Published in 2008; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here
The 1000 Days of Disbelief
Published as three mini-novels, 2010/11; main webpage is here
Published in 2012; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here
Circa the Year of Dome 2000, Anvil the Artificer, a then otherwise unnamed, highborn Lazaremist later called Tvasitar Smithmonger, dedicated the first three devic talismans, or power foci, that he forged out of molten Brainrock to the Trigregos Sisters.
The long lost, possibly even dead, simultaneous mothers of devakind hated their offspring for abandoning them on the far-off planetary Utopia of New Weir. Not surprisingly, their fearsome talismans could be used to kill Master Devas (devils).
For most of twenty-five hundred years, they belonged to the recurring deviant, Chrysaor Attis, time after time proven a devaslayer. On Thrygragon, Mithramas Day 4376 YD, he turned them over to his Great God of a half-father, Thrygragos Varuna Mithras, to use against his two brothers, Unmoving Byron and Little Star Lazareme, in hopes of usurping their adherents and claiming them as his own.
Hundreds of years later, these selfsame thrice-cursed Godly Glories helped turn the devil-worshippers of Sedon's Head against their seemingly immortal, if not necessarily undying gods. Now, five hundred years after the 1000 Days of Disbelief, they've been relocated.
The highest born, surviving devic goddesses want them for themselves; want to thereby become incarnations of the Trigregos Sisters on the Hidden Continent. An Outer Earthling, one who has literally fallen out of the sky after the launching of the Cosmic Express, gets to them first ...
Published in 2010; main web presence is here; Character Companion starts here; ordering lynx are here;
- Sedon Plague -
Published in 2010; main web presence is here; Character Companion starts here; ordering lynx are here;
- Sedon Purge -
Published in 2011; two storylines recounted side-by-side, the titular one narrated by the Legendarian in 5980, the other indirectly leading into the 'Launch 1980' story cycle; main web presence is here; Character Companion starts here; ordering lynx are here;
In the Year of the Dome 4825, Morgan Abyss, the Melusine Master of the Utopian Weirdom of Cabalarkon, seizes control of Primeval Lilith, the ageless, seemingly unkillable Demon Queen of the Night. The eldritch earthborn is the real half-mother of the invariably mortal Sed-sons but, once she has hold of her, aka Lethal Lily, Master Morgan proceeds to trap the Moloch Sedon Himself.
In the midst of the bitter, century-long expansion of the Lathakran Empire, the Hidden Headworld's three tribes of devil-gods are forced to unite in an effort to release their All-Father. Unfortunately for them, they're initially unaware Master Morg, the Death's Head Hellion herself, has also got hold of the Trigregos Talismans, devic power foci that can actually kill devils, and Sedon's thought-father Cabalarkon, the Undying Utopian she'll happily slay if they dare attack her Weirdom.
Utopians from Weir have never given up seeking to wipe devils off not just the face of the Inner Earth, but off the planet itself. Their techno and biomages, under the direction of the Weirdom of Cabalarkon's extremely long-lived High Illuminary, Quoits Tethys, have determined there is only one sure way to do that -- namely, to infect the devils' Inner Earth worshippers with fatal plagues brought in from the Outer Earth.
Come All-Death Day there are more Dead Things Walking than Living Beings Talking. Believe it or not, that's the good news.
Published in 1990; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here
The Damnation Brigade
- Phantacea Revisited 1 -
Published in 2013; main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here
- Phantacea Revisited 2 -
Published in 2014, main webpage is here; ordering lynx are here
Kadmon Heliopolis had one life. It ended in October 1968. The Male Entity has had many lives. In his fifth, he and his female counterpart, often known as Miracle Memory, engendered more so than created the Moloch Sedon. They believe him to be the Devil Incarnate. They've been attempting to kill him ever since. Too bad it's invariably he, Heliosophos (Helios called Sophos the Wise), who gets killed instead.
