MY ALCHYMIC WEDDING -Part II-
CAKE CEREMONY, CONSUMMATION, RECEPTION, RESULTS
Just as everyone began to disperse after the
Handfasssting Ceremony Ra'en reminded me that the
bouquet had to be thrown. We called everyone back
together and warned them that the bouquet included a
large chunk of bone, so heads up. It was a beautiful
arrangement of flowers, including death lilies and
gorgeous Waratah blossoms, procured by someone who had
no conscious idea of their symbolism in relation to
the Goddess Babalon whom I had invoked in the
ceremony; with long-stemmed peacock feathers sticking
out the top.
There was a frantic melee of people jumping up and
Evan Flux, one of the bridesmaids, was the lucky
(wo)man who caught the bouquet. He's probably still
wondering just what this means...
After an hour or two of chilling out chatting and
chai after the wedding ceremony, the guests were
gathered together again for the presentation and
subsequent consumption of the special wedding cake.
Once everyone was present and relatively quiet, the
spectacular sculptural cake was unveiled: A
seven-tiered sponge and icing Tower of Babel. It had
been placed upon a great boulder, as Ra'en introduced,
'The Ivory Tower [offwhite icing] which sits on the
Rock of Tradition, In the Seas of Chaos.'
The cake,
crafted by Bruce, had a bit of a funny lean to it. It
was basically a simplified culinary model of the Tower
of Babel construction built by the Balloon Co. theatre
clan for their spectacular New Millenium Rite at the
start of the year (click for photos and story), thus linking my wedding to that
rite which began my whole Baphomet journey with
eostrogen as a reifying agent. I had made a giant veve
in the ashes (Ashes = 131 = Baphomet) of that great tower,
of the Marassa (sacred twins in Voudoun) united at the
Crossroads; and this same veve had been used as the
central design for the Wedding Ceremony which had just
occurred. For the Alchemical Marriage of Sun and Moon
sits twixt Tiphereth (sun) and Yesod (moon) vertically
on the Tree of Life, and twixt Hod (Mercury/Hermes)
and Netzach (Venus/Aphrodite) horizontally. This
Crossroads is the intersection between the
Art/Temperance card/path and the Blasted Tower
card/path. The Wedding Rite was the Alchemical Art
trump exemplified, marrying sun and moon both within
and without. So now this Cake ceremony coda was
performed as a link through time from culmination of
my journey of hermaphroditic wo/manifestation, back to
its initiation at the new year Blasted Tower rite.
The seven tiers represented the seven chakras, and
sticking in the top of the cake -where usually sits
the little porcelain figure of bride and groom- was a
makeshift Caduceus: small starling wings and
tessalated diamond crystal atop a transparent
pen-barrel and single-pan-pipe-reed miniature staff,
wound around with two rubber snakes, one with silver
and one with gold markings. These represented the
serpents Od and Ob which I had married in my
serpent-arm caduceus dance of the wedding rite, and
the Ida and Pingala nadis which wind up through the
chakras.
Once the cake had been unveiled I began to tell the
tale of the Tower of Babel -of how it was built by the
Babalonians in an attempt to reach the heavens, and
how they sent an archer up to the highest peak to
shoot an arrow off into the heavens - the Arrow of
Art.
As I told of the growth and increasing complexity of
the Tower's structure, I placed little jelly babies
along the rim of each progressive layer, different
coloured ones on different layers. I explained how the
people on the upper levels of the tower began to lose
communications with the people on the lower levels.
Each became a dgierrt system unto itself, and the
dkgwer iojwvn occupants of each level stopperedjeio fj
talking with each tut otherdaseg. Evenas as I nyrg
babble about the babbledon about the break dgwlrtkaer
downof cgaetcvcommmunicationsd commun bet weenrt the
different layer s my own commmuni cationsle be ganto
break dow n asdfe as I told vrtr thedvp tale... the
Babblebabblebabbleonians babbledon bab elle defiv ofge
found that they could no long er stand under each
others linguage sdportqe. they no lvaer lunger
understooded each other bruiler's words dkes and the
tower's fuctions began to break downn rew toegnbd afl
as... andgg Babbel Bible Babel Bubble bou bleor r bnu
bibble on bun d . Asd as I spake these dribbleon
drabble as I babbled on about the Babbleonians
babeling onn and ass I dribbled into gossamer
glossalia gibble gabbble greufdmbblmble
gibberishgbitfs... others, first those who had been
pre-briefed on the scenario, then random
congregationistsz who caught onto the diyer idea of
gobbergabble glop bewgan to drip their drop their
triptrap triple trupplebubbur ston baibleihodloog
hjrogs dotdkv ftngedjit into the soupy glop of clotted
neolinguisticated esoteristerical terra leog noir
hybrid espanol dotcom other neuron dzu bulul h'yumm
Kin Znox sporeonbab elle le emit bddfdsfl rkfkeohgnasd
voenvla e ckfj3dk v si binary4o6dahljsdflhg x c dlsl
isp contrary egkdo chai singales thai thi amin amen
freeformfrormFren Francaise fastflipbeterigibbet
franchise fundaflupit gubbin est eres um moy latino
eurotrash dammerweiden blended ocker ben bisted barby
babelsprachen di lemisci bisci blahhbleon...
