Academic journal article Hecate

The Jewelled Castle and the Moat of Flowers

Academic journal article Hecate

The Jewelled Castle and the Moat of Flowers

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The Jewelled Castle and the Moat of Flowers

Once upon a time there was a girl called Christobel who felt sick. She felt the sickness rising up from her belly to her throat, continually pushing upwards, growing bigger, making her retch and gag. But nothing came out. After a while the nausea would die away and she would stop feeling sick and go about her life.

One day the nausea came back. It came back in a big way, in a contradictory way. For, on the one hand, she felt nauseous and was flooded with a desire to rid herself of the churning miasma which rushed up her oesophagus. On the other hand, she felt herself to be a void, totally empty, huge, vast, a wasteland filled with nothing.

She asked a strong man, the Lord of the World, for help. She asked him to reach into her and, by pulling on her tongue, to haul out everything which was inside her. He grabbed her tongue and began to pull. Kilometers upon kilometers of stuff came out, all strung together. Guts, slimy and viscous, Christmas crackers, a small brown-skinned doll, babies' rattles, liver, a minute Chinese lantern. After much pulling the Lord of the World came to the very last thing. It stuck in her throat and although he tugged and tugged it wouldn't come out. `Reach your hand in and get hold of it,' she begged. `I want it all to go, every last thing which makes me sick'. So he reached in his hand and pushed his fist deep into her throat. He groped for the last thing and reached deeper and deeper until finally his grasp closed around the very last thing in the pit of her maw. He took a good hold, and tore it from its anchorage. When he withdrew his arm from her mouth she saw her vagina crushed in his palm, bloody and bruised, raw and red. Between her legs was a gaping, jagged hole which dripped drops of crimson blood.

She was filled with relief to be rid at last of the very last thing!

The Lord of the World dropped the shapeless flesh in her hand and departed. She looked at it and wondered what to do with it. `I know,' she thought, `I'll take it to a wise woman and have her make it into something.'

She took it first to a grey-haired wise woman with a wrinkled but strong face. A woman who had seen much and done much. `Ah yes,' said the woman. `You could make a lovely hill out of this and use it in a model train set. Look!' She took the vagina and shaped it into a vagina hill with labia and folds. She placed a miniature train track on one of the outer labia and a few model cows and trees on the hillside.

`See,' she said, `You paint the pubic hairs green and they look just like grass.' The little train ran up to the foot of the steep hill and slowly chugged up and up to the top and down the other side. …

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