The Cannibal Within (10 page)

When the transhuman father rapes—when he ejaculates his reproductive filth—his preferred orifices are the mouth and the vagina. The anus, the sewer of the body, is viewed with contempt. Only a lower primate—such as simian man— would use such a vile playground.

Adulthood
At roughly the age of thirty, the transhuman becomes an adult. Swearing an ancient oath—the ‘Oath of the Four Obligations’—the beast promises to ‘rule, fight, hunt, and procreate.’

When the female monsters come of age, they celebrate a sickening rite which involves food, eroticism, and torture. The males, in contrast, signify adulthood by circumcising themselves with their own teeth.
During the male circumcision ritual—a ceremony characterized by perversion and degradation—the excised foreskin is proudly eaten by the father of the monster. The mother, meanwhile, sucks on the wound until the bleeding stops.

All adults—males and females—are allowed to participate in the ‘Cannibal Hunts’ against their own species. Held in the tunnels thirteen times a year—always during the time of the dark moon—the Cannibal Hunts are the most sacred events in the life cycle of these monsters.

During the Cannibal Hunts, small warrior bands stalk one another. Similar to the ‘Flower Wars’ of the Aztecs, the purpose is to provide victims for a gruesome feast.

Suicide: How The Beasts Become Gods
The ancient Mayans of Mesoamerica believed suicides, who had their own protective goddess, would enjoy bliss everlasting.

The transhumans have a similar notion. Those able to commit suicide, they believe, become the blessed dead—the powerful dead.

By killing themselves, these monsters believe, they can ‘make death die.’ Willful self-destruction, they believe, is always followed by reincarnation in higher form.

Transfigured, they will return as gods.

How The Monsters Eat Themselves Alive To become gods—‘hunters on the other side’—the monsters practice a special suicide ritual. Called a ‘celibate death,’ they must eat themselves alive.

To perform the deadly sacrament, the monster returns to the place of his birth. According to custom, his remains must be buried in the exact spot where he was born.

After rubbing his body with honey, milk, and salt, the transhuman climbs into a freshly excavated pit. There—in a pre-meditated act of self-destruction—he will slowly starve himself to death.

This death fast—the so-called celibate death—is a method of autocannibalism—eating oneself. Deprived of food— growing thinner and thinner—the body literally begins to digest itself.

‘May my flesh melt from my bones,’ declares the transhuman as he begins his terminal fast, ‘like the sap that drips from a burning tree.’

Starving to death—which normally requires forty days and forty nights—is a hideous process. As surplus fat disappears, the skin becomes darker, drier, and more wrinkled. Females miss menstrual periods and become sterile—males become impotent. Gradually, the pulse rate and respiration slow, and the victim feels constant thirst, general weakness, and coldness in extremities.

Finally, ravaged by hunger, the neck cannot support the weight of the head. By this time, the emaciated victim is too feeble to walk away from his own wastes.

In the end, he suffers convulsions, paralysis, and death. According to their traditions, he will be re-incarnated as a god.

How To Destroy A Transhuman
For all of their power, the monsters can be defeated. Since they bleed, they can be killed.

With an edged weapon, the best method is to stab the brain, the eyes, the genitalia, or the area between the chest and the belly.

The eyes, which expose the soul, are especially vulnerable. Attacks to this region are usually lethal.

When slaying the beasts—as when causing any violent premature death—always remember to taste their flesh before they die.

Chapter VIII The Evil Empire: The Tunnel World Of The Master Species

‘Great holes secretly are digged where Earth’s pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.’

H.P. Lovecraft (1890-1937)
‘It is not on any map; true places never are.’
Herman Melville (1819-1891)

‘One has to visualize a vast underground terminal city, being a branch of a subterranean, suboceanic network of tunnels....Most of these ancient tunnels are now covered at their openings....’

Robert Ernst Dickoff (1951)

‘Those who dwell there are possessed of great powers and have knowledge of all the world’s affairs. They can travel from one place to another by passageways which are as old as the kingdom itself.’

