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Guest speakers: Kat Lakey, Alexa Lakey, Leonard Pickard, Gaia Harvey Jackson, and Greg Sams
Today’s program features the next installment of the reading of Leonard Pickard’s book, The Rose of Paracelsus. This program was produced by Kat and Alexa Lakey and includes a personal message from Leonard. The reading is by Gaia Harvey Jackson, and Greg Sams provides additional commentary.
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Transcript
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Three-dimensional, transforming, musical, linguistic objects.
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Alpha Chains.
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Greetings from cyberdelic space.
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This is Lorenzo, and I’m your host here in the Psychedelic Salon.
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And a happy Christmas Eve to you all.
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Now, I realize that it’s been almost a year since our last reading from Leonard Picard’s
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marvelous book, and my guess is that these days have been as difficult for you as they
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have been for many of us.
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Hopefully, you’ll find a few answers that are going to bring you a little peace of mind
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as we listen to this reading of Chapter 5 from The Rose of Paracelsus.
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Now here is the Lakey Sisters podcast of Chapter 5, which includes a personal message from
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Leonard.
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Hello, and welcome to The Rose of Paracelsus podcast on the Psychedelic Salon.
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I’m your host, Kat.
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And my name’s Alexa.
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First off, we’d like to thank our listeners for their patience with us as we roll out this project.
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Over the course of 2021, Kat and I have both undergone career changes and cross-country moves. Currently,
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I’m recording from Asheville, North Carolina, and I’m broadcasting from New York City. We’re
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starting this chapter off with a very special message that I recorded with William Leonard
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Picard himself while he was in town to speak at the annual Horizons Perspectives on Psychedelics
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conference. Leonard will give you a brief update on his current situation, as well as a few personal Horizons, Perspectives on Psychedelics Conference.
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Leonard will give you a brief update on his current situation, as well as a few personal anecdotes on this titillating chapter.
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After that, we’ll dive into the chapter itself, which was recorded by the lovely Gaia
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Harvey Jackson of the UK Psychedelic Society.
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Once the chapter concludes, we’ll wrap the episode up with some commentary by a pioneer
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of the Whole Foods Movement and longtime friend of the Rosa Paracelsus podcast, Gregory Sams.
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And now, without further ado, here’s Leonard.
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Hello, dear friends. This is Leonard.
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Just saying thank you to everyone
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for the many kindnesses shown to me
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during the long, dark years.
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I was released
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in July of 2020.
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But this is a Christmas gift for listeners and readers.
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Some anecdotes about the writing of the chapter.
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The first version of The Rose was written in pencil.
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The second version as well.
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The first version took a year.
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second version as well. The first version took a year, and looking at the nature of the writing, decided that it was inappropriate and threw it away. I began again on the almost
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700-page manuscript, again in pencil. And the first chapter that I wrote was actually chapter 5, this chapter, using methods and insights and memories that I had recalled from traveling the world with the characters V1 and V2, which are not fictional.
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Traveling the world with the characters V1 and V2, which are not fictional.
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Listeners may notice that the chapter has a strong erotic component of the love between V1 and V2 and the sharing of that.
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and the sharing of that.
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But the essential teaching of the chapter is not that great and sublime affection,
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but, if you will,
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the exorcism of the young woman by V1 and V2
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in the throes of their passion, if you will.
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A suggestion that certain states of addiction among certain individuals, might be addressed by such
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almost ecclesiastical medieval methods,
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a rarity, one might agree,
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but real in certain contexts.
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I described these events, actually,
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to Anne Shulgin in her later years and Anne replied
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in the affirmative.
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I would suggest that there are two other chapters
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on V1 and V2 and listeners should read those before
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making any conclusions.
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Nevertheless, this is certainly one of my favorite chapters,
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and the gentle scenes such as the little girl taking the angel wings at the wedding,
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and the angel wings being planted by V1 and V2 in the narrator’s suitcase.
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That’s a foreshadowing of what will come in the readings.
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So simply sending great affection and love to many friends,
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and my gratitude
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for the kindness
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he’s shown to me
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during the years of horror.
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Thank you.
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Gaia Harvey-Jackson
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is the co-director
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of the Psychedelic Society UK and facilitator of women’s empowerment.
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She runs courses, retreats, and training programs which support women to step into their power and find belonging in community.
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Gaia’s practices incorporate tantra, ritual, psychology, and embodiment, creating spaces for deep transformation across mind,
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body, and soul. Gaia is currently recruiting for women’s leadership and facilitation training
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online starting February 1st, and Ignite Wild Women’s Retreat from March 4th to the 7th in the UK. Find out more about Gaia’s work at gaiaharveyjackson.com.
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Here is chapter five, titled The Rhythm Section.
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I passed in Berlin, beneath the chariots and spears, the muscular equine necks,
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and spears, the muscular equine necks, flared nostrils and lavish manes of warhorses in the quadriga of victory atop the Brandenburger Tor.
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From behind my driver, as the evening approached, I could see the shadowed and debauched provocations of the verdant Tiergarten begin to manifest along its hidden walkways.
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The chauffeur, with his fine leather gloves, soon neared a small manor several kilometres off the Kurfürstendamm.
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kilometres off the Kurfürstendamm. I had been summoned by an unknown woman while in the International Transit Lounge at Tempelhof. She had a cultivated delivery, evocative of
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scholarly Prague salons, but underlain with the low husk of one still unsated after weeks of unrestrained ardour.
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The manor and its ten-hectare park were, as my driver disclosed with a subtle yearning,
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subtle yearning, long of German nobility. It was rumoured to host on the equinoxes pagan celebrations
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or klub-echangistes by European hedonists with lineages in the Almanac de Gotha.
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At the assigned moment, I stood with uncertainty in the estate’s entryway, until staff guided me within and then retreated.
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Designed by Lagerfeld, the marble foyer was a harlequin chessboard.
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was a harlequin chessboard, its rococo amours beneath cool blue bas-relief, all offsetting sitting rooms redolent with mysteries and candlelight and myrrh.
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Within its stately silence I was startled to hear from behind the thick doors of a distant suite overhead
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a woman’s muted but long and almost religious allelations.
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Her frenzied spasms consummating some unimaginable pleasure
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my consciousness quickened
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from these aspects of possible felicities
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I assumed Vermilion was near
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I walked hesitantly to French Bay windows Vermillion was near.
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I walked hesitantly to French Bay windows,
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opening upon a broad stone veranda.
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In the far uncultivated gardens of a too early spring
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were gladioli and blood-red daffodils
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and a German wedding.
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gladioli and blood-red daffodils and a German wedding. The bride and groom had faces flushed with joy, while a soprano sang from Bach’s Weddingkantate the aria Wende fröhliche Schlufte.