On the then still Whole Earth circa the Year 4000 BCE, one of their descendants, Xuthros Hor, the tenth patriarch of Golden Age Humanity, puts into action a thought-foolproof, albeit mass murderous, plan to succeed where the Dual Entities have always failed. He unleashes the Genesea. The Devil takes a bath.
Fifty-nine hundred and eighty years later, New Century Enterprises launches the Cosmic Express from Centauri Island. It never reaches Outer Space; not all of it anyhow. As a stunning consequence of its apparent destruction, ten extraordinary supranormals are reunited, bodies, souls and minds, after a quarter century in what they've come to consider Limbo. They name themselves the Damnation Brigade. And so it appears they are -- if perhaps not so much damned as doomed.
At least one person survives the launching of the Cosmic Express. He literally falls out of the sky -- on the Hidden Continent of Sedon's Head. An old lady saves him. Except this old lady lives in a golden pagoda, rides vultures and has a third eye. She also doesn't stay old long. He becomes her willing soldier, acquires the three Sacred Objects and goes on a rampage, against his own people, those that live.
Meanwhile, Centauri Island, the launch site of the Cosmic Express, comes under attack from Hell's Horsemen. Only it's not horses they ride. It's Atomic Firedrakes!
This webpage contains a collection of character-suggestive
images and excerpts from 'Feel
Theo'. All are specific to the 1st & 2nd generation of
as they were pre-Mithramas Day, 4376 Year of the Dome (Thrygragon)
To which, when I'm feeling polite, I say baloney. Devil came from deva; hence the devil-gods
of the PHANTACEA Mythos.
Devil v/s devil (in Theology)
a. (capitalized) the supreme spirit of evil; Satan.
b. (not-capitalized) a subordinate evil spirit at enmity with God (the Blob - at least according to devil-gods
featured within the PHANTACEA Mythos), and
having power to afflict humans both with bodily disease and with spiritual
corruption (at least so claims dictionary.com).
To which I'm obliged to note that,
in the PHANTACEA Mythos anyhow, third generational devils (not-capitalized) are often referred to as Master
Devas whereas their All-Father may well be the inspiration for the
tiny twinkle brightened, bloated. Ergo, the Masochist was slowly returning
from his rendezvous with the mighty Eye-Mouth in the sky.
How should he greet him, in what semblance? More to the point, what
semblance did the Moloch Sedon prefer to adopt these days? Was he still
going with the veneer of a near-naked, red-skinned – not red-furred
– satyr? Probably.
True, as if to make himself appear less oafish and more fearsome, he
usually sported stubby horns, filed-sharp teeth, a forked goatee and
tongue, a braided ponytail and a spade-bladed tail. But did he have
to carry a pitchfork with him, like a labarum or a sceptre, whenever
he held court in his Grand Elysium pyramid?
Couldn’t he come up with something more creative? Did he really
not want to disillusion his admirers – his vilifiers more like
– that badly? In short, even though they hadn’t been seen
in hundreds of years, did he really not want to let down the Dual Entities
by appearing as other than their conventional visualization of their
everlasting antagonist, their Satan, their Devil Incarnate?
Probably not answered that. As much as anything even vaguely hircine
offended Mithras – merely contemplating Tralalorn and her goatish
chimera, something he strove never to do, made him gag involuntarily
– Sedon delighted in the look. HaShatan the Peacock Angel, wasn’t
that the latest name the Legendarian said some otherwise forgettable
Middle Eastern sect referred to Sedon on the Outer Earth these days?
Unlike the Female Entity, who could remember everything, hence her given
name Mnemosyne, which meant memory, he had no great memory for names.
But it could be. At any rate, he’d soon find out if his father
persisted in the guise of a hayloft bumpkin.