Louis Jacolliot (1837-1890)
‘We were always there, only you have not noticed us.’ Quoted to Carl Gustav Jung (1875-1961)

The Tunnel World In Human Legend
In garbled form, every human culture has legends about a subterranean world. Read between the lies, and there are truths in myths.

Thus, Irish legend describes the mysterious domain of the Formorians—underground carnivores who demand twothirds of the human children born each year.

In North America, aboriginal myths talk of the hideous realm of the ‘Moon-Eyed’ people—evil troglodytes who shun the light of the sun.

And in Asia, ancient Indian texts describe monstrous beings that could assume illusionary forms. Called the Raksasas, they have huge stature, great strength, and frightening features.

The Hidden Gateways
Throughout humanity’s world, the tunnels have their openings. Some gates are in the wilderness, some are in small towns, and some are in the middle of large cities.

They are always camouflaged and concealed—detecting them is difficult—but the gates are here.

Especially significant openings are near the ruins of an abbey, in Kilwinning, Scotland; inside an occult bookshop, near the British Museum in London, England; under a medieval cathedral in Chartres, France; under Vatican City, a triangular section of Rome, Italy; under a private library, in the ancient town of Bovino, Italy; along the Weser River, near Hamelin, Germany; somewhere in the Pripet Marshes in the Ukraine; by the Black Temple, near Benares in India; under the Potala Palace, in Lhasa, Tibet; adjacent to Uluru (Ayer’s Rock), in Australia; in the Yucca Mountains, 100 miles northwest of Las Vegas, Nevada; under Archuleta Peak, near Dulce, New Mexico; adjacent to an old graveyard in Atchison, Kansas; near the Greenbriar Hotel in White Sulphur Springs, West Virginia ; under Mount Weather, near Bluemont, Virginia; in an old house in Port-au-Prince, Haiti; somewhere in a wealthy suburb of Buenes Ares, Argentina; along the Orinoco River, in Venezuela; on the legendary Isle of Demons, in the Atlantic Ocean; close to a hospital, in Kano, Nigeria; and in the city of Mombasa, on the Indian Ocean in Kenya. There is an especially infamous portal somewhere in the Drakensburg Mountains in South Africa.

The Human Traitors Who Guard Gateways In man’s world, the tunnel openings are always guarded by human underlings. These criminal gatekeepers—treacherous humans who serve the monsters in exchange for money, power, and life—are called ‘insiders.’

At any given time across the globe, there are about 300 insiders. Abject slaves, they honor and obey the monsters.

Lethal devices—implanted in the heads of the insiders— insure their loyalty. No larger than the head of a pin, a simple telepathic command causes a reaction with the surrounding tissue. Within moments, the victim’s brain blackens and dies.

With special effort, the insiders can be recognized. The monsters give them a drug—a white and creamy substance— and this drug strangely pollutes their breath.

To recognize a gatekeeper, remember this sign: their saliva will be the liquid of a wet nightmare.

The Subterranean World
Extending for thousands of miles—illuminated artificially with luminous gas and strange phosphorescent lights—the vast underground dominion of the monsters is a masterpiece of diabolic engineering.

Although naturally occurring tunnels form the core of the network, most of the labyrinth was manufactured by the master species.

Using a ground disintegration technique, the monsters have earth-boring machines which travel on crawler treads and produce white-hot jets of flame.

Such machines, which melt their way through solid rock, excavate cleanly. Vitrifying as they go, they leave a neat, glass-lined tunnel behind them.

The tunnels, which extend into every continent, were seen and described in the twentieth century by Richard Shaver:

I repeat, with the most positive finality, the caverns do exist, and they are incredibly extensive... The caves are connected by broad highways, carved through solid rock for thousands of miles, the whole inner Earth being a vastly complicate network of tunnels....

