Imagine you had a surreal dream about a Bunny Girl wearing a White Rabbit costume who points at two spheres, one here on Earth, the other in the Andromeda galaxy. It’s a long trip from one sphere to the other upon the background of space, which is expanding faster than light.
But the spectral Bunny Girl indicates there’s a shortcut: You can walk into the sphere on your Earth and moments later walk out of the sphere in Andromeda. That’s the Bunny Girl’s Rabbit hole of a wormhole.
When to follow the Bunny Girl’s flicking tail, she reveals that her Yoni wormhole also allows for time-travel. “You can go into the future or into the past using traversable wormholes,” said astrophysicist Eric W. Davis, of the EarthTech International Institute for Advanced Studies at Austin.
There are no pointlike electric charges, the physicist John Wheeler once proclaimed; rather, “electric field lines can thread the mouth of a wormhole. What looks to you like an electron is actually a tiny wormhole mouth.”
If you were small enough, you could slide inside the electron and emerge from a positron far away, such as Andromeda.
It just so happens your dreams are made up of spun electrons, and when lucid within the dream, your consciousness is small enough to (OOBE) Out Of Body Experience slide into the wormhole mouth of an electron.
Ancient Shamans speak of an inner tunnel, others to have inadvertently experienced when experiencing a (NDE) Near Death Experince, which can be seen as a wormhole.
Shamans claim that their consciousness can consciously enter the inner tunnel when accesseing hypnagogic trance unto dreams, which allows ingress into other worlds.
The Shamans symbolically equate the inner uterine tunnel with the vagina, which can also symbolically manifest as an entrance into a womb cave, or doorways, hallways, windows, mirrors, whirlpools and Wizard Of Oz whirlwinds within Surrealist dreams.
It gives a new slant on Santa Claus zipping in and out of chimneys, who is essentially a Wizard of Oz Shaman. Hence you have Alice, who fell down a Rabbit hole into multiverse Wonderland.
The question is, who is the White Rabbit? If you have a highly advanced ancient civilisation frequenting a distant galaxy, which exists in the present, the far distant past, or far flung future, a time-travelling denizen of the other galaxy, or even that of an alternate Earth existing within a parallel universe, may be communicating via a vaginal wormhole tunnel within your electron dreams.
Sounds absolutely crazy doesn’t it, until you realise that your quantum computing brain is far more advanced than a quantum computer, whose multiverse computations are based upon the spin of an electron, which act as inner-space wormhole doorways into other worlds.
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Should the Oglala Lakota warrior, visionary mystic and Shaman, whose name is Tȟašúŋke Witkó (‘His-Horse-Is-Crazy’ or ‘His-Horse-Is-Spirited’) generally known as Crazy Horse (ca. 1840 – 1877), had foreseen that his name was to be later adopted by Le Crazy Horse Saloon, or Le Crazy Horse de Paris, his Black and White pinto Mare named Inyan, may have become even crazier.
Then again, perhaps that is why Crazy Horse’s Surrealist Night-Mare was Chaos Magic Art Muse crazy.
Crazy Horse is a Parisian cabaret known for its artistic stage shows, performed by nude female dancers, a Tibetan Bonpo Tantric Buddhist would equate with Dakinis, who to dance around the four elemental quarters of their medicine wheel, which is curiously similar to the native American medicine wheel.
Crazy Horse also features a diverse range of magical acts and esoteric variety ‘turns’ between each Tantric show.
Its visionary owners have helped to create related shows in other power place cities around the dodecahedron globe , followed by unrelated businesses, which to have used the name of Crazy Horse as well.
The Crazy Horse of Art central Paris occupies former wine cellars (12 in all of Zodiac number, which have been knocked together) of an impressive Haussmanian building at 12 Avenue George-V (from the British king George V, in French “George Cinq”).
Suffice to say it is situated at a power place of historical importance, which isn’t too far away, as the Crow flies, from the Belphégor pyramid of the Musee du Louvre.
Should the Crow to fly a little further along the Yoni Rose line, you will duly find the rubedo door of the grand Art lodge of the Les Humanoïdes Associés, which is a French publishing house specialising in comics and graphic novels.