The mouse-over message reads: "Shot of a statuette of Exu, photo taken by Jim McPherson, 2006";
in the PHANTACEA Mythos the
Moloch Sedon hates to disappoint his fans; consequently, since they tend
to think of him as the Devil Incarnate, he often appears holding a pitchfork;
there are a number of statuettes of Exu in the Afro-Brazilian Museum of
Salvador, Brazil; all of them depict Exu holding a pitchfork; I first
used this image in the Winter
2006/7 edition of PHANTACEA on the Web; Click to return;
Cruel Plathon – the fearsome, multi-horned Bull of Mithras –
slavered visibly. And he had such huge teeth. He was hauling his [Jotan
Tethys's] Meroudys in from Apple Isle in order to offer up her and their
newborn, or about to be born, rendered bled, to the Moloch Sedon, whom
Jot had heard revelled in eating babies.
That was how Mithrants and Mithradites alike would secure Sed-sire’s
aid, and their corresponding success, come this afternoon’s pending
Theomachy. It had to be.
Regardless of the fact that everyone except apostate Horrites –
like the homicidal Persian he’d heard about a few months back
– and other suchlike maniacal monotheists knew Master Devas and
their progenitors reviled, not revelled in, blood sacrifices, Jotan
felt sure of that.
Bursting away from his escort he raged off in the direction of the
Praetorium, above which the glorified dogcart by now circled. Thinking
him belatedly crazed by the departure of his recently All-claimed azura
– which, given his baseless paranoia, he probably was –
his companions tackled him. They then proceeded to hammer on him with
his very own hornpipe for trying to skedaddle.
A raven saw their faith-fanaticized brutality transpire. It was no
ordinary raven. Neither was it a psychopomp. While it couldn’t
talk, its cawing was instantly picked up and echoed by hundreds of other
Hellion-trained ravens in the Mithrants’ campsite and its environs.
Not just Hellions comprehended squawking ravens.
the gruesome image of the Devil being a
moloch and eating the bodies of bad folks, whose immortal souls are
no doubt hell-bound, is from a mediaeval Roman Catholic baptistery in
the main square of Firenze (Florence), Italy; I scanned it from a postcard
I bought there in 2008 because my shot of same wasn't very good;
Image Map of various aspects of the Moloch Sedon: Click on individual graphics in the collage for the Cyberian equivalent of teleportation
No one ever wins
a Sedonplay except Sedon - but the Bull'll try one anyhow
Plathon was among those who suspected Concord, who’d been boss-cowing
him around for the majority of that same sheepish era, re-subsumed her
third triplet either before or shortly after the Crimson Conspiracy
so dismally backfired. Had Strife-Marutia finally reasserted herself
decades more than three centuries afterwards?
Regardless, the Moloch Sedon was hardly the only one who could and
did play insidious games. Panharmonium Accord or no Panharmonium
Accord, he and Lady Lust had made plans of their own – ones that
would sideline Mithras, Kore and the Attis hopefully forevermore –
and he was not prepared to tolerate anyone else, even his grandfather,
interfering with them.
True, no one but Sedon ever won a Sedonplay. Nonetheless, there had
to be a way he could he turn this one to their advantage. The question
“Whoever he was,” Plathon deliberately deflected, attempting
to get everyone in the know back on track, as well as the Masochist
off it, “And however it was done, some one or some thing chopped
him up right royally. It looks like he was put through a sausage grinder.
Unless it’s for dinner, not even the Nergalids’ zombies
can make any use of him so Gravedigger’s burying his remains.
He enjoys that sort of thing.”
“Be that as it may, your bull-ship, I’d say we know what
to name junior here,” did say Miracle
Sides text reads: "Thrygragon, 4376
Year of the Dome"
Bottom text reads: "Mithras Erupting"
Mouse-over reads: "Collage prepared
by Jim McPherson illustrating the major storyline for 'Feeling
Theocidal', the first PHANTACEA Mythos print publication
In his view, subordination
– what some called henotheism, namely a state of affairs in which
there are many gods but only one prevails as the King or God of Gods –
was small price for his brothers to pay for his forbearance and intercession
on their behalf with All of Incain. He, the deservedly declared Sire of
Civilization on both sides of the Dome, had nonetheless experienced it
many times over the millennia on the Outer Earth, where neither of them
was ever venerated under any name.