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Rose petals were strewn in front of the Holy Sacrament by six little girls twirling about in flowers and lace, arrayed as angels, each with feathered wings and a halo. One small girl was summoned by her mother, a classic Teuton with blonde plaits curled upon her head in the Germanic manner.
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The matron was a fulsome Amazon in white bias-cut satin that cleaved her hips,
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clinging from ankles to her high neckline,
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her figure proud, as if she were the manor’s chatelaine.
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She kissed the girl’s upturned face and pointed to the foyer. Within minutes this chosen of the
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seraphim, less than a metre in height and with a winsome innocence, entered the
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hallway with hesitation, proceeding in wide, delicate arcs, and arriving tentatively before me.
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She presented a lilac-scented billet d’oeuf, remarking with a little courtesy,
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a little courtesy. Pour vous, monsieur? Then rushed away in a blaze of small petticoats and flying pumps. Her tiny anklets were pink diamonds over blue argyle, like the last descendant of the clan of Campbell.
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I sighed at being surrounded again,
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submitting to their exquisite surveillance.
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The unsigned note, in calligraphic vermilion ink
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from an antique fountain pen,
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instructed me to leave my valise and proceed to the Wilhelm Suite.
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I did so, guided by a distinguished elderly majordomo in white tie and tails,
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major domo in white tie and tails who ushered me into an antechamber, then bowed and left.
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Beneath a shaded lamp and in a heavy gilt frame was a fine reproduction of two women reclining au natural,
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Gustave Corbet’s Le Sommet.
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On the opposing wall was a trompe-l’oeil replica of Veronese’s beautific Saint Catherine,
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dreaming by a window.
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dreaming by a window.
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I had entered some realm of the sacred and profane.
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The suite beyond was expansive
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with clusters of Louis XI’s chairs and commodes
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and one wall of French windows open to the gardens beneath.
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There was a large tapestry of enchanted and horned bull antelopes, reminiscent of the
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woven La Dame à la Léconne at the Musée de Cluny, an elegant figure of a man entered, beckoning
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me to sit.
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He spoke English with a Schweizerdeutsch overtone, but claimed to be American through his teens.
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He had tight curls going to grey, and lithe leanness to his teens. He had tight curls going to grey
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and lithe leanness to his form.
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Although he displayed perfect manners,
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one sensed an undercurrent
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of absolute seriousness
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tempered only by a pronounced
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attention to the sensual.
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He offered pomegranate juice in an angular Steubern martini glass,
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then sat and exchanged trifling cordialities
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as the wedding culminated to Lohengrin.
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Below us, after all of the girls liked winged fairies,
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ran joyously to the bride’s embrace.
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The Berliner’s bourgeois sensibilities soon dispersed the party happily to their beds.
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The velvet fingertips of late dusk began caressing the darkening topiary
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so that we were alone in emptiness and solitude.
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Vermilion was dressed entirely in black.
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From his Italian slippers to his custom shirt from Turnbull and Asser.
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His voice was low and relaxed.
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His conversation indirect.
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He was abysmally sophisticated, almost teasing, but respectful and gracious.
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On his nearby escritoire, I saw editions of Pliny’s Naturalis Historia, Volume 6, de Quincey’s writings, and excerpts from Seneca.
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Yet he seemed not a feat, but quickly capable. In the service of enlightenment or his Sybarites, of the staggeringly
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primitive.
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I understand your hike into Salzburg
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was challenging, he said.
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And that you enjoy Mozart. Without waiting for a reply, he offered a
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recording of the abduction from Seraglio. The erotic scent of early orange blossoms wafted through the open windows.
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In the lessening light,
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it became as if we awaited
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our reward of Oris in paradise.
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The flower’s ripe promises
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like Islamic perfumes.
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Indigo had cautioned me of the contact high from the six
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with each chemist’s teachings that of his first knowledge after walking on the surface of the sun
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crimson was obsessed with security indigo with ritual preparation of Eucharists, but Vermilion with his electrical presence, hurried silences, presented a moral atmosphere of some inevitable abandonment into which I was being procured. There was a sensation of the long dormant kundalini at the base of my spine, uncoiling with fire and life, from my tongue to my genitals.
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At its writhing like Eden’s serpent, I knew this interview would be like no other. I attempted to recover, but my voice had become hollow, giving
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me away.
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You do counter-surveillance of downstream distribution? I persisted,
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recalling Crimson’s and Indigo’s description of him,
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but transparently avoiding mention of his voluptuous methods.
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Our operatives, only those first illumined,
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are trained from late adolescence in the arts.
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We can access the secrets of most men and women, from the aristocracies to rough underground trade,
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from stoned music tours to insular government offices,
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from esoteric military laboratories to refined diplomatic circles.
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We often employ elaborate variants of KGB honey traps,
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although more professional from being sacrosanct.
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How did you choose this speciality?
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Upon my first survival from weeks of synthesising ten million doses, all alone and far from human closeness, I was nursed in the arms of several Sisters of the Sapphic Arts, a
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coven of models, who searched and found me wandering lost one night in Amsterdam near the Ude Zietz
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Vorborgwal many years ago. We now use protective measures. I could not help but ask,
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not help but ask, did you, do you have sex with them? For long periods, nothing. Then,
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constantly. Every day and night, as a lifestyle. At the slightest whim of any party.
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I in their service.
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They in mine, if they wish.
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All free and without shame.
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Master and servant.
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Interchangeably body-worshippers, devotional yogis and yoginis, the special dynamics of queen and than men dream, men frequently being so trivial.
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We live for months, consuming little but each other, travelling about the hemispheres, occupying hovels and castles for a few nights, seeking the extremes of
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our human experience, our only comfort, one another.
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This stunning admission was offered unaffectedly in the hushed tones of a devoted choir boy, his face clear before the Mother of God.
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I wanted every detail.
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You were disorientated until such friends found you.
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Yes, planetary quantities consume the soul,
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the intellect.
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They are not the single doses used for introspection
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and aesthetic enhancement.
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Only a handful of people have been in the presence of such amounts.
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Indigo lived through the greatest human exposure in history.
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I wasn’t aware.
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Ask him of that lucid night. Then the ellipse of his orbit next intersects your path, Vermillion suggested, bemused at his humorous aside.
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So it’s not lethal at any dose?
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so it’s not lethal at any dose?
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None of which we are aware.
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We know of police and addicts in sufflating lines of LSD, thinking it was cocaine they had stolen.
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A 50 milligram line could be a thousand doses.
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A 50 milligram line could be a thousand doses.
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Indigo was exposed to millions of doses within seconds.
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Perhaps under the red light of an operating lab, I suggested,
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recalling Indigo’s descriptions.
