Existence is elsewhere. Never right here and never just now. Always someplace before or in the distant after. Yet sometimes you feel that around the very next corner you will be so close as to actually touch.
I. The Dreamer
The Melancholy Lieutenant looking a shade paler than China White, undoubtedly haunted by heavy dreams, begins a story and flies the Black Flag before bowing politely and leaving. He had obviously passed the point and will no doubt surrender once again to his addiction for image.
As he lost control of the car and it skidded inexorably towards the concrete crash barrier he knew that this was no random accident. Deep assignations run through the veins and it was no coincidence that he was on this stretch of road at this particular point in time. In the split second before impact and the loss of consciousness he realised that everything that happens down here below corresponds to events above.
III. The Institute
Lying on her bed in the White Room the blonde haired girl studies her hands. She knows without a shadow of a doubt that events in her future have resulted in her present confinement. The nature of her premonitions has led her to the conclusion that they are actually recollections from this life that she has lived over and over before. Yet no matter how many times she experiences this realisation she can never quite overcome the dizzying sense of vertigo. With hesitant steps she stumbles over towards the waste paper basket and discretely retches.
In that grimy flat where the grainy light never gave an indication to the time or season there was love without bounds. I always liked to leave my mark and she bruised so easily. I nursed her into illness; fever suffusing a hint of colour into her pallid skin and distemper sweetened her breath. Her ghost grey eyes stared at some point in the middle distance where all the phantoms of delirium sported and played.
V. The Kiss
A succession of hotel rooms leading to a balcony on the 33rd floor. Outside their hands shape sigils and join in prayer, invoking the chimerical assistance of the illuminated deities. They watch as devouring mouths merge in the thickening air.
VI. The Twins
In Heaven tonight the Twins will reign in terror. Feast on rare blue meat and drink bloodied red wine. In the mirror of the other’s eyes they see an infinity of repeated reflections.
The red haired speaker in the black dress approaches the podium and addresses the audience although the words seemed specifically directed to me alone. Nearing the end of the rite she asks that I repeat after her the words of the mantra.
VIII. The Beach
Here, the accumulating mineral deposits hold congress. The silence on the beach is inherently hostile to all organic matter. However with a show of some determination the Melancholy Lieutenant heads towards the vanishing point, never once looking down at the anguished faces of those stuck fast in the sand.
IX. Chymical Wedding
Taken together every letter comprised an alphabet of desire suggestive of a language lost when the angels decided to throw down their spears. Perhaps it was the long awaited invitation to the Chymical Wedding?
X. Cellar Door
The Very Heaven Heavenly Hotel in Paradise Nevada contains many more corridors than rooms. In fact even the numbered doors which you would automatically conclude are hotel rooms when opened reveal only hallways that mirror in minute detail every other corridor in the building. It has been reported that there is a door that actually leads to somewhere; the cellar door. However as recent searches have failed to pinpoint the exact location of the cellar door we must at this time treat such claims as merely the product of wishful thinking.
XI. The Sacrifice
The sun rises through the West Window where the recently crowned White Queen lies in state after the sacrifice. Her attendant nurses wash and bathe her wounds. The room is filled with the scent of strewn rose petals. The appointed hour approaches. Outside the crowd waits for the signal.
XII. The Castle
In the house on the hill overlooked by the gallows tree where two ravens sit perched on the bare branches we would live out the love long day away from the world with its incessant demands. Our looks would touch and our hands gaze into each other. I would find hidden meaning in every sign and symbol while you would sigh over all the stray wayward souls.
XIII. The Trip
When the night comes do not hold fast onto the people and places, you have to let go and leave it all behind otherwise you will be trapped with a tender nostalgia that turns into the very substance of terror. While floating free avoid the shimmer of the red lights. Have no fear; the necessary becoming will be revealed at the appointed time.
While waiting at the station where the train never stops she bit into the beating breast of the dove and kissed the Ingénue with her blood coated mouth. After a knowing pause the Ingénue told her that they had to get a move on otherwise they would miss the Inauguration.
XV. The Rebel
Looking out onto an inferior world not of his own creation the rebel ignores the insistent pleas of his father’s ghost and walks into the sun baked piazza. He hesitates. Does he have the necessary will to awake the inhabitants from their long siesta?
The Ingénue awakes startled from her dream. Glancing over to the alarm clock she sees that it is 3:33am. She shivers involuntarily as the night sweat dries in the cool air. Although she will be only be dimly aware of the fact the events her unconscious mind have just witnessed will occur in the following few days exactly as she dreamt them, down to the very last detail.
XVII. The City
Whole sectors of the city were without power since the commencement of the Winter Campaign. For many the distant explosions and the subsequent fires where the only source of illumination. In the NW Quadrant we crowded together on the old sofa still wearing our heavy grey overcoats which had become uniform everywhere recently. She asked if there was any chance of escape from the city and its devastation. I assured her that a way out could be found. I didn’t mention the persistent rumours of the encroaching ice.
XVIII. Chance Encounter
A chance encounter in the Cafe Rouge Et Noir. Don’t you recognize me the Melancholy Lieutenant asks the Ingénue. She smiles an uncertain smile and says yes of course I do. You haven’t changed a bit. Strange that I should run into you today of all days. Running his hand through his black hair he answers that it is probably a sign. Everything is always a sign with you the Ingénue replies.
XIX. The Dispensary
The queue was longer than usual for the dispensary. Once inside I was struck by the grubbiness of the place. Every surface was filthy to the touch. Approaching the counter I was greeted by a blonde woman whom I’d never seen before. Her stern expression softened when I handed over the script. We’ve been waiting she said and smiled. This one’s just for you; makes you real. Real? I repeated, confused. Take it and see. Be sure to follow the instructions down to the letter though.
Clothed in a red chinoiserie dressing gown the raven haired apparition begins to coalesce in the centre of the circle. Turning her back towards me she slowly lowers the dressing gown until the full design of the tattoo is revealed. From the shoulder blades to the small of her back is a black inverted triangle. At the corners of each angle two serpents intertwine. From over her left shoulder she gazes at me steadily and although I am full of misgivings I cannot look away.
XXI. The Sea
Underneath a yellow sky I float listlessly on a still blue sea. The intersecting crosses of the black sun seem to signify an imminent event. I look to the left. On the opposing shore a blonde haired woman waves. By the time I reach the shore she has disappeared, hinting at further mysteries.
XXII. The Void
Have you heard? There’s a hell of a universe next door. Well, what on earth are we waiting for? Let’s go.Straight down the rabbit hole and right thru the Looking Glass, take a left to enter the void.Between the ivory thighs of Babalon lies the possibility of an ending. After that we may begin again.
XXIII. The Dancer
Entranced with the ecstasy of pure being the dancer for a brief instant is possessed by the sublime essence. Slowly coming to when the music stops she looks around bewildered by her surroundings. Seeing in the mirror a beautiful stranger she reaches out and touches the glass.