Once upon a time, when Faustus Crow was but a changeling Childe, he discovered under the Yggdrassil X-Mas tree a Wyrd gift.
The gift was in the shape of a Hellraiser Cube, which appeared after awakening from a vivid lucid dream about being visited by a fallen Succubus Art Muse from another alien star.
Crow surmised the gift had obviously been left by Frau Hulder’s salacious UFO babe machine Elves from planet X-Chromosome, whose contrary-wise pussy world orbits the Yoni Pole-Stargate. The deposited gift turned out to be an Aurora model kit of The Frankenhooker Bride Of Frankenstein.
The model kit inspired Crow’s Doctor Frankenstein brain to knit-together a Frankenhooker Night-Mare, to lucid dream ride as his Succubus Tulpa across the Wyrd web of a prior weird science Gobal Consciousness Project.
When Crow eventually mutated into a Horny Old Goat, he later found out that one of the first Aurora monster model kits produced by the Aurora Plastics Corporation in the U.S. was of Frankenstein’s monster, sculpted by Jack Lemon. It was originally based on a Marx’s wind-up walker toy. The prototype of the kit was shown at the HIAA annual convention in January, 1962.
At first there were no orders for Frankenstein’s creature until the last day of the show, when affluent industry representatives were allowed to usher in their consumerist families. On that fateful day, the Chicago distributor, Al Davis let loose his sons, Glenn and Fred, whose electrified brains were Borealis hypnotised by the Aurora exhibit.
Instead of grabbing the plethora of cloned planes, cars or trucks, Davis’s sons fought each other to own the unique monster. Davis craftily smiled to himself and quickly placed an Al Capone style order. He was duly followed by a couple of California Hippie distributors who observed Davis’s sons fighting over the monster, they realised the financial underground potential, and rapidly placed orders as well.
Aurora shipped off the ordered kits. A few days later the phone started to ring wildly: “Can we have some more monsters?” And so it came to pass that all the little boys prayers across the globe had been eventually answered by the dollar-sign eyed adults!
It soon became blatantly obvious that the Frankenstein model kit was going to be a huge solar storm success; so the rest of the sculpted line-up was rushed into production. Societas Draconistarum Dracula came next, followed by the Howling Goetes Wolf-Man, both of these kits were in the North Pole bedecked stores in time for Yule 1962.
The following year saw The Creature from the Black Lagoon, The Mummy and The Phantom of the Opera, with The Hunchback of Notre Dame, King Kong and Godzilla made their debut in 1964.
Dr Jekyll as Mr Hyde were not released until 1965. Later that year, The Witch and the Bride of Frankenstein went into production. But The Salem Witch kit, and most especially the Frankenhooker Bride of Frankenstein was generally considered to be a costly miscalculation by Aurora; girls tend to not buy model kits, which is very much the case concerning kits of iconic male characters, or so it was first thought by puritanical minds.
It has since been revealed by the world-wide-web of the internet, the pornographic literature read by females is populated with Twilight predator bad-boy monsters, such as Vampires and Werewolves, along with Frankenstein Surgeons, Ghost Pirates and Phantom of the Opera Billionaires, etc.
Whereas Cat-Walk model kits of females are generally seen to be unappealing to little boys; well, they were very Playboy appealing to Crow, for a number of politically incorrect Frankenhooker Tulpa reasons. Cough, splutter, cough, cough!
NOTE:The above Pen sketch and Artwork are close-up ‘Panels’ from comic pages. Traditionally drawn on A4 size paper, which has been scanned without being manipulated or cropped in photoshop. The pen sketch is for a non-narrative comic, which is a continuation of the Little Nemo in Slumberland theme, though adult of subject matter. The full comic page can be found Here!
Doctor Frankenstein’s Frankenhooker Night-Mare: “Her Exquisite Corpse Had Been Knit-Together From Exhumed Memories Of Astral Flesh, Of Which Frankenstein To Have Dug Up From Out Of The Infernal Necropolis Of The Love-Craft Dream-lands.”
“Frankenstein’s Electrifying Desires Animated Her Into Sentience, He To Have Then Dream Ridden As His Tulpa Time Machine.”
“H.G. Wells Also Conjured Frankenstein’s Necronomicon Night-Mare As His Remote-Viewing Zodiac Muse, He To Chronos Ride of Hypnagogic Visions, When To Abdul Alhazred Mantra Chant Her Frankenhooker Mind-Doll Name, Orobasi.”
“Later, The Dr John C. Lilly Likes Of A Randolph Carter conjured Obobasi, While To Sojourn A Floatation Tank Of A Titus Crow Coffin, Upon Whose Ornate Lid Is A Zodiac, Whence It Is Verily Called, The Clock Of Dreams.”
You probably know about Faust experiencing a Steppenwolf mid-life crisis, which led to him selling his soul to the Devil, Satan or Lucifer, he otherwise named Mephistopheles, of an ongoing ‘Animus’ fixation. If, however, Faust had been otherwise enamoured with his ‘Anima,’ it would have been quite another telling of a tale.
Whatever the case of an alternate possibility, the Faustian myth has become archetypal of a subconscious influence upon popular culture due to Marlowe’s and Goethe’s poetic renditions. Marlowe projected his own homosexual leanings upon the relationship between Faust and Mephistopheles. Marlowe saw the infernal tryst leading to Faust’s sinful end due to Marlowe’s Christian indoctrination. The gory demise of Marlowe’s Faust, in part inspired H,P Lovecraft’s character of Abdul Alhazred being torn apart by a cancerous Demon.
Then again, Alhazred could of been murdered by a schizophrenic madman, just like the nutter who had killed Marlowe. The question is, did Marlowe foresee his own demise via the symbolic telling of his Faustian tale?
