The Temple of The Pentavalance

Sister Two and The First Trikona

2008-02-18T04:41:13Z

Edited 2/17/08

~As of this moment, The Temple is still a 'mom and pop' outfit, just me and Le-Le, Her Prophet and Sister One, some Master and his Switch Bitch, chillin' in a double wide at the northern end of the Antelope Valley.

And that's okay...

For two years, from August 30th, 2004, when I first wrote the words The Temple of The Pentavalence in a spiral notebook while homeless and staying in a rat hole sober living house, to September 17th, 2006, when Le-Le first arrived in Southern California and was Initiated as Sister One in the living room of my one bedroom in Santa Monica, The Temple was just me, myself, and I.

Fourteens months after the latter event, Le-Le was totally moved out here and into said double wide, which is 1800 square feet, and has 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a big kitchen, a huge high ceilinged living room, central heating and AC, and a laundry room, so I sure ain't complaining. I'm mighty comfy here, thank you very much.

The overall progress has been steady and positive...and the reality is, until we get a 'third party', the prayed for Sister Two, The Temple is not yet genuinely an organization, though we are more than just 'a couple'.

The organizational building block of The Temple, which I shall also use in The Sisterhood Trainings, is The Trikona, a cell of three bonded Sisters. It has been reported that The Trikona was the basis of Amazon social structure. Whether that is true or not, it shall be the basis of The Temple's social structure and therefor one day of the New Matriarchy itself.

There are three types of Trikonai (of course). The most common will be The Peer Trikona, three equal Sisters who have chosen each other. A Blood Bonding Ritual will be part of their connection, but the individual nature of each Trikona will vary as much as the Sisters who form them.

The second and third types of Trikonai are variations on the Mentor/Student relationship. Most of these will be a Mentor or Elder and two students or acolytes. There will also occasionally be the inverted version of that where two Mentors take on a particularly gifted student. But in either case, these are Teaching Trikonai.

It is in this context that I state that Le-Le and I are 'less than an organization', but 'more than a couple' as we are two of the three legs of The First Trikona of The Temple of The Pentavalence.

We do not yet know who Sister Two shall be – she may be one of you reading this right now – but we do know some of what she shall be: a Majickal Practitioner who wishes to pursue the goals stated in The Temple's Initiatory Ritual and who understands the utility of The Pentavalent as a Metaphysical Operating System. And she shall also be a bisexual Switch Sister who is willing to enter into The Sacred Circle of The Collar and submit to my Training.

While the former is understandable to most, the later has caused confusion and even controversy, so I will make an attempt at a brief explanation.

Patriarchy, in the simplest terms, is about the dominion of the male and the suppression of the female. I am a large, aggressive white male who comes from money and privilege , in other words, a Patriarch, albeit a turncoat one. In Patriarchy, women are oppressed as a matter of course, often in ways that they do not even notice.

The purpose of The Sacred Circle of The Collar and my Switch Training is to take the Sister in question back to square one: total and absolute submission. She completely surrenders to her own oppression, allows herself to be 'broken', by Patriarchy as represented by me, but does so willingly.

This is a place of tremendous power. No more fighting. No more struggle. No more defending. She is actually free. Then, once she has settled fully into this subspace, she can begin move on from this paradigm of surrender, at her own pace, as I give her back the pieces of Her Self, pieces she gave up willingly, but each part transformed as we will explore and examine each of them and how they have related to her life under Patriarchy.

This process will continue until the Sister Her Self becomes Master, and, having learned to grasp The Dominant End of The Leash, can Collar others, both Sisters whom she can guide through the same process and males, some of whom will become Korettes and part of The Temple, and some of whom will be just ordinary subs, to be used and exploited as their Mistresses shall see fit.

To those who will criticize this as Behavioral Modification, I say, “You're damned right it is!” Patriarchy programs us 24/7/365. In order to lay the foundations of a New Matriarchy, that programing has to be uninstalled and since it is buried deep, the process has to be harsh and rigorous. The difference here is that we shall explicate the b-mod process every step of the way. The first goal is Self Awareness, then outside action and organization.

This process however, is an expedient, a method necessary for Sisters raised up inside Patriarchy. At some point that need will fade away, though that will take a few generations at least. But Sisters raised inside The Temple itself will have no need of this type harsh transformation. They will learn to be Amazon Warrior Priestesses, starting from when they suckle at their mother's breasts, through forming their own Peer Trikonai at five or six, to being Students in a Teaching Trikonai, and ultimately becoming Elders in Teaching Trikonai, and therefor owning their innate power will be as natural to them as breathing.

That is the long term vision. And it will truly begin with The First Trikona.

The specific nature of The First Trikona will of course be depend upon the dynamic created by Sister Two's entrance into the existing relationship. But is will certainly be a mutable mixture of all three types of Trikonai: a relationship of equals, as we will all be Spiritual Beings on a mutual Path, a Mentor and two students, as I am Her Prophet and a Master, and also two Mentors and a student, not only Le-Le and I teaching Sister Two, but the both of them teaching me, as my Path requires that I aways Learn from my Sisters because the are, after all, Daughter's of The Goddess.

