An effeminate boy—a strange creature with a male physique and female body language—was a special nuisance. Claiming he was the reincarnation of Pope Julius III—a homosexual pope—the boy kept touching himself in a quasi-masturbatory fashion.
‘Behold the miracle!’ he exclaimed, as he indecently exposed himself. ‘Hardened by desire, behold the resurrection of the flesh!’
Next to him was a fresh-faced girl named Lyssa. She claimed to be a rape victim, but I noticed evidence of masturbation on her pajama bottoms.
‘Seduction is worse than rape,’ Lyssa mumbled over and over again. ‘Seduction corrupts the mind—rape merely pollutes the body....’
On the far side of the room was an old man who believed he was a prophet. A religious fanatic—he had not washed since his baptism—the old man claimed that self-induced head injuries gave him mystical experiences.
‘Jesus—the Judaic avatar—is coming back,’ he declared. ‘After killing all the sinners in an apocalyptic `final solution,’ he will herd the faithful into a totalitarian paradise. His reign—a kind of `Christian Reich’—will last one thousand years.’
The old man laughed—he was clearly looking forward to eschatological collapse—and then he slammed his head against the floor.
‘Heaven will be perfect bliss,’ he continued. ‘A splendid utopia, it will be a place without crime and without choices.’
What The Psychiatrist Said To Me
An arrogant man—apparently some sort of mental health worker—took an interest in me. An ugly individual—he was short, squat, and blond—he had flaccid lips and rotting teeth.
‘You were mumbling in your sleep last night,’ said the ugly man, as he placed his hand on my shoulder in a patronizing fashion. ‘You said something about `the master species.’’
I hesitated to speak with the ugly man—I could see the denial, ridicule, and scorn in his smile—so I stared at the floor. Silence is best, I thought. This man could be a beast in disguise, so I will act deranged, catatonic, and mute.
‘You may suffer from Munchausen Syndrome,’ said the ugly man, who ignored my effort to ignore him. ‘That’s a compulsion to make false reports about personal victimization.’
I must say nothing, I thought. He is obviously a psychiatrist— psychiatrists are immune to logic—so I must show no sign of recognition, warmth, or self-pity.
‘Or,’ said the ugly man, ‘perhaps you are having a paranoid delusion. You are really convinced that subterranean predators—creatures infesting hidden tunnels—are attacking us from the bowels of the Earth.’
Silence, I thought. Oblivious to the world, I must stare with vacant eyes.
The ugly man smiled. His wrinkled face was twisted with sarcasm.
‘Don’t worry,’ he whispered. ‘In the safety of this place, you will heal. Here, no one is sickened by freedom.’
Thoughts About Reality
That night, while resting on a flea-infested bed at the shelter, I thought about everything the ugly man had said.
Initially I thought he was a fool—a smug idiot. His mind, I thought, was rusted shut by prejudice.
It was raining outside, and the roar of thunder filled the room. Outside, sinister flashes of lightning blazed across the horizon.
But could I be delusional? I thought. Could it all have been a dream? To babies, the dream state and the waking state are equally real. Could I have confused nightmare with reality?
Lightning struck a tree outside. The tree, which fell with a great thud, began to smolder and burn.
No, I thought, if a thing causes pain, it is real.
I stood up and walked over to a window. In my reflection in the glass, I could see the blood clots in my sunken eyes.
We are what we remember, I thought. Memory is all that matters.
The lightning flashed again, illuminating the room. In the brief moment of brightness, I imagined I could see my father. Standing near a stagnant pool of whitish liquid, he was leering at me.
Yes, I thought. Memory is all that matters. We must not escape from history....
Chapter V Reading The Mysterious Manuscript From The Old Womans Home, I Learn About The Origin Of TheMonsters
‘Man has no body distinct from his soul; for that called body is a portion of soul discerned by the five senses....’ William Blake (1757-1827)
‘The gods eat other gods.’
Maori Chief (19th century)
The Secrets Of The Book
While staying in the asylum, I studied the mysterious manuscript I had stolen from the house.