...I hadn't been sure how or even if the crowd would
pick up on the idea of a glossolia babblefest but was
pleasantly surprised to find the whole congregarious
congregation babeling on in a blindingly cacophonous
caphoconus nun nulldeblitz of corruscating lysdexic
infelible grasplin linkuistication of different
gibberishscapes of degenerererating occultese
taxilinga spashtikundammerhagen est vold und groot
...ep
...The pitch and intensity of this rose as I made
the little jelly people bif each other and fall off
the tower of BibelBabble into the seas of chaos. I
took the caduceus out of the top of the cake. Everyone
(both those of jelly and those of flesh) was screaming
and yelling drqwelling angrily in confusion and
fumblmmmble fusion of different g garblediglukets...
... ... until it reached fever pitch and with a
burst of rolling thunder from Amordios's sampler the
lightning struck and the Tower burst into irridescent
flames. A lit strip of alcohol-soaked hessian on the
back of the cake allowed the conflagration to ignite
as the lights went out dramatically. Struck with the
lightning-stroke of realization, from Kether to
Malkuth, I cried out, 'AHA!' in revelation. Then I
began to babble on again, but those I babbled to now
looked at me with wisdom and understanding, and while
they babbled back in gibberish as incomprehensible
linguistically as my own, our intent was now one of
communication and understanding, so that our gestures,
expressions and intonation implies the gist of what we
were saying though the words were apparently
nonsensical.
I did this first with the few
co-conspirators with whom I had devised the scenario,
then with random guests who did understand me also,
proving that communication is foremost about intent,
language being merely a means. The whole atmosphere
calmed drastically, into a peaceful babble of
confirmation and understanding, so different from the
harsh conflict of confusion prior to the Tower's
conflagration.
As the flames began to flicker down I looked around
for a knife to cut the cake. All I could find was my
decorative Bolivian athame from the altar, and this
seemed most apt for it had a monstrous gargoylian face
on its hilt. I raised it up as Tiamait primal serpent
from the seas of chaos, saying something about chaos
engulfing the Tower of Civilation. Bridesmaid
Barrington yelled out, 'But I like civilization...' to
which I replied, 'Me too, that's why I want to eat it!'
and chomped into the first piece, then beginning to
hand out slices of Babbel (with both hands and
tongue).
The bassy crunch of slowed-down eating sounds
rumbled rhythmically forth from Amordios's sampler and
I moved over to the microphone for a live rendition of
the 'Atey Ate' track from our Labyrinth C.D. while
people Ate their cake. Words I had written years
earlier now had new meaning in the context of the
Wedding ceremony:
'Anim-ate your anima, Activ-ate animal Ate-avisms...
Insemin-ate the lemnisc-ate, Mut-ate your perception
Initi-ate, In-it-I-ate, initi-ate affinity with
infinity...
Consume-Ate, Consume-ate, consumAte the marriage of
the Sun and the Moon... ...'
And consumate the marriage I did, inserting the
Caduceus from the top of the Tower into my urethra
-consecrated years earlier as the vagina of my anima
(Eye as Kteis and Kia) and progressively stretched
since- so that the crystal and wings stuck out the
top. The snakes I entwined around my phallus, invoking
the Double-Wanded One and wo/manifesting Baphomet as
in Levi's classic image. I brought myself to an
implosive non-ejaculatory orgasm, sending the gnosis
back in timemit, realizing then why I had received
some of the 'divinatory' phenomena leading to/fro this
equinoxuliuqe rite, such as the lyrics above. For what
is divination after all except noitarujnoc esrever ?