The Nameless City, The Place Sometimes Called Dis
There is one significant city in the subterranean dominion of the transhumans. This accursed metropolis—infamous for cruelty and excess—is the center of their depraved civilization. Frightening and ugly, the city is a soulless sprawl made up of stone and steel and grime.

The nameless place is sometimes called Dis. Remembered as Asat in Hindu lore—fabled Asat, the dwelling place of demons —Dis is located in an enormous funnel-shaped cave somewhere under Eurasia.

Ancient beyond imagination, Dis is cut right into the crust of the Earth. Insects and rodents and fungi are the predominant wildlife—pollution, toxic waste, and the other sludge of their civilization bubble up and form cesspools throughout the settlement. A black river—oily with petroleum—bisects the settlement.

Along the city’s twisted and irregular streets, colossal structures—whitewashed with lime and always cubical or pyramidical in shape—loom in the darkness. Huge oblong monoliths—obscene phallic totems covered with grotesque carvings—break the monotony.

Hell would be a city much like Dis.

The King Of Dis
The city of Dis is ruled by a king. Living in seclusion and luxury, the king is a despot who rules by decree. In a civilization where murder and rape are honored—in a culture where prestige rests on violence and sexual activity— the king is the most evil member of an evil species.

Bearing the honorary title of ‘He-of-a-Thousand-Testicles,’ the king is a symbol of power. He carries a rod of iron—from this rod comes flashes of lightning and rumblings of thunder— and any transhuman encountering him must perform the three KISSES OF SHAME. The kisses are applied to the king’s naval, his penis, and his anus.

The king sits on an ancient emerald-colored throne. Around the throne are four automated machines, and they are covered with artificial eyes, in front and in back. In perpetuity, the machines play the words: ‘Holy, holy, holy is the Lord almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.’

Inexplicably, the king mimics the tyrant described in the fourth chapter of the
Book of Revelation
.

The Sacred Precinct: Shrines To Demon Gods At the center of the city—adjacent to the emerald throne— is a monstrous temple complex. Constructed from enormous slabs of basalt, the temples are covered with sheets of skin flayed from human souls.

Here the Order of the Trapezoid—an archaic conclave of priests—commit nameless crimes in honor of sadist gods. Oddly obsessed with their religion—a cult of violation and fetishism that includes bloody sacrificial rites—the transhumans believe that any contact with a god has ‘magickal’ benefit—even if the contact is hate.
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The temples in Dis belong to the most fearsome gods. Since benevolent deities harm no one—such gods are charming and innocuous—they are ignored.

Carved from the living rock, the largest temple by far is dedicated to the Lord of Death. A wicked idol—forged from meteoric iron—depicts the Lord of Death as a monstrous being covered all over with gaping, foul-smelling mouths.

A supernatural predator who feeds on the souls of the recently dead, this brutish god is ‘He-Who-Causes-Death-InThe-Afterlife.’ Alluded to in our Bible, the feast of the Lord of Death is called ‘the supper of the great God’ in the
Book of Revelation
.

According to legend, the Lord of Death ensnares his victims like a spider god. Although hideously ugly, he disguises himself as a loving, open-armed figure—a god, an angel, or a nurturing mother—floating in a tunnel of light. Unwary souls, duped by the enchanting illusion, come too close and are immediately devoured. Expecting beatification, they experience destruction.

In the next world—as in this world—beauty and danger, seduction and torment, are indissolubly conjoined. ***

The second largest temple in Dis is dedicated to a repugnant deity called the Worm God or Serpent God. A despot of great power, to see him is to become blind, to hear him is to become deaf, and to touch him is to die a horrible death. The worm god is so frightful—in demeanor and appearance— that no one dares to make images or idols of him. He is the ‘God-Who-Must-Not-Be-Pictured.’

Inside his temple, next to masculine icon—an enormous brazen pillar that is hundreds of feet high—an oblong box made from wood and gold rests on a tripod. The box, which has a removable lid, is filled with divine spoor. Euphemistically called ‘manna that fell from heaven,’ the spoor is really droppings from the rectum of the Worm God.