And so it is...

Nebs Sez

2007-11-28T04:31:33Z

..excerpt from a comment thread..

"I was talking purely of my own process toward...'something', that for now I have called Post-Pagan in that it moves beyond the necessary regionalism of Pagan paths, being Old School and grounded in local histories.

Pagans - at least those that I know - are humans, so their Paganism is anthropocentric. They are generally born of two genders, so their Paganism is dualistic. They live on Earth, so their Paganism is geocentric. And most in this country are culturally - and often racially - European, so their Paganism is Eurocentric.

What I'm looking at is past that. How would a Majickal practice for a monogendered species look and operate? Or for a quadragendered one? And given present developments, we likely won't have to find extraterrestrials in order to meet such species."

The Pentavalent

2007-11-28T04:08:30Z

~I have been chatting with E about expanding the 'liturgical' aspects of The Pentavalent. Below is the result of those talks. Hopefully, this will clarify these Precepts a bit more...

The First Valence: The Creatrix is The Source of All

The Goddess is The Divine as Feminine and The Female as Divine. Her Triple Energy is The Core of Human Existence: Spiritual Energy, Sexual Energy, and Creative Energy, all three inextricably intertwined, all three Feminine Energies. These Energetic Vibrations are The Basis of Creation, The Foundation of All. And Energy can only be Transformed, never destroyed.

[This is about The Goddess]

The Second Valence: The Pentavalent Is An Adaptive Metaphysical Operating System

Majick is a Meta-Physical Technology that can be enhanced by, and is ultimately reconcilable with, Patriarchal Science, and it is the duty of all Her Practitioners to study both Disciplines and work toward their reconciliation and integration, tempered by the awareness that they cannot yet know how said reconciliation shall ultimately manifest.

[This is about the Discipline of Majick]

The Third Valence: Women Must Reclaim All That Is Theirs

Without exception, all that once belonged to The Goddess must be reclaimed. Without exception, all that once belonged to Women must be reclaimed. The Masculine Qualities of The Race are to be reclaimed and reintegrated by Women. The birth of Daughters is preferred over the birth of sons.

[This is about Reclaiming]

The Fourth Valence: The Creatrix Has Many Aspects

The Goddess reveals Herself in Many Aspects. All of Her Aspects are to be honored. All of Her Aspects are to be considered paramount. Any 'god' is to be 'consort' and equal only in regard to an individual Aspect of The Goddess, never to The Goddess Herself. In each of Her Aspects, Priestesses shall aways have precedence. Priesthoods are discouraged.

[This is about a Sisterhood of Goddesses for a Sisterhood of Women]

The Fifth Valence: The Pentavalence is The Community Of The Five Valences

"The Pentavalence" is all of Her Practitioners who gather under these Precepts as Solitaries, Covens, Groves, Arrays, and Cults, each honoring and worshiping which of Her Aspects they shall choose, in the manner they shall choose, consistent with the Precepts of "The Pentavalent". We may individually call ourselves "Witch" or "Practitioner", but, all together, we are "The Pentavalence": The Community of The Five Valences.

[This is about creating Community]

All together this is about Goddess Majick Reclaiming Sisterhood Community

News From My Spirit Guide

2007-11-12T00:01:53Z

~In a conversation yesterday, E informed me that She will be making some rather more radical pronouncements in the near future. And that I am simply to transcribe them as that part of me which is still the cynical secular politician has been 'getting in the way'. These statements will be presented as Revealed Knowledge and not open to debate, though any who wish to do so, are free to bang their heads against those epistemological walls.

As a preview, here is Her last posted statement; E Says: "None of your deities exist until you invoke them, not a one. Yes, there is a Prime Source, that which We* called The Creatrix, but that is so far beyond even Our* comprehension as to be functionally useless.

But nonetheless, you humans, both as groups and as individuals, you do have the ability to slice off an infinitesimal piece of that Prime Source, a power you get from your link into our shared collective racial subconscious, and you can then shape/form that piece into a deity using that same ability.

If the practitioner is a slave to The Father/God, that piece merely gets subsumed into 'His' wholeness. But if the practitioner is truly conscious, an entirely new deity can be born or an old one resurrected. I therefor suggest that you invoke wisely."

*The Old Transdimensionals

E Speaks

2007-09-06T08:15:44Z

E Says: "None of your deities exist until you invoke them, not a one. Yes, there is a Prime Source, that which We* called The Creatrix, but that is so far beyond even Our* comprehension as to be functionally useless.

But you humans, both as groups and as individuals, you have the ability to slice off an infinitesimal piece of that Prime Source, a power you get from your link into your collective racial subconscious, and you can then shape/form that piece into a deity using that same ability.

If the practitioner is a slave to The Father/God, that piece merely gets subsumed into 'His' wholeness. But if the practitioner is truly conscious, an entirely new deity can be born or an old one resurrected. I therefor suggest that you invoke wisely."