During Vedic times, for one, his binomial alter ego, Varuna or Uranus,
as some Middle Sea westerners had him, came to be considered the ultimate
ruler and judge; the one who sets the parameters within which everybody
could thrive, warrants and ensures contracts, forgives and punishes sin.
For two, circa a thousand years ago, that curious fellow Zarathustra –
he of the potent, not to mention swimmingly preserved spermatozoa –
acknowledged him, Mithras, by name, as the ‘Judger of
That Zarathustra also spoke of him as his God’s divine representative
on earth made no never-mind to Mithras. As much as it looked and sounded
like Varunamithra, Ahura Mazda meant Lord Wisdom in Zarathustra’s
native tongue. He was therefore more of a concept than a unique entity.
Since Mazda’s emblem, a winged ring or sun-disc was as close as
he came to having one of his own, Mithras got his reverence second-hand.
henotheism was what he, ever so magnanimously, was offering his brothers.
They didn’t submit, didn’t subordinate themselves to him,
then they and not he would be responsible for their demise. They’d
be the authors of their own ‘theocide’, to coin a
in 'Mithras Erupting', images of the sun, the snowy background and the volcano blowing were
taken from the Web; notes on the images I used for Mithras himself can
be found here;
Click to return to graphic;
as for 'Great Gods Going' the
two moons and the (same) volcano blowing were taken from the Web; I
shot the Byron-figure in the Mexican Museum of Anthropology some years
ago whereas the Little Star Lazareme-figure, I believe, was shot at
a museum in Frankfurt, Germany, in the spring of 2008; Click to return to graphic;
Could Thrygragos Varuna Mithras actually
have suffered from Tri-Solar Disorder?
(Smilersays:) “Or would you prefer Zeus? That was you, wasn’t it? One of you! The Great God reduced to infancy, the one the Etocretans’ human king, who was always designated Minos, sheltered in a mountaintop cave while the Female Entity’s perverse goddesses sought to extirpate you forevermore.”
At his request, the Legendarian once
in awhile regaled him with the utter strangeness of the egg-myth
of Mithras. The Earth virgin, who had to have been derived
from Mediterranean Athena and others of her by then long familiar
ilk, had a name: Anahita or Aban.
Just as his had done in earlier creeds naming him as Varuna,
Mithras, or both, as the binomial god Mitravaruna or Varunamithra,
her adherents venerated her as a fertility deity. How that
jibed with her being retroactively declared a virgin mother,
well, divinity had its dividends.
The male of the two putative Cosmic
Principals – Adam-Kadmon, according to some current
Cabalists the Legendarian also told him about – had
loosely labelled him schizophrenic. Helios had even joked
that the term ‘splitting headache’ was coined for guys, even if they were gods,
To that, and to Helios’s further assertion that he
suffered from a mental illness more correctly categorized
as bipolar disorder in his future-speak, Mithras countered
that he was better branded the bi-solar disabler
The mouse-over message reads: "Collage referring to Thrygragos Mithras having been many different gods over time, graphic prepared by Jim McPherson, 2008";
Click to return to graphic;
I shot most of the graphics that I incorporated
into this collage while I was in Rome in the Spring of 2008;
this one and this
one are actual renditions of Kronos and Zeus respectively; Click to return to graphic;
I use both of these St Jerome types as representative
of the elder god, Varuna/Uranus; Click to return to graphic;
the Mithras-suggestive "Mouth
of Truth" is famous; I cross-reference it with the
oft-repeated statement that 'devils are veracious, not voracious';
just as significantly, Mithras is often referred to as the Great God
of Truth, amongst many another thing (and
not just in the PHANTACEA Mythos either);
Click to return to graphic;
I shot Diego Rivera's 'bum-head' at the Bellas Artes Opera House in Mexico City; most of the rest of
the mural (which is entitled "Man, Controller of the Universe")
is reproduced here; Click to return to graphic;
