The Vesper Bell of evensong had not yet rung, Heloise arrived back at la couvent de la sang precieux to find the entire collation of its inmates seated in le refectoire, at their evening meal.
This was fortunate, as they knew today was her free day of grace, in which she could enjoy; un jour de fetes, on her own , to do as she pleased. Hurriedly, she gained her private cell, a small room at the back of the Sacristy... granted to her through privilege and years of long service as befitted her station as Sacristan.
Heloise disrobed to freshen herself, poured water into a basin, disposed of the soiled habit along with the marble relic into a locked closet, the door of which displayed an icon of the Virgin, delicately rendered by la vielle soeur Agathe in distemper, gesso and casein.
Heloise gazed absently around her rudimentary cell, seeing it as if for the first time through newly opened eyes. Its austerity was marked, the simple cot, the small fire place, the tiny window overlooking the back quad and potager, the simple limewashed stucco of its irregular walls, the minute washstand, the closet, the simple chest at the foot of her bed, the black crucifix of ebony and the tiny votive altar beneath.
There were no mirrors in her cell, but after tidying her person and changing her clothes, she suddenly wanted, as never before; to have a look at her appearance... Down a small back stair she flew; to the well of la Vierge...and there in the still placid pool, surveyed her visage for the first time in ages... her face flushed hotly, she had a sunburn! not only her face, but she felt , most of the rest of her body... ( except for her shoulders and breasts, which had been somewhat protected by her camisole during her flight with the Satyr )... that evidence would remain hidden. She could not however, conceal her face...but the red burning of it was so lobsterlike; her only consolation was that no witness could misconstrue it for any blush of shame or guilt.
After so many exertions, her hunger was great, and finally appearing in le refectoire, she fell in with her sisters and la Mere Marjolaine, ( at the head table )... who welcomed her warmly along with the rest of the assembly.
"Why Soeur Heloise!...You positively glow with the divine light of our sweet Lord this evening!.... His sacred beams have found your face, his health giving fire becomes you!", la Mere Marjolaine remarked with a smile...as she cut into her potatoes and boiled Macedoine. " Do you not agree Soeur Agathe?,...Soeur Ursule?... Soeur Heloise seems a new being!...so radiant... what ever can have gotten into her today ?? It has surely done her good!! Dieu Sainte!"...
The two older nuns nodded meekly and smiled sweetly at the Abess and at Heloise, over their trenchers. Heloise blushed an even redder glow, beneath her pink face...crossed herself and broke bread. "Thank you, Ma Mere superieure... nature was so enchanting today... on the hill my good Lord our saviour excelled himself in the beauty of the season.", she returned, still blushing.
Nothing more was said on the matter, and at the end of the meal, the entire assembly rose for the giving of thanks, and sang the benediction, exiting in orderly lines; with the novices leading the way in joyful unison and in preparation for evensong and the service of Vespers.
Heloise contemplated the articles of the sacrament, alone in the Sacristy. The polychrome Christ; its crude wooden carving and waxy colouring, anguished attitude of mental and physical torment...the bloody stigmata...in so sharp a contrast to the antique finesse of the marble Satyr and Nymph of the temple; redolent of physical athletic glory, and pagan joy.
She dutifully, resignedly, carried the monstrance and the flagons of holy wine and water along with ' l'hostie ', to the high altar... within the sanctus sanctorum; the sacrarium behind the holy rood screen.
La Mere Marjolaine: Abess of La Couvent de la Sang Precieux, officiated at the service of Vespers; donning the full regalia of her station. The Evensong commenced in due course- and all fulfilled their respective duties...including Heloise- though as they raised their voices in Seraphic Harmonies, Angelic raptures and raphsodies to the vaulted roof and the heavens beyond...Heloise's mind drifted off to the events of her days adventures...she pondered wistfully, what had happened to her, in the harsh light of reality; in the context of the ritual she participated in now!...what a contrast in every way, shape and form!...and when each member of the congregation rose to take the holy sacrament in turn; from the hands of the Abess- Long slender white hands-, gradual waves of incredulity, contradiction, and revulsion rose within the psyche of Soeur Heloise de la Vachebobois, Nee Alphonsine... As if in a timeworn hypnotic trance, she approached the Altar- to receive the holy sacrament - L'hostie; the HOLY BREAD: representing the physical body of Christ divine...(His Flesh), which she must, like a willing cannibal , take and eat of... likewise then, the holy wine- she must drink; take and drink the 'Precious Blood', of our Lord Jesus Christ Saviour, who shed the same on the cross for the eternal salvation of humanity entire.