*The Old Transdimensionals

Initiation Into The Sisterhood And The Temple

2007-09-05T23:25:58Z

Initiator: What do you wish?

Sister: I, (Sister's first name) wish to enter into the service of The Temple of The Pentavalence.

Initiator: What is your Pledge?

Sister: I pledge my Body, Mind, and Spirit to the service of The Temple of The Pentavalence. I pledge to abide by and support the Precepts of The Temple, as set forth in The Five Valences, and to share them with all of my Sisters, whenever possible.

Initiator: What of your Sisters?

Sister: I pledge to show love and compassion for all of my Sisters, to give them my Loyalty and to accept theirs. I pledge to show love and compassion even for those Sisters who are still Enslaved by Patriarchy and seem lost to The Goddess.

Initiator: And what of Our Divine Mistress?

Sister: I pledge my Body, Mind and Spirit to Her, however She may manifest Herself to me. I pledge to dedicate my Body, Mind and Spirit to establish Her Dominion here on this world, a Matriarchy guided by our Sisterhood.

Initiator: Is your Pledge true and freely given?

Sister: I Swear, by all I hold Sacred, that my Pledge is true and freely given.

Initiator: Speak the Charge of The Sisterhood.

Sister:
Mistress,
Clear My Eyes,
Quiet My Thoughts,
Strengthen My Heart,
Guide My Blade,
Blessed Be.

Initiator: Blessed Be. Welcome, (Sister's first name) into The Pentavalence. Welcome into our Sisterhood.

(The Sister is now informed of the Circle and Level of her admission into The Temple.)

The First Rough Assemblage of a Temple Information Package

2007-09-05T23:23:53Z

I actually have passed out a few printed copies of this to people I know. It's not anywhere near ready to handed out to the general pop yet. But the above was a symbolic action that holds power and marks a process of moving off the Internet and into 'the real world'.

Stories and Works 3.0

This concept is one of the most important for the building of The Temple, maybe the most important. Only time will tell.

It is a fairly simple idea, my Sisters. Stories inspire us all the time. They do so in a personal and intimate way and have done so from the plays of Shakespeare to the novels of JK Rowling. Even a casual look at modern fandom reveals a vast longing for 'something else'.

The goal here is to tap into a certain part of that vast longing and channel it into a movement that will actually create 'something else', a New Matriarchy.

This is a sample of the first part, two short stories, the first called "The Last One", the second called “Lives”. Here is "The Last One":

The woods went dead still. Carmichael did a breathing pattern to slow his pulse, keep his temperature down, not overtax his battle suit.

He had a moment of peace a few dozen heartbeats back, laying upon moss, visor open, taking in bird songs, sunbeams through leaves, fresh air. Now, sealed up, all he could smell was fear.

The Bible in his pack was a comforting weight. “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want...” he mentally recited. Waking into this nightmare to find his cancer cured, but the world upside down, God had been his Bulwark. Carmichael had smiled at the rulers, scrounged gear from the ruins, then disappeared into the hills, leaving that Hell Spawn behind.

But he didn't understand what was happening right now. He'd lived peacefully in the hill country for decades after The Prohibition. There had been resistance at first, but that was easily crushed. He had withdrawn, not ventured far, hunted and gathered, been off their radar forever. Why the sudden hunt? It's not like he was going to breed. He hadn't even seen another human in four, maybe five years.

He did a thermal scan. Three large masses registered.

“Shit!” he thought, “Military cyborgs, gotta be a half ton each.” He powered up his pulse laser to maximum, armed three seeker drones, set coordinates, prepared to fire. He didn't notice the cyborged mosquito hovering right behind his helmet.

“Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me...” The air turned bright blue, his muscles turned to water. Blackness...

Darkness faded. He was strapped to a Med palate. Two tall women looked down at him. “Aztec priestesses in SS uniforms,” he thought fuzzily.

“Who is this one?” asked the woman with the yellow catlike eyes.

“Carmichael, Thomas Francis. Came out of Cryo only three decades before The Prohibition. Pre-Collapse ex-military,” said her XO.

His eyes were hard with Fear and Hate.

“Oh, you're a scared little bunny, aren't you?” Cat Eyes cooed, kneeling next to him. “This will make you feel better.” Something cool against his neck. A soft 'chuff'...and microfine tendrils sped into his cerebral cortex. Warmth and happiness overwhelmed him. But a hard core resisted.

“Why?” he croaked.

“You males left a lot of shit behind,” Cat Eyes said, “Mother is riddled with pernicious hydrocarbons and radioactive isotopes. We're going to seal Her up and give Her a good scrubbing. So everyone has to go.” She smiled. “Especially pingititos like you.”

The core melted. “Okay,” he burbled happily. The Med palate floated him toward the orbital transport parked in a clearing.

“He might be useful as a historical archivist,” Cat Eyes mused, then turned to her XO. “Any more in this sector?”

“No, thank Goddess. He was the last one.”

