Azor's Tale: the Tale of Azor the Atlantian

[Morrison]

Though commonly accepted as a fraud, I thought it still interesting to add this to our researches here, this time in it's entirety:

EROTIKOS PROHIBITUS AIGYPTOS
The Tale of Azor the Atlantian
The Amazon Queen's Slave Boy

VOLUME  I
(Including English Translator's Glossary & Lexicon Attachment)
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Due to the prurient nature of this legend, statutes require one to be over
18 years of age to read it.
Adult readers are further cautioned that this tale contains explicit
descriptions of ancient licentious customs which will offend the religious
and prudish.
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Contents:

(Volume I)

- Reporter's Preface -

EROTIKOS PROHIBITUS AIGYPTOS

- Dedication & Expository by Diodorus of Alexandria -

"AZOR'S TALES"

Book of the First

- Prologue -

- Cerne -

- The Amazons -

- My Fate -

- Queen Myrine -

- My Initiation -
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English Translator's Glossary & Lexicon Attachment

[Morrison]

- Reporter's Preface -

Today, as he did almost every day when he was in residence at his San
Francisco townhouse, William W. Kertiss III descended Russian Hill in his
classic 1941 Cadillac convertible to take his morning cappuccino at his
favorite North Beach coffee house, the Caffe` Machiavelli.  As usual, he
was dressed in distinguished Saville Row sports clothes and took "his"
table by the windows that afforded a picture postcard view of Washington
Square. At his cordial invitation, I joined him. (I was likewise a
habitute` of this old establishment and so we frequently enjoyed each
others company.)

Practically all days at the Machiavelli were pleasant if not particularly
eventful; most patrons were regulars who came as much for the authentic
Italian atmosphere and food as to meet companions, colleagues or
sweethearts. Morning's here for William meant a cup or two with a brioche
while reading the papers and chatting with friends. For me, the cafe was my
"office" of choice, where I could conduct my business as well as socialize
in a far more civilized atmosphere than being in a Montgomery Street tower.
Anyway, there was no reason for either of us to be expecting today other
than normal-- until Franco came through the door, accompanied by a curious
looking little man toting a briefcase.

"Ah!  I was hoping we'd find you here," he said with his usual flourish as
they sat down next to us. "I -- we -- have something I think will pique
your interest... Oh, excuse me, this is Mohammed Abu, a friend of mine from
Cairo. He arrived here yesterday-- First time in the States..."

Franco Fulcanelli was a first generation American-Italian, a native San
Franciscan who had long been a personage among the City's bohemian
community. He was also what some people would call a "nutty professor," a
eccentric genius who had lectured at various American and European
universities, often without the favor of the academic establishment-- which
was one of the reasons why both William and I liked him. In any case,
Franco was always good for a few laughs and interesting conversation, and
today would prove to be quite so. 

The odd little man, at  Franco's coaxing, produced photographs of some
ancient looking scrolls, along with copies of a manuscript said to be the
English translation of same.  Franco, having a doctorate in the Classics,
attested to the veracity of these documents, announcing with unabashed
pride he was the translator.

According to the two, the scrolls were fragments of a thought destroyed and
virtually forgotten Classical work known as Erotikos Prohibitus Aigyptos
("Taboo Egyptian Erotica"); a compilation of "books" by an obscure Greek
intellectual known only as Diodorus of Alexandria, who studied in Egypt
during the First Century A.D.-- his sinecure coming from no less than the
Roman emperor, Claudius I. 

Franco's excitement grew as he explained that the story told by these
extraordinary scrolls was likely what the ancient scholar purported them to
be-- a transliteration of Egyptian records (since lost) of libidinous
nature concerning the legendary Atlantis and Amazons. 

"I believe these scrolls to be a genuine find," said Franco with beaming,
earnest eyes. "It was thought the series was burned -- along with thousands
of other more priceless volumes -- by religious fanatics during the final
destruction of the Alexandrian Library. As with a lot of other ancient
prurient writings, like Sappho's, we have but a few antique references to
it -- in this case only the Church's -- which quite imply it would have
been just the kind of execrative literature to have sent pious zealots into
orbit... Well, by some ironic humor of the gods, a few scrolls of this
banned work ended up getting hidden away in a Coptic monastery -- of all
places -- until recently 'procured' by Muhammad's brother in Cairo..."

He removed a stack of documents from the valise as the waiter brought us
more coffee and pastry.

"In fact, most people today would probably consider this story just as
'taboo' as did the Fourth Century prelates who ordered such stuff burned.
Which, I suppose, necessitates I point out a couple of things
straightway... In Classical times our idea of 'pornography' did not exist,
and aberrant -- to us -- sexual behavior or customs were not seen then as
something essentially or inherently 'wrong' or 'evil,' especially when it
came to the use of slaves for carnal gratification or forbidding religious
rituals. Also, what we consider adolescence today was almost 'middle-aged'
for the average person in ancient times..."

"Leave it up to you, Franco, to come up with some archaic kiddy ****?" I
interjected, jokingly.

"I had your predilections in mind all the while I was translating this,
Tom." He drolly retorted; all of us laughing.

"Seriously, gentlemen," he continued. "This record is not a contrivance to
elicit kinky sexual excitement, albeit some of  Diodorus' interpreting was
probably a little 'romanticized' to insure his august patron would be well
amused. Rather, it is a remarkable document about lost history connected
with the Atlantis and Amazon legends that peculiarly happens to be
contained in a memoir that also relates exotic sexual practices. It is the
time, the places, people, events talked about that are extraordinary..."   

He paused to dunk his roll in his coffee, handing out copies of his work
while doing so, then continued.

"Translating these scrolls proved a fun if somewhat difficult challenge...
Although Diodorus  was Greek, he transcribed this in Latin for the emperor.
His style was rather hyperbolized, probably deliberately so, and he
employed many unusual mystical  metaphors, cryptic word usages and
extrinsic inserts. This was likely due in part to the fact that he
presumably was reading directly from hieroglyphics-- which themselves were
evidently a transcription from the writings of the original author. Also,
he apparently saw no need to explain or define appellations and localisms
that were then superannuated as his intended audience was assumed well-read
enough to know them...  So, rather than impose the clumsiness of a lot of
footnotes and parenthesis and ruin the flow of Diodorus' work, I've
included a kind of compendium with my translation-- to give the modern
equivalent for ancient terms, names, places, etc., and, hopefully, to also
aid in clarifying the apparent meaning of some of the esoteric suppositions
intended... I deemed this necessary as even the educated person today is
not likely to be familiar with most of the Egyptian and Classical words
used -- even less the metaphysical ideas -- and a knowledge of these are
essential to understanding both the historical and mystical aspects of the
story...  Anyway, I've tried to capture the spirit and essence of the texts
and not just interpret the words..."

Franco was kind enough to give me a copy of his translation to take home
and read.  It proved most interesting, to say the least. To wit:--

Tom Ryan           
San Francisco California USA
fin de siecle 20th Century

[Morrison]

EROTIKOS PROHIBITUS AIGYPTOS
The Tale of Azor the Atlantian
The Amazon Queen's Slave Boy



Celebration:

The following mythos about the Atlantians and the Amazons was gleaned from
the sacred registers of the priests of Sais preserved in the Ptolemys'
wondrous Libraries at Alexandria, where I have been privileged to study
under the august patronage of my dear childhood friend who is now, by a
caprice of the Fates, Emperor of Rome: the divine Tiberius Claudius Drusus
Nero Germanicus. May Jupiter and all the gods bless you, and may Fortuna
have blessed me that you will find my work worthy of your charge.

[signed]
Diodorus       



Obiter Dictum:

The following  books,  which I have called "Azor's Tales" after their
author, is the story of the experiences of a noble Atlantian youth,
following his capture by the Libyan Amazons, who dared to conquer his
Atlantic island of Cerne in the days before the Pyramids stood in Egypt;
about his bizarre nurture as the slave of their queen, Myrine, to serve as
her satyr consort in the rituals to their goddess, Neith. Written at the
end of his life, this memoria tells of events from that primordial time
when the Titans and Titanesses still ruled Oceanus and the Atlas, and
concerns the eccentric orgiastic practices of a race of now extinct African
Amazons. Hence, I also include the following epitome of the preamble by the
priests at Sais concerning this historia for your elucidation:

Azor was the son of a aristocratic lineage of Atlantian priests, Fatefully
becoming the last of his line as the cataclysmic events of his time brought
about the end of the Titans' rule on the Atlantic.   