Later—in my own handwriting—I would add a description of my experiences with the beasts.
Writing, I quickly discovered, helped me exorcise the horror.
Facts About The Master Species
The transhumans are descended from one ancient matriarch who incestuously mated with her son. Since they derive from a common mother, they refer to themselves as ‘the chosen family.’
In the present era, about 22 million transhumans infest the tunnels beneath our feet. We outnumber them—like the fish of the sea outnumber the men with the hooks—but the transhumans are the stronger species.
With their supernormal endowments—their telepathic abilities, vast intelligence, and enormous strength—the monsters can molest our minds, neutralize our science, and destroy our bodies.
The transhumans—the master species—are the focus of all evil.
How Transhumans And Humans Are Related According to true science, transhumans and humans are related. Long before the beginning of remembered history, we had a common ancestor.
This common ancestor, an imbecilic and filthy primate who walked erect, was a degraded herbivore. Foraging in large groups—innocuous, vegetarian herds—he peaceably ate fruit and grain and acorns.
Cerebrally primitive—simple and bovine—he even lacked consciousness. He had no awareness of awareness. For thousands and thousands of years—a huge and tedious slice of history—this inoffensive, self-satisfied creature stagnated.
Surviving on instinct, he was a beast among beasts.... ***
Then, around the time the Earth lost its second moon, the HUNGER came. Perhaps it was caused by drought—perhaps it was caused by ice and cold—but the plants died, and our ancestors starved.
Hunger produced aggression, and hunger changed our peaceful forefathers. They became carnivores—hunters and drovers who fed on animal flesh. Raw, living animal flesh.
The ancestors discovered the pleasure—the almost orgasmic joy—of eating meat. They felt intoxication when their teeth entered the flesh of their prey—they felt ecstasy when they smelled the blood, tasted the warm fat, and heard the groans of their victims.
But still the hunger continued. The famine was merciless, and there were not enough animals to feed the hunters.
Ravaged by starvation—maddened with hunger—the ancestors began to stalk one another. They became cannibals. They began to defile their mouths with the meat and blood of their brothers.
The ancestors became enslaved to the practice—the thrill of violation is addictive—and their appetite became insatiable.
In particular, the ancestors developed a taste for brain tissue. Extracted from freshly crushed skulls, they found the pinkishgray tissue soft, moist, and delicious.
The last development—feasting on living brain—was especially important, for food is the engine that moves evolution. Not the struggle to survive—not Darwinian waste and bloodshed—but diet causes evolution.
Since the essence of a living thing resides in its tissues, we become what we eat.
How OmophagiaHow Cannibalism Changed The Ancestors
Omophagia—the horrid act of eating living flesh—is the key to primate advancement.
It is the supreme irony—that crime causes progress—but it is also fact. We cannot deny the fascism of nature. But how can such a thing be possible?
Unknown to human science—ignorant human science— living flesh is the most poten
t of all foods.
When an eater consumes such flesh—raw, bloody, and alive—he absorbs and assimilates into himself the qualities of his victim.
Thus, sucking the blood of youth—drawn from the slender arms of a healthy, cheerful, and beautiful girl—is a method of rejuvenation.
Feasting on fresh ejaculate—licked from a withered sexual organ—is a source of passion and desire.
Eating a mouthful of living muscle—bitten from a brave warrior’s chest—conveys courage and power.
And, most importantly, by devouring ripe brain—the fabled food of knowledge—eaters assimilate the germs of intelligence.
Rich in the essence of soul—the concentration is especially marked immediately beneath the skull, just behind the forehead—brain is the food that made the development of memory, imagination, and reason possible.
Fresh brain—raw and bloody and alive—is the ambrosia of gods.
Transfigured By Cannibalism, The Ancestors Develop Intelligence
Thousands of years passed, and the savage cannibals gradually evolved. The act of filling their bellies with living, tortured primate flesh—the act of feasting on souls—slowly elevated our ancestors above other animals.