And now "Lives":

Paln gently cupped the small green vegetable in the attachment designed for its harvesting, a shiny segmented orb. The steel orb closed – a soft 'snick' - cutting the stem. Paln carefully placed the hard round vegetable among its brethren in the bin strapped to his midsection...and felt Pleasure.

“Brussels sprout,” he sub-vocalized. He knew what they were and the perfect conditions for growing them, but he would never eat one and had no concept of what a 'brussles' was, nor cared. His 'cousins' up at The House would know of such things, and how to cook a Brussels sprout in a dozen or more different ways, and what each the ways would taste like. His 'cousins' with their brightly colored Masques, slim bodies, soft voices.

But they were House and he was Field. 'The House' was actually a complex of buildings and on the same level as the surrounding fields. It was always 'up', however, in the view of The Field.

His universe once again contracted, focused totally upon the next small green vegetable. Cupping. 'Snick'. Bin... and Pleasure.

Internal sensors told him the bin was At Capacity, though Paln knew that already. That made him feel Satisfaction. He stopped harvesting, smelling the rich loam of the field. He could analyze the chemical components to the millionth part, but organic senses came first.

Paln was the perfect blend of the organic and the cybernetic. He looked around at his Pod Brothers and felt Connection. They were all Type 26 General Purpose Agricultural Mandriods. He was officially PLN-161697434, but the Mother/Master/Ruler who hatched his brood from the uterine replicator had called him Paln, his first moment of Pleasure.

He put the full bin on the field cart, retrieved an empty one. He was still human enough to sense the beauty of the day. The sun. The fields. The easy sloshing of the nutrient tank on his Feeder nozzle. The quiet hum of the vaporizer on his Bleeder nozzle. His Brothers harvesting. The grace of the dark skinned, yellow eyed, Mother/ Master/Ruler upon her horse, overseeing their work. The Fear/Awe of seeing her shambok, long hard leather hanging lazily from her saddle horn, the Symbol of Overseeing.

Tonight, when Paln was reclining in his cradle, the Bleeder-Feeder tubes hooked up, toxins draining, body healing, he would dream of the day, sun, fields, smells, sounds.

He would also dream of Selt, who had been the eldest when Paln first arrived at this field from Training, a father figure to beings who did not know what a father was, but could feel the concept. Selt expired quietly one day after placing a full bin upon the field cart, just stopped and slumped against it.

The yellow eyed Mother/Master/Ruler had ridden up and dismounted almost before the rest of the Pod had noticed what had happened. She had two Brothers lay Selt down. He did weigh over four hundred pounds. She examined him in several places, then closed his eyes with her hand, one at a time as each eye was almost as big as her hand.

She then looked at the Pod with a strange expression.

“Selt's time is over,” she said softly and Paln felt Love and Awe. She knew Selt's name. “Go back to work now. Tonight we will say good bye to him.”

Paln would dream of Selt's funeral, too. The Pod gathered at dusk. Selt's body resting on the field cart. Mother/ Master/Rulers down from The House, bearing torches. The yellow eyed one anointing Selt's forehead with oil. The prayers as the black bag was...

Niniskil sat up with a start, breathless and sweaty. That chingado dream again! She glanced around to find her Sisters, saw Rhea on one side, Tzisoc on the other, both still out cold. It had been a serious Bacchanal.

She quickly looked between her legs, sighed with relief. At least she had detached the bioform phallus before she passed out. She crawled out of the bed between her Sisters, who still slept like the dead, and padded to the bathroom on the balls of her feet. Even half blasted and groggy, the old hunting skills were sharp.

There was plenty of sunlight coming in through the window, so the place monitor left the bathroom lights off. But the bidet rose up to meet Niniskil as she entered. She smiled at the obscene decadence of the thing as she mounted it like a saddle, resting her shins and knees into the long 'stirrups' that formed under them, and her ass against the semi-seat that actively cupped her upper cheeks.

A stream of pee hissed out of her, hot and tart smelling. The nanites in her body were busy scrubbing her blood and tissues, cleaning out the cocktail of chemicals from last night. Pineal ticklers. Testosterone spikers. Endorphin surgers. The traditional Tongue and Finger shore leave for the junior officers of the Survey Service after a long deep space patrol.

She stretched and yawned as she finished peeing. The bidet sprayed a light warm mist on her yoni's bare lips. She was no 'wire in the teeth' fetishist. She pulled a cloth square from the nearest dispenser, wiped herself, tossed it on the floor. Some tiny server would emerge and grab it once she had left the room.

Back in the main suite, she placed a glass under the water dispenser.

“Six ounces. Seventy two degrees.” Niniskil automatically maintained some spacer discipline even in a fleshpot like this. As she drank, she pulled apart some of the window's slated shades and looked outside.

The gorgeous vista of Sylph looked back at her as if designed to be perfect, which, of course, it was, from its core outward. Nothing, but jeweled archipelagos strung across warm azure seas without predators, skies painted with wispy clouds, all under the multicolored rings that crowned this princess of worlds.