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Like working on a planet near Betelgeuse?
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I rather think of it as the scarlet light of Antares,
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but with two white consorts, Vermilion replied, granting a rare smile.
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Vermilion replied, granting a rare smile.
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The sound of a woman in primal ecstasies split the dusk,
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her lengthy and repeated contractions just behind the suite’s walls. It was far too feral, even guttural, to be the licit nuptials of some shy young
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couple on their marriage night. As it continued, I gripped the arms of my chair and looked wildly about, starting to rise until Vermillion,
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with his imperturbable self-control, held me steady. Arabic wail slowly transformed into sobbing invocations of,
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Oh, Dio mio!
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Then into low, vulnerable moans,
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finally extinguished by the whispering comforts of others.
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by the whispering comforts of others.
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Vermillion’s eyes were gleaming,
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yet tranquil,
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a period of silence.
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The running of a tap,
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a girl’s voice singing a sweet lullaby in Ukrainian. Laughter and adorations followed until at last I heard a brief benediction in Latin, chanted seriously. Vermilion continued to watch my face.
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I had no resources for these events
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and was speechless.
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An impeccable matron of Mediterranean descent
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appeared from the bedroom with a sultry air,
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tugging the hem of her tailored suit below her knees. Her derriere was round and firm I glimpsed through the door, suptuous matrimonial sheets.
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Stealing a glance at me,
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she blushed to her crown,
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closed the door,
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pulled down the net of her black cloche hat,
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and with a slight awkwardness, adjusted the straps of her black cloche hat and with a slight awkwardness
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adjusted the straps of her Gucci pumps.
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With her flawless oval face
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and jet black hair,
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she could have been the wife
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of the Italian council in Berlin,
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defying prudence for her obvious preferences. She wore Bulgari rings and had a black snakeskin clutch in one hand. Her A wedding band scintillated.
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Grazie, Professor.
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She managed hurriedly leaving the suite without another look.
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Signora, Vermilion replied, standing, as was his chivalric nature.
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He seemed to host an international Beaumont in his intrigues with sensuality and surveillance.
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I was beguiled by the splendid openness and seductive air of his ways
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his framing of natural drives
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with devotional practices
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but at a loss to explain
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such flagrant indiscretions to Harvard
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the bedroom door opened and closed silently,
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as if by the passing of a monastic nun detaching herself from meditation and prayer.
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from meditation and prayer.
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An electrifying haute couture model emerged somewhat dishevelled.
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She was bare, but for scraps of diaphanous attire
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stretched across her narrow hips. Her abdomen was hard and sculpted. Her
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high, small breasts carelessly displayed nipples of couleur de rose. Bewitching, impossibly tall, and with marvellous skin, she with a queenly air strode across the suite.
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with close-cropped pale blonde hair as though from eternal days at the arctic circle
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she had blue intelligent eyes that seemed to reflect unspeakable tragedies and glories
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and insensate lust lust. Vermillion and I stood in a embarrassed volubility, I grew uneasy.
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He turned to me. This is Polyhymnia, our muse of sacred song.
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Vermilion remarked.
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We may think of her as V1.
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She held my hand in hers.
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A strong, vibrant grip beyond the perfunctory. Her fingers were hot and scented with musk,
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although her body’s fragrance was that of an ethereal Odegavinci. I bowed reflexively,
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I bowed reflexively, trying to contain myself, my face uncontrollable and uncertain of its expression.
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With reserved courtesy, I resorted to banal etiquette.
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I am so pleased to meet you.
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Her attitude was not salacious or frivolous,
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but that of a distinguished woman neurologist examining a patient.
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So that I could not flee from her unnerving presence, either by sophisms
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or idle banter.
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Merci infiniment, she replied, in the tone of one’s most earnest lover, dropping the
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slightest curtsy I dared not admire. Et
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toi aussi? I was transported and thought of Schiller. Her movements are so mysterious, and her figure so elegant. Who can she be?
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The intimacies had begun. Excusing herself with no attempt at modesty, she assumed the bench of a harpsichord before the flowing draperies of opened windows.
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Her head turned into the air, feeling for the movement of the night.
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she carefully sorted a vase of buttercups, peonies and dahlias as a Zen priestess in the flower arranging practice of Hibana.
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At the aesthetic perfection, she approached the sheet music and began to pick her way through a Bach cacon, then a sarabande, settling more confidently upon transposing
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a Chopin nocturne from memory.
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A scarcely decent demigoddess, her erect back revealed the delicately inscribed muscles
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of a gymnast.
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Her hips had low dimples in alabaster skin,
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her waist narrow and curved like a precious violoncello.
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She was lean with some unsated hunger. She had lived a century ago. She could have
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been an English ballerina in Monte Carlo, before which transfixed Rajas hopelessly tossed Buddha’s eyes. During the nocturne,
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Vermilion disclosed some of her background. Her physical attractions may
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be deceptive. She qualified in medicine in St. Petersburg, neuroscience doctorate at Leipzig,
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research in Gdansk.
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For periodic amusement, she danced at the Crazy Horse,
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refined her desires,
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did fashion from Copenhagen to Helsinki. Her cluster of bisexual models
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prefers the rare psychedelic. And for the six? She studies sex and the energy around it.
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Accomplished at the recruitment of female operatives in governments, as Cobalt may request.
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On occasion, she does exorcisms of the infected.
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I’m sorry, did you say exorcisms?
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Removal of the vampire’s teeth.
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Women cocaine addicts.
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Preferably.
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She remembers the enslavement and degradation of many innocent souls.
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Although Crimson had alluded to the devastating epidemics of cocaine and methamphetamine,
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I was confused at first by Vermilion’s reference to absolute evil, and so asked of a different threat.
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As we contemplated the perilously attractive Sylph V1,
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my efforts to maintain a neutral artist’s oeuvre had become futile.
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I felt the sheer insolence of desire and envy,
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but also the tragic fragility of his beautiful arrangement.
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fragility of his beautiful arrangement.
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The ticking of Indigo’s chronometer had awakened a continuing paranoia for myself in their proximity, but most of all for them.
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They were hurtling toward martyrdom.
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Are you not afraid?
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I proposed.
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That it all might end.
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We follow Crimson’s Washington rules.
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And meditate.
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And pray.
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We rely on essential goodness. And I have six eyes. His statement was perplexing. Until from the same bedroom as V1 and her dear Italian minion came forth yet another vision. The almost
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identical twin of V1 manifested. A glorious nymph of Athena, varying only by slightly darker hair in a short eaten crop and a tigerish look.
00:41:35 ►
She wore Christian Louis Vuitton’s six inch heels in red and a wide choker of pearls,
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and a wide choker of pearls, but otherwise floated in the merest wisp of crepe de chine,
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and was essentially unadorned.
