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The Temple of MA'AT
The Adventures of
Presented October 31st at Metaversal Lightcraft
Act 1, Scene 1:
Narrator: Now I ask you, if masturbation, as perfectly enlightened people say, is natural and everybody does it, why is it the subject of so much moralizing and frustration and guilt for so many? Why, if jacking off is only a part of an initiatory process into actual sex and adulthood, did adult video sales reach 4.2 billion dollars in 2000? The God who prohibits eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge does so to prevent Adam and Eve from knowing the secrets of carnal knowledge which are allied with the secrets of generativity and creativity. This knowledge would make them like gods: powerful and independent. Sounds like a jealous god to me, and jealousy is the enemy, a roadblock to personal evolution. Sex is the evolutionary mechanism in humans that generates the unlimited power to transform ourselves. Through sex, we deal directly with the microcosmic form of the Universal energy, the coiled fire snake at the base of the spine, the embodiment of bliss, whose true nature is pure consciousness. Awakening this cosmic force demands discipline as well as active play, creative imagination and the desire to transcend the world of polarity. With masturbation, we are the lover and the beloved combined, giving and receiving, active and passive. The key to the kingdom is in your own hands, so to speak. The Egyptian creation story proceeds from an act of masturbation and so does mine. (He closes his eyes.)
I see the image of a woman and a feather
The Voice of MA'AT is heard from above and below:
The Word of the Goddess is the Seed of man.
Narrator: Ah yes. I see now a lovely Arcadian bull under a cork tree. Life to him seems a beautiful braid of eternal nowness. Pure existience. Fresh warm spring air . Smell those flowers. The inner feeling of wholeness that needs nothing external to feel better. Ferdinand, as this fine bull is known, loves to sit under the cork tree and smell the flowers. Bucolic Serenity. hhmmmmm.... This gives me an idea.
King Minos has been rather stingy with his offerings in the last few years. Since he is descended from the line of Cherubic Assyrian Bullmen from the North, lets see if there is any of that nobile selflessness left after these many generations living in Assiah. Time for a costume change...
Act 1, Scene 2:
Narrator: (in disguise) King Minos, I have brought you this, the finest Bull from my pasture because well, it is well known that you are descended from that noble line of Cherubic Assyrian Bullmen from the North, and since the time is near for the annual sacrifice it would honor me to know one of my bulls was offered up by King Minos himself. Is he not the most beautiful bull you've ever seen?
Queen Parsifae: (admiring Ferdinand with a glazed look in her eye) Check out the unit on the beast!
King Minos: Thank you kind farmer. You are right, this is the finest bull I have ever seen and would be an appropriate offering, especially from me. (Aside, to his architect) I 've already picked my sacrifice for this year. Take this beauty to the royal pasture. He'll make a fine stud.
As the Architect leads Ferdinand off, the Queen stops him.
Queen Parsifae: Oh architect, you're a clever man... I want you to build something for me. (She whispers something into his ear and a shocked look of disbelief comes over his face.)
Act 1, Scene 3:
Narrator: And so Queen Parsifae falls to lust with the heavenly bull and has the royal architect build her some furniture to, how should we say... to get it right on. King Minos, also with an eye for beauty and its value, replaces the offering of Ferdinand with a bull less desirable -- one he can afford to give up -- and in the months that follow, things go from bad to worse.
Servant: Good night at the poker table sire?
King Minos:I lost my royal shirt, my kingdom is in chaos, my back is killing me, and my wife pays no attention to me... I wonder what it is she does in this part of the palace at this hour of the night. Unlock this door immediately!
Servant: Yes, sire. (He unlocks the door.)
King Minos: (looking in the open door) Oy Vey!!! And with my precious bull -- arrrgggh -- Stabbing pain in my chest -- loss of sensitivity in the extremities -- can't go on describing symptoms much longer -- (falls to the floor) -- is that going where I think it is -- I didn't think that was possible -- Boy, come closer -- you must tell the royal Architect to do something to hide my shame. Build an edifice to my people to mask my greed -- oh, and lose the bull! (He dies.)
Servant: (unable to divert his eyes from the scene in the room) Yes sire, I will tell the architect to mask your people and build a edifice to your greed to lose the bull -- or was that a hiding place to mask -- is that going where I think it is --
Act 2, Scenes 1=3 and 2=0
Narrator: Act 2, in where Innana, the sister of Parsifae, goes to an underground nightclub with her servant, Frog, to attend the funeral of her sister's husband. Club Labyrinth has been constructed ironically as a memorial to Minos. And this, the opening night after-party, is where the shadow shines. At each of seven doors she is stripped of her robes, her garments, her jewelry. What comes after the last door is a suprise, a boundless expanse full of unprecedented uncertainty, with apparently no inside and no outside, no above and no below, no here and no there, no mine and thine, no good and no bad.
I think we should turn round 'bout now
Frog: But here is the last door my lady...
Inaana: (reading a sign hanging on nothing) Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invemies Occultum Lapidem. What does that mean?
Frog: Visit the Interior of the Earth and by Rectification thou shalt find the hidden Stone.
Narrator: (dressed as a Doorman, startling them from out of nowhere)
We been waiting for you, so hurry on up
They enter the club and are astonished by the depravity they encounter.
If I should say, "this is so cool,
This is the labyrinth of flesh
Baby sister, so good to see you
Sister is that you? what's happened? what's wrong?
Fuck you little brat
If sweetness is my sin sublime
A series of interactive psycho-sexual Cabaret Acts unfold (of unspecified duration). When it is time, the play resumes.
Frog: (to Ferdinand)
What can I do to secure her release?
Commiserate! Become her pain
Queen Parsifae: (in agony) Oh woe is me!
Frog: I see, I see !
What do you see, you little turd?
I know dark queen your pain is deep
what sayeth you?
Innana: (to Ferdinand) What is he doing?
Ferdinand: The purpose of mirroring the critical factors is to increase the rate of feedback, helping us all to become more "self-aware" of success in our work to heal a network of critical shadow areas. In so doing, we will establish a precedent for friends willing to take action to help friends succeed in energetically ringing the spin information they need from their environment. Mirror loops are like a ringing grid antenna specifically entrained when the glandular electricities of human emotion become harmonically fractal or recursive (the frequency signature makes a pretty cascade-like fourier series, all lined up and dancing in phase). The more ordered ringing begins with what is called the Schumann resonance, which then sets up a harmonic series in the very same range of ELF harmonics we are finding in the heart power spectra accompanying human compassion.
I know dark queen your pain is deep
Here with out warning, the end of my tether
Innana: But how do we get out of here?
Ferdinand: Focus on the rhythm of the breath to accomplish this: The depth of each succeeding breath moves toward stillness in a perfect damped sine wave, as the thoughts approach the stillness of pure principle by the same path. When you feel the connection, you find your breath at zero, till you have folded as much spin into yourself as you can hold. Then repeat: There's no place like home, There's no place like home, There's no place like home...
Epilogue in Arcadia
Narrator: As the dawn sun breaks over sleepy green pastures...
An excited young bull: Ferdinand, did you see, did you see, there is at least a hundred females in the valley this morning. Let's run down there and fuck one of them.
Ferdinand: No, we'll walk down there and fuck'em all.
Narrator: (to audience)
Keep an open heart and mind and in everyone you will find
WILL WHAT THOU LOVE SHALL BE THE POINT OF THE WHOLE.
THE PROPHET OF THE PRETTY STAR
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