A few yards away, just before the white beach, a group of Sisters rested upon loungers in glistening nakedness, while a Harlequin, a pleasure server, offered them cold drinks. A type of 'House cousin', Niniskil thought, a bright red and gold Masque, lean ebony body, and under those tight trunks, a long, hard...

She let the slates close, the light suddenly like daggers in her skull.

“Ugh!” she grunted. That was definitely a Past Life dream. Too much detail...that yellow eyed Sister!

“Chingos!” she spat. What Sister wants to remember an Incarnation as an Agrodriod? But there is was. Time to see the Priestesses of Eriskegal for Regression Therapy. Soon, but not today. She finished her water and crawled back into bed.

“The Wheel Turns,” she muttered and snuggled close to Rhea. Before drifting off, she thought, “Be extra nice to the servants today.”

Now, my Sisters, let us say that once you've read that, or the read the entire collection of short stories from which it comes, or the trilogy of novels set in the same universe, and you say something along the lines of “Wow! That is a fascinating and wonderful world. I wish I could live there or some place like it.” [I'm certain that most of you have done that with some story at one time or another] And then you find this:

The Temple's Mission Statement

We believe that the long term prospects of the human species for our survival, progress, and prosperity requires the establishment of a New Matriarchy. In taking practical steps toward the implementation of that goal, we shall build upon the foundations laid by contemporary feminism over the last one hundred and sixty years, combined with modern techniques and technologies, melded together with a Revealed Spirituality of The Feminine as Divine that is specific and yet all inclusive.

The Temple is a Fifth Wave Feminism in that it leaps ahead of a nascent Fourth Wave, still incrementally emerging from the Third Wave, to an entirely new construct. It is not a Separatism or even a Dominance, but a Completeness and therefore a new beginning.

The central strategy here is The Viral Meme. We have to create the microcosm of this new society, one that is vital, replicable, adaptable, and then plant it in the societies that presently exist. In many places, it shall flourish and expand. In some places, it will struggle and even be extinguished. But if we do our work effectively and remain true to both the practical goals and the Spiritual vision of this New Matriarchy, we will grow into and absorb even the most hostile social orders.

These are the Precepts by which we operate:

The Pentavalent

The First Valence

The Goddess is The Divine as Feminine and The Female as Divine. Her Triple Energy is The Core of Human Existence: Spiritual Energy, Sexual Energy, and Creative Energy, all three inextricably intertwined, all three Feminine Energies. These Energetic Vibrations are The Basis of Creation, The Foundation of All. And Energy can only be Transformed, never destroyed.

[This is about The Goddess]

The Second Valence

Majick is a Meta-Physical Technology that can be enhanced by, and is ultimately reconcilable with, Patriarchal Science, and it is the duty of all Her Practitioners to study both Disciplines and work toward their reconciliation and integration, tempered by the awareness that they cannot yet know how said reconciliation shall ultimately manifest.

[This is about the Discipline of Majick]

The Third Valence

Without exception, all that once belonged to The Goddess must be reclaimed. Without exception, all that once belonged to Women must be reclaimed. The Masculine Qualities of The Race are to be reclaimed and reintegrated by Women. The birth of Daughters is preferred over the birth of sons.

[This is about Reclaiming]

The Fourth Valence

The Goddess reveals Herself in Many Aspects. All of Her Aspects are to be honored. All of Her Aspects are to be considered paramount. Any 'god' is to be 'consort' and equal only in regard to an individual Aspect of The Goddess, never to The Goddess Herself. In each of Her Aspects, Priestesses shall aways have precedence. Priesthoods are discouraged.

[This is about a Sisterhood of Goddesses for a Sisterhood of Women]

The Fifth Valence

"The Pentavalence" is all of Her Practitioners who gather under these Precepts as Solitaries, Covens, Groves, Arrays, and Cults, each honoring and worshiping which of Her Aspects they shall choose, in the manner they shall choose, consistent with the Precepts of "The Pentavalent". We may individually call ourselves "Witch" or "Practitioner", but, all together, we are "The Pentavalence": The Community of The Five Valences.

[This is about creating Community]

All together this is about Goddess Majick Reclaiming Sisterhood Community

These are the tasks with which we shall begin:

Once we have incorporated as a 501(c)(3) religious non-profit, we shall start fund raising and the dedicated search for new members. When sufficient funds have been raised, we shall embark upon two projects to lay the foundation of our movement.

The Temple's first project is the conducting of experimental women's educational workshops utilizing of the 'human potential' model, a Sisterhood Training. These workshops are focused on formulating and designing an educational training organization of several levels that will:

a) foster the empowerment of women individually

b) provide women with a workable model for positive social change as a group

c) create a sustainable environment that heals, builds, and expands the bonds of Sisterhood

The Temple's second project is a Women's Drop-In Center. The drop-in center would be a converted store front or other street level former business space. It would clearly be ‘faith based’ and staffed by members of The Temple trained in its operation. The Center will provide the following:

a) a safe place for homeless women to be during the day

b) two free meals a day, breakfast and lunch

c)a mail drop

d) shower and laundry facilities

e) a nap room

f) references to social services, to mental health and drug counseling [these reference services would also be available to non-homeless women 'in need'], and to transitional housing

These are the near term [apx 20 years] goals:

*The Temple will acquire a residence in the Los Angeles urban area [West Side], probably a large house to begin with, then an apartment building [25 to 40 units]. This will be both a base of operations and safe place where Sisters can begin to live collectively using the Precepts of The Temple.