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With immaculate politeness, she nodded. Passing by me so closely,
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her fragrance of honeysuckle blended with a magnetic warmth.
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She strutted boldly to V1,
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who hesitated in the Chopin,
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to raise her lips and receive a long, adoring kiss.
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Pressing their heads together, they turned their open faces to us,
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and then lifted their veiled eyes, revealing themselves to be lost in the secret apostasies of their hearts and minds and loins.
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At this intimate disclosure, they sat and slowly resumed the nocturne, playing together.
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Madame is our muse of memory, Vermilion finally said. She is Mnemosyne, or, if officially observed, already trapped in their gifted allure, privately
00:43:34 ►
imagining the heated perfections of their late evening’s soissons-Neufs. V2 has an eidetic memory.
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Vermilion continued, quite aware of their effect on me.
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She is a favourite of magenta,
00:43:56 ►
who insists the cortical revolution
00:43:59 ►
will be driven by substances enhancing learning and memory and libido.
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She helps penetrate laboratory groups inaccessible to the public
00:44:15 ►
and monitors the emergence of new structures.
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Training I managed tersely,
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focused on the swan-like backs of the graces.
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Dual citizenship at birth.
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Canadians grew Kuwait rosemary,
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then Ukrainian, educated in Kiev and Warsaw as an intel analyst,
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trained in the subset of espionage by inactive elders of the GRU,
00:45:00 ►
the Glavnoye Razvedi Vatelnoje
00:45:05 ►
Upravleni.
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She is also of great value to Cobalt.
00:45:14 ►
She plays speed chess,
00:45:17 ►
Fischer random chess,
00:45:19 ►
Skuidi chess,
00:45:22 ►
Kriegsspiel.
00:45:24 ►
Like V1, she is an
00:45:28 ►
His Russian indicated complete familiarity with the idiom.
00:45:41 ►
What sort of espionage?
00:45:45 ►
A rare form, spying at the edge of science and mathematics.
00:45:54 ►
She entertained graduate students close to iconoclast Gregory Perelman,
00:46:02 ►
subsequent to his resolution at the Poincaré Conjecture.
00:46:11 ►
The same with colleagues of Andrew Viles at Princeton, after the proof of Fermat’s last theorem.
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of Fermat’s last theorem.
00:46:27 ►
She enjoys Asian women students, those near Shinkimokizuki at Kyoto,
00:46:31 ►
to anticipate the impact of his ABC conjecture.
00:46:38 ►
She entertains the odd Silicon Valley billionaire,
00:46:43 ►
preferably their wives,
00:46:44 ►
the odd Silicon Valley billionaire, preferably their wives,
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V suggested to her even more important cortical concerns.
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An extraordinary array of beauty in mind.
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They’re almost too perfect.
00:47:09 ►
As we watched V1 played the G cleft, upper scale melody with her right hand,
00:47:25 ►
as V2 played the C cleft, lower scale accompaniment with her left. Their free hands moving across each other’s thighs and pulling them closer.
00:47:29 ►
They were as a single being.
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Abandoning my reserve, I could only imagine one caught within their private symphony of desire.
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We are bound by their intellect, Vermilion observed astutely. Their bravura and their devotion. Beauty, we have found, is so common. I was at the centre of some sensual cyclone,
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a vortex of carnality,
00:48:13 ►
exhilarated by those immodestly adorned
00:48:16 ►
and being invited, it seemed,
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to obscure pleasures and secret nudities.
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The Chopin piece ended.
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V1 and V2 walked holding hands to Vermilion,
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each kissing him with unalloyed desire.
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each kissing him with unalloyed desire.
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The shadowy outlines of their silver bodies showed a prelude to more sensuous visions.
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They sat beside him
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V2 in the midst
00:49:04 ►
and all three turned to look directly at me.
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They said nothing for long, uncomfortable moments.
00:49:20 ►
Transfixed within their torchlights of attention, I could not move or entertain some nervous utterance,
00:49:30 ►
glancing guiltily at the women’s fine breasts.
00:49:36 ►
V1, without breaking her gaze,
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her eyes now imperial blue,
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Her eyes, now imperial blue, reached with tantalising slowness, and parted slightly, one of V2’s legs.
00:50:04 ►
Their ivory leanness promising even headier delights.
00:50:09 ►
Vermilion, with the lightest touch,
00:50:15 ►
seemed to open delicately V2’s other leg.
00:50:30 ►
V2, her eyes ultramarine, tensed, as V1 began to stroke the inside of her thigh.
00:50:46 ►
Finally submitting, her eyes clouding as she looked at me, she responded with slowly increasing urgency.
00:50:54 ►
The contact high from the threesome was of celestial import.
00:51:04 ►
A glorious nimbus of light radiated outward from the edge of their faces, and embraced them.
00:51:15 ►
I heard both women speak distinctly, although their lips did not move.
00:51:20 ►
Would you like more juice. Above them, the ceiling of cerulean blue broke into displays of dryads and naiads,
00:51:35 ►
tree and fountain nymphs, and sons of Poseidon with triton shells. V1 and V2,
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sitting with their legs wide and overlapping,
00:51:53 ►
pleasured each other before me.
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Their eyes now aquamarine,
00:52:00 ►
now with diamond radiance.
00:52:18 ►
They became expert witches, perusing abstruse treaties on potions, their arms multifold like Hindu deities. Spectra of erotica displayed, reflected in infinite mirrors, as V1 and V2 became the newly born.
00:52:33 ►
School girls, mothers, toothless wrinkled crones, then offal and stench and dust.
00:52:50 ►
Their beauty became the face of God,
00:52:56 ►
then starlight, so holy I was prostrate.
00:53:03 ►
Their perfumes and voices were of the harlot goddesses
00:53:07 ►
at the crest of fabled Mount Meru,
00:53:12 ►
made of blue sapphires and rubies,
00:53:17 ►
then transformed into the prayers of revered nuns
00:53:21 ►
in demure robes,
00:53:24 ►
kneeling before Christ incarnate.
00:53:32 ►
Their frantically copulating hips
00:53:35 ►
were orgiastic with the cries of birth and death.
00:53:42 ►
Their climaxes, like the crash of majestic breakers on pristine shores,
00:53:51 ►
the silent expansion of supernova, the picosecond of universal creation and the casting of worlds.
00:54:13 ►
As their hands moved between their legs in driving
00:54:16 ►
concupiscence,
00:54:17 ►
their faces became
00:54:19 ►
vulnerable and
00:54:21 ►
unblemished
00:54:22 ►
in adoration of the godhead.
00:54:28 ►
Fields of lush breasts and hardened milky teats roiled to the edge of reality,
00:54:38 ►
and thick forests of painted fingernails protruded from the wet-lipped earth.
