blacked out. Once again, I had the oddest of dreams. It was both beautiful and terrifying.
In the dream, I awakened to find myself in northern Egypt. I was in a fabled city, the place where the head of the great Osiris was buried.
‘Hail Osiris!’ shouted a voice. ‘Thou art older, better, truer!’ The dismembered bodies of Palestinian gods—their faces frozen in the dry orgasm of death—were scattered everywhere. Obviously the victims of violence—the gods had been stabbed, strangled, burned—the remains were already beginning to decompose in the desert sun.
Two dogs, the symbols of loyalty, were guarding the divine cadavers. Meanwhile, flesh flies were busily laying their eggs in noses, mouths, and ears of the corpses. Already, some of the eggs had produced maggots.
I diverted my eyes from the scene of death—far from the city—and I saw the plushly female breasts of Mother Nature. Young and fresh and beautiful beyond imagination, around her there were no plants without flowers or trees without fruit.
Amun-Ra—the creator god of the Egyptians—was standing above the open thighs of Mother Nature. Muscular and bronzed—with beautiful tattoos on his sunburnt flesh— Amun-Ra had a great phallus which stretched across the void of space.
With North African lewdness, Amun-Ra began to masturbate. A peevish god named Iavoth wanted to stop him—in magic, Iavoth was the demon of spurious guilt—but Iavoth failed in his efforts. Sterile and anaemic, Iavoth was too weak and too dead to prevail.
Now I understand, I thought in the dream. In the dead soil of my soul, I understood the truth.
Rubbing his blood-swollen organ—shamelessly seething with life—Amun-Ra ejaculated into the darkness. His vehement discharge—his eruption of white and sticky sperm—squirted against the black skin of the sky goddess.
The origin of all things, the semen of god became the Milky Way.
Chapter IV The Question Of Madness
‘Every thought, however swiftly suppressed, has its effect on the mind.’
Aleister Crowley (1875-1947) ‘In short, the nature of the hallucinations of Jesus, as they are described in the orthodox Gospels, permits us to conclude that the founder of the Christian religion was afflicted with religious paranoia.’
Charles Binet-Sangle (1868-1941)
My Time In A Homeless Shelter
When I eventually regained consciousness, I found myself in some sort of ‘Homeless Shelter.’ Thankfully, I remained in the human world.
Dressed in cotton pajamas—sitting in a red arm-chair—I still possessed the manuscript, but my weapon was gone. If the monsters find me here, I thought, I will fight. I will use fists, feet, and teeth.
Exhausted, I tried to fall back into sleep, but it was impossible. The smell of sickness—the stench of sweat and medicine— kept me awake.
My Contact With Insane People
Vagrants and human oddities—the excrements of society— were everywhere in the shelter. Judging from their inexplicable outbursts, most of them were obviously and utterly insane.
An effeminate boy—a strange creature with a male physique and female body language—was a special nuisance. Claiming he was the reincarnation of Pope Julius III—a homosexual pope—the boy kept touching himself in a quasi-masturbatory fashion.
‘Behold the miracle!’ he exclaimed, as he indecently exposed himself. ‘Hardened by desire, behold the resurrection of the flesh!’
Next to him was a fresh-faced girl named Lyssa. She claimed to be a rape victim, but I noticed evidence of
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