*The Temple will acquire a few dozen acres of land in the semi-rural area north west of LA, somewhere within a hundred miles or so. We will create a complex here, using manufactured homes at first, to duplicate the functions of the urban location. We will also establish a horse ranch here, along with the whole range of facilities needed to train Sisters to become Amazons and, in short order, to raise younglings to be Amazons as well.

*The Temple will establish a separate educational foundation to provide resources and support to like minded groups and organizations that The Temple cannot support directly because of our religious status.

*The Temple will continue to expand and refine The Sisterhood Training, with the goal of sharing it with as many women as possible.

*The Temple create a network of shelters and housing for women [for non-Temple members and not related to the residences listed above]. This will include at least one large overnight shelter with support facilities, various shelters for battered women, addicted women, and multi-year transitional living programs. We will also get into the permanent housing business, through Section 8 and/or whatever programs are available.

* The Temple will set up a free dental clinic for poor and homeless women, one that provides any and all dental services, with an emphasis on cosmetic restoration.

* The Temple will establish our own network of health care providers over time, with our own payment system one that will rival the Catholic health care network one day.

* We will found – through our educational foundation – a non-profit progressive women's firearms educational and advocacy organization, a radical feminist counterpart to the NRA. This will be a stand alone, non-sectarian group dedicated to promoting Guns: The Other Pro-Choice Issue. It's focus will be training women how to use firearms and to lobby for concealed carry permits for 'women at risk', e.g. women being stalked, working in dangerous neighborhoods, etc.

*We will build a complex of interrelated for profit Entertainment companies, tangentially related to, but legally separate from, The Temple, to promote our Stories in the media. These will include publishing, film, music, gaming, ancillary marketing, even fashion, as The Temple will have its own Style [and a rather chic one, too].

*Through our educational foundation we will create a model for and then establish a network of primary and secondary parochial girls schools with a curriculum that emphasizes athletics, liberal arts, and hard science in equal measure. These will be open to all girls who qualify, not only to The Temple's younglings. The Precepts of The Temple would be present in the general atmosphere, but not forced upon anyone. That is counter to our teachings. The staff will be hired purely upon their professional qualifications, though it is likely that most will be individuals who support the overall concepts.

*The Temple will sponsor Girl Scout troops. These will be run much like the girl's schools in that The Temple's involvement will be apparent, and many of the activities will reflect The Temple's agenda [How many little girls would love to learn how to shoot a bow from the back of a galloping horse?] but the troops will be open to any and all girls.

*We will establish a female fertility research foundation to investigate with all aspects of women's reproductive issues, not just childbearing, but all such issues. However, the long term focus of the foundation will be upon egg-to-egg fertilization and related processes.

After all that, many of you will think something like, “Well, that's nice, but...” and go about the lives you were already living, which is perfectly fine because you will have internalized some of this vision and it will have an effect upon the way that you see the world.

And then there will be a small percentage of you, my Sisters – 3% to 5% is my goal – who will read all this and find Purpose in it. [Context: 3% to 5% of my Flist would be roughly 8 to 13 women] You are the Sisters who will show up at our doorstep and ask, “How can I participate?” Over time, more and more Sisters will arrive and ask that question...and that is how one changes the world.

And so it is...

The Seed Dance

Hypothetically speaking, with the coming advent of physically implanted miniature computers and physiological maintenance nanites, it could become possible for one woman to impregnate another woman in a sexual act and vise versa. It would require focus, so accidental pregnancies would be virtually impossible, but desired pregnancies would be virtually guaranteed.

Both women would have to be ovulating, but if they have lived together for any length of time, their cycles would be in alignment. They would engage in whatever foreplay that enjoyed most, raising their level of sexual excitement, which would facilitate the process on several levels.

When they were both 'there' - a very personal and highly subjective state - the women wound get into the Scissor Leg position. The genitals would need to be freshly depilated to a fine degree. The vaginal/vaginal contact would establish a 'lubricant bridge', which would create a flow of nanite interaction.

The 'impregnator' or Seed Mother would then direct her physio-comp to engage a preset program whereby her nanites detach a viable egg from one of her ovaries and guide it down the fallopian tube through the uterus into the cervix and then to the vaginal entrance.

The 'impregnatee' or Womb Mother would simultaneously direct her physio-comp to engage a preset program whereby her nanites stand by to receive the Seed Mother's egg and then guide it up into her uterus to fertilize a prepared 'receptor egg' that has been moved there from one of her ovaries.