She took the dry crust into her dry mouth...it grated and stuck to the roof of her palate...almost choking her...she dutifully sipped of the wine from a cold silver cup; drinking the "Blood", of Christ. The hands of the Abess looked chapped, pasty, ashen-grey , cracked and worn, cold to the touch as they brushed her chin momentarily.
Then Soeur Heloise saw a vision of the Christ swim like a mirage in her minds' eye; his attenuated body: bleeding, suppurating with pustulent sores and the stench of rotting human flesh; crawling with maggots and oozing decay and putrefaction.....she began to VOMIT! Uncontrollably; all over the Abess!! All over the Sacrarium!- She ejected the entire contents of her stomach and intestines in six STEAMING consecutive JETS of PROJECTILE VOMIT ; all over the altar!!! to the absolute horror of the entire assembly; whose jaws dropped en masse!, gasping in disbelief!...RECOILING in SHOCK!...La Mere Marjolaine and the stunned votaresses of the order leapt back aghast, and frightened!....Heloise fainted, and fell directly headlong from the Altar dais, down three stone steps,...to land in a crumpled heap-...and then ending; to slide in a rancid stinking puddle of her own vomit.
With a mixed sense of shock, alarm, concern...mingled sympathy; and a thinly veiled utter disgust... the sisters regrouped and carried her off to her cell. Crossing themselves , and uttering quiet imprecations to God, Jesus Christ, the Holy Ghost , and the Blessed Virgin Mary.
_____________________________________________________________________
Here endeth the first Parable of The Temple of the Four Winds .... Volume Two , to Appear , Autumn 2009.
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
The Temple of the Four Winds; La Denouement
Something profound and transformative had occured. Whether a dream, revelation, some trick of supernature , her own mind... or divine intervention. Heloise awoke from a pleasant slumber, eyelids blinking rapidly in the late afternoon light ; apricot hues painted the glade warmly.
She lay in the afterglow; post ecstatic, of her sexual awakening. The late hour giving way to an evening of amber rays through green leaves darkening. Ephemeris bugs danced in a molecular cloud of chaotic movement; shot through with golden beams.
Despite realizing her deliverer had gone; and still prone, she shuddered with the radiant tremors of pleasure that coursed periodically through her veins and extremities. This was random, and outwith her control; like the juddering aftershocks of some seismic event. She felt completely earthed, sated, pleasantly exhausted, and filled with a sense of awe inspired wonderment at the recent catharsis she had undergone.
Her habit; stained with hymeneal blood, the residual sweat of their joyous union- and the glistening remains of his copious gleet...still drained warmly from her generative mons.
Heloise smiled contentedly to herself, staring up at the deepening azure above-... (then she began to laugh, ...loud and hearty- as she hadn't laughed in years!!) Strangely filled with renewed energy, she rose and set to dressing and preparing for her hike back down to the convent...There was a spring in her step , a new revelatory purpose, a feeling of positive enlightenment and residual pagan joy.
Yet, what would the sisters say, if they saw this soiled habit? She puzzled over the stain, then realized that if she turned it inside out, and reconfigured her cape to form a sort of chasuble, back and front, they would assume she was feeling the cool night air... none would be the wiser.
Upon returning to her cell, she could either visit la buanderie, or soak the garb, even burn it if need be.
Making her way first to the Belvedere, and not without a pang of longing and sadness at leaving the day and place of her enlightenment behind, she took her last looks at the antique statuary... still in situ, radiant, smiling, knowing, and copper coloured in the fulgurant gloaming.
