_ | \ | \ | | \ __ | |\ \ __ _____________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ _____________ | ___________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ ___________ | | | _/_/_____ | | > > _/_/_____ | | | | /________/ | | / / /________/ | | | | | | / / | | | | | |/ / | | | | | | / | | | | | / | | | | |_/ | | | | | | | | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | | | |________________________________________________________________| | |____________________________________________________________________| ...presents... The False Prophets by Lady Carolin >>> a cDc publication.......1994 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- ____ _ ____ _ ____ _ ____ _ ____ |____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____| For weeks she gathers the necessities for her spell, the things which she will use to weave the web of the future around herself. Blood from the heart of a freshly killed newborn babe; the liver of a goat; the eyes and ears of a marsh frog; the wings of a bat; a pinch of lavender; blood culled from the prophetess herself during her woman-time, under the light of a full moon. All these she now binds together with heat and water, on this dark night upon which all will be revealed. Stirring, stirring. The boiling, the bubbling, the mists which rise above.... At last it is done and the seeress prepares herself for the ritual to come. She purifies herself with baths and lotions, oil, hot red wine. She purifies her dwelling with sage, washing the floors (where she will sink to her knees in trance) with the blood of a cow. She drinks of the cow's blood, then of the mixture she has stirred, watched over, blessed on this day. She lights a candle - white, milky, the wine of cows, for purity and clarity of vision. She prays to Cow and all who worship Her for the vision, the stolen glimpse of the future yet to come. She has sensed rumblings, seen threads of space and time tearing apart slowly here, there. Grave portents warn for the future of her people and Her followers. She must know; She must show. And thus it all begins. The prophetess screams as the first wave of the vision hits her. The impact, the force of it is greater than any she has felt; instead of sinking to her knees she falls to the floor, prone with the terrifying visions inside her head. She sees a great turbulence and tribulation; the fabric of space and time rending itself in a bloody apocalypse of treachery and lies... deceit, evil blasphemy, and treason filling the land in a gory battle. Cow fighting against cow; worshiper against worshiper, forsaking all which had come before. She foresees the end of the world as we know it. It burns bright, hot and painful in her heart of hearts. To see it beforehand, to witness the backstabbing, the wounding of those once called friends, makes the prophetess cry, sobbing so harshly that rivulets of blood pour from her eyes. She dreads to see more, but she peers further beyond the veil. She sees mercenaries, missionaries of purported bovine worship; false evangelists seeking only fame and fortune. She hears the rumblings of a great vehicle; a mechanism from the future, barreling down to rape the virginal present, to alter the past of its ancestors. She sees the blessing, the message of Cow being perverted, stolen, rewritten to other ends. "Ye are not among us!" she screams, still in the throes of the trance. "Ye are not one of us!" She watches the world end, due to those who would steal from the future to serve themselves. She vows never to query the gods again of the future; never again to lift the curtain; never again to weave the webs. And yes, this is to be her last rendering. The vision has been too much for her; the body of the prophetess has been fatally weakened by this her excursion into the future; the life force of the seer is ebbing away. * * * * * The king sat with her as she lay dying. He came to attend her at her bedside, her deathbed, not only in the holy communion of Cow, but also to hear the words of truth she would reveal to him, to receive the mysteries she would share with him, these last few sentences before her breath was gone; before she rejoined Our Mother Who Is The Earth. She leaned to him, whispering into the ears of the king. "Trust not these false prophets! The future must be left alone, to its own ends, to its own beginnings. Beware the seed of demons!" Her last breath had been expended with the warning to her liege. The sight went out of her eyes; the life went out of her limbs, her silver soul fled from her body. The king sobbed with the sure knowledge of what was to come. 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