The moment of truth is the hand off of the Seed Egg from one set of nanites to the other on the lubricant bridge. Some of the Seed Mother's nanites would have to be traded to the Womb Mother. [This would bring the concept of hardware and software compatibility to a whole new level]

The results would be known almost immediately. If the hand off was successful, fertilization is highly probable and the Womb Mother's physio-comp would tell her.

I can already hear some sneering: "Why not just have women grow penises?", though I expect a more vulgar term would be used. And I have two answers to that.

First, that basically defeats the purpose. What is being aimed for here is a female mono-gendered society, not a hermaphroditic one. The latter would be a different beast altogether for many reasons, none of which I feel compelled to elaborate upon here.

Second, at a later date, they will grow their own penises, except that these penises will be detachable bioforms engineered and grown from each woman's own DNA. Obviously, this is a more complex and sophisticated technology which will require more time to develop.

However, these detachable bioforms would recreational implements. In order to make them a tool for reproduction, women's internal workings would need to be extensively re-adapted. As I have stated above, that would defeat the purpose.

The Seed Dance described above is a mutual and equal interaction, not merely a 'depositing of seed'. The Womb Mother would be actively receptive, not a passive vessel. And it is a two way street. For the couples next daughter - egg to egg would produce only females - they could switch roles.

These realities - The Seed Dance which side steps the need for The Male in reproduction and produces only daughters - combine to create an entirely new dynamic, socially, politically, spiritually, a new Matriarchy of a type that has never existed before.

In this world, Women are Sisters and Daughters of Sisters and Mothers of Sisters. That simple fact alone would create a far more peaceful world. It is harder to oppress and kill those one perceives as ones own kin, ones own flesh and blood. That is primarily the sin of Patriarchy, of The Male who fears Loss to other Males, and that will largely disappear along with him.

These technologies - computer implants, medical nanites, egg to egg fertilization - are already under development. All that is needed to combine them to create The Seed Dance is time, money, and the will to do so.

The Temple has the will. The money is already beginning to manifest. And The Goddess will give us the time. In the interim, my Sisters, there is much work to be done. And so it is...

A Few More Thoughts On The Out-Breeding Of The Male
A Word From The Author: This started out as a simple 'notational session' for a rewrite of the original "Outbreeding" essay, but it got away from me.

The central issue here is the disconnect between The Body and The Spirit. As E says, "The Light of The Creatrix, no matter its brightness, is still refracted through the prism of Self."

Self is a holistic construct: Body, Mind, Spirit. The Body is Transient, it dies. The Spirit is Immortal, it does not die, though E says it can be destroyed, but that is outside of the frame of this discussion. The Mind is Mutable, in that while Memory basically 'dies' with The Body, The Mind is the bridge between Body and Spirit and some of that Memory transits with The Spirit to the next vessel, the amount being determined by the metaphysical evolution of The Spirit in question. Again, the hows and whys of this are largely outside the frame of this discussion.

So, what does this have to do with outbreeding males?

I shall use The Great American Metaphor - The Automobile - to explain. Let us say that The Body is The Car and The Spirit is The Driver. Now let us say that you, The Driver, have owned three different cars in your driving history. The first, an old 'beater' you bought when you were young, let's say a late 60's gas guzzling boat that crapped out every other Tuesday. Next, you bought a brand new Volvo station wagon when you were raising a family. Last, you got yourself a Ferrari Testarossa when you were single again and had money to burn on toys. [Yes, I am using an essentially 'masculine' paradigm here, but run with it for now.]

Now, think about how you need to drive each of these vehicles. The different nature of each one of them determines how you drive them. Sure, you could drive the big 60's boat like the Testarossa, but I suspect you would soon have a date with the local paramedics if you made that a habit.

The Body is the same. Its physical construction largely determines the nature of its operations. At its simplest, if you're five feet tall, you could still play basketball, but you ain't getting anywhere near the NBA unless you buy a ticket.

The way The Spirit acquires The Body is much like the way a driver acquires a car, except the medium is Karma not cash, though both are accrued through behavior over time. Again, this is largely outside the frame of this discussion. I just tossed it in here because I knew some would be asking.

Of course, there are many sub-sets that determine the nature of The Body: physicality, genetics, environment. But there is one primary element that is the greatest determining factor: reproductive equipment. [I'll say Sex for short. Gender is a word that has become so diffuse as to be functionally useless in this context.]

It is Sex that determines more than anything else the basic nature of each Body. And, statistically speaking, the vast majority of humans are born with a full set of one type or the other, so I'm not entertaining any genital hairsplitting arguments in this discussion, though I do acknowledge that they are germane in other areas. We are sticking to basics here.

Sex, however, is more than just biology. It is also an Energetic state. The mechanics of reproductive equipment are also metaphysical. They are literally at our core as the physical center of The Body, and at the beginning of our Chakrahs. This is the most basic factor in "the prism of Self".

So, when The Body is Male, it is strongly inclining The Spirit to operate in one way, and when The Body is Female, it strongly inclining The Spirit to operate in another way. The Body filters The Energy of The Spirit. Now we get to the part where people tend to start screaming: defining the basic nature of each Body.

