TM Prompt #342: Interruption
They are always predicting the apocalypse.
"I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet-colored animal, full of blasphemous names, having seven heads and ten horns.
The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having in her hand a golden cup full of abominations and the impurities of her fornication.
And on her forehead a name was written, 'MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF THE PROSTITUTES AND OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.'
I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus. When I saw her, I wondered with great amazement."
"She rides astride the Beast; in her left hand she holds the reins, representing the passion which unites them. In her right she holds aloft the cup, the Holy Grail aflame with love and death. In this cup are mingled the elements of the sacrament of the Aeon."
The Scarlet Woman is the Gateway to the City of the Pyramids.
That is where I have been. The City of the Pyramids. I walked through the desert. They say the City exists under the Night of Pan, which is a night of symbolic death.
We Russians tend to take things literally. Not my death, though. Not that. In spite of how, perhaps, everything was supposed to be. Maybe I was to die from fever. Who can say? It was close, though, this time.
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stranger.
So. I walked through the desert. Afterward. My skin is not really meant for that. It is funny in a way. I can set foot on brimstone, wade through lava and black, toxic waters. But I cannot suntan. There's probably a lesson in there somewhere but I am too tired to search for one.
What was I talking about? Oh, yes. The Scarlet Woman. Babalon. Gateway and whore. Great Mother? No. I do not think so. If that is anyone it is Emma Frost now, haha.
John the Revelator did not eat mushrooms. I've hear it was actually peganum harmala. Either way, he was shown his personal vision of the end. Apocalypse. The eschaton, coming and coming and coming again and again and again. The world is always ending.
But not today.
Girl interrupted.
(You are welcome, Douglas Ramsey.)
"I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet-colored animal, full of blasphemous names, having seven heads and ten horns.
The woman was dressed in purple and scarlet, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having in her hand a golden cup full of abominations and the impurities of her fornication.
And on her forehead a name was written, 'MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF THE PROSTITUTES AND OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.'
I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus. When I saw her, I wondered with great amazement."
"She rides astride the Beast; in her left hand she holds the reins, representing the passion which unites them. In her right she holds aloft the cup, the Holy Grail aflame with love and death. In this cup are mingled the elements of the sacrament of the Aeon."
The Scarlet Woman is the Gateway to the City of the Pyramids.
That is where I have been. The City of the Pyramids. I walked through the desert. They say the City exists under the Night of Pan, which is a night of symbolic death.
We Russians tend to take things literally. Not my death, though. Not that. In spite of how, perhaps, everything was supposed to be. Maybe I was to die from fever. Who can say? It was close, though, this time.
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stranger.
So. I walked through the desert. Afterward. My skin is not really meant for that. It is funny in a way. I can set foot on brimstone, wade through lava and black, toxic waters. But I cannot suntan. There's probably a lesson in there somewhere but I am too tired to search for one.
What was I talking about? Oh, yes. The Scarlet Woman. Babalon. Gateway and whore. Great Mother? No. I do not think so. If that is anyone it is Emma Frost now, haha.
John the Revelator did not eat mushrooms. I've hear it was actually peganum harmala. Either way, he was shown his personal vision of the end. Apocalypse. The eschaton, coming and coming and coming again and again and again. The world is always ending.
But not today.
Girl interrupted.
(You are welcome, Douglas Ramsey.)