00:54:48 ►
I felt as though the sky were my lover
00:54:52 ►
and I, rampant with ardour and immortality,
00:55:02 ►
rent the moist fields with bolts of lightning
00:55:05 ►
As the winds scattered life
00:55:09 ►
And the cries of those to be born
00:55:12 ►
Echoed through eons undreamed
00:55:17 ►
Before me, the women’s beauteous minds and bodies seemed the apex of evolution,
00:55:30 ►
their DNA entwined irrevocably through Stone Age fires and billions of childbirths,
00:55:40 ►
until I felt at last the yearning of all lost loves,
00:55:49 ►
and saw its manifestation as a pure young girl in a long dress,
00:55:57 ►
with broad hat and ribbons,
00:56:02 ►
wandering far from her thatched roof cottage
00:56:05 ►
All alone among the hedgerows on a grey and desolate moor
00:56:13 ►
Fair and sorrowful, remembering her missing lover with all her secret heart.
00:56:28 ►
I don’t know how long I was gone.
00:56:32 ►
In the end, there were suddenly no nyads on the ceiling,
00:56:38 ►
no dryads, no triton’s horns,
00:56:44 ►
just the sound of the late evening breeze across the gardens and the connubial scent of flowers in efflorescence.
00:57:11 ►
sipping tea primly from translucent china cups. V1 and V2 comforted me, as if I were an unruly schoolboy, lost from his studies. They acted as though the second coming had not occurred before us,
00:57:29 ►
while I perspired lightly and could not find a voice.
00:57:40 ►
They wore antique buttoned leather shoes and long blue calico dresses with embroidered cotton to their necklines, without makeup, dressed down
00:57:49 ►
and plain like Mennonite schoolteachers. Yet they had the same eyes, the colour of sapphires.
00:58:09 ►
They both carried the Mennonite Bible.
00:58:13 ►
Still not moving their lips,
00:58:17 ►
they posed a difficult question.
00:58:21 ►
How often can you come?
00:58:30 ►
Before I could respond inappropriately to such a virtuous discourse,
00:58:34 ►
Vermilion interceded at last,
00:58:41 ►
inviting me to a window to take the air and settling me gently.
00:58:48 ►
The women in their long skirts began to walk slowly to the bedroom,
00:58:52 ►
holding my eyes.
00:58:59 ►
Worried at this juncture,
00:59:00 ►
I addressed Vermilion in a voice now muted and hoarse.
00:59:09 ►
Where are they going?
00:59:14 ►
To save a soul, they replied.
00:59:22 ►
To my distress, they left the bedroom door slightly ajar.
00:59:30 ►
Vermilion held me by the far window, lest I, in my disinhibitions, stumble to join them.
00:59:41 ►
He ruminated on arcane aspects of Eros in his scholarly asides.
01:00:03 ►
believed that one has a double in heaven, who did good deeds and was sanctified if one on earth engaged in insatiable wantonness.
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Must one deny Christianity in such service?
01:00:22 ►
I mumbled in bewilderment, still unsteady at the revelatory displays.
01:00:31 ►
Never! The early Christian Adamites, to initiate their sacred orgies, prayed together.
01:00:41 ►
prayed together and before extinguishing the candle
01:00:46 ►
recited the good lord’s instruction
01:00:49 ►
go forth and multiply
01:00:54 ►
the yellow acacia blossoms below
01:01:01 ►
were bursting in full flower
01:01:03 ►
the haze of pollen like fine clouds. I stood
01:01:11 ►
and wavered, lacking any indication of my role in the night, thinking only of the tempting bedroom. Vermilion distracted me. Rhodopsis, the courtesan, celebrated throughout Greece,
01:01:35 ►
was a fellow slave of Aesop, the fable writer. She was rumoured to have built a pyramid from her encounters.
01:01:52 ►
She cast irons to roast whole oxen for the offerings at Delphi.
01:02:06 ►
She was redeemed for a vast sum by Caraxes, brother of Sappho, the poetess of Lesbos, and who traded in lesbian wine.
01:02:15 ►
At this cryptic aside, my imagination smouldered,
01:02:20 ►
and I detached myself toward the bedchamber,
01:02:27 ►
hesitating only to seize the Mennonite Bible left upon the desk.
01:02:31 ►
It was not an illusion.
01:02:38 ►
Vermillion walked closely nearby, still the historian.
01:02:53 ►
There were the devadasi, or ritual female prostitutes in Hindu temples, in honour of the Babylonian goddess Mailita.
01:03:09 ►
I long had ceased to ask academic questions, becoming more mute and dark. But Vermilion intercepted and managed me note, upon which was scribbled a list.
01:03:32 ►
- Alcohol.
01:03:37 ►
- Morphine.
01:03:41 ►
- Cocaine.
01:03:48 ►
- Methamphetamine 5. 6. 7
01:03:53 ►
Vermilion watched as I studied the note in the guise of a drug policy analyst.
01:04:04 ►
as I studied the note in the guise of a drug policy analyst.
01:04:11 ►
Returning the paper, I saw beneath the blue ribbon a portion of Revelation.
01:04:17 ►
And there came upon me one of the seven angels
01:04:22 ►
which had the seven vials full of the seven last plagues.
01:04:31 ►
I closed the book, finally comprehending that Vermilion and his companion stars did not trifle in pleasures, but practised an esoteric art of medicine,
01:04:48 ►
arguably the most fundamental healing.
01:04:52 ►
Their exquisite erotic devotions
01:04:55 ►
were not indulgences,
01:04:58 ►
but religious conduct.
01:05:03 ►
I collected myself from unbridled dreams, humbled and respectful.
01:05:15 ►
V1 and V2 reappeared, this time in ankle-length black robes with caftans.
01:05:23 ►
in ankle-length black robes with caftans.
01:05:30 ►
We silently partook of sliced fruits and yogurts and nuts and became grounded in our bodies,
01:05:36 ►
subdued from the events of the early evening.
01:05:40 ►
I could only await their direction.
01:05:45 ►
With little discussion, we were moved to two vehicles,
01:05:51 ►
identical black Mercedes in the manor courtyard.
01:05:55 ►
The women led in one car.
01:05:58 ►
As a habit from a previous life,
01:06:02 ►
I could not help but notice their licence plates.
01:06:08 ►
from a previous life. I could not help but notice their licence plates. Oddly, they were CH, Confederatio Helvetica, Swiss.
01:06:28 ►
Our target tonight is a young woman cocaine addict, he remarked.
01:06:33 ►
A clerk at the former Stasi headquarters,
01:06:38 ►
now part of the Bundeskriminalamt,
01:06:41 ►
the German Federal Police.