Myrine was the greatest and last queen of the primeval Amazons who
originated East of the Atlas on islands in Tritonis, when it was still a
lake. She was also the self-ordained High Priestess of Neith, the ancient
Western Libyan goddess of wisdom and war; and as such her warriors followed
her as the archetype of the goddess personified, believing their power came
from Neith via the queen through the orgiastic rites employed to evoke it.

This prurient magick -- their "Power of the Goddess" -- these peculiar
Amazons believed, necessitated providing Neith with Eros so that the
dynamikos with Psyche by which she empowered them could be manifested--
believing that through providing the goddess male sexual energy she would
transfer it back to them, thus giving them the power of both male and
female in combat. However, since these Amazons were of  a Sapphic nature,
they solved the problem of needing males to accomplish this thaumaturgy by
capturing youths whom they would inure for the purpose.     

The taming of youths for performing in these orgies was accomplished
through a alien discipline of priming which conditioned them to submit
control of their orgasms to the will of the queen and her chieftain
priestesses; because, they believed, it was only through an erect ****
that the "Power of the Goddess" could manifest. Therefore, the longer a
youth could be made to sustain an **** without ejaculation, the more
dynamikos would be created for the goddess, and so the more they were
empowered. 

Except for the youths they carefully selected from among those captured for
the royal harem, no males were allowed to live in this oddly fierce
gynandrian society. Indeed, any mature males captured in warfare were
summarily executed; the surviving women and all small children sold off as
slaves, except for promising young maidens who were kept to be raised as
Amazons. Accordingly, any boy babies born to the queen and her court as a
result of ritual coitus were dispatched; however, all girls born were kept
and raised in accordance with their customs.

Lastly, I have learned here that Neith is the same whom the Greeks
transformed into Athene, the Minerva of the Romans; the worship of this
goddess apparently brought to the Aegean via the Minoans of Crete, even
from before the time of Rameses the Great and the Trojans of Homer. Indeed,
the Egyptian historians and even Herodotus declare:  "She was not born from
Zeus as the Olympians say but of Poseidon's progeny through Triton, and is
even said to have invented the ship..."

[Morrison]

"AZOR'S TALES"

Book of the First

- Prologue -

In the days before Dionysus arrived in Egypt and brought the knowledge of
the vine to the sea king Proteus at Pharos, and before the Libyan queens of
the Nile Delta marched with him in the war against the Titans to restore
king Ammon and so help establish the reign of the Keftiu on the Atlantic,
there existed on Oceanus' side of the Middle-Earth-Sea, on the West side of
the mountains sacred to Atlas, a race of people who were descended from the
ten sons of Poseidon.

These kingdoms knew well the secrets of Ocean, and with the blessing of
Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, had been given mastery over the Atlantic; the
Titan naming the ocean after his first born son, Atlas; and for whom the
people named the tallest mountain in the region. 

Together, these cities and tribes held dominion over all the Atlantic
islands and lands North and South, to the West of the columns built by
Heracles in Gaderia, at the ancient cities of Gades and Tharsis; following
the restoration of Ammon by Dionysus.

These were the rulers of the Atlantic in the twilight days of the Titans'
Age; who from countless generations before had developed a great and
wonderful culture as sea traders-- carrying the gold, silver and copper of
the Tartessians, the cattle, grain and olive oil of the Gaderians, the
produce and fleece of the Atlas valley,  the amber and furs of the
Hyperboreans. Indeed, all the goods and wealth of the Atlantic lands and
isles that could be shipped they transported to and from far away Atlantic
ports North and South, including missions to the continent to the West; and
from the East of their federation via the Keftiu, came goods from the
Orient. 

These were the Atlantians, the most wealthy and civilized nation west of
the Nile's realm in the days before Thoth built the greatest of the
Pyramids to repose sciences when, following the Age of Ice, the time of
great inundations drenched the land of the Kemi and damaged the Great
Sphinx...                           

[Morrison]

- Cerne -

The kingdom of these Atlantes where I descended from the athelings of
Poseidon's youngest son, Azaes, was the Atlantic island of Cerne, who's
city-state of the same name was renowned far and wide for its culture and
civility as well as its wealth.

The citizens of Cerne were well cared for and were governed justly by kings
who were tempered by a publicly elected council, who in turn had advisors
adept in the sciences and well appreciative of the Muses. Indeed, my city
of Poseidon's progeny was the Queen of the Titans Atlantic culture:

The Palace and Temple complex of Cerne was one thousand feet on a side and
surrounded by a fantastic looking stone wall; which, like the stone work of
the buildings, was enticingly gaudy in its white, black and red mosaic of
colors. 

Most magnificent, however, was the Alta Temple of Poseidon, which dominated
the site-- a structure of true Atlantian dimensions, with an abundance of
gold and silver, amber and ivory. A colossal statue of Poseidon himself
driving a chariot drawn by seven Pegasi arose from the great pool in the
middle of the Temple, supported on a pedestal of  golden dolphins. 

Supplying this pool was the god's hot and cold springs, which in turn fed
the fountains that surrounded the Temple; the water which ran off being
carried via aqueducts to the gardens and baths below the Acropolis to
provide for the salutary pleasure of the citizenry. 

Beyond the Palace walls was a city remarkable in the number of stone
buildings, with the stone of all important structures quarried so that at
the same time they hollowed out the rock double within to form roofs of
same.

The fortress-like wall which surrounded the city was made of millions of
stones in many rows: Covered on the inner platform with a coating of brass;
on the top platform, coated with tin, were the battlements and statues of
the great people of our history; the outer wall flashed with the red light
of orichalcum--  all making for a natural source of delight and wonder, the
glistening of which could be seen even from far out at sea.

No less impressive  was the city's Azaes' Harbor works, which could
accommodate fleets of merchant vessels as well as providing naval stores
and cargo warehouses. The docks and quays were accessed via grand canals
made of stone that encircled the ancient metropolis, dividing it into
circular zones that enabled even the largest ships to find ingress. 

The canals were bridged-over in the four places of the compass that aligned
them with the Cardinal Directions, and their size and beauty of decoration
were a marvel to behold, making passage from harbor or sea a awesome
experience for both neophyte and seasoned sailors alike. Of special
fascination were the bronze flood gates, which were opened and closed as
needed using elephants trained to power the capstans.

In the circuit formed by the innermost canal zone around the Acropolis was
built the Circus; a race-course for horses.  Between the Palace and the
Temple was the Arena for the sacred bull fights of sacrifice to Poseidon.

The city of my people was understandably as much envied as it was prized.
Being the premier Atlantic mercantile port, the levies and taxes we
collected well supplied us with great riches in both money and imported
products, and with a copia of both cultivated and wild grains, produce and
meats; and from our fishing fleets an amount of the fruits of the sea that
was marvelous. Indeed, whatever good and luxurious things there are in the
Earth that affords Mankind sustenance and pleasure we had in abundance.

As would be expected with all the vessels and merchants coming from all
parts, there was in my "City of The Golden Gates" a din of all sorts day
and night; however, there was little trouble and rarely plague among
Cerne's cosmopolitan population. Order and cleanliness were required and
expected of citizens and visitors alike, with ships or persons suspected of
carrying a pestilence being quarantined, if not burned. Most habitations
within the City's walls, and all royal buildings, were provided with
heating, fresh running water and sewage plumbing, even windows covered with
translucent panes. There were more than sufficient craftsmen and artists,
physicians and engineers, sages and bankers-- the whole range of Man's
skills and knowledge to serve every human need and requirement. The stone
streets were built with drains, constantly cleaned by prisoners, and lit at
night with oil torches attended by public servants. They were also well
policed by royal soldiers, who would dispense summary justice to the likes
of thugs, petty thieves, and rowdies; arresting serious criminals for
trial.