The Art lodge was founded in December 1974 by the sorcerer Artists, Mœbius Giraud, Jean-Pierre Dionnet, Philippe Druillet and Bernard Farkas in order to publish their highly influential grimoire, Métal Hurlant, which quickly expanded to include a variety of erotic orientated science fiction work.
Métal Hurlant in English means, Howling Metal. By the way, the Greek term, ‘Goetia’ means, Howling, as in to Howl out barbarous mantras, just as Allen Ginsberg Howled out his performance Art, Howl poem.
Métal Hurlant was considered to be not only rebellious, but also revolutionary of the ninth Art Muse comic book artform at the time, chiefly due to its adult focus on the sci-fi genre, which was an Entartete Kunst rebellion against the spandex superhero media empire of America.
The Entartete Kunst grimoire inspired many generations of authors and filmmakers, such as Ridley Scott for his film Blade Runner.
Not too long after Métal Hurlant’s debut, the American’s created their own Howling grimoire version of Métal Hurlant, which was renamed, Heavy Metal, whose Art lodge is based in the H.P Lovecraft landscape of Easthampton, Massachusetts.
However, top-shelf Heavy Metal has since become a politically correct thought police morass of lower shelf Disney/Marvel fare, whose present editor is the superhero industry giant, Grant Morrison. Gone are the days, when Heavy Metal had the Entartete Kunst Métal Hurlant edge.
It isn’t too hard to imagine the original rebellious Métal Hurlant Artists frequenting the Crazy Horse, which had been opened by Alain Bernardin along the Yoni Rose Line in 1951. Bernardin personally ran the Crazy Horse for decades until his death by suicide in 1994. The Crazy Horse Tantric Dakinis may have been deliberately chosen to be indistinguishable upon the medicine wheel stage, in height, breast size and Palaeolithic Venus figurine shape in the past.
But now they have a more diverse group of Goetia Girls, all of whom are gymnastic of Dakini form and very Necronomicon skilled in their grimoire Muse Art.
Along with its Dakinis, the Crazy Horse has also been a popular coven venue for many other Performance Artists, including Avadhuta magicians, Heyoka jugglers, and Yogic mimes.
Bernardin, like a sorcerer, explained that he loved magic because it corresponded with his ‘mystical vision’:
“Magic is a dream. There is no show that is more dreamlike than a magic show. And what we do with the girls is magic, too, because they aren’t as beautiful as you see them onstage. It’s the magic of lights and costumes. These are my dreams and fascinations that I put onstage.”
Under new shareholders, and new management from 2005, Crazy Horse started to feature prestigious Artists Performance Art stripping, for a limited number of Tantric shows, including Dita Von Teese, Carmen Electra, Aria Cascaval, Arielle Dombasle or Pamela Anderson.
The new management also hired Philippe Decouflé as choreographer; Kelly Brook became a Métal hurlant Crazy Horse Dakini in the fall of 2012.
Perhaps Bernardin was originally seeking to spiritualise the symbolism of various fetish costumes worn by his ‘Anima’ Mares of the Night, who as Dakini Art Muses would inspire politically incorrect Tantric lucid dreams.
Wherein of the dream the Dakinis are ridden as shaman Crazy Horses into other Métal hurlant realities.
Whether such was the actual case of symbolic Alchemy, is of course debatable. But a ridden Crazy Horse Art Muse, knows no Night-Mare visionary limits, who as a Coyote spirit girl knows how to Tantric dance around the Dakini dream wheel.
As for (Tȟašúŋke Witkó) Crazy Horse he was very likely Coyote wise to the fact that the European invaders weak spot is their insane belief in a jealous God, which of an ancestral-self-identity had been appropriated from another people, Carl Jung would term as an ‘Animus’ fixation.
Whereby Crazy Horse’s Heyoka ghost would Coyote conjure the Fallen ‘Anima’ and her (Succubae) Succubi Dakini emanations of an artistic rebellion, around the dodecahedron globe.
The spirit of Crazy Horse might just relate via a Ouija board, “the wand of a virile paint brush is mightier than the castrated gun.”