01:06:47 ►
We tailed V1 and V2 as they filtered toward the bombed-out bunkers
01:06:51 ►
and warehouses of East Berlin,
01:06:55 ►
near the former checkpoint Charlie,
01:06:58 ►
where those who ran for freedom
01:07:00 ►
were executed like wild beasts.
01:07:09 ►
We rode in the late Berlin blackness, down forbidding streets derelict with the horrors of the Reich,
01:07:16 ►
arriving at an intimidating destroyed pile, an underground venue with no name.
01:07:28 ►
It was packed with garishly tattooed skinhead thugs,
01:07:33 ►
with broad sinewy arms and vests of rawhide.
01:07:40 ►
Platinum coiffed and rail-thin, but bosomy dominatrixes, ghostly pale in severe leather coats with pointed collars like vampires, moved through the tawdry scrum.
01:08:09 ►
dealers with evil looks trailed their victims, while excited German, Dutch and English girls slummed dangerously to solve their addictions. The pounding metal rock and growling low German German dialects of Ramstein were deafening.
01:08:29 ►
Small bars dealt iridescent liquids and paper bindles with dragon stamps.
01:08:35 ►
Emaciated women with smudged eye make-up
01:08:38 ►
and the torn silk of heroin chic
01:08:42 ►
bound with ropes or handcuffs swayed languorously in elevated
01:08:49 ►
cages. As we entered the unworldly crush, every woman’s eye followed V1 and V2. Towering over the Moroccans, both disrobed simultaneously. They
01:09:13 ►
revealed matching scarlet and ebony leather courses, pinching their already vanishing wastes. Only their florid hips and tumescent nipples barely escaped the grip
01:09:30 ►
of tight leather against ivory skin. Their legs were satin to fearfully sharp and lofty heels. An impromptu and mesmerised entourage
01:09:47 ►
desperately followed their progress,
01:09:51 ►
too stunned even to speak with them.
01:10:00 ►
V1 and V2 produced short whips
01:10:04 ►
and passed easily through the crowd, standing for tantalising
01:10:11 ►
moments to graze lightly with their whips, the swollen breasts of a woman bound inescapably
01:10:19 ►
with ropes.
01:10:32 ►
she was inclined back against a huge coptic cross her arms and legs extended and forced apart with iron spreaders gaffled to dripped hot beeswax from a thick white liturgical candle upon
01:10:53 ►
her reddening breasts as she twisted under the slow stinging drops. Deeper into the caverns, among groups of men and girls in lurid pursuits, the huntresses
01:11:16 ►
searched for their patient. They moved relentlessly as the ribald shrieks of lost sirens sounded in the heat.
01:11:32 ►
The press of bodies like the pawing of restless stables. Within one isolated cave, dimly lit by guttering black candles, V1 found her.
01:11:52 ►
She was seated tearfully before several Moroccan coke dealers, the powder and craving evident.
01:12:10 ►
and craving evident, as they stood before her, trading lines for sexual favours, manhandling her youthful flesh and resigned lubricity. We were in some infernal burl. One fixed his sordid eyes on V2, who responded by spewing loud and vile invectives in Arabic.
01:12:32 ►
The mood thickened with danger, like the smell of fresh blood. They all turned with menace, scowling, and rushed at V1. Shouting obscene commands
01:12:55 ►
from the brothels of Marrakesh, she flogged him mercilessly with painful strikes of her whip, demanding he kneel before her.
01:13:07 ►
He halted, staggered and confused,
01:13:13 ►
thinking it was dominance play by a brace of stellar lesbians
01:13:18 ►
who ravished the caves for white slaves.
01:13:23 ►
V2 placed one endless leg onto the seat by the girl, stretching
01:13:31 ►
her finely toned white thigh and her filmy black g-string close to her face. As V1 took the girl forcefully by the hair and pulled her back, blocking access to the men.
01:13:51 ►
The Moroccans, dazzled by these salacious gestures, retreated awkwardly.
01:14:01 ►
They considered the extended stiletto points
01:14:05 ►
of their fierce heels
01:14:07 ►
their ankle straps encrusted with diamonds
01:14:11 ►
beneath the flawless musculature
01:14:15 ►
of improbably long legs
01:14:18 ►
whispering in high German, V2 very gently brought up the girl’s dazed eyes and kissed her bruised lips.
01:14:38 ►
Seizing the girl as their captive, V1 and V2 stormed from the cave.
01:14:44 ►
their captive, V1 and V2, stormed from the cave.
01:14:48 ►
One Moroccan tried to follow,
01:14:53 ►
dissuaded by a vermilion and a burly doorman with bad teeth and a full facial tattoo of a grinning death’s head.
01:15:00 ►
They kept her bound as we burst through the exit door
01:15:03 ►
into the waiting Mercedes.
01:15:07 ►
The girl, now with one shoe, craving more drug and expecting to be for the night an odalisque in some cocaine harem.
01:15:21 ►
Vermillion and I followed them to the manor.
01:15:32 ►
Vermillion and I followed them to the manor. The captive seated tightly between V1 and V2. They covered her with a robe, their priors still bound and now barefoot. The trio flowing past the astonished but
01:15:48 ►
obeisant footman. Vermillion pulled carefully onto the gravel sweep of the manor and doused
01:15:59 ►
the lights. After observing the dark and sweet become oddly roseate with some pale fire,
01:16:11 ►
Vermillion invited me, surprisingly, for a stroll in the garden.
01:16:19 ►
We passed at a funereal pace among the verdant foliage.
01:16:26 ►
Only the sweet French windows subtly lit above us,
01:16:32 ►
as stone gargoyles beneath the seventeenth-century cornices protected the manor,
01:16:41 ►
grimacing with thickened lips and lavish fangs and tongues.
01:16:49 ►
They’ll need a little time, he explained.
01:16:55 ►
Tell me of the procedure.
01:17:00 ►
They may bring her off the cocaine craving with small doses of NDMA,
01:17:06 ►
which we regard as glorified speed,
01:17:09 ►
with useful empathogenic properties for rare interventions.
01:17:17 ►
Once pretreated and displacing the devilish sexuality of cocaine
01:17:24 ►
with the superior sensuality of MDMA,
01:17:29 ►
itself limited by its toxicity.
01:17:34 ►
We’ll invite her introspection and awakening.
01:17:40 ►
If she wishes, with a non-lethal classical psychedelic.
01:17:48 ►
Selbeys her very slowly first,
01:17:52 ►
as a purification ceremony.
01:17:58 ►
With V1 and V2 as guides,
01:18:02 ►
her mind and body will become radiant after the transfigurations.
01:18:14 ►
What transfigurations? in slow circuits toward the manor, ever vigilant. He finally spoke.
