The luminous mask of Queen Being's face is waxy, immobile,
with eyes like sentinels. She was an idol in Byzane, an
idol dancing to her own tune; and she spoke with pollen
and honey. The soft secret yielding of woman she carved
into mens brains with copper words. Queen Being the
indissoluble poison of legends. If the torrent failed to
engulf them, or they did extricate themselves, Queen
Being haunted their memory with the tale they wished to
forget. All that was swift and malevolent in woman might
ruthlessly be destroyed, but who would destroy the
illusion on which
Queen Being laid her self to sleep each night?
Within the fever of her restlessness the world has lost
its human shape. She is de-limiting the horizons, sinking
into planets without axis, losing her polarity and the
divine knowledge of integration.
To you- your lies are not lies, Queen Being. They are
arrows flung out of your orbit by the strength of your
own fantasy. To nurish illusion. To destroy reality.
Arriving TOBs (Tolerant Obsessive Beings) will always
help you. They will invent lies for you and with them
you will traverse the world.
Behind Queen Being's lies is dropping Ariadne's golden
thread--to retrace one's lies, she returns to the source
and sleeps; washed of all superstructures.
Future 'wanna-be' queens will let you carry them into
the fecundity of destruction. As they choose a body then
a face, a voice, a costume, a mask, they become you, and
you become them. Wanna-be-queen silence the sensational
course of your body and you will see in Queen Being,
intact, your own fears, your own pities, your own
self-destruction. You will see love which was excluded
from the passions given you, and others will see the
passions excluded from love. And your life 'wanna-be-queen'
will become nothing more than an emptiness of a whisper.
"Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who
fears, (has awesome reverence for) the Lord is to be praised."
"Who can find a virtuous woman, She is worth far more
than rubies."
Proverbs 31:10