Belphegor is one of the few Grimoire entities who is said to appear as a young Velvet Buzzsaw girl. She is known as being a daemon of discoveries and of ingenious inventions who also bestows wealth.
But as per usual, the Velvet Buzzsaw female manifestation is seen to be but a ruse in the patriarchal Playgirl Grimoires of an ‘Animus’ fixation.
Whereupon Belphegor is commonly listed as being a butch male entity, who is disparagingly depicted as ‘bearded’ demon seated upon a (water convenience) lavatory.
Said demon is commonly classified as being once worshipped by the Moabites as Baalphegor on Mount Phegor where there be no spicy Velvet Buzzsaw girls in sight.
Whereby the classic Grimoire image of constructed political propaganda has been engineered as a cultural slur, which can of course be easily reversed of an anti-viral meme, to look like, say, Velvet Buzzsaw Kate Moss.
Although if you had done so during Aleister Crowley’s era, who to have otherwise conjured up the butch Incubi archetypes of the deified ‘Animus,’ made as a God and Devil, while at Boleskine House, you would most assuredly be considered to be far more wicked than Crowley ever was. Hence Crowley never went that far beyond a patriarchal Ring-Pass-Not!
Some of the ‘Animus’ fixated Rabbis even claim that Belphegor must be worshipped, when frequenting your bathroom, with offerings, being the residue of your digestive waste; failing that, accidentally, on purpose, cutting yourself, while shaving off your ‘beard’ over a chalice of a sink, to then watch your blood dribbling down the drain of an offering.
If you believe this to be true, then you have been well and truly shafted up your Abrahamic anal tract! So, on wards and upwards of a Néo Belphégor anti-viral Velvet Buzzsaw meme.
Let’s get this straight, it was never a case of worshipping crap; it has far more to do with thinking clearly via self-analysis in order to rid your mind of ‘crappy’ thoughts, which is engaged in so as to attain a creative state of a brainstorming Theta brainwave, to kick-start your ‘quantum computing’ brain to tune into alternate possibilities.
Although admittedly, on many an occasion you might just find yourself to Archimedes cry “Eureka” after dumping a base-Chakra battleship, rather than to do so, when sojourning in your floatation tank of a Kings sarcophagus, brimming over with murky soap bubbles, all looking like dodecahedron universes.
But, the obvious allusion to a technique is usually overlooked, which of a self-perpetuated tunnel-vision has led many a brainwashed ‘Animus’ fixated priest of Rome to conclude that Belphegor is the deity of Pet (Fart) or ‘Crepitus,’ while writhing Witch Nuns to believe that he is their Praipus wielding an ever erect blade.
Collin de Plancy mentioned in his 1863 Playgirl Grimoire, Dictionnaire Infernal, that Selden, who is cited by Bainier had reported that human victims were offered up to Belphegor, and that his priests partake of their blood; what a Hammer Horror laugh. Its just a load of Biblical Death-Metal crap, inspiring many a Hollywood Creepypasta movie!
Plancy also mentions that Wierus wrote that Belphegor always has an open mouth, attributing it to the name Phegor, which according to Leloyer means ‘crevice’ or ‘split,’ referring to when he was worshipped in caves wherein people threw offerings to his statue, through an air hole.
No! It has far more to do with an inner gateway of a crevice/split, which refers to hypnagogic trance ingress of your (Air element) mind into the cavernous Velvet Buzzsaw womb dream, a paleolithic Artist to have known, when he to have attained trance within the Lascaux caves.
The utilised symbolism of a crevice/split has an association with the Velvet Buzzsaw vagina, which the ‘bearded’ practitioner accesses of an inner trance gate, when to introvert his sexual impulse into the dream by prior focusing upon Belphegor as a Velvet Buzzsaw girl.
In other words, the symbolism alludes to Tantric dream Yoga, which is not seen due to the sexual impulse being entirely castigated out of the spiritual equation along with the Velvet Buzzsaw feminine principle of the Fallen ‘Anima.’
