(Cont.)
Now, in those days, there was nobody piloting the caravan; for, as was mentioned above, the wild man with the goat eyes had vanished; neither was there anyone actively influencing the world, for this era was also barren of elohims. So the wayfarers were pretty much on their own.
Then, after the Brunonians took Micah and his father the Demiurge to mix and mingle with the natives, on the tropical island of Dublin in Eldorado, India, it came to pass that this Demiurge, who was known as the Unknown God, took to him a concubine out of the residents there. The woman’s name was Tiamat, and although she now lived in Eldorado, she had been born to a magdalene in Bethlehem; just like her paramour, the young nameless elohim – incidentally, this shared origin is what first attracted the lovers to each other – and they might have been siblings; or rather half-siblings, for the youth was literally fatherless: he was a product of an auto-emanation (a consort-free conception), whereas Tiamat’s father was the magistrate of Chaos, a domain just beyond Pandemonium.
Now this Cosmocrator and his concubine were a good match, because they were both extremely primitive. That is, in their general essence and disposition, they were almost unthinkably prehistoric. So although they were a very happy couple, one day Tiamat, simply because she felt a sudden urge to be with her father, deserted the Demiurge and fled back to Chaos.
Now Chaos was not so much a place as it was a denial of all place. It had no solid ground, no atmosphere. One cannot even compare it to outer space, because space has stars, whereas Chaos is just murky darkness, with huge earthen fragments flying around haphazardly: you might picture it as a vast, gloomy asteroid field; but its rocks are not hard: they’re like semi-melted thermoplastics.
Anyway, so the Cosmocrator’s concubine Tiamat left him one day, for no reason, and went to live with her father, at his house in Chaos. And she was there for four whole months.
So this nameless young elohim arose, and went out into Chaos, to search for his beloved, and to speak friendly unto her, and to win her back. He also brought his copy of Man with him, and a couple of asses. And when the Demiurge arrived at her father’s house, Tiamat welcomed him in. “Remove your footwear, first,” she said, smiling. And when her father, whose name was John, saw this architect of the universe, he rejoiced to meet him.
John, his father-in-law, retained the Demiurge at his house; and he abode with him three days – enough for a savior to die and resurrect. So they did eat and drink, and lodged there.
Then it happened, on the fourth day, when they woke early in the morning, that Reality’s Designer was preparing to depart: but the damsel’s father said to his son-in-law: “Before you leave, first comfort your heart with a morsel of bread. If, by that time, you still wish to say goodbye, then go.”
Therefore he lodged there yet again. And the Demiurge woke on the fifth day of his stay, at the house of Tiamat’s father, in the realm of Chaos; and John, her father, said to him: “Comfort thine heart, I pray thee, just a bit more.” And they drank and puffed pipes and played pool until noon; then they luncheoned together. Then they played more, and dined, and drank cocktails with Tiamat, and fell asleep after dinner.
And when the Unknown God rose up to depart, with Tiamat his concubine, and his robo-butler Man (the replica), his father-in-law John drew nigh and said unto him: “Behold, now the day draws toward evening; I pray you stay with me one more night. Look, the clock displays a late hour: all good things must come to an end: therefore, lodge here, and make your heart merry – I have plenty more refreshments – and tomorrow you can get up early and be on your way. Then, at last, you may go home.”
But the Demiurge would not tarry another night; instead, he stood firm and departed. And he stepped out of the house, into Chaos, and found his two asses saddled, and he took his love Tiamat with him, and they navigated the waste void, with its globule asteroids, until they came to the Bosom of Jesus.
And when they finally stepped onto firm ground; which didn’t give way beneath their hooves, as did the pathways of Chaos; the android Son of Man (let us refer to him thusly, instead of always repeating that he is a reproduction of the aboriginal Man bot) prayed unto his master: “Come, let us find a place to sleep, here in the warm and welcoming Bosom of Jesus; for the asses are tired, and so am I.”
And the Cosmocrator said to his robotic Son of Man: “We will not turn aside here, in this strange city whose people I do not know; but we will push forward until we reach the pearly gates: for the Heaven of X is just up the road.”