Unable to resist running her hands over the hooves and shaggy calves of the Parian form...whose living doppelganger had so recently initiated her into the joys of carnal delight; Heloise lingered a moment at the pagan altar, in very much the same way she so often had in the Sacristy... before the contorted polychrome crucifix of her sacred Lord Jesu...not wanting to leave the object of her loyal veneration... to which she had forever pledged, her entire body, blood, being, soul, living or dead, for all eternity.
She left the temple, and walking down the path that led away from the hill; she noticed something at its verge... something small and white catching the fainter rays of the dying sun. Litter perhaps?... on closer inspection, Heloise realized the object lay half buried in the earth and rotting leaf mould...she reached to touch it, and found it smooth, warm, absorbing the heat of the sun...scrabbling in the earth to grasp its columnar form she realized it was larger than what met her gaze, and tugging with vigour, it came away from the earthy damp with a lewd sucking sound.
It was the marble fascinum!...the missing broken phallic shaft of pink veined Parian! so brutally vandalized from the temple of her deliverer. How long it had lain there was a mystery. A faint greenish tinge of moss marked the muddy line of its half submersion, roughly down the centre of its vertical circumference... she felt the warmth of the smooth stone, finely tooled with raised veins to mimic nature, the big belled head, the elegant lacing of the copious prepuce gathered beneath, the warm striated apricot pink veins of coloured marble through white that so eloquently spoke of its provenance.
Brushing off the worst of the dirt, Heloise marveled at her good fortune and spirited the relic into her reticule, where all roughly ( eight inches or so of it ,) stayed hidden for her journey home.
She lay in the afterglow; post ecstatic, of her sexual awakening. The late hour giving way to an evening of amber rays through green leaves darkening. Ephemeris bugs danced in a molecular cloud of chaotic movement; shot through with golden beams.
Despite realizing her deliverer had gone; and still prone, she shuddered with the radiant tremors of pleasure that coursed periodically through her veins and extremities. This was random, and outwith her control; like the juddering aftershocks of some seismic event. She felt completely earthed, sated, pleasantly exhausted, and filled with a sense of awe inspired wonderment at the recent catharsis she had undergone.
Her habit; stained with hymeneal blood, the residual sweat of their joyous union- and the glistening remains of his copious gleet...still drained warmly from her generative mons.
Heloise smiled contentedly to herself, staring up at the deepening azure above-... (then she began to laugh, ...loud and hearty- as she hadn't laughed in years!!) Strangely filled with renewed energy, she rose and set to dressing and preparing for her hike back down to the convent...There was a spring in her step , a new revelatory purpose, a feeling of positive enlightenment and residual pagan joy.
Yet, what would the sisters say, if they saw this soiled habit? She puzzled over the stain, then realized that if she turned it inside out, and reconfigured her cape to form a sort of chasuble, back and front, they would assume she was feeling the cool night air... none would be the wiser.
Upon returning to her cell, she could either visit la buanderie, or soak the garb, even burn it if need be.
Making her way first to the Belvedere, and not without a pang of longing and sadness at leaving the day and place of her enlightenment behind, she took her last looks at the antique statuary... still in situ, radiant, smiling, knowing, and copper coloured in the fulgurant gloaming.
Unable to resist running her hands over the hooves and shaggy calves of the Parian form...whose living doppelganger had so recently initiated her into the joys of carnal delight; Heloise lingered a moment at the pagan altar, in very much the same way she so often had in the Sacristy... before the contorted polychrome crucifix of her sacred Lord Jesu...not wanting to leave the object of her loyal veneration... to which she had forever pledged, her entire body, blood, being, soul, living or dead, for all eternity.
She left the temple, and walking down the path that led away from the hill; she noticed something at its verge... something small and white catching the fainter rays of the dying sun. Litter perhaps?... on closer inspection, Heloise realized the object lay half buried in the earth and rotting leaf mould...she reached to touch it, and found it smooth, warm, absorbing the heat of the sun...scrabbling in the earth to grasp its columnar form she realized it was larger than what met her gaze, and tugging with vigour, it came away from the earthy damp with a lewd sucking sound.