The evolution was gradual—the effects of devouring the soft, wet contents of any cranium are minute during one life span—but in time the results were dramatic.
Over the millennia, the prehuman beasts became manlike. And—ultimately—these manlike creatures began to reason, to imagine, and to speak.
‘Man came into being through cannibalism,’ wrote an intuitive German named Oscar Kiss Maerth. ‘Intelligence can be eaten.’
The Fire From The Sky: How Man Became What He Is
Then, around 30,000 years ago, a FIRE FROM THE SKY ravaged the Earth. This catastrophe—a lethal and beautiful event—changed history forever.
Perhaps a huge meteoroid caused the fire—perhaps a nearby star exploded—but a great wall of liquid flame devastated the planet.
Virtually nothing was safe from the FIRE FROM THE SKY. It incinerated forests, boiled tropical seas, and melted polar ice caps.
Where the meat-eating primates managed to survive, they were usually disfigured. Seared by the holocaust, their burned faces had hollow sockets, and fluid from their melted eyes ran down their blackened cheeks.
Injured, blinded, and traumatized, they staggered across the scorched surface of the Earth. Bewildered and afraid, they encountered a landscape covered with burnt organic remains.
To stay alive in the ruins of a broken world, the meat-eating primates learned to eat the charred remains of the dead. Learning to eat such food was not easy—the fat was yellow and the flesh was dark—and cooked skin tastes like animal scabs—but the desperate can always conquer disgust. Indeed, goaded by necessity, eventually the meat-eating primates became accustomed to the diet. In time, they even learned to take pleasure in dead tissue.
These polluted scavengers—these eaters of burned, broiled, and boiled cadaver meat—are the direct ancestors of modern man.
Because we eat dead meat—a soulless animal act—we are what we are.
It is the fiat of nature....
The Origin Of The Master Species: The Story Of Korah, The Mother Of The Monsters
When the FIRE FROM THE SKY devastated the planet, one meat-eating primate completely escaped the horror. Called Korah by the master species, all transhumans trace their descent from this female.
She is the matriarch—the mother of the brood—and they are the ‘chosen family.’
(This Korah—in a completely garbled form—appears in the Bible. In the sixteenth chapter of ‘The Book Commonly Called Numbers,’ she becomes a ‘man’ who was swallowed by the Earth for resisting Moses.)
The escape of Korah was quite by accident. A young and pregnant female living in the Zagros Mountains of the area now called Iran, Korah was looking for a place to give birth when she encountered two copulating snakes near a natural cleft in the rock. Intrigued by the omen, she entered the crevice and discovered the opening to a huge interior world.
Stumbling about in the darkness—fingering the cold and slimy rock—Korah found a colossal gallery hollowed out by nature. Since the crust of the Earth is naturally vesicular— filled with cavities—caves and tunnels exist in abundance.
Squatting in the blackness—terrified and alone inside the womb of the Earth—Korah gave birth to twins. She bore two sons.
She called them ‘Life’ and ‘Desire for Life.’
After washing her babies in the cold water of the cave, Korah returned to the surface world, but the world she had left was gone.
Since the fiery holocaust had occurred during her labor, she could not find the bright skies, fresh air, singing birds, and rustling leaves she had left. She saw only blackness, smoke, and ashes.
***
Frightened by her experience, Korah retreated back into the cave. In that rupture in nature, she found a refuge.
Since the FIRE FROM THE SKY had destroyed everything she had loved, she resolved to become a creature of darkness. Filled with supernatural dread, she would henceforth hate the sun.
Calling upon ancient gods, she made this solemn vow: ‘In the dead of night—before the white frost of morning appears on the land—I will hunt. And like the fox—but unlike the wolf—I will conceal myself in order to attack.’
Since any new creation—including the birth of a new way of life—requires ritual slaughter—Korah consecrated her oath with blood.
She selected her smaller child—an undersized boy with a puny and insignificant penis—and she ate him alive. In a cave—a hideous mineral landscape—her victim’s final shrieks echoed.