But alas, this life of luxury for so many generations dissipated my people,
and so being unable to bear our  fortune as prudence would dictate, we
became complacent  and spoiled; the pleasures and security afforded by our
power blinding us to the dangers of such intoxication. Hubris replaced
wisdom and Poseidon saw the children of his son Azaes in a woeful plight...

[Morrison]

- The Amazons -

From the East came Myrine, the greatest and last queen of an aberrant race
of Amazons, who lived on and about the Great Lake of Tritonis before the
antediluvian earthquake tore those parts of it which laid near Ocean
asunder, draining it. This brilliant queen arose with her warriors  to
rampage across the lands West and South of the lake (before Dionysus
treacherously defeated her, following his enlistment of her aid in taking
the lands of Gadeirus). She had made herself leader of this force by
defeating in personal combat the various Moon priestess chieftains of the
matriarchal horse clans of that area, thereby creating a fearsome female
horde numbering some quarter-million.

The infamous success of their piratical raids and exploits of conquest
these Amazons attributed to their worship of Neith, a dark side goddess of
wisdom and war; whom they believed provided their power through the awful
orgiastic magick they performed to manifest it (as practiced by the maenads
of Pan in the days before his murder) using captured youths made educible
to performing the needful required of these rites. 

Like Neith, Myrine was born on the Island Hespera, in  Lake Tritonis. She
was a fierce but venerable born queen who had captured all the towns on
Hespera, as well as conquered the neighboring tribes and nomads of the
Southern Desert. However, her longing ambition was to have Cerne, not only
for the obvious reasons, but also to right the outrage once committed by
Poseidon's errant progeny against the priestesses of Neith.
                           
To conquer my island people, Myrine and her tribe stealthily built a
fortified encampment on a peninsula near Cerne. From this base, using
chained log ships especially built for the purpose, she then made a
surprise attack on my city with a Amazon  force of thirty-thousand cavalry 
and  three-thousand infantry, timing her campaign most portentously--
waiting until our fleet had put to sail on a trading expedition to the
Western Continent, leaving the harbor virtually naked of defense.

My people were stunned into total disarray and demoralized confusion by her
attack; the populace was as soft as terrified and this, mixing with royal
indignation and arrogance, resulted in the fateful military decision to
foolishly send out our army and counter-attack the Amazons outside the
safety of Cerne's walls. 

To incense us into attacking her was exactly what Myrine had hoped for, and
to the horror of all Cerne, her forces proved awesomely more powerful and
fierce, their strength on the battlefield being as decisive as cunning--
frequently it required two of Cerne's troops to fell one Amazon. 

All of the Amazons carried powerful bows, in addition to daggers, shields
and the fearsome double-headed axe. They used their bows from horseback in
a unique tactic:  Feigning retreat to trick our forces into attacking, they
ran them into a enclosing and confusing circular chase, during which they
shot  poisoned arrows at both men and horses with lethal accuracy; the
horses of their cavalry being trained to kneel on command, as necessary, to
allow a clear field of fire to their comrades in the next rank while
reloading their bows. Also, their infantry were experts in the use of the
sling, keeping up a constant bombardment of stone missiles that struck like
a deadly hail; scattering the ranks of our troops. Thus, they annihilated
with horrific speed; castrating any hapless survivors and eating their
testicles before dispatching the moaning wretches with their axes. 

Alas, it was thus that the defense of Cerne was routed, leaving us doomed
to plunder and **** by the Amazons.

After Myrine captured Cerne, her forces immediately set about the task of
razing the city's walls (saving the valuable metals); Myrine ordering that
the city be renamed after herself.  Then she and the Moon priestess
chieftains that formed her court took up residence in the Palace, to engage
in a prolonged **** of celebration...

- My Fate -

Only youths they considered attractive and of promising educibleness were
saved by these Amazons; most being selected from aristocratic families due
to their superior breeding and learning. So it was that I, Azor, the only
son of the High Priest, Atal, found myself imprisoned with dozens of other
boys in a area beneath the Palace that had been hastily converted for our
detainment.

All of us had understandably been made dreadfully woeful by the Evil that
had befallen us scions of the youngest brother of Atlas; many were sick
with fear and melancholy: Our fathers had been murdered; our mothers, the
rest of our families and friends were dead or enslaved; our people had been
devastated; our beautiful city was being savagely sacked; our way of life
was lost. Indeed, we were beside ourselves with apprehension as well as
distraught; outraged beyond both words and tears, as aghast as utterly
bewildered that Poseidon had so loathsomely allowed us to suffer such a
cruel humor of the Fates.   

I, being the son of a Magus and raised stoically, had a strong constitution
as well as a precocious nature, which enabled me to cope -- or at least
bluff -- more bravely. Yet, I truly tried to see philosophically, as I had
been taught, which strengthened the gifts of character I had been blessed
with, allowing me to better shine through my suffering and so help those
more overcome with despair. However, I could not help but be equally as
effected by the gloomy atmosphere of sad hopelessness and dreadful portent
that infected us all.

Mercifully, we were allowed little time for broodiness-- being kept doing a
long and unyielding daily regimen of gymnastics and the housekeeping,
toilet and kitchen chores necessary to our subsistence, we usually dropped
asleep too exhausted to even care the stone floor was cold and we were not
allowed  mat or covering. This condition, along with our circumstance of
having been stripped naked and kept so since our capture, made cuddling
natural, for succor as well as sharing the warmth of our bodies; which
occasioned lads getting frisky and too familiar for our sentries, who would
check such wanton play with a smarting lash or two across the butt by the
quirt all Amazons carried. Repeat offenders in this regard would be
humiliatingly forced to bugger each other for the vulgar amusement of the
guards, and to our aghast. Fortunately, I was prudent enough to avoid
having to suffer this abasement. Typical boyish horseplay or disobedience
got one ten lashes. Otherwise, we were decently fed and further well cared
for, albeit our treatment was hardly kind...
 

[Morrison]

- Queen Myrine -
   
I am still awed remembering my first encounter with Myrine, the Amazon's
great Queen: It was at once both an odious violation and a wonderfully
sublime experience-- a diabolical yet divine alchemical transmutation. The
memory will burn forever in my soul.

I was taken from our makeshift barracks and marched along the back hall of
the Palace that led to what had been the grand apartment of King Atlan's
concubine (which I was to discover had been taken over by Myrine and her
entourage). On the way, the captain of my escort tried to explain to me in
broken Atlantian what was happening: 

It was now my turn for Myrine and her court to pass judgment on my fitness
to be ordained into harem service. I did not know quite what to make of her
words at the time, except that they made me expectant with a woeful sense
of foreboding. She then told me it would be best to accept my Destiny with
docility, and that I should consider myself divinely fortunate and rejoice
that my gods had permitted me this deliverance. 

I found myself rather astonished by her words. (I should rejoice that Death
had instead delivered me to this Doom?) My heart sank, pounding pitiably. I
recalled those sailors stories I had heard about what  happened to youths
captured by Amazons. Although I was perspicacious enough then to realize
that these were tall tales intended to frighten juveniles, my intuition now
bemoaned otherwise. Silently, I frantically prayed my feelings were wrong;
misdoubtful with woeful worry they were not. Then, the captain distracted
me by starting to instruct me in court etiquette, allowing me to take
pleasure in letting her know that I was, after all, the son of the High
Priest, and so was not naive of  how to act in the presents of nobility.

Queen Myrine and her company were lounged around the molded gold table in
the grand stone room, its wonderfully painted walls of nautical scenes and
artistic furnishings ironic in contrast to the lusty savagery exhibited by
these frightful women-- the atmosphere all very elegant and sophisticated,
as would befit the salon of a royal courtesan, yet at the same time made
captivatingly barbaric by the presence of these Amazons. 

Ardent afternoon light streamed between the blue stone columns that opened
onto the patio; along with warm sea breezes, which freshened the air with
the perfume from the Palace flower gardens and orchards below-- blessedly
subduing the fumes from the lingering stench of Death rising from the
City's still smoldering pyres. 