It was the marble fascinum!...the missing broken phallic shaft of pink veined Parian! so brutally vandalized from the temple of her deliverer. How long it had lain there was a mystery. A faint greenish tinge of moss marked the muddy line of its half submersion, roughly down the centre of its vertical circumference... she felt the warmth of the smooth stone, finely tooled with raised veins to mimic nature, the big belled head, the elegant lacing of the copious prepuce gathered beneath, the warm striated apricot pink veins of coloured marble through white that so eloquently spoke of its provenance.
Brushing off the worst of the dirt, Heloise marveled at her good fortune and spirited the relic into her reticule, where all roughly ( eight inches or so of it ,) stayed hidden for her journey home.
Monday, 2 March 2009
The Temple of the Four Winds: Le Cinquieme Etage
Was she still dreaming? was this happening? The scent of their coital union filled her nostrils; musk,ambergris, sweat ; she knew then ,it had to be real.
She began to joyfully, thankfully, kiss his breasts, his dark nipples, neck , mouth... thrusting her tongue down his throat in the old French style. With each riveting volley of his pounding hips... she felt he reached depths hitherto unimagined- ( but it was not enough ). Greater depth was sought... laying her deftly on the habit still lying at their feet in dappled sunlight; he locked her two feet between his powerful hooves... and like the insistant waves beating for eternity against the sandy shore; he assailed her in a timeless cadence...everlasting.
"Oh Lord you have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you..." the timeless words of Saint Augustin ran madly through her brain... so fitting , so apropos...
Miraculously, Heloise found their mutual joy increasing as the afternoon wore on- the ecstacy of pagan joy; she repeatedly gained from the fortitude and vitality of his manifest physical divinity...the incarnate force and proof of the living marble of his fascinum, moving majestically within her for the first time in her 55 years of life- had lifted a dark and gloomy veil from her until now, ( narrow and blinkered worldview ).
Time stood still as he rutted; half man , half animal... with that combination of brute savagery and gentleness only such a mutation could afford. Time stretched, arced in a bending parabola reaching ever onwards to a feeling of inmost infinity.
Raising her nates, in a rosy mound of lathered flesh before him- he plowed repeatedly into her tingling and expectant fundament... showing her the way of the stallion, the way of the dog, and the way of the ten thousand rhythms.
The urgency and rapidity of their seismic gyrations; she rising backwards to meet his loving blows, brought them to the brink of a million precipices...and back again. He was nearing the crisis of his climax ; while Heloise had been the fortunate recipient of multiple orgasms throughout this epiphany... with the strength of an acrobat, the Satyr then balanced her on an abdominal table of muscle;...his two arms behind him...and Heloise poised on his shaft above.
The miracle progressed on to newer wonderments and heights of ecstatic incredulity....Heloise managed , (incredibly), a new found flexibility of bodily skill in her rather rotund and portly person! Her legs and boots bent up behind her ears , ( like a contortionist in a circus sideshow ), fantastically dexterous in this newfound urgency of collaboration, ( she felt no pain )- endorphines pumped- penultimate joy was near!!
Colours in psychedelic phantasmagoria swam before her consciousness- and the primordial depths of her mind, were plumbed for a procession of fantastic imagery passing before her in a hallucinatory parade of symbolic tropes. And all this to the wild beatings of jungle drums, choral crescendos and orchestral rumblings, blasts and the ringing of bells and gongs!