as also per here,
I shot this Mithras-suggestive head in Ostia Antigua, a half-hour train
ride from Rome proper;
I shot both of these heads, that of Maybe-Mithras
and that of Maybe-Varuna, in the remains of an actual Mithraeum not
far from the Roman Colosseum; Click to return to graphic;
Zarathustra's 'Wise Lord', Ahura Mazda, is often associated with Thrygragos Mitravaruna in the PHANTACEA Mythos; I took this shot in Urfa,
Turkey, during the Fall of 2003; also used here;
I first used it here;
Click to return to graphic;
I bought the postcard from which I scanned
in this shot of 'Zeus-Oromasdes' (Mitravaruna in the PHANTACEA Mythos) atop Nemrut Kommagene during the same return trip to Turkey in 2003; I first used it here;
Click to return to graphic;
a note on the nearly
2,000 year old head of the Devil is here;
I shot his two evidently demonic companions at the same place, across
the street from Rome's main train station; Click to return to graphic;
Smiler says: "Don't
let yourself get a swelled head ... because it might just fall
NOTE: Actually Smiler doesn't
say anything of the sort in 'Feeling
Theocidal '. Besides, even if he did, no
one would remember it because no one can remember him unless
he's right there in front of them and wants them to both see and
remember him. Someone who does say something
like it, however, is Thrygragos Lazareme's
universally acclaimed-exquisite Unity of Balance.
The main entry re the Smiling Fiend on this page
is here, with the most tellingly
significant statements found here and here. Harmonia doesn't have her main entry
on this page. (It's here.)
There are the aforementioned this, as
well as this and this,
Image Map suggesting Thrygragos
Varuna Mithras may have been getting too big for his toga: Click on individual graphics in the collage for the Cyberian equivalent of teleportation
Crack! Sky-Father Varuna’s spermatic lightning hit the Mother Earth virgin’s ovum in the form of a raised, navel-like boulder or omphalos – an egg hard boiled to the point of petrifaction – and, voila, he was born. Ha!
Certain misconceived Outer Earth mythologies
aside, as well as his occasionally crippling severe and
sometimes regrettably long-lasting schizophrenic episodes,
he and Varuna weren't separate beings. Varuna was just his
The Legendarian, who claimed to have copied the entire library of Alexandria with his devic half-father’s power focus, had even learned a term for the event: ‘petra
Not only that, he’d come back with
a date for it: Year of the Dome 3800, or thereabouts. Ha
again! As if!
To cite just one example of how nonsensical the notion of him being born a mortal, only to go on to become humanity’s saviour, he gave Hammurabi his famous code of laws, minus the state-sanctioned executions, when the Babylonians revered him as the Sun God Shamash.
And that was something like 1600 years before he was supposed to have been born.
"... You and I [Helena
Somata said to Datong Harmonia a week before Thrygragon] may never be
on the same side but we’ve enough in common to join forces once
in awhile. How
dare you tempt me on my own turf? I should abolish you for foolhardiness
alone. It’d serve you right.”
“Didn’t you just try?”
“Half-heartedly. There’s another way
to eliminate devils?”
“More than a few, as it happens. Cutting off their head’s
one, but then you have to dispose of it properly or they’ll
just screw it back on. But by far the most effective is to deprive
them of worship. Which is also to say of worshippers ...."
The Devil Sedon had one name. So did Unmoving
Byron and Everyman’s Lazareme. But, despite efforts his followers
made over the millennia to combine them into a binomial, Mitravaruna
or Varunamithra, he always had two.
When he was feeling generous, the mighty Moloch who
was both his father and his practical mother complimented Mithras with
words to the effect he had two names because he was simply too powerful
to be just one god. Indeed, as the Legendarian often complained, there
were so many holes in his collection of personal recollections he could
well have been a lot more than two distinct deities simultaneously.