Keep in mind that the youthful elohim was still playing the Demiurge as a role, which had been given to him when he first wandered outside of his birthplace in Bethlehem: he really knew nothing about any of this, and was only winging it.
Also, it is unclear whether the name “Heaven of X” (if that really is a dimension in the USA) refers to the third kingdom beyond Seventh Heaven (the Heaven of VII), or if that letter is a classification signifying that the realm is restricted to adults, as in X-rated movies. Perhaps also the X stands for Christ, as in Xmas and Xian hypocrisy.
[Ghostwriter’s Note: I only offer the above suggestions to jumpstart your imagination, because I fear that you’re not misreading strongly enough.]
Then, when the Demiurge and his concubine Tiamat, with their two asses and their android Son of Man, at last stepped in through the pearly gates, the nameless Creator said to the robot, “Come, and let us draw near to one of these places to lodge all night, in the Heaven of X.”
And they passed on and went their way; and the sun went down upon them when they were by the Heaven of X, which belongs to the Fundamentalists. So they turned aside there, to see if they could find rest in one of its mansions: for no one among the citizenry invited them in or showed the slightest hospitality.
Then, behold, there came stumbling out of the fields at even a drunkard, Old Nick of the Infraboreans, whose countrymen, he explained, had all been exterminated by the caravan, back when it first went berserk; and he alone escaped alive, as he fled, and ended up in Heaven X, where he has been living ever since. And he lamented being the only Infraborean here who actively engages in gift-giving: all his neighbors in this place hold the practice of charitable acts as evidence of a belief in “works-based salvation,” for they are all staunch advocates of Pauline Fundamentalism.
“So, it was a salve for my sore eyes to see you,” said Old Nick to the Demiurge and his entourage, “as I was coming home just now. I said to myself: What’s this, a wayfaring man out in the street of this city at night? He must be lost! And this is no land for strangers. Tell me, Where do you come from, and where are you headed?”
Then the young nameless elohim answered and said: “I was misborn not too long ago in Bethlehem, to a magdalene without consort. I wandered into Paris of the mountains, and found work there. Then a caravan came through and took me with them to Eldorado, where I met my helpmate Tiamat here. My own name is unknown. But she and I are now returning from having visited her father, who lives in Chaos of the Outer Darkness. And this is our valet, the Son of Man. He needs recharging; that’s why we draped him over the ass. We were hoping to make it back to our tropical island, in Eldorado, by tomorrow. Seeing as no resident here has offered to receive us into his house, or even deigned to speak to us, till you came along, we were thinking of traveling all through the night in these streets.”
And Old Nick, upon hearing this, urged them to avoid night-travel in the Heaven of X: “Stay with me; I have only a small place, but there is straw and provender for your asses, plus bread and wine for you and your concubine, and an American-style outlet where you can power your manservant. So I have everything that you need; let me care for all your wants – only please remain not in this country’s streets overnight.”
So he brought them into his house, and gave provender unto the asses: and they powered their butler, and did eat and drink.
Now as they were making their hearts merry, behold, the city’s inhabitants, who were all Fundamentalists, beset the house round about, and beat at the door, and yelled to Old Nick, saying, “Bring forth the unsaved family that is staying in your house, that we may win their souls. For that one whom you are sheltering is an harlot, even the Queen of Heaven, that great Dragon of Chaos; and thus, you are in danger, although you do this unawares.”
And Old Nick went to the entryway of the house, and came out unto them, and said unto them, “Nay, my countrymen, nay, I pray you, do not so wickedly. Perhaps the woman is as you say. That makes no difference, seeing that this man, who is come into mine house, is the Unknown God: the engineer who designed these skies. The very God you ignorantly worship, who gives life and breath to all, he has come here, today, among you, as he promised so long ago: he has returned to his Heaven – do not let him find us wanting in lovingkindness! Remember, there is no vast gulf fixed between those whom we call transgressors and we ourselves who reside in this land: for this Creator has fashioned of the same blood every nation of men, so that we may all dwell on the face of the earth in harmony, and he has determined the dispensations before appointed, and the bounds of every creature’s habitation. His grand purpose is to call the entire universe to his heart, that they should find the volcano of potential, and merge and meld in comradeship, to achieve solidarity among humankind. His desire is that you haply might feel after him, and find him, though he has never been far from any of us. Are we not all the offspring of God? Then we ought not to think that the Godhead is bound to favor only these doctrines we have devised: there is more to the world than is contained in our philosophy. In the past, God winked at this kind of ignorant behavior, which you are planning to commit; but now he commands all you residents of the Heaven of X to repent: I beg you, do not perform this folly.”