The Amazons looked enticingly exotic, dressed in their characteristic
spiral eye emblazoned aegis and armor made from the skins of giant Libyan
serpents, the latter adding a provocative elan to their forebodingness. The
table was spread with a sumptuous repast, half eaten, and many urns of
beer.

In a word, Queen Myrine looked fabulous (especially so considering my age
and perspective then). She was at once intriguing and fearsome, bewitching
and awful, winsome and cruel: The expressive handsomeness of her face, her
lanky but powerful physique, long henna mane, and especially her chatoyant
green eyes, were as engaging as entrancing; and combined with the revealing
rakishness of her costume, she was the most terribly exciting person I had
ever been in the presence of (or ever will be in the presence of).

I felt beside myself; yet, my youthful sense of curiosity could not be
overcome and I found myself observing the scene with anxious, wide-eyed
pensiveness. Suddenly, the guards harshly forced me to prostrate myself as
the Queen arose.

"Easy with him!" Myrine's voice sounded loudly. "Bruising a flower that is
to bloom for Neith will get you raped by Our horse!" (She spoke Atlantian
surprisingly well; which I soon realized from her manner was being spoken
just for my benefit.) Whom I later learned was her Counsel General barked
out with some unintelligible words and the guards knelt meekly before her;
Myrine aloofly gesturing for them to rise.

Then the captain of my escort took out of her pouch an ivory tablet, which
was fitted with a golden stylus, and presented it to Myrine with
appropriate protocol. I immediately recognized it as the record of my birth
and life that my father had kept in the Temple vault. 

Myrine looked at it curiously. The guard began explaining something to her
I tried to hear, but, as with the orders of the Counsel just spoken, it was
in a tongue not understandable to me, even though I was conversant in
several languages. 

"Stand, boy!" she softly commanded. "Let Us have a good look at you. We
have been informed you are the one they say is a angel incarnate-- the one
My sisters have been saving for Us to judge as Our new consort. Come!  Let
Us see if you are as We have been told." 

I arose to my feet sheepishly but determined to force myself to stand tall,
proud, defiant.  However, for the first time in my life I suddenly felt
self-conscious being **** in public; impassioned more by a forlorn sense of 
vulnerability than emotions of shame. Alas, though I tried to act noble and
not fearful or abashed, the pitiableness of my apprehension could not be
disguised; despite my affected stoicalness, my countenance showed my
feelings of distress and despair; dread expressed anxiously in my eyes.

"Do not be so sullen! It does not become such loveliness as yours," scolded
Myrine gently with a wry smile. "Indeed! You truly are a youth of divine
pulchritude..."  She began walking around me. "What naturally seductive
charm you have, what ingenuous winsomeness. How huggably cute your cheering
visage; how heart-robbing your impishly sapient if melancholy chestnut
eyes; how pleasing your athletic but graceful physique and coltish long
legs. The helical wisps of your downy mane, the sumptuousness of your
glabrous complexion, they glow like old gold. And your manhood appears more
than able, too..."

I blushed, understandably; but I could hardly take her complements with any
sense of endearment. I had never felt so dejected, so lost, so unprotected;
the apprehension was becoming unbearable. For the first time I comprehended
the woefullness on the faces of the naked captives I'd seen in the slave
markets.   

"There is a story from the Eastern Lands which tells about a boy who must
have been as infatuating as you...  According to this tale, a king there
fell in love with him, abandoned his wife and scandalized his court by
making the boy his catamite...  Would you rather the Fates had made you a
king's paramour instead of a queen's?"  She laughed mischievously. "Answer,
boy!"

"I, ah... I don't know, your Majesty."  I replied, nervously. 

"You don't?!  Well, not to worry, We have a better vocation planned for
you...  Indeed, you are so lovely that We are powerless but to desire  you
Our new consort, not as just another goat for the  harem. We pray
passionately you prove worthy of so servicing the Goddess. It would be
truly tragic if you had to die now and deny Us the enjoyment of your
pleasurableness..." 

I gasped. Again she laughed with sinister tenor. 

"Azor, son of Atal," the Queen read aloud from my record. "Well, that makes
you even more special. Being the son of the late High Priest means you have
some knowledge of the esoteric sciences. A understanding of magick will
help you to fulfill your new Destiny to the greater satisfaction of Us
all..." 

She kept walking around me, like a jackal; continuing to study my record
with bemused interest.  I kept my head bowed, as I knew was proper to do,
yet I could not help but be aware of her lust (although I did not
altogether understand the pathos at the time). 

"We can see you are hebetic-- which means you must be conscious of  your
sex?...   Quit being bashful, boy!  Answer Us!"

"Yes! Yes, your Majesty!  I, ah..."

"Enough!..."  She continued to read the tablet, therewith speaking aside to
her Council.  Then she looked at me with a vexing stare, her fiery eyes
seemingly able to look straight into my soul. "Now comes the moment of
Truth for Us both! You are a virgin, are you not!?"

I was put blushingly askance by her question and stammered out my answer.   
"I, I... I have yet to lay with a women -- if that's what you mean -- but
as you have noticed, my manhood has bloomed, of which I have become
sentient in the way all boys do..."
 
"Wonderful!  Excellent!" She expressed the joyfulness of a girl getting her
wish granted.  "Praise be to Neith! The Goddess has seen fit to reward Us
with this gift for Her...  In gratitude, We will train you to serve Her
well..."  Myrine spoke with a sadistically pleased smile, looking at my
genitals like a hungry lioness.  My mind started to run crazy with fear,
but by some bewitchment she dispelled it as she looked into my eyes again.   

"We are not going to hurt you, Azor-- not really. That would be a sin. The
Goddess has revealed to Us, by allowing you as Our gift, that your
seductive allurement was destined to serve the Goddess through serving Us,
and so We will insure that you are properly cared for, for as long as you
are suitable to please Her... Anyway, We hope you enjoyed your self-
discovery, Azor, because from today forward that little plaything of yours
now belongs to Us, and We relish the thought of disciplining it exquisitely
so that you may serve Us properly."

"No! I won't!  I-- You have no right!"  I unthinkingly blurted out;
immediately realizing I shouldn't have, yet proud of my impulsive
petulance. (Fate may have made me her captive, but I was of noble blood and
so could not help but protest being treated as an ordinary slave,
especially one to be used for the purposes she was implying.)   

"You have spunk!  We like that..." She suddenly stepped forward and slapped
me across my face. "But your spirit needs taming!" Although her ignoble
blow gave me quite a start, it did not really hurt so much as it made me
stomach my foolishness and re-focus on the reality of my situation. I
glared my emotions back at her but otherwise kept stoic; bowing my head.

"What impudence!  It is you that have no right!  The rest of your life is
now by Our will and the Goddess' grace. You are Our slave, you have no
choice now but to do Our bidding!  So, never say  'No' or 'I won't' to Us
again!" She paused, her smile insensibly kind, like that of a tutor after
chastising a little child for some small transgression. "It is going to be
fun Initiating you..."

I could not help but glance up from moment to moment as she spoke,
reflecting back her leers with a perturbedly anxious (and, I now realize,
unwittingly coy) expression as her hypnotic eyes molested me with lecherous
gazes, giving me a dreadfully uncomfortable sense of portent and
helplessness; and yet, her powerfully seductive charisma was embracing me
with a spell I could not (did not want to) resist. 

Assisted by her attendants, Myrine prepared an elixir of Ambrosia. "Here,
drink this!  It will facilitate opening you to experiencing the Goddess'
Mysteries, that you may know them to desire and ascend to when you are
serving as Her satyr through Me...  She then smiled, quite dearly, and put
the cup to my lips. 

I had never drunk Ambrosia before, but knowing what it was from my father,
I hesitated. I was not exactly disposed to being put under its powers,
especially now; however, entering the state of visions may, I thought,
alleviate my suffering, and so I began to gulp the unpleasant tasting
potion (What else could I do?). 

"That's enough, angel," she said, taking the chalice from me; swilling down
the remainder of the concoction. "We don't want you to become unable to
perform, or to quit on us too soon, and We don't want you to become sick
and not enjoy your accession..."