The female focus of a two-dimensional image is utilised in order to cohere the thoughts of the practitioner like a laser beam, which is further empowered by the introversion of the sexual impulse; this then negates any crappy thoughts from arising.
The goal of the exercise is to attain conscious ingress into a lucid dream, wherein Belphegor can be conjured as an interactive three-dimensional reality.
Even though the ‘Anima’ has been cut out of the spiritual equation by the worshippers of the deified ‘Animus’ made as a God, Belphegor has over time become very much a Velvet Buzzsaw French Succubus, which is due in the main to the popularity of a 1927 crime novel, entitled: Belphégor, whose English title is, The Mystery of the Louvre.
The novel was authored by French writer Arthur Bernède, which is about a Velvet Buzzsaw female ‘phantom’ haunting the cavernous Musée du Louvre of many a painted cave wall.
However, the phantom is in actuality a gymnastic ballerina, masked as a Velvet Buzzsaw Cat burglar, who is trying to steal its Necronomicon treasures.
Belphégor was simultaneously adapted as a movie serial starring René Navarre as Chantecoq, Bernède’s fictional detective, and the Velvet Buzzsaw actress Elmire Vautier as the villainous Belphégor.
Bernède’s novel inspired several other adaptations, including an eponymous 1965 French television series starring Velvet Buzzsaw, Juliette Greco in the title role of Belphégor.
The TV series was duly followed by a 1965 daily comic strip sequel; it was not until later that you had the 2001 Belphegor film starring Velvet Buzzsaw, Sophie Marceau.
Although this time around, the Belphegor comic strip became a 2001 French-Canadian animated television series, which transformed Belphegor into a male, rather than the original Velvet Buzzsaw female character, it is a darn shame.
It appears that the creators of the very stylish animated series missed the ‘Anima’ point; but then they were more than likely pandering to an ‘Animus’ fixated audience who later became far more enamoured with the likes of the Da Vinci Code.
Whatever the case, Belphegor has become immortalised in France, of a mass-mind focus, spinning her sensual Velvet Buzzsaw Tulpa.
She was even featured for a time in DC’s New Earth comics as one of the Global Guardians, whose base of operations is based in a United Nations-financed headquarters building called the Dome, which just so happens is located in the Artists capital of Paris.
You could otherwise see the Dome as the Musée du Louvre, when to ascend the dream escalator unto Belphegor’s seventh planetary sphere of her heavenly Velvet Buzzsaw delights, which only a Parisian girl can bestow.
Hence, she can be conjured amidst the Triangle Of Art imagination as an inspiring Velvet Buzzsaw Art Muse, who as a Parisian Art Student will reveal the very real masked mystery of the Musée du Louvre.
She might just lead you through her Velvet Buzzsaw Yoni stargate, into the cavernous temple precincts of the Musée du Louvre, to Remote-View its uterine galleries, within a lucid dream.
Belphegor will at first indicate that she has an association with ancient Egypt, whose culture the French are enamoured with, whereupon you have the Louvre… Pyramid.
Whereby, Belphegor’s sigil/seal is derived from the blueprint of the Musée du Louvre, of a one time fortress becoming a palace, which appears to be based upon the Edfu temple of ancient Egypt’s Isis child of a… Horus Hawk/Falcon.
Upon what the Louvre was originally built, is of course debatable; but it was very likely a pagan site, of a possible ancient temple.
You also have many a Neolithic Ley line pointing at its locale, which was no doubt symbolically aligned with a… Hawk.
Said Hawk was not just any raptor, but that of a Hawk specifically flown from a (Belphegor) lady’s hand, known as a… Merlin… who as Belphegor’s Druid, knows about her Ouroboros Stargate, ringed by Gaulish standing stones, under the star clock of Zodiac ages.
When to see Merlin, you will then find that unmasked Belphegor alludes to Morgana la Fay, of (Da’at) Avalon isle (Lin/Din/Dun) hill/Tor/Cosmic-Mountain/Pyramid, at the centre of (Mer/Myr/Mar) menstrual blood (scarlet – Isis/Mary) waters, who to watch over a (Horus/Merlin) ‘Bearded’ Druid.