The mouse-over message reads: "Collage referring to Thrygragos Mithras perhaps getting too big for his toga, graphic prepared by Jim McPherson, 2008"; the collage's text reads: 'Smilersays: "Don't let yourself get a swelled head because it might just fall off!"';Click to return to image;
Sperm-a-crack being scanned-in from a postcard of Diego Rivera's "Man, Controller
of the Universe", which can be seen in the Bellas Artes Opera House
in Mexico City; Click to return to image;
Headless God being scanned-in from a postcard of Diego Rivera's
"Man, Controller of the Universe", which can be seen in the
Bellas Artes Opera House in Mexico City; Click to return to image;
Head being scanned-in from a postcard of Diego Rivera's "Man,
Controller of the Universe", which can be seen in the Bellas Artes
Opera House in Mexico City; Click to return to image;
Notes re the various
Varunas (and Mithrases) can be found here, here, here, and here;
Click to return to image;
Apparently unaware that he was dealing with
a homicidal nut ball, Shamash (Mitravaruna
in the PHANTACEA Mythos) is here shown giving
Babylon's then king, Hammurabi, his famous Code of Laws; stele found
in the Louvre, Paris; Click to return to
Yet another headless god; I spotted this one on the Capitoline Hill in Rome in the late Spring
of 2008, I shot it there and then too; I find it uncannily apropos to
'Feeling Theocidal ' at least in part due to the two gorgoneions (Medusa
heads) perceptible on the god's arms; I used the same shot here;
Click to return to image;
I took this shot in Urfa,
Turkey, during the Fall of 2003; it's also used here;
I first used it here;
Click to return to image;
He was called Thrygragos Everyman because he seemed humanoid to a
human, saurian to a Saur, ophidian to an Ophidian, androgynous to
an Androgyny, and so it went. For their part, many devils saw him
as today, as a bright blur vaguely in their own chosen shape.
The one commonality of his seeming was members of every species –
save for pureblood Utopians, who despised devakind – perceived
him as the faultless embodiment of his, her or its own genus.
In that, Lazareme was in some respects proof of the theorem that
in every individual there resides the spark of godhood.
Put another way, if God, as he’d heard, was made in the image
and likeness of whomever or whatever, he had an innate as well as,
to quote him at his acerbic best, God-given aptitude for unthinkingly
making sure he looked the part.
Image Map of the Great God Lazareme as
Thrygragos Everyman: Click on individual graphics in the collage for the Cyberian equivalent of teleportation
Notes on the 'Laz-As-Everyman' Collage
The mouse-over message reads: "3 Images suggestive of Thrygragos Lazareme, collage prepared by Jim McPherson, 2008"; the collage's text reads: 'Thrygragos Everyman'; return to collage;
This looks like a Turkish 'bondcut',
a good luck charm reputedly used to ward off the 'Evil Eye' in modern day Turkey (I've one on my mask-wall at home); image taken
from the Worldwide Web; the moon behind it, also taken from the Web,
is also used here; more bondcuts are shown here; return to collage;
Image of Helios called Sophos the Wise, a mainstay of the PHANTACEA Mythos, whom more than a
few characters featured in 'Feeling
Theocidal ' feel the Great God Lazareme looks like;
scanned in from the front cover of pH-3,
artwork by Richard Sandoval, 1978; return to
Image, taken from the Web, of a man who has
painted his skin blue, like Alorus Ptah, the 1st patriarch of Golden Age Humankind (the Biblical Adam), is described throughout
'Feeling Theocidal '; the white 'war paint' and red 'third eye' supposedly make him reminiscent
of the Hindu God Shiva or Shankar (see also here);
red background, also taken from Web, is a shot from the opening sequence
of the 2008 Olympics in China; return to collage;
I shot this statuette ostensibly of a Sun
God in Frankfurt, Germany, during the Spring of 2008; I've been using
it to represent Thrygragos Lazareme ever since; it's also used here; return to collage;
Image Map entitled "Beware of
Firstborns - Especially if you are a Firstborn": Click
on individual graphics in the collage for
the Cyberian equivalent of teleportation
Smiler, Harmonia &, um ....