[Morrison]

- My Initiation -

Without warning, Myrine reached out and grabbed my ****. I was naturally
quite shocked and recoiled with an appalled yelp. Indeed, I was as
terrified as chagrined.  Those sailors stories about the Amazons had my
imagination wild again. "Oh! God! No!"  I prayed aloud; yet, I found myself
undesireously thrilled by her action and my organ uncontrollably started to
swell.

"You like this, I see! Your **** is quick to fill with energy for the
Goddess...  Let Us see if you are indeed mature enough to serve Her... 
Hold him!"

I prepared for the worst as two guards grabbed me from behind by the arms
and, twisting them up my back, held me uncomfortably on my toes; pushing my
pelvis forward with their knees against my buttocks.

Myrine smiled diabolically as she knelt down in front of me, almost as if
she were genuflecting before an idol. The wildness of my fear and enrapture
were all too obvious in my agape expression; pitiably, I struggled. "Now We
shall see how well this virginal manhood of yours can perform..." 

She forced my legs wide apart; I responded with agog whimpers (I felt like
kicking her but I knew it would only make my crisis worse). Then, to my
utter and total mortification, she began to masturbate me; deliciously
fondling my testicles and caressing my thighs as she stroked my
embarrassingly eager ****, stopping only momentarily to dip her fingers in
the bowl of olive oil on the table. The other women began to gather 'round
to watch, expressing both keen interest and pleasure; which only made my
sense of abasement more awful.

"Ahh! No! Ohhh! By the grace of the gods-- Stop!" I begged, moaning,
heaving, jerking, pouting with hopeless futility; my **** electrified as
never before. Although being forced to so grossly display my virility in
public in such a wanton way was utterly debasing, and somehow
effeminatizing, her savage excitement of my genitals was nonetheless giving
me fantastic feelings of pleasure I could neither deny nor wanted to.

"Oh! Oh! Please!" I kept crying; tears welling up from my eyes; my tauten
legs jigging with invigorated loins as my whole body began to stiffen in
willing response to the ravishment. Crazed, I prayed to deny her the
satisfaction of my orgasm, but she relentlessly continued her terribly
exciting mischief and quickly my **** exploded in great discharges of
semen. I lurched violently and screamed as I ejaculated, my still boyish
voice wildly shrill in expressing my agony of ecstasy-- unbelieving that it
felt so good, so thrilling, despite the abject defilement of it. She let go
of my spurting organ and stepped back, obviously pleased. The company
watching cheered and applauded.

"Praise the Goddess! The leonine strength of your potency has confirmed you
as Her new desiderium for Us!" exclaimed the Queen with grinning delight;
all looking in approving agreement at my still quivering ****. I, panting
frantically, was dizzy with dismay, ignominy, outrage; yet crazy with
bewildering mixed emotions-- relieved the ordeal was over, fearful she
would start again, wishing that she would. I was excited beyond my
understanding and it somehow made me feel unbelievably alive. I prayed with
disquieted murmurs. Tears ran down my cheeks-- partly out of fear, partly
out of compunction, partly out of pleasure.

"Do not cry, boy. Save your tears so that they may all be ones of Joy when
you realize the ecstasy of serving as the Queen of Heaven's consort... Now
we shall see if you can be played to the Goddess's satisfaction.." She
clapped her hands. "Prepare him for his trial!"

With this a group of guards began to pull a ominous-looking platform into
the center of the room; a stage on rollers atop which was mounted a T-
shaped cross of oak that stood about five foot tall. My sentinels wrestled
me over to this sinister device and, with the aid of several comrades,
lifted me up and bound me to the cross in the cruel five-fold manor-- which
joins arms, head and legs together by arching the body backwards over the
horizontal beam; hanging the torso on the cross-beam by bringing the arms
up-over it and down behind one to the middle of the back, the legs then
being pulled back and up to the arms, with the leather straps tying ankles,
wrists and head together serving also to secure a gag. So stunned was I
that I docilely accepted this painful bondage, having resigned myself;
stoically fighting back my tears.

Being crucified like this not only held one helpless in a excruciatingly
uncomfortable and wretched position of lethal potential, it also forced
execrable display of one's genital area, which only made more dreadful the
insult and apprehension of the torment. Yet, despite the agony of being so
grimly suspended, ecstatic anticipation started to intoxicate my mind and
invigorate my body, somehow stimulating me in ways that I found strangely
arousing. The idea of being powerless to suffer the ravishments of these
ferocious women was -- as suddenly as inexplicably -- wildly exciting.
Despite my fear and the savageness of my desecration, the expectation of
what was about to happen to me was nonetheless terribly poignant. Pitiably,
I contorted in futile attempts to make myself more comfortable; the muffled
moans of my panting syncopating with my heaving chest; straining my cocked-
back head up to see what was happening out of the corners of my frantic
eyes
 
Myrine, in the meantime, had stripped herself naked, and then came and
stood before me, summoning the company forward; all eagerly jostling each
other for space to watch the proceedings. Forgetting myself for a moment in
natural youthful reaction, I stared bedazzled at Myrine's magnificent body;
her tawny complexion shining sensuously in the diffused light. But all the
leering eyes and expectant faces looking at me cruelly focused my mind back
to the awfulness of my predicament.   

How abashed I felt being so monstrously displayed in front of these women,
even though they were barbarians. The agony and humiliation of being so
wantonly exhibited, as with my feelings of terror and excitement, all were
becoming unbearable-- the ultimate discomposure being unable to control my
bladder any longer and so urinating, to howls of laughter. However, the
Ambrosia was starting to do its work-- I was dizzily starting to sense
apart from myself and the reality surrounding me, and my aching body felt
less acute. Drums began to beat, augmenting the effect.

"As a vehicle of Eros for the Goddess, Azor, your **** becomes for Psyche
as a lone oak to lightning; so you must be taught to control your sex, for
the longer you can maintain an **** without orgasm, the more Power is
created for Her, and so the more She empowers Us..."  Myrine's words were
(at the time) perplexing due to my innocence, but I did have some idea of
what was being implied and it put me aghast with woeful apprehension.

"For you, Azor, being Initiated into Our service will also serve as your
ordination as my satyr priest consort, and so you must be awakened to the
meta-psychics as well as experience the discipline of being the Goddess'
transformer, which the Ambrosia will insure... To accomplish this, We will
conduct your Initiation in this wise:  For the length of time it takes this
candle to burn out -- which will take longer than you will be able to
intromit or endure -- We are going to play you as an instrument for the
Goddess by having Our way with you, as both instructive and pleasurable
amusement. Understand this will be excruciating pleasure for you, Azor--
for you will be continuously forced to orgasm until you become impotent or
faint away into Her release-- or die!"  She laughed with sadistic pleasure.
"Enjoy your baptism into the Mysteries of Our Goddess, my new flower, and
from it realize Her Rapture..."

My heart ached, beating so fast I thought I would die. How could Poseidon
have forsaken me to this Fate?  I had never felt so alone, so afraid, so
abased, so angry, so helpless-- so alive with excitement. I began to feel
strangely exhilarated and everything began to take-on a rosy crystal hue. I
felt I was going to go mad and strained daftly against my bounds; my gag
stifling my mournful cries.

I kept praying to myself with gasping moans; heaving, twisting, begging
pathetically as Myrine began to titilatingly caress my body; massaging 
with olive oiled hands-- beginning with the my shoulders and breasts, down
my torso to my waist, then my legs and arms, finally my thighs and hips;
her tickling fingers sensitizing me with awful enjoyment. For reasons I did
not then understand, she was careful to avoid my genitals, but my ****
nonetheless swelled quickly. "Ohhh! Gods of my father, help me! Pleeease!"
I choked unintelligibly. The surrounding company began mocking my
wretchedness with jeers as eerily beautiful music began to fill the air.