01:18:31 ►
Vime hears him, but not sees him. There was little evidence of their presence in the suite, save a crystal decanter filled with frappe of blueberries
01:18:49 ►
and three fragile champagne flutes, while the small steady flames of three equidistant
01:18:58 ►
votives in dark purple glass illuminated the centre.
01:19:03 ►
and dark purple glass illuminated the centre.
01:19:10 ►
All the lamps had been draped with red silk.
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Their harshness dimmed.
01:19:19 ►
The suite appeared as a baronial rouge bordello, or a sanctum for the Epicurean erotic mysteries.
01:19:27 ►
Three sticks of sandalwood incense burned,
01:19:32 ►
curling into horizontal drifting vapours,
01:19:36 ►
while song to the moon,
01:19:39 ►
an aria from Dvorak’s Rusalka,
01:19:42 ►
played with poignant air.
01:19:51 ►
Within this occult scene there was a sense of some primordial teaching being handed down. A shower was running and
01:19:59 ►
other sounds were muffled.
01:20:09 ►
I could not determine if mingled with the water were tears of joy or sorrow.
01:20:16 ►
Now in lucent, shining robes,
01:20:19 ►
they appeared across the suite.
01:20:23 ►
Laughing gently, they were dancing like fairies in a courtly allemande.
01:20:32 ►
V1 began playfully stroking the girls’ erect breasts.
01:20:39 ►
At this overture, she became quite serious, pouting and complacent, even as she grew more taut and excited.
01:20:54 ►
She stood very still, then shivered, stretching her legs firmly to receive more fully their incessant adorations.
01:21:11 ►
Now an eager captive, her growing cupidity and the jaunty upward tilt of her rosy tips flagrant before us,
01:21:24 ►
she was pushed and pulled in opposing directions by V1 and V2,
01:21:31 ►
until her prudence at being witnessed was overcome.
01:21:37 ►
She began quivering, responding to every touch with ever more heated indiscretions.
01:21:45 ►
responding to every touch with ever more heated indiscretions.
01:21:54 ►
V2 danced before her as an alluring moonlit will-o’-the-wisp,
01:21:59 ►
her opaline robes oscillating hypnotically.
01:22:06 ►
Panting heavily, the girl reached for her at this frank admission of the girl’s true erotic nature
01:22:14 ►
they pressed her between their unattainable bodies
01:22:19 ►
and against a Louis VI table
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so that she either had to bolt or submit.
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Tantalised by magical silver nymphs on this night of nights,
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their mesmerising hands coaxing her dampening crevice.
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She, with a lavish swoon, yielded completely, shaking and loosening
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her thighs like Leda before a brace of white swans. Her hands gripped their backs. She began to plead. With heated kisses, they moved in dreamlike haste to the
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bedchamber. Vermilion and I remained as the aria from Rusalka transformed into ecclesiastical chants from the cloistered nun Hildegard von Bingen.
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We managed to sip flutes of the Frappe, finding some relief in the hypnotic liturgical glories. Vermillion’s countenance was grim for the girl’s willing seduction
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was to be far more serious
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than an evening’s sex
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from the bedchamber
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lilting gasps of pleasure
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rose from the girl
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until she began groaning with utter abandonment.
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Ah, ah, ah, ah, ja, ja, ah, liebling, ja, ja.
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Her intermittent cries became unintelligible,
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culminating in long, slow, heavy contractions.
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But to our concern, the frenzy mounted further, her lust becoming insatiable.
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She began to mutter, then shout indiscriminate invocations, hysterical and begging in a rough voice, not her own, for even more wicked pleasures.
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She became lost in a frighteningly wanton delirium, and invited the urgent thrusts of hooved satyrs. It was as though some dark and winged creature
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of desire in the girl had been recognised
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and provoked and battled to be released.
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The rhythm of her initiation quickened over the hours.
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of her initiation quickened over the hours. V1 and V2 began singing in plain song, exchanges a sixteenth-century Latin rite of exorcism from the Rituale Romanum. as the girl convulsed endlessly
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under the devoted ministrations of their hands
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and mouths and hips
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they each sang a litany of the saints
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and lines from the Pater Noster
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at the peak of her unquenched desire, they briefly conjured the princes of hell from her by the names Acheron, Astaroth, Magoth, Asmodeus and Beelzebub.
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and Beelzebub.
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Then precipitated each wild climax by adjuring and driving them out
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with the sacred invocations of
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Emmanuel,
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Jehovah,
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Adonai.
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And it seemed the wordless
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Tetragrammaton,
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the Hebrew name that cannot be spoken.
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They ceased only to repudiate with her,
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in soft exchanges, the horror of addiction,
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then again fell into each other’s clenching ecstasies.
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Their multitude of orgasms became seizures,
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thunderous waterfalls of light not of this world.
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The intensity of their spiritual intercourse
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far beyond mere physical movements.
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Hours passed, but the sensual fascination of their entwined bodies and moaning prayers did not.
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In the exhausting early hours, Vermillion, trusting me now, elected to return to the garden for meditation with a volume of elegaic poetry, leaving me alone to listen to this
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sensual conversation.
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leaving me alone to listen to this sensual conversation.
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I respected their path to the healing of an unfortunate,
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but could not remain seated.
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The bedchamber door remained slightly open.
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I walked silently, reverently, just to glimpse for a moment the transfiguration of a soul being freed with the blessing of Eros. The tableau was illumined with lunar whiteness from the rising moon, with one votive across the room.
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V1 and V2 clasped the girl acolyte between them, moving as alabaster forms of living statuary,
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as though they were animated elgin marbles.
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Their naked and licentious figures were outlined in ivory like a forbidden intaglio,
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their skin pale and white as honey. The girl, slim and yearning, was being transubstantiated as a holy Virgo Intacta beneath two angelic
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succubi. Her cum face was beautific, turned deeply into
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a lush down pillow as she convulsively grasped silk and flesh. She was urged into erotic seizures by their long graceful fingers whose slightest gesture had the eloquence of blessings. Now supine, constantly caressed into voluptuous paroxysms,
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her back repeatedly arched at each fervent exhortation.
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She was twisting relentlessly to offer her tumescent breasts.
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Her exquisite ankles, porcelain in the moonlight, moved shamelessly in the perfumed musky air.
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Rising and falling slowly like courtesan’s fans, then circling in wide, low arabesques,
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then flexing and trembling violently.
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At last she began uttering one long syllable of worship,
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a roulade to a forgiving deity.
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Its florid embellishments, broken only by her drowning gasps and almost screamed German phrases of elevated religiosity. In the deepest night, the beast at last had fled.
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Their happy voices became those of children, of virtuous schoolgirls.