The ancient Gauls considered Britain to be a school of (Shaman) Druids, who had caused no end of bother to the Roman’s, before they then decided to invade Britain.
The mystery of the Louvre (Lin/Din/Don/Dun) pyramid amidst (Mer/Myr/Mar-y) waters is thereby revealed of a pre-Christian understanding, which has nothing to do with the Da Vinci Code.
But why the Musée du Louvre? Well, besides being an ancient power place, it is now the most visited Art museum in the world, which to hearken back to a painted womb cave from where the first Shaman (Druid) was born as an Artist, who knows how to ‘program’ his ‘virtual reality’ lucid dreams via symbolic stimuli.
The Artist to know that Art is Sorcery, Sorcery is Art; both are indivisible of shamanic practice, of which Velvet Buzzsaw Belphegor to inspire as an Art Muse; that is why most Artists are by nature, thinking outside of the box, crazy.
Belphegor symbolically represents the hypnagogic (phase) trance (Rose/Rhodora/Yoni/crevice) into the (grail/chalice) womb dream of astral waters, the Shamans bloody consciousness to enter.
The Shamans consciousness is likened to a blade penetrating the (Isis/Belphegor/Morgana la Fay) dream, wherein he then to ‘Out Of Body Experience,’ fly over the ever recurring Ouroboros of all existence, as a Remote-Viewing winged (Horus) eye, of a Time Travelling… Merlin.
NOTE:In the practice of Alchemy, you have the Prima Materia, which is essentially detritus. Some Alchemists saw this to be quite literal; whereupon their labs did reek of their boiled down urine and excrement. It just so happens, that your ‘body’ shits gold and other metals, but only in very small trace amounts.
The body was symbolically represented as the cosmic mountain, which is interpenetrated by the tree of worlds, representing your spinal column. The cosmic mountain is otherwise symbolised as a… Pyramid.
However, as to the Prima Materia, it refers to something else, which equates with the heavy metal of lead and that of a Torc, encircled of an Ouroboros around the throat area of the (Da’at) reptilian brain-stem.
The leaden Torc represents the eternally recurring events of existence, which in regards to an unobserved life leads to repeating situations, a Hindu would term as being Karma. The practice of Yoga and that of Alchemy is to transmute the Karmic repeat into something else; whereupon you have the employed symbolism of lead being transmuted into gold.
The process of transmutation requires that the practitioner becomes adept at inducing hypnagogic trance in order to thence attain conscious ingress into the dream. The reptilian brain-stem governs over the depth of your dreams and trance states; hence you have the serpentine symbolism of a lead Torc being transmuted into gold.
When conscious ingress into the dream is attained of a ‘little death,’ the practitioner will start to become more aware of the Karmic repeats of his/her life; this leads to a sensation that certain key events have happened before, which is summed up by the ‘French’ term of déjà vu.
The ‘Edge Of Tomorrow’ experience of déjà vu is often tied up with the observation of synchronicities, which have a symbolic correlation with scenarios prior encountered in dreams. As the practitioner becomes more aware of the repeat of leaden Karma, his/her Torc can be potentially transmuted into a golden understanding that the repeat can be changed; this then leads to what a Hindu terms as Dharma.
Basically, shit can be changed into gold; but only when you start to déjà vu remember the repeating shit!
Those who do not to remember, are just repeating their ‘programmed’ shit, having no free-will of their own; for everything has been fixed of a leaden Ouroboros Torc around their throats.
An analogy being, those who as yet do not remember are nothing more than being programmed simulations existing within a simulated reality a Hindu mystic would term as being Maya.
In ancient times, a lead Torc was worn by those who were considered to be slaves to their fate until they attained the (Belphegor/Morgana la Fay) Avalon (Da’at) ‘Knowledge’ that their leaden existence can be transmuted into gold.
Whereby, Merlin wears a golden Torc, who is very much aware of the shit; such as knowing that in the New-World-Order of an Orwellian Eden, ignorance is bliss; whereas the (Da’at) Avalon ‘Knowledge’ is considered to be a sin!
That is why the shits fluoridate your water supply in order to calcify your DMT producing pineal gland… third eye!
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 