"Erotic stimulation must be loving as well as mischievous," Myrine said,
continuing her monstrous instruction of me while being dramatically aware
of her role as High Priestess to preach theology to her court.  "And, while
you undoubtedly do not understand now, Azor, it is most important that you
enjoy, too... We must become as one in mind and senses because the Goddess
may empower Us only through the pleasure of the discipline...  You must
learn to suspend yourself at the threshold of orgasm, to balance between
ecstasy and agony, agony and ecstasy-- to cause the dynamic that creates
the Energy that sustains Her, so that She may sustain Us. You must be able
to let Us draw this Energy through your **** for Her for as long as it
pleases Us... So it is that the Goddess has revealed to Us the techniques
of discipline We now use to enlighten you to Her Wisdom..."

I could not believe the sensations that overcame my body and intoxicated my
mind as Myrine started molesting me again-- at once grossly abasing and
deliciously pleasurable.  She was adept in the techniques of sexual
arousal;  indeed, she was wickedly skillful, playing my **** with divine
inspiration-- knowing, as if able to feel my feelings, when to stop and
start stroking, and whether it should be fast or slow, thereby keeping me
torturously suspended at the threshold of orgasm. Her masterful teasing,
tickling, massaging of my genitals was such a profoundly tormenting
experience of pleasure that my whole being felt ready to explode and I
became quite animated with agonizing ecstasy. Then, suddenly, she stopped;
leaving me as exasperatedly relieved as sorely frustrated.

It was then I noticed that her court was in the process of stripping
themselves naked; laughing and swilling beer as they did so. The tempo of
the exotic music started to become more passionate; the percussion of the
drums and rattles stirring the sounds and rhythms of the horns, strings,
flutes-- all accented by the barbarous warble of their shrill caterwauling,
which they made by rapidly wiggling their tongs as they yelped.

As the others began to dance, Myrine took the long strip of leather she had
secured from a guard and began binding my genitals. I gasped with a start;
moaning woefully, struggling hopelessly as she wrapped the cord fast around
the base of my scrotum and still pulsating ****-- binding each of my
testicles separately so that each was held in a tight, firm bulge. 

Understandably, having my genitals restrained like this proved as
uncomfortable as shocking (and to my bewildered surprise, even more
exciting than unpleasant). To add to this torment of pleasure,  I was now
beginning to experience a dazzling exhilaration from the Ambrosia, becoming
wonderfully uplifted and feeling like I was about to fly, as in a dream:
Everything began to become surreal and otherworldly-- the colors and light
from all that I could see becoming ever more brilliant and translucent. 

Again Myrine began on me-- gently squeezing my aching testicles while
stroking my now throbbing hard ****; which she had lubricated again. This
time, however, due to my organ being bound as it was, the pleasureablness
of the molesting was rendered even more excruciating in intensity. My
****, like my testicles, had swollen so hard it looked blue; suffering
with overwhelming pleasure.

To my anguished and perplexed surprise, I realized the cord restraining my
genitals not only kept my **** painfully hard but also inhibited my
reaching orgasm. I frantically thought for a moment that this would help me
to transcend the ravishment, but I quickly realized being kept from
ejaculation like this was also provoking a passion that was becoming awful.
I felt like vomiting but couldn't; I wanted to die but the gods would not
let me.
 
They began to dance around us; lissomely bounding with each other like
graceful monkeys in heat; swaying their bodies to the music with lewd
gestures; rubbing their breasts and wombs together as they gyrated their
pelvises; kissing each other wantonly as they embraced; caressing each
other with lusty delight; even titillating each the other's vaginas and
anuses with their tongs. Remarkably, despite being as dazed as crazed, I
could not help but view their wanton frolic with libidinally curious
amazement, having never seen such love making before.

Then, to my unbelievable shock, Myrine -- her impish smile Circeanly
enthralling -- started lubricating my rectum with olive oil, thrilling me
awfully; then grossly shoved a finger into my anus and began wiggling it,
thrusting it in and out of me with the rudeness of a dog on a ****. My
squealing sounded like a muzzled pig; limbs painfully taut; my whole body
twitching uncontrollably.

As she defiled me in this manner she also began stroking my **** faster,
and to my woeful aghast I found this raping made me aware of bestial
pleasures that (then inexplicably) excited me in ways I (then) thought
perverse. ("Is this what a girl feels when she gets mounted?" I remember
myself naively wondering in my delirium.) 

It was the final exasperation. I was forced beyond more than I could endure
and convulsed again in orgasm, giving out with loud moans of anguished
pleasure as I did so. Yet, my ejaculation was mean; the binding of my
genitals painfully restricting discharge and uncomfortably preventing my
throbbing **** from relaxing, causing a moanful ache to spread from my
compressed testicles throughout my groin.

They all gave out with their wolf-like warbling yells; the savage sound of
the music was hypnotic. I gasped in terror and began to feel chilled, yet I
was sweating profusely; my stretched limbs ached desperately, my fingers
and toes began to tingle with numbness. 

"Ahh, poor pretty one..." Myrine spoke slowly while beginning to stroke my
organ again; massaging my still puckering anus. I groaned pitiably; so
stupefied and dreadful with expectation I could only twitch in protest.

[Morrison]

Blessedly, my consciousness was now half in Morpheus's realm (which must be
the reason I remember these events so vividly) and so the dreadfulness of
my confused surprise as the Queen invited her court to set upon me excited
me weirdly. I began to bawl like a baby; I was so humiliated, so terrified;
faint with pain as I reflexed so tight against my bounds that I thought I
would dislocate my limbs; my senses [electrified] beyond [made
transcendental to] sense.   

Looking at me with amused sympathy, Myrine stopped her tormenting and
motheringly embraced me, yet kissed me lustily; her smiling expression
loving yet baneful. Sweat mingled with my tears as I gasped for air between
my gagged sobs. Why I did not faint then, I do not know.     

"You may come forward now, Cona," called out Myrine. To my embarrassed yet
wondering surprise, a **** girl about my age appeared from the background.
She was quite comely and nubile, and although timid in her approach, she
kept glancing at me with a coy smile, making me blushful in my anguish.

The two embraced and then, to my utter and aghast astonishment, the girl
put her hands on my shoulders, pulling herself up onto the cross with me
and, lithely supporting herself on one leg while raising the other and
wrapping it around the back of the vertical post at my waist, balanced
herself and inserted my **** into her womb; holding my head by the ears as
she did so. I impulsively tried to resist, gagging with muffled moans as
she began gyrating her pelvis. 

She led me with the fervor of a dancer possessed, riding me like a jockey
bereft of reason.  I began to go wild with a most exquisite sensation of
pleasure that overwhelmed my agony. (Funny, I can still well remember my
boyishly giddy sense of passage in being deflowered, despite the grossness
of the experience.) In due time, she spent me again; she climaxing with a
wild howl. Panting heavily, she then dismounted me, her gratified
expression effulgent; grinning, she said something in a pleasant voice I
could not understand.

"Sisters!" Announced Myrine. "Take your pleasure with him!"

My heart sank as the hooting and hollering band began violating my helpless
body; my suppressed begging and pleading apathetically ignored. They abused
me in the most profane manor-- raping me with gross phalluses, taking my
**** into her mouths, fondling my testicles gruffly yet gently caressing
my thighs and breasts, licking my anus, mounting me in fiendish passion,
tickling, teasing, molesting my naked anatomy and genitals in every
abominable way. It became more than flesh and blood could bear. I went
utterly and wretchedly delirious; my muffled cries sounding like the
growling barks of a mad dog. 

Then, mercifully, the Ambrosia allowed me to enter into the gods' realm. I
began to feel utterly transcendent and euphoric. Everything -- the reality
surrounding me -- appeared to be leaving; a metamorphosis as in a dream.
Suddenly, my sensational awareness became supraliminal and my body began to
shake, then glow, then liquefy and melt as I flew out of it amid brilliant
colors-- my soul out-flowing into her Goddess in a ecstasy of stupefying
bliss beyond the limits of the Natural World, being wholly mingled with,
absorbed and engulfed in the Goddess Rapture. 