But the crowd of Fundamentalists would not listen, and they demanded that Old Nick give them the Dragon of Chaos. So he tried one last tack, and he said:
“Please, listen, O heavenly residents. You know how I have resisted conforming to your ways, all these years that we have lived in this land as neighbors; I have refused to give up my gift-giving, and what you call my ‘charitable offenses.’ But now, if you will be satisfied with converting me, and leave this young man’s consort alone, I will renounce my creed, and abandon my ideology: I will relinquish unto you my gift bag, that you may burn it, and all that is in it. And I will join your congregation, in the First Fundamentalist Church of the Heaven of X. Therefore, do unto me myself whatever you deem right: but, unto my guests, do not so vile a thing.”
Still, the crowd would not hearken to him: instead, they pushed in against the entryway, and some reached forth their hands and seized the woman by her many-colored garment, so that it tore; and she rather let it slip away than come with them willingly. Nevertheless, they were persistent, and they kept clutching at her repeatedly, until they dragged her outside.
And they brought her forth unto them, and they performed an inquisition; and they indoctrinated her, and abused her all the night until the morning: and when the day began to spring, they let her go.
Then came Tiamat in the dawning of the day, and fell down at the door of Old Nick’s place in the Heaven of X, where the Demiurge was.
And at the first light, the nameless and fatherless young elohim rose up and opened the doors of the house, and he saw there on the streets of gold, his concubine. She had fallen before the entryway of the house, and her hands were upon the threshold.
And he said to her, “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.” Then he whispered, “Tiamat! Tiamat!” But none answered him. So he cried: “Alas, they anti-Galatea’d my Shulamite.”
Then the youth went back and fetched the Son of Man, and he helped him lift her up, and they draped her over an ass; then they trekked home.
Now when the Demiurge arrived in Eldorado, he placed the soulless form of Tiamat on the sofa. Then he had his robo-butler the Son of Man prepare a vial of resurrectine, the potion that the protagonist of Locus Solus (a scroll by Raymond Roussel) injects into fresh corpses to make them re-enact their life’s pivotal moment. The Demiurge instructed the Son of Man to increase the potency of the elixir, and he administered unto Tiamat a larger dosage than had ever been used before. Upon emptying the vial at her lips, her eyes opened wide, and she inhaled deeply; then she stood up and fled from the room: she hastened away to her father John’s house in Chaos.
The Cosmocrator chased after his wellbeloved, as fast as he could, but his asses were still tired from their recent journey, thus, by the time he reached her father’s house, Tiamat had been there long enough to return to passionlessness.
John, the Cosmocrator’s father-in-law, asked what had happened, and the youth relayed the terrible night that they had spent in Heaven. Then John shook his head sadly and answered: “Those Fundamentalists won her soul. They left her in a state that they call purity.”
The Demiurge asked: “Is there aught we can do?”
And John said: “The only way to vivify a Dragon of Chaos from this type of frozen order is to void back her cosmos into formlessness: effervesce it, via logos.”
The Demiurge frowned and said: “Recreate the world from her remains? Start over in the beginning?”
John bowed: “I’m afraid so.”
Therefore they went into the mount where John had his existence, and retrieved from a clear case the voodoo zelem of Tiamat; then the young elohim took a wand, and laid hold on the scaled form, and divided it, together with its pneuma, into twelve essences, and returned these unto their gates upon the planisphere of Mazzaroth; after which, the corresponding hypostases of Tiamat similarly redistributed themselves throughout the nothingness of Chaos.
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