First the blessed Virgin Mary immaculate, enthroned on a golden sun disc as the Queen of Heaven, smiling sweetly and content, but then morphing into a Christ in Majesty; draped in cloth of gold attended by seraphim in beams of radiant light... he in turn, changed then into the form of ; Almighty god the Father , riding on a cloud... in a golden nimbus of fire, and casting long bolts of lightening with gigantic sinewed hands down from heaven on high.. He then became golden rain, and the Holy Ghost appeared as a giant white dove... beneath a massive rainbow of many a varied hue, too numerous to record! The doves face then dissolved into that of the Christ in torment on the cross... the holy cross devine of her saviour...; his face contorted in a rictus of physical and spiritual agony, uptwisted , as in that of the wooden statue in the sacristy, painted and waxed! This became interchangeable with the rictus of orgasmic spasm in the face of the inexorable Satyr, her new lover... Astounded, Heloises body began to spin- (rising and falling as she spun , up and down on the ruddy tree limb that was his sacred phallus!), a drill bit , a celestial augur, a diamond headed instrument of delving , an oil derrick - a piston, an engine of fleshy cartilage or a mad woodpecker - stuck on autopilot and drilling to the heartwood of a fallen oak. Drilling mercilessly into her rutted gash; impaled on a stake; she spun faster and faster... a whirling top! And Finally, losing all bodily consciousness...her soul, her spirit, spun out, drifted from her bodily shell- and rose heavenward- she watched detached and with great satisfaction and extreme pleasure, as she levitated into the firmament...she became a firey flaming quoit! ...A flaming whitehot ring of volcanic vulva, floating in a star spangled limbo- she became a celestial vagina- a new exalted consciousness, a new constellation in the galaxy floating and careening in the welkin; pierced by a flaming arrow- trailing firey molten chunks of flaming meteorite. Her Labia bled and foamed frantically as her waters of desire broke in waves unstoppable over his erupting organ!! EXPLODING!, inside her! firing several molten jets of hot magma deep within her gut; her fundament-; he roared like a lion as he came! She felt as if a living, gushing goatskin flagon had relinquished its entire contents of heated liquors and oils within her! Heloise screamed aloud to the almighty...! "OOOOOhhh mon dieu sainte vierge sacree offfffreeeggggoooonnnne!!!!, Je jouire!!! JE JOUIRE!!! JE JOUIRE!!! mon dieu on y vas!!! BEEsaynJannn!! de saint sacre coline de binn!!! Je m'en vas voyons Je Vien!! Je Vien!!Voyons!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!"
Never had so violent a crisis of uncontrollable urgency overcome her!; and combined with this newfound pagan joy; a phenomenon so ancient and innate, primordial, instinctive and spontaneous! Dwarfing and blasting away all illusions to the relatively recent advent of her Christian ethos; now a tiny facet of a much larger matrix , an older crystal of inviolate core.
The ancient primal Strophe finally abated, and their bodies acquiesced and melted in a sweating heap under the heat of the late afternoon sun. An image of the sweet smiling virgin, combined with the sated sweet half smile of l'extase du Sainte Therese; repeatedly stabbed through the heart with the flaming arrows of the eros come seraph...floated sweetly before her minds eye, in a misty pink cloud.
She began to joyfully, thankfully, kiss his breasts, his dark nipples, neck , mouth... thrusting her tongue down his throat in the old French style. With each riveting volley of his pounding hips... she felt he reached depths hitherto unimagined- ( but it was not enough ). Greater depth was sought... laying her deftly on the habit still lying at their feet in dappled sunlight; he locked her two feet between his powerful hooves... and like the insistant waves beating for eternity against the sandy shore; he assailed her in a timeless cadence...everlasting.
"Oh Lord you have made us for yourself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in you..." the timeless words of Saint Augustin ran madly through her brain... so fitting , so apropos...
Miraculously, Heloise found their mutual joy increasing as the afternoon wore on- the ecstacy of pagan joy; she repeatedly gained from the fortitude and vitality of his manifest physical divinity...the incarnate force and proof of the living marble of his fascinum, moving majestically within her for the first time in her 55 years of life- had lifted a dark and gloomy veil from her until now, ( narrow and blinkered worldview ).
Time stood still as he rutted; half man , half animal... with that combination of brute savagery and gentleness only such a mutation could afford. Time stretched, arced in a bending parabola reaching ever onwards to a feeling of inmost infinity.
Raising her nates, in a rosy mound of lathered flesh before him- he plowed repeatedly into her tingling and expectant fundament... showing her the way of the stallion, the way of the dog, and the way of the ten thousand rhythms.
The urgency and rapidity of their seismic gyrations; she rising backwards to meet his loving blows, brought them to the brink of a million precipices...and back again. He was nearing the crisis of his climax ; while Heloise had been the fortunate recipient of multiple orgasms throughout this epiphany... with the strength of an acrobat, the Satyr then balanced her on an abdominal table of muscle;...his two arms behind him...and Heloise poised on his shaft above.