But I jump ahead of myself... in linear timemit I
did not consumate the marriage straight after the cake
ceremony, but much later in the webwomb which that
night became my bridal chamber. In the meantime there
was more music, as people digested their slices of
Babbel and Wren, Bel and Hiedi costumed and prepared
themselves for a live performance of my Lunar Adoration
'LIBER QOPH vel HECATE'.
This was beautiful. With webwomb weaving as a
backdrop, they danced the maiden, mother and crone
phases of the moon as I narrated the verses and played
violin, the lights going out on cue as the cutter cut
the thread of life and the invisible dark phase
ensued. At beginning/end of the cycle the three came
together in choreographed triple Goddess kama-kali
formation.
After the performance of Liber Qoph vel Hecatethere was more
recorded music, then live music from the incubatory
stages of the band HarleQuintet -
Kestral's Olde Shoppe and Glittering Mournful songs, my
Circus Circuit, Melek Taus and Hand of Harlequin
songs, and eternal stoned jamming into the wee small
hours of the morning as the Reception crowd gradually
dwindled...The next morning I produced the blood-filled caduceus- my hermaphroditic equivalent of the blood-stained sheet waved from the bridal chambers in some traditions.
The day after the marriage I experienced some extreme strife, tensions from before the ceremony built to a peak now being purged from my system. But since then I have felt whole and a deep sense of peace in my being, despite some turmoil in my outer life and relationships.
I went into a somewhat insular meditative stage for my Honeymoon, opting for my new bedroom (first home I have had in over a year, moved into just before the wedding) as the desired location. Zygoat's picture of a self-fellating figure went up on my bedroom door under the makeshift 'Just Married' sign, flowers and black and red lace wedding garter, which I'm sorry to say I just couldn't get off my thigh with my teeth no matter how hard I tried...
Synchronicity and serendipity increased in my life, magickal phenomena relating to the marriage and my whole hermaphroditic journey continuing to wo/manifest daily, ripples forward now as well as kcab from the Great Rite. Things I needed began to manifest more readily in my environment without any conscious sorcery to procure them.
I had withdrawn from the estrogen prematurely, as there was a delay in receipt of my last batch from Spain. This combined with an extreme stomach sickness caused my whole system to purge in the week before the wedding. This was extremely difficult what with preparations and all but I am now grateful for the challenge. With my outer source of animanifestation unexpectedly cut off, I had to call forth that part of myself from deep within my own being for the ceremony.
The late batch of estrogen arrived a week or so after the wedding so I decided to take it for the hermaphroditic performance rituals I had booked for the month or so after the marriage. These invocations of Baphomet and of the hermaphroditic peacock angel Melek Taus flowed well and were a consolidation and presentation of my journey before the public eye.
A final aspect of my Initiation into Womanhood came into play during this coda-like final cycle of eostrogen intake, one that seems more apt for after the self-wedding than before: -my first sexual relations with another male since I began taking estrogen (I am not attracted to many men generally). It was very different from my previous rare homosexual encounters, and was with someone who is not usually of a gay or even bisexual orientation himself. The experience has really obviated some of the changes I have undergone.
I seem to have finally got my once-rampant jealousy under control as well, something I have been working on for at least as long as I have been interested in hermaphroditism, and is intrinsically related (see Frater Achad's Liber QNA).
Watching the wedding video also clarified the changes
in my being, in casual footage of me playing music,
dancing etc. as much as in the more deliberate
invocations of the rite -certain attitudes, nuances in
my face and movement -subtle yet perceptible
progressions in my evolution into a more balanced
being -changes I have bound myself to and retained
in the challenge of estrogen withdrawal...
When I took the last name Bascule years ago as a
counterpointing alternate last name to Defenestrate, I
had no idea I would be womanifesting my anima to this
degree and marrying myself. And yet, now it becomes
apparent why I had two last names -for the chance of
union. Now I am Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule.
The red lion and the white eagle have become the
white lion and the red eagle.
Above: "Fractal Self-Birth" Pen Drawing (c)2001 Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule
All my magickal work with Hermaphroditism over the last few years has culminated in this last nine moonths, progressive invocations solidifying through the layers of density as I BeCome Myself.
SOLVE ET COAGULA
Words and Images (c)2001 Orryelle Defenestrate-Bascule
Background Music is an extract of the 'Ardhanarishvara-An' track from THE CHORONZON MACHINE CD by The HarleQuintet. Lyrics and Music (c)02 Orryelle.
An EDITED VIDEO of My Alchymic Wedding Ceremony, Reception and Performances is Available. Please Email [email protected] for Ordering Information.
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