“Come now, brother. You can do better than
“Only after I was done as King Sodom and then only after you mistook
me for Father Sedon and caused the Male Entity to attempt to assassinate
me by asteroid. And, even then, only if I am to call you incompetent,
which you are, but that would be impertinent.
“Or would you prefer Zeus? That was
you, wasn’t it? One of you! The Great God reduced to infancy,
the one the Etocretans’ human king, who was always designated
Minos, sheltered in a mountaintop cave while the Female Entity’s
perverse goddesses sought to extirpate you forevermore.”
“You’re making that up.”
“Am I? Remarkably, some Outer
Earthlings do recall me as Judge Druj, that’s true. And in what
passes for their catechism ‘Druj’ does mean ‘the
Lie’. But, when it comes to you, I’m not making up anything.”
“Let’s not be so formal.”
“Much better. While there are tremendous
advantages to never being remembered unless I let myself be seen,
only to be forgotten the moment I depart, it does gall me to be so
slowly recognized. It’s as if I don’t exist.”
The mouse-over message
reads: "Beware of Firstborns - A Collage prepared by Jim McPherson, 2008"; the collage's text reads: 'Beware of Firstborns - Especially if you are a Firstborn'; return to image;
I shot the Red Devil at the
mighty impressive Folklore Museum in Dahleem, just outside of Berlin,
in May 2008; I've been using it to represent Smiler (Rhadamanthys in
books) ever since; the best shot of his head is probably here;
the main feature on the Smiling Fiend is here; return to image;
The head of Ahriman (identified as Smiler in
the PHANTACEA Mythos) as carved by Dr Rudolf
Steiner, scanned in from 'The Spear of Destiny' by Trevor
Ravenscroft, Samuel Weiser Inc, 1995 printing; Ahriman (though, as per
usual with the character, with no hint that Smiler even exists) is first
mentioned by name in 'Feeling
Theocidal ' - "Theo
2: Thrygragos Varuna Mithras", which is still online; return to image;
A headless god spotted on the Capitoline Hill in Rome in the late Spring of 2008,
I shot it there and then too; I find it uncannily apropos to 'Feeling
Theocidal '; that's at least in part due to the two
gorgoneions (Medusa heads) perceptible on the god's arms; I used the
same shot here; return to image;
Statue suggestive of Datong Harmonia, shot
by Jim McPherson on Capitoline Hill in Rome, 2008; it's actually part
of this fellow, which is to say it's
standing on the same plinth; that's another reason I find it uncannily
apropos to 'Feeling
Theocidal '; I used the same cut-out here; return to image;
Text reads 'Especially if you are a Firstborn';
I think of the hands behind the text as the 'outstretched
grasping hands', shot in Ankara, Turkey, when I was there
in 2003, they're in the shape of the Ameslan sign for 'want';
I used the Ankara hands here and here,
among a number of other places; return to image;
Figure I find suggestive of Smiler (as described
first in 'Feeling
Theocidal ' - "Theo 5: The VAM Entity"); shot on the Capitoline Hill in Rome, Italy, 2008; my
notes indicate the hooded figure with the outstretched grasping hand
is supposed to represent Cola di Rienzo, a big shot in Rome circa the
16th Century AD who got caught and torn apart by a mob on the very spot
his statue now stands; if they could remember he exists, which they can't unless he wants them
to do just that, I'm sure more than a few of the devil-gods populating
'Feeling Theocidal ' wished that had happened to Smiler pre-Thrygragon; return to image;
“You’ve been dreaming a lot about Andy and Ginny lately,”
she [Harmonia] said [to her acknowledged father, ThrygragosLazareme, before noon on Thrygragon] as
Chaos’s attendants brought them their brunch.
“It’s the Unnameable, isn’t it? You’re worried
about its head. I told you it’s all been arranged. From what
the Silverclouds were saying last night, even Bodiless Byron agrees.