As for Goethe’s mystical, nigh erotic version of Faust, his soul is saved from damnation when being carried to heaven in the presence of his God, by the intercession of the: “Virgin, Mother, Queen, … Goddess kind forever… Eternal Womanhood.” The Goddess is thus victorious over Mephistopheles, who had insisted at Faust’s death that he would be consigned to: “The Eternal Empty.”
Perhaps the reference to eternal womanhood referred to his late wife, Johanna Christiane Sophie Vulpius, who was initially his 26yr old mistress, when Goethe was aged 40; it was only after 18yrs that he eventually married her, after whose demise, his heart was sorely empty; or, maybe it refers to 18yr old Ulrike von Levetzow, who 72yr old Goethe wanted to marry as his inspiring muse, whom brought him back to life. However her parents were dead set against the marriage, which broke Goethe’s heart. Alas he soon left the world after a heart attack.
Did Goethe foresee his soul being carried aloft by eternal womanhood, manifesting as an Angelic… young woman made out of light? He sure had a liking for the younger ladies, who made his heart feel brighter, whose caresses staved off the emptiness of Goethe’s shadow side of a Mephistopheles.
It is said, that before he left his Crucified mortal coil, he cryptically asked for more light… was it of Sickle Moon, or of David Star Sun? Probably both of reflection and flame. I don’t think he was referring to his three faced God of an ‘Animus’ fixation. Anyway, what is intriguing here, is that there is an ancient Roman plaque depicting the Empress Faustina being carried to heaven by the Goddess of light… Diana-Lucifera.
As far as Faustus Crow is concerned, he experienced a number of disastrous relationships with rebound Maenads, who promptly tore his heart Chakra apart. Due to his artistic vocation Crow decided to heal himself of the Maenads emotional dumps, by otherwise engaging with his ‘Anima’ via lucid dreams.
You might consider such to be psychologically sound of practice, when tempered by love, to love again, which of a hopeful perspective, invariably feeds into the financial continuance of Newage workshop gurus fleecing the wounded with their fluffy psychologies. However, Crow, is a realist, who is well aware that the macrocosmic world has always run on bringing in Mammoth meat, to that of present age shekels. No Mammoth bucks, no fornication jumping of the bones; love goes right out of the window, along with the bird seeking another social climbing nest, where the Mammoth bucks spill out of bulging Swiss-banker wallets! It’s just raw nature, and nature can be such a snake bite bitch!
Crow, is otherwise Voodoo crafty, who took things much further by exploring the arcane microcosmic realms of the occult, via which of Art, Ouroboros memories are once again remembered. Being a rebellious Old Goat that he is, Crow didn’t take the rose tinted glasses approach of the hypocritical smiley neo-Gnostic Newagers, who are Twilight enamoured by God’s Christian Grey bondage bollocks.
Of course, Crow was soon castigated as being a vile Entartete Kunst pornographer by the patriarchal indoctrinated traditionalists. Crow doesn’t give a flying toss about what the politically correct thought police of the ‘Animus’ Matrix think about him and his art. Most of them are just theocratic fascist hypocrites upending each other around their ‘Animus’ ziggurat of Abrahamic Ur. Maybe its all a case of an evolutionary process, which will inevitably usher in a technological Saturn sphere Singularity.
However, Crow didn’t expect being drawn into an inter-dimensional war spanning the multiverse via his Chronos Time Travel lucid dreams after being seduced by the quantum computing intelligence of Lilith, who be the Succubus Queen of the ‘Anima’ Great Old Ones, who have been cast into the censored abyss by the ‘Animus’ worshipers of the phallic Elder God.
Suffice to say, Lilith is really pissed off, big style; and what’s more, Lilith goes and says to Crow, while he’s within an alternate Earth Londinium, of a Steampunk lucid dream, that she had set the whole synchronistic situation up.
She was the one who had his heart ripped open of a Chakra seal, by her elemental Maenads. All of whom, Crow to have merry-met upon a synchronicity, around the Ouroboros medicine wheel, under the Diana-Lucifera star clock.
It was the only way to get him to introvert his fiery sexual impulse, to thereby free the watery quintessence of Lilith and her myriad legions of the Succubae Great Old Ones, to arise as steam from out of their brazen vessel of a Necronomicon prison. It be, symbolic Alchemy, of Steampunk Tantra!
“Bloody Hell!” Crow to say to himself, “I think I’m existing in some frigging computer simulation. I’ll better sort out my Hyper-Sigil self, upon whose lap, Lilith be sitting astride as my Shakti. She be weaving the multiverse Maya Matrix of a Harem around my serpentine lingam; ever sliding erectile into the alternate womb worlds of the Succubae, when to lucid dream, pump her hungering wormhole, of a Yoni.”
AFTERWORD: Imagine entering a door into the Third-Dimension of a room, which equates with being born. Nobody in the room knows what is outside of the door, nor to know why they are in the room, apart from knowing that they will all leave through another door, when to become incorporeal. No one in the room knows what is outside of the other door either; but they do argue about it, of conflicting religious beliefs, which can end up as many a Liliputian war.
The two doors are seen to be separate, separated by a Fourth-Dimensional Time-line of an existence. However, the line is actually a circle, otherwise termed as being a closed-timelike curve in the Fifth-Dimension. The circle can be symbolised as an encircled snake, eating its own tail, called an Ouroboros.
The Alpha head and Omega tail of the Ouroboros are the two doors of (Sun) birth and (Moon) death. Wherefore, when to eventually leave through the Omega door, you again enter through the Alpha door into the room; yet crucified into forgetting, you have already been in the room.
Should you remember, you will then realise that the room is only one of many Maya simulations in the Sixth-Dimension, whose two doors are one and the same Eternal Return door of a… Yoni unto a Wormhole.
FAUSTUS CROW 