The miracle progressed on to newer wonderments and heights of ecstatic incredulity....Heloise managed , (incredibly), a new found flexibility of bodily skill in her rather rotund and portly person! Her legs and boots bent up behind her ears , ( like a contortionist in a circus sideshow ), fantastically dexterous in this newfound urgency of collaboration, ( she felt no pain )- endorphines pumped- penultimate joy was near!!
Colours in psychedelic phantasmagoria swam before her consciousness- and the primordial depths of her mind, were plumbed for a procession of fantastic imagery passing before her in a hallucinatory parade of symbolic tropes. And all this to the wild beatings of jungle drums, choral crescendos and orchestral rumblings, blasts and the ringing of bells and gongs!
First the blessed Virgin Mary immaculate, enthroned on a golden sun disc as the Queen of Heaven, smiling sweetly and content, but then morphing into a Christ in Majesty; draped in cloth of gold attended by seraphim in beams of radiant light... he in turn, changed then into the form of ; Almighty god the Father , riding on a cloud... in a golden nimbus of fire, and casting long bolts of lightening with gigantic sinewed hands down from heaven on high.. He then became golden rain, and the Holy Ghost appeared as a giant white dove... beneath a massive rainbow of many a varied hue, too numerous to record! The doves face then dissolved into that of the Christ in torment on the cross... the holy cross devine of her saviour...; his face contorted in a rictus of physical and spiritual agony, uptwisted , as in that of the wooden statue in the sacristy, painted and waxed! This became interchangeable with the rictus of orgasmic spasm in the face of the inexorable Satyr, her new lover... Astounded, Heloises body began to spin- (rising and falling as she spun , up and down on the ruddy tree limb that was his sacred phallus!), a drill bit , a celestial augur, a diamond headed instrument of delving , an oil derrick - a piston, an engine of fleshy cartilage or a mad woodpecker - stuck on autopilot and drilling to the heartwood of a fallen oak. Drilling mercilessly into her rutted gash; impaled on a stake; she spun faster and faster... a whirling top! And Finally, losing all bodily consciousness...her soul, her spirit, spun out, drifted from her bodily shell- and rose heavenward- she watched detached and with great satisfaction and extreme pleasure, as she levitated into the firmament...she became a firey flaming quoit! ...A flaming whitehot ring of volcanic vulva, floating in a star spangled limbo- she became a celestial vagina- a new exalted consciousness, a new constellation in the galaxy floating and careening in the welkin; pierced by a flaming arrow- trailing firey molten chunks of flaming meteorite. Her Labia bled and foamed frantically as her waters of desire broke in waves unstoppable over his erupting organ!! EXPLODING!, inside her! firing several molten jets of hot magma deep within her gut; her fundament-; he roared like a lion as he came! She felt as if a living, gushing goatskin flagon had relinquished its entire contents of heated liquors and oils within her! Heloise screamed aloud to the almighty...! "OOOOOhhh mon dieu sainte vierge sacree offfffreeeggggoooonnnne!!!!, Je jouire!!! JE JOUIRE!!! JE JOUIRE!!! mon dieu on y vas!!! BEEsaynJannn!! de saint sacre coline de binn!!! Je m'en vas voyons Je Vien!! Je Vien!!Voyons!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!"
Never had so violent a crisis of uncontrollable urgency overcome her!; and combined with this newfound pagan joy; a phenomenon so ancient and innate, primordial, instinctive and spontaneous! Dwarfing and blasting away all illusions to the relatively recent advent of her Christian ethos; now a tiny facet of a much larger matrix , an older crystal of inviolate core.
The ancient primal Strophe finally abated, and their bodies acquiesced and melted in a sweating heap under the heat of the late afternoon sun. An image of the sweet smiling virgin, combined with the sated sweet half smile of l'extase du Sainte Therese; repeatedly stabbed through the heart with the flaming arrows of the eros come seraph...floated sweetly before her minds eye, in a misty pink cloud.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)