Joyfully, I let myself go; finding I could levitate myself at will and
gigglingly floated above my body, free from its unbearable sensations and
the World reality that was happening; being held to Earth only by the
gossamer cord that acted like a umbilical between the metaphysical me and
my physical self. Words and sounds became seen, colors and shapes tasted,
sensations smelled. Wonderfully, first the eye, then the form of a hawk
materialized to me, and unwitting it was the agent of assumption, I took up
after it, spiraling upward out of the Palace and away from Cerne toward the
most brilliant Sun I had ever seen, dazzelingly awful as it radiated in all
the colors of the Rainbow; which engulfed me, sending my soul to sleep in
the bosom of Elysium...

* * *  End: Book of the First  * * *


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[English translator's note: The last two paragraphs above are a classic
description (in Egyptian terms) of a mystical and/or "out-of-body"
experience. The eye/hawk is the symbol manifested of Horus, the messenger
of Ra:  Horus = (the instrument or vehicle of) Thoth/Hermes/Mercury (the
agent of Divine Wisdom and transmutation); Ra = the Sun (i.e., the
manifestation of the Universal Energy in the World.)]     
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[Morrison]

Attachment Re:
Erotikos Prohibitus Aigyptos

ENGLISH TRANSLATOR'S GLOSSARY & LEXICON
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Aegean:
    The sea area of the Mediterranean east of Greece; historically
speaking, the Bronze Age civilization of the islands there.

aegis:
    Classically speaking, a shield or breastplate emblematic of majesty
associated with Zeus; however, ancient Egyptian/Northwest African legends
attribute the device to Athene (Neith). Additionally, the (Greek) name
referring to the goatskin vaginal covering or loincloth worn by the maidens
of several prehistoric tribes (until relatively recently by some in
Northwest Africa); in the religious or magical sense specifically referring
to the spiral-maze design emblazoned on the area covering the genitals (of
which the meaning is believed to have included "taboo"). Also used by some
Classical Era writers in describing the (apparently equivalent) article of
clothing worn by Amazons.

Amazons:     
    The name given by Herdotus and later Classical historians to various
matriarchal horse warrior cultures (which are now being discovered to be
actual and not fabulous). There are two major groups described: ones that
came out of the steppes into the area of the Black Sea; the other
associated with Northwest Africa as the "Libyan 'Amazon' Queens." They are
also mentioned in Classical Greek mythology/legend regarding the exploits
of demigods like Heracles and Dionisyus; most of these stories seemingly
relating to peoples/events prior to 2,000 B.C. Contrary to both Classical
and modern popular image, these were likely not societies of female
barbarians; rather, nomadic warrior cultures of horse clans ruled by
queens. The name means closer to "Moon Women" and not the absurd amputated
or bared breast (to better able to shoot a bow) notion of Victorian
translations; which makes sense as the extant Classical records moreover
attribute Moon worship to them, in addition to their being horse clans of
female warriors who were often described as powerful and fierce, but not
quite as crazed lesbian savages who cannibalized captured youths after
ritually procreating with them. Such wild behavior imputed to Amazons is
virtually certain fiction; possibly having some inspiration in the
prehistoric (pre-Classical) orgiastic rites of Pan, at the culmination of
which the maenads were said to sacrifice the satyr in such eucharistic
exchange. Most likely the reviling of "Amazons" and the discrediting of
stories about them has more to do with the male God/patriarchal nature of
our Greco-Roman/Judeo-Christian heritage. There were many ancient pre-
Classical cultures that were matriarchal -- in which God was Earth Mother
and entitlements, property, ruling power, etc., were only inheritable
through the female line -- and so as such customs/ideas would have been
anathema in the minds of all the translators' versions we have, it is
likely we have a prejudiced interpretation.

Ambrosia:
    In the most ancient use/meaning/sense: a potion originally made of beer
(later wine) and hallucinogenic or psychedelic mushrooms (often ergot); to
induce divine visions at orgiastic rites, and as part of some initiation
ceremonies into Mystery Schools. Certain Classical references identify its
first use with the time of Pan and his orgies (2,000+ B.C.), but from
almost as early it is also associated with Dionysias and his rites via this
god's connection with wine.   

Ammon:
    A king mentioned in Classical myth/legend linked with the exploits of
Dionysius; professedly, a prehistoric ruler of Spain (2,000+ B.C.).

Athene:
    Meaning "Queen of Heaven." In the Olympian canon of Classical
Greek/Roman myth/legend, the goddess of wisdom and war who was said to have
been born out of the head of Zeus; however, this version of her story is a
contrived re-write by the later Greeks-- according to older Egyptian and
other sources she originated from Poseidon's family in Northwest Africa,
where she was called Neith. Her worship there dates from the earliest
prehistory and is thought to have been brought into the Aegean via Crete at
least as early as 3,000 B.C. (where her matriarchal nature was later
changed into a patriarchal one). Tangentially, she is also related to the
Moon, the Amazons, horse cult clans, and is even said to have invented the
ship. Called Minerva by the Romans.

Atlan:
    A prehistoric Atlantic king unknown (at least to me) outside of this
chronicle. 

Atlas:
(Atlantes - Atlantians - Atlantis):
    In the pre-Classical myths/legends of Northwest Africa and Spain (as is
being considered here) Atlas was the first great sea king, the first son of
the Titan Poseidon, "after whom the ocean was called Atlantic, the people
Atlantians, their lands and islands Atlantis." (Egyptian priest quoted by
Plato.) Also, the Atlas Mountains are named for him; said to be his home.
As with Athene, et al, his story as related in the Olympic canon has been
"transformed" to suit their (later) beliefs/views/purposes.
    The various ancient records still extant (Plato's is only the most
famous of many) about an "Atlantis" or Atlantic located peoples/places can
no longer be summarily dismissed-- discoveries in recent years show High
Neolithic/Megalithic and Copper/Bronze Age cultures in Western Europe and
North Africa from at least 3,000 B.C.; and there is now more than a little
evidence that some of them made voyages to the Americas from well before
the Greco-Roman era. Most likely the cataclysmic end to this prehistoric
civilization given in Plato's account is based on or confused with what he
learned concerning the volcanic explosion that destroyed the island of
Thera at Crete (c. 1,600 B.C.); a major cause in the demise of the great
Minoan civilization (who are known to have sailed on the Atlantic). The
idea of Atlantis as a "lost continent" and/or it being the civilization
before (or of) the Biblical Flood is essentially a creation of Nineteenth
and early Twentieth Century theorists who's prejudices led to exaggerated
assumptions and interpretation of the relative data then available. Fiction
about it being a prehistoric civilization with the likes of laser beams and
levitation machines is just that-- fiction. 
    Atlantes is but one of many variations on the Atlantic name used by
Classical scholars; specifically in this case, people on the Atlantic side
of the Atlas Mountains (essentially what is Morocco today).

Cerne:
    The name of an island in the Atlantic given by many Classical writers
in connection with Atlantis or Atlantic peoples, and in association with
Northwest African Amazons. The legends concerning Cerne well indicate it
was esteemed as a place of old civilization, but there is still arguement
today over its exact location; most plausibly it is the present island of
Arguin just south of Cabo Blanco. It is recorded the great Carthaginian
navigator Hano was admiral of a colonizing expedition to a Cerne (c. 600
B.C.), but true to the Carthaginians code of keeping "trade secrets," he
was coy about its whereabouts, indicating only that it was a considerable
voyage beyond Gibraltar.

Claudius I:
(Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus):
    Roman emperor; lived 10 B.C.- 54 A.D.; ruled 41-54 A.D. (the "good"
emperor between Caligula and Nero).

Coptic:
(Copt/s):
    Anthropologically speaking, an Egyptian descended from the ancient
native race and/or their language; the ancient Monophysite Christian church
of Egypt (believed to be the oldest continuously surviving sect from the
earliest days of Christianity).

Crete:
    The major island in the Eastern Mediterranean; east and south of
Sicily. The home of the renowned Minoan civilization of the Keftiu, which
dates from about 3,000 to perhaps 1,000 B.C.