***
In the years that followed, Korah would mate with her surviving son. Because of this union—a primal act of archaic incest—she would become the mother of a powerful race.
Over the millennia, this race—Korah’s descendants—would become more than human. Ripening in the darkness— feasting on living flesh—they developed godlike brains and satyr-like loins.
Today, on the evolutionary scale, the transhuman stands supreme. William Shakespeare called man the ‘paragon of animals’—but Shakespeare was wrong.
Chapter VI The Nature Of TheBeasts
‘And the woman said unto Saul, I saw gods ascending out of the earth.’
Bible (1 Samuel 28:13)
‘In her abnormalities nature reveals her secrets.’ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832)
The General Shape Of The Monsters
A transhuman is roughly hominid in shape. When encountered in their true form, they appear to be hairless humans with enlarged heads and hypertrophied sexual organs.
Their bald heads are bulbous, with a large protuberance to accommodate a massive brain. They have small noses, small ears, and small mouths equipped with thin lips and small, pointed teeth. Their almond-shaped eyes, which have the oriental epicanthic fold, appear large and soulful and are perversely enchanting. Their eyes, which are sensitive to light, are entirely pink, without irises or pupils.
Their hands and feet appear human—except the nails—if such talons can be called nails—are long and hard. Like wolves, they typically walk on the tips of their feet.
The skin, the largest of their sense organs, is yellowish in color, like the wax of an old candle. Completely hairless, it is hypersensitive to ultraviolet radiation, and a few hours in sunlight makes it crack and bleed. Wrinkled from birth, their skin hangs loosely on their bodies.
Curiously, the transhumans seem to have insufficient sweat glands. Thus, although they breath oxygen, they prefer to stay around or in water in warm weather. That is why most contacts with these creatures will occur in association with water: fresh rainfall, springs, lakes, or rivers.
Gender Differences
The bodies of the males are arrogantly robust. Lean and deadly, with defined, firm, herculean physiques, the transhuman males are about six and a half feet tall and weigh about 250 pound
s. Their massive torsos—which lack the vestigial nipples found on human males—are muscular and taut.
The bodies of the females—if such caricatures of the feminine form can be called female—are smaller and stouter and uglier. Aesthetic atrocities, the females are about six feet tall and weigh about 350 pounds. Menacingly overripe, they have pot bellies, well-fed thighs and buttocks, and huge breasts studded with brown-colored nipples.
For their size, both male and female transhumans are remarkably powerful. A transhuman adult can easily crush human bones without using tools.
Sex Organs
Among primate species, meat eaters have the largest sexual organs. As the most carnivorous of primates, the transhumans have the largest genitalia.
(Flaunting their sexuality, these shameless creatures rarely wear clothing. Although fond of jewelry—such as copper bracelets, silver anklets, and bronze nose rings—they believe clothing is the ceremonial regalia of savages.)
The transhuman penis, an evil abnormality, is gruesomely exaggerated in size. When awakened by lust, it resembles a long and thick boa snake.
Their testicles—each the size of a small orange—possess extraordinary fertility. Whereas the typical human male will ejaculate only 18 quarts of semen in his lifetime, a transhuman male, with his spectacular orgasms and seemingly inexhaustible virility, will discharge about up to one-half cup of reproductive fluids per sexual release.
To accommodate the reproductive protuberance of the males, the females have big and greedy vulvas. Indeed, the female genitalia—gaping chasms that are foul and enormous—are so large that painful childbirth is unknown among them.
The labial lips of the females—red and moist like poisonous spring flowers—hang from their groins like slabs of meat. The clitoris—a monstrous deformity—has the length and girth of a small human penis.
According to the superstitions of these monsters, females are actually the equivalent of castrated males. The vagina, which they believe is a flesh wound—a gaping wound that bleeds—is a supernatural injury. The female is cut by nature to create ‘a magic door’ so that souls may enter this world.
As long as the vaginal injury is fresh—fertile because it is bloody—the female can bring forth children. When the wound heals—when menopause occurs—the female becomes sterile.
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