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Knowing they were finally safe and being deeply fatigued, I managed to fall asleep on a couch.
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Being deeply fatigued, I managed to fall asleep on a couch. Just before dawn, I half dreamed the trio stood before the French open windows, arm
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in arm, rapturously singing to the horned moon with its white aura. There was in the end,
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for all of us it seemed,
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a feeling of boundless peace,
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of infinite solace.
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I awakened in mid-morning
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to fresh blue hydrangeas and yellow roses in a pair of antique celadon, mint-green vases, by each end of my couch.
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Vermilion, V1 and V2 and the girl were not to be found.
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Alarmed, I hastened to the bedchamber. The sheets were stripped. There remained only a great emptiness. The bleak absence of angels that perhaps never were. A Navajo smudge stick of sage had been
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burned and the windows were all open. A recording of the sainted Courtesan von Bingen still
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played quietly. The champagne flutes had been polished,
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as was every surface in the bathrooms.
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There were no fingerprints to identify them.
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No record they ever existed.
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I rang the major domo and asked for the register of guests.
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I rang the majordomo and asked for the register of guests.
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The suite was in the name of Dr. Leopold von Sackermassock of Gestad.
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Obviously illiterate ruse.
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Even the harpsichord keys had been wiped.
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Badly stung by their abrupt departure, but admiring their professional acuity,
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I grimly adjusted the dual combination locks of my valise and opened it to prepare for my own urgent flight. Therein was a folded note, which I quickly put in my pocket. Below,
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upon my shirts, had been placed a little girl’s feathered angel wings and a furry white halo. Behind my silent driver, en route to Tempelhof
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and down the Unter den Linden, I saw the Reichstag pass, then the burned skeletons of the Wilhelm Memorial and Nikolai churches,
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destroyed by Allied bombing.
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They rose against the troubled sky like shriveled fingers from unkempt graves.
01:35:57 ►
The horses’ manes and chariot of the Brandenburger Tor
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receded above me,
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their frozen grey images recalling the profilia in Greece, victorious forever.
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But from Berlin ever after, I remembered not the war, nor the howling Reich, nor the enslavement of innocents, but only their antidote, the Athenian ideal, the graces, the goddesses of mind.
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the goddesses of mind.
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Only the note in my pocket remained.
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Upon opening it,
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the scent of Ode to Govinci arose.
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Unsigned, in broad strokes of vermilion ink,
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was a fragment of Puccini’s Madama Butterfly, an aria of Chow Chow San. It seemed for our interview a riddle of benediction or
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commencement in this insoluble maze of desire and loss. I will return to the roses in the season of joy.
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Next, we have some commentary on the chapter by Gregory Sams.
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Gregory has been in the business of changing things since 1967,
01:37:59 ►
when, with Brother Craig, he opened up the market for organic and natural foods in the UK,
01:38:05 ►
moving through seed restaurant, shops, and two magazines to whole earth foods.
01:38:11 ►
In 1982, he conceived and christened the original veggie burger, an idea that spread.
01:38:16 ►
Leaving food for fractals, he opened a shop devoted to new science, Chaos Theory,
01:38:19 ►
publishing and licensing fractals worldwide.
01:38:26 ►
Chaos led him to write two books, The State is Out of Date, We Can Do It Better, A Timely Look at How Well We Self-Organize in Freedom,
01:38:29 ►
and Taboo-Busting Son of God, Bringing Our Local Star Back in from the Cold.
01:38:35 ►
For more information, visit GregorySams.com
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I’m really pleased that I was asked to review the audio recording of chapter 5 from The Rose of Paracelsus.
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It was an extraordinary book to read, but to listen to this chapter being so perfectly delivered,
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it was like a live movie in my mind of everything that was taking place. And it was the meeting with Vermillion, who introduced us to the realms of the sacred and the profane, accompanied by two
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extraordinarily beautiful women who love their work. And their work is seduction and lovemaking,
01:39:38 ►
infiltration, information gathering, all part of the overall security network of the seven
01:39:47 ►
and I was immediately caught by the detail I mean the type of shirts he
01:39:56 ►
wears vermillion whereas custom turnbull and Astor shirts. Now, I might have had, if he’s ever failed to pick up
01:40:07 ►
one of the custom shirts that he ordered,
01:40:10 ►
I might have picked it up for a song
01:40:12 ►
at Turnbull and Asser’s annual one-day sale
01:40:15 ►
where I accumulated a collection of their shirts,
01:40:18 ►
but I digress.
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And another advantage to hearing it was that when I was reading the chapter, I kept stopping
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to look up references to the obscure and the intriguing and the implausible at times, like
01:40:40 ►
this Christian sect, the histrionii, who felt they had a double in heaven.
01:40:46 ►
And the more evil they were on earth, the more saintly and good deed doing was their double in heaven.
01:40:56 ►
And they tried as hard as they could to sin.
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I mean, yes, they existed. I tracked them down in a Google book.
01:41:06 ►
I couldn’t find it the second time around,
01:41:08 ►
but I did when I was reading.
01:41:10 ►
And it was a page, God knows what, of this obscure text.
01:41:14 ►
They talk about the history, honey.
01:41:19 ►
Mad stuff.
01:41:20 ►
But when I’m listening to it, I could just listen through
01:41:24 ►
because I know that these references,
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they’re all real.
01:41:30 ►
Other chapters in the book
01:41:31 ►
where he describes a painting
01:41:34 ►
hanging in the side,
01:41:36 ►
a place that is being visited,
01:41:40 ►
that is the painting that’s there.
01:41:42 ►
I can’t believe how the memory of Leonard Picard,
01:41:53 ►
for detail to write this book, while incarcerated with no access to reference books of any kind just drawing all this from his phenomenal and memory and his fertile description of
01:42:13 ►
what’s going on that was so brought to life in the reading of this chapter. I feel like I’ve been to the movie.
01:42:27 ►
It’s better than the movie, though,
01:42:29 ►
because it was all in my head,
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engraved in my memory,
01:42:34 ►
some of these extraordinary, erotic scenes.
01:42:40 ►
And the salvation of a woman from the crack den,
01:42:46 ►
or cocaine den in East Berlin,
01:42:49 ►
where they saved her,
01:42:54 ►
but she worked within the German security forces,
01:42:57 ►
and they needed somebody on the inside.
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And I believe, I’m told all this happened and
01:43:06 ►
it certainly happened for me when I was reading this chapter.
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Hats off to all involved.
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Thank you again for tuning in to this episode of The Rose of Paracelsus.
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My name is Alexa.
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And I’m Kat.
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Onwards and upwards. Thank you. © transcript Emily Beynon And for now, this is Lorenzo signing off from Cyberdelic Space.
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Namaste, my friends.