Panharmonium dawned with Mithramas.”
“Something besides that, I think, though I’m so fucked-up
I’m not sure what.”
“I can empathize. I fucked up last night too. Only I’m
not sure who.”
Image Map representing the 3 Unities of
Lazareme, with the emphasis on Datong Harmonia: Click on individual
graphics in the collage for the Cyberian equivalent
the '3 Unities' Collage
The mouse-over message reads: "A jumble of shots, most of which were found on the Web, indicative of Thrygragos Lazareme and his 3 Unities circa 4376 YD, prepared by Jim McPherson, 2008";
clockwise, starting from bottom, the collage's text reads:'The 3 Unities of Lazareme: Lord Order, Balance, Abe Chaos'; return to image;
Image found on Web of a dove juxtaposed
with a hand holding a bloody dagger; since, in Classical Greek mythology,
Harmonia appears as the daughter of Love (Aphrodite) and War (Ares),
I couldn't resist copying this off the Web when I first saw it; return to image;
Text reads: 'Datong Harmonia - The Unity of Panharmonium'; the image behind the text, of a woman struggling to break out of chains, is part of a mural by David Alfaro Siqueiros; I first saw it at the Bellas Artes Opera House in Mexico City back in the mid-80s; I took the photograph I'm using for this collage when I revisited it early in 2008; I find the mural (which is entitled 'Nueva Democracia')
suggestive of Datong Harmonia, the Unity of Balance in the PHANTACEA Mythos (as well as the self-declared Unity of Panharmonium
in 'Feeling Theocidal '),
I prepared a very similar version of this graphic, albeit with a different
photo, some years ago, that variation can be found here;
I used the same graphic here; return to image;
I took the shot beside this paragraph in Rome around the same time as I took the shots featured in this collage; the mouse-over message reads: "Shot taken in Rome, 2008, suggestive of the Unity of Balance";
These look like Turkish 'bondcuts',
a good luck charm reputedly used to ward off the 'Evil Eye' in modern day Turkey (I've one on my mask-wall at home); images taken
from the Worldwide Web; another bondcut from the same photo is shown here; return to collage;
Years ago I read somewhere that 'datong' means 'harmony' in Chinese; since, as detailed
in 'Forever & 40 Days -- the Genesis of PHANTACEA',
the Moloch Sedon assigned Asian lands as far west as Persia, the Caspian
Sea and the Ural Mountains to Thrygragos Lazareme, his devic offspring
often appear Asiatic; return to image;
A note re the Blue Lazareme is here; return to image;
This image, which I copied from the Web, is
of a wild-eyed, modern-day adherent of Shiva/Shankar from the Indian
subcontinent (I pasted in the 3rd eye); in the PHANTACEA Mythos, Unholy Abaddon, the Unity of Chaos (Abe Chaos, named
after the Angel of the Bottomless Pit in the Biblical Book of Revelations),
is often identified with Shiva/Shankar (as in Oppenheimer's 'I
am Siva, Destroyer of Worlds'); primarily, though not
entirely, this is due to his power focus, which is a trident (actually
his real power focus is the so-called black-bolt blade of you guessed
it, which he dare never withdraw, not even partially, for fear that
by doing so he'll destroy Sedon's Headworld; what appears to be his
trident forms its grip, guard and sheathe); return to image;
Image of Lord Yajur, the Unity of Order, as taken
from the front cover of pH-3, artwork
by Richard Sandoval, 1978; unlike Abe Chaos, whom he hates with an irreducible
passion, Yajur has no fear of drawing his so-called lightning blade;
if it weren't for Datong Harmonia forever standing between them (in
effect balancing them off), her two brood brothers
might destroy a lot more than Sedon's Head going at each other; return to image;
There may be no cure for aphantasia (defined as 'having a blind or absent mind's eye') but there certainly is for aphantacea ('a'='without', like the 'an' in 'anheroic')
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