Male Energy is primarily Aggressive. Female Energy is primarily Creative. Aggressive is Hunt/Acquire/Destroy. Creative is Nurture/Heal/Grow.

Having made these definitions, I will qualify them by reminding you that not only are there many variations in the sub-sets, but also - and most importantly - each Spirit has lived in many Bodies of both Sexes over time and Memory does seep through, so there are variations from person to person.

But the primary issue here is Critical Mass. Large groups of Male Bodies create a far different energy than large groups of Female Bodies. I'm sure many of you have experienced that variation of Energy first hand: rock concerts and/or political demonstrations, most likely. One could say that these groups are really just the two sub-sets of The Mob, but most 'mobs' have been - and are still - primarily Male. Female 'mobs' are rather rare actually. The only ones that come to mind are teenage girls in the early to mid 60's mobbing rock stars, which in some ways hark back to The Maenads. But The Mob is where the dynamic of Sex Energy is purest and that is why 'mobs' are mostly Male. It is The Pack That Hunts.

"No! No! No!" you scream, "I am an Individual! I am Free! I am Autonomous!" Well, sorta... Sure, we do have a certain level of Free Will. But the human condition forces us to do certain things. You can choose to stop breathing. But when you pass out, you'll automatically start again. There are numerous other physical, psychological, and metaphysical elements that govern us similarly.

The fact of it is that The Male is primarily driven by his Cock. I know. I have one. It doesn't drive me like it used to when I was young, but much of that hard wired 'the universe revolves around my dick' thinking/feeling is still there...and my brothers are all pretty much the same. Only a number of harsh life experiences have shifted my personality, experiences that are not generally available to most men, or, for that matter, necessarily even survivable.

This drive has worked for us as a species for a long time, though the cost has been high. A brief review of history of history will quickly reveal the nature of that cost. Ramses III. Darius. Alexander. Caesar. Charlemagne. Louis XIV. Napoleon. Lenin. Wilson. Stalin. Hitler. Mao. Tremendous strides were made, but the body count was huge and hundreds of cities burned.

Throughout all this, there were many tools and resources that helped our species to reach the point we have presently reached: a civilization both magnificent and monstrous. But old tools must be discarded when they have out lived their usefulness. Why use coal for urban light rail when we have electricity? True, many power plants still use coal to make that electricity, but we know that those must change too if we are to survive. It's a process of evolutionary adaptation.

The Male Body is the same. It is a tool that has been of great use to us - though with a cost - and now it must be phased out if we are to survive. It is The Male whose Ego is Paramount. It is The Male who wages war. It is The Male who invokes The Father/God and says, "Believe or Die!" and is willing - even happy - to destroy any and all to avoid even the possibility of being half 'wrong'.

Obviously, this has to stop...and it will, one way or another. We can simply allow 'things to run their course', which is a recipe for death and destruction on a scale heretofore unseen. Or we can work to mitigate this coming disaster as best as we are able. That is what I am trying to do, change our course through a construct that is both mundane and metaphysical. History shows that this is a necessary combination, or at least the one that is most effective in the long term.

Of course, I might fail. If so, then that is The Lesson. But part of all Lessons is the need to attain Consciousness and Take Action in accordance with what is Revealed. Goddess Knows, I certainly can do no less than that. And maybe I can do more.

"Ah, but what of The Female Body?", you may ask. I make no claim that my Sisters will make a perfect world if left to their own devices, nor do we want that anyway. Utopias are dead end cultures by their very nature. If things are 'perfect', why change anything?

The real point is that while this New Matriarchy would grow out of our present civilization, it would be an inherently more stable society. There would still be strife. My Sisters are still human. But the body count would far lower, no cities would burn, and overall the place would be much cleaner.

How do I know all this? Through Observation and Revelation. I have studied history, politics, science, religion, spirituality, psychology, etc. since I was a child. That is the Observation. The Revelation comes from E, my Spirit Guide. She has showed me Secrets and a Path - which it turned out I had been on for decades - and gave me a Choice.

I could have chosen otherwise, but, much like breathing, I have found it more practical to follow Her lead. But I cannot do this alone. I need the help and support of you, my Sisters, in your tens and hundreds of thousands. This is for you, after all. I am merely the messenger and this Body shall die one day. E has given us a very flexible Spiritual and Metaphysical Operating System in The Pentavalent and helped me to form an outline of this New Matriarchy. It is you, my Sisters, who must do the heavy lifting to truly shape and build the thing. Goddess Knows, it's not like you've never done it before.

This time, however, it will be your civilization, a society that is both stable and dynamic, one that has two primary purposes: First, to strive to honestly understand the true nature of everything in the universe, which is ultimately The Search for The Creatrix...and Second, to raise generations of daughters who are strong, healthy, and balanced in Mind, Body, and Spirit so that the First Purpose may be pursued without pause or hindrance.

I can imagine no greater goal. Can you?

And so it is...

© 2007 Michael Varian Daly