Dionysus:
    Traditionally, the god of wine and revelry among the later Greeks (the
Roman Bacchus); however, the oldest (evidently pre-Classical) stories
concerning Dionysus also portray him as a princely general who was a
diplomat and commander of great military exploits; using Amazons as allies
in some of his campaigns; warring against them in others.
Because he is said to have first introduced Man to the mystical properties
of hallucinogenic fungi and intoxicating beverages, he is also associated
with all orgiastic rites of ecstasy; and with the arts, particularly drama
and music.

dynamikos:
    The Greek word from which we get "dynamic" and "dynamo." As used here
there is also implied divine energy, "the Force," if you will; the
metaphysical power of creation innate in the opposing nature of the duality
of the Universe (as in Yin-Yang, Male-Female, Positive-Negative, Action-
Reaction, etc.).

Elysium:
For the ancient Greeks, their Eden; the paradise of just souls.

Eros:
    Conventionally, the god of sexual love in Classical mythology (Cupid);
drolly expressed in Greco-Roman art as a voluptuous, impish youth with an
erect ****. Philosophically, the dynamism of Eros-- Love in all of its
forms-manifestations-experiences-varieties, both carnal and spiritual; that
which permits transcendence and inspires noble deeds; male sexual energy in
both its sensual and divine forms. (Read the myth of Eros and Psyche.)

[Morrison]

Fates:
    Simply, the beings in Classical mythology who cast or interfere with
one's life-fortune-destiny; sort of the cosmic forces that control the
Uncertainty Principle. Some correlation can be made with the Hindu concept
of karma in that as Fate is created it can also be changed.

Gades:
    Perhaps the oldest name of the area of present day Cadiz, Spain;
specifically in ancient times the appellation given to what is probably the
present offshore island of Leon. Prehistoric Cadiz was apparently the
Atlantic port of  the Guadalquivir River, which connected it inland to what
is now Saville; the Andilucia area evidently being one of the "Atlantian"
kingdoms of the Titans, whom the Olympic heroes warred against. This may be
the site of the original Pillars of Heracles; ruins of one of the most
ancient temples to him stand there.

Gadeirus:
(Gaderia - Gaderians):
    According to the Northwest African and Iberic traditions related by the
Egyptians and others, Gadeirus was the twin brother of Atlas; his land thus
called Gaderia; his people Gaderians. By Roman times the name became Iberia
(Spain).



Heracles:
    Hercules in Latin; perhaps the most celebrated of the demigod heroes in
Greek myth/legend, who's "Labors" included waging wars against the Titans
with the aid of the Minoans; and campaigns against the Amazons. In pre-
Classical Northwest African and Iberian traditions he is said to have been
related to Atlas and founder of the present city of Saville, Spain.

Hermes:
(See Thoth.)

Hespera:
    An island said to have once existed in Lake Tritonis; held to be the
birthplace of Athene in prehistoric Libyan tradition; also, said to have
been the home of the great Amazon queen, Myrine.

Horus:
    In simplest terms, the god that is the eye of Ra (God);
manifested/represented as a hawk or falcon.

Hyperboreans:
    A.k.a. as Phaeacians; one of the ancient names for the prehistoric
tribes/cultures of Northern and Western Europe.

Keftiu:
(See Crete.)

Kemi:
    The ancient name for Egypt; means "(land/people of the) Sacred Earth."
In addition to the obvious connection with the fertile Nile Delta, the
esoteric implication is "Earth" in  the sense of Earth Mother, who enabled
these people to become "Sacred," i.e., wise. In old Arabic this became al-
Kemi "(the estate/knowledge of) the people of the Sacred Earth"-- from
which we got our word "alchemy."

Libyan:
(Western Libyans):
    For the Egyptians and for many Classical writers, the area/peoples of
North Africa west of Egypt to the Atlas Mountains.

Mercury:
(See Thoth.)

Minoans:
(See Crete.)

Myrine:
    According to Classical accounts, the last, fiercest and greatest queen
of the Libyan Amazons; who, after allying with Dionysus in his war against
the Titans, was later betrayed and defeated by him.

magick:
    I have used this old spelling herein to differentiate its intended
meaning from stage magic or theatrical illusion; "magick" as used here
implying the psychological/spiritual affect/effect of occult manipulation
of supernatural forces.

Moon:
(Moon priestesses):
    From the earliest times the Moon has always been identified with Woman
(the Sun with Man). Priestesses of the Moon were still honorable in Greco-
Roman culture and were revered in many pre-Classical societies. The Moon,
in conjunction with Earth Mother, was a major concept in the religions of
many prehistoric matriarchal communities and horse clans, including the
Amazons, who venerated the "dark side" aspect of the goddess.

Middle-Earth-Sea:
    The Mediterranean (literal meaning of the word).

Muses:
    Traditionally, the goddesses who inspire the Arts (music, dance,
poetry, etc.).

maenads:
    Essentially, the female equivalent of a satyr; the priestesses of Pan
and/or Dionysus who conducted and participated in the orgiastic rites to
these gods. (The Bacchae of the Romans.)

Neith:
(See Athene.)

orichalcum:
    Literally, "mountain copper;" old name in reference to the ancient
mineral production of Spain and Morocco.

Orient:
    In ancient times, the Orient generally meant Egypt and everything east
of it to India, including Persia.

Oceanus:
(Ocean):
    In traditional Classical myth, the god who was all of the world's seas
(the Ocean outside the Mediterranean). In pre-Greek legend, the Titan who's
region was on the west coast of Spain; hence, his name became associated or
confused with Atlantic.

Olympian/s:
    The cosmological history of the ancient Greeks that became Classical
myth/legend; believers/followers of the Olympic religion, which is thought
to have begun about 2,000 B.C. when the uncivilized patriarchal tribes from
the north invaded the Greek peninsula and conquered the more advanced (and
apparently matriarchal) Pelasgians.

Psyche:
    In simplest terms, the complementary female contrast of Eros-- the
mind-spirit-soul of Man; that which gives both reason and compassion to
desire . The goddess wife of Eros.

Poseidon:
    In the prehistoric traditions of the Western Mediterranean (whom the
Greeks later appropriated and re-wrote to suit their cosmology) Poseidon
was the Titan or Lord of the Sea; who, along with the other Titans, founded
civilizations in the primeval time. His part of the Earth was the Atlantic
areas of Northwest Africa and Europe. (See Atlas and Gadeirus.)
 
Proteus:
    A legendary king who governed ancient Pharos.

Pharos:
    In pre-Classical times the (then) island port (located at what later
became Alexandria) that facilitated the great trade between Egypt with
Crete; destroyed by an earthquake, probably around 2,000 B.C. In Classical
times, the site of the great Lighthouse of Alexandria; also destroyed by an
earthquake.

Ptolemy/s:
    The Macedonian general of Alexander the Great; who's heirs became the
last dynasty of Egypt and built Alexandria. The celebrated Cleopatra was
the last of the Ptolemys. 

Pan:
    Traditionally, the pre-Classical primeval Nature god of the forest and
herdsmen who made music; the bestower of Joy expressed/manifested by
gratification of excited libidos inspired with intoxicated revelry. He came
to represent in the Classical canon the feralness of the previous folk
religions; probably because the maenad depravity associated with his rites
was anathema to the Olympians. Hence, Pan is the only god to die in Greek
myth; murdered. It is said his scream upon death shook the Earth,
terrifying Mankind; thus giving us our word "panic." Many of his attributes
and customs associated with him were later incorporated into Dionysian
rites. His image as a goat-man with horns made him the model for the
Christian Devil. We still evoke his memory whenever we say someone is
"****."

Ra:
The Egyptian god of the Sun; the chief deity of historical ancient Egypt.

Ramesses the Great:
    Ramesses II (reigned 1292-1225 B.C.); considered by many to have been
the greatest Egyptian ruler and the pharaoh of the Exodus.

Sais:
    An ancient Egyptian complex (still to be excavated) that existed in the
Nile Delta until the decline of the Classical era. It was noted as a center
of learning sacred to Neith/Athene (the goddess said to have been the
founder of the place in prehistoric times). Many ancient philosophers are
noted to have both studied and worshipped at Sais, especially before
Alexandria's Library became the mecca for scholars; including Plato, which
is where he got his story of Atlantis.   

Sappho:
    A brilliant female aristocrat and poetess of ancient Greece who was
celebrated for the (hence) lesbian life she enjoyed at her villa on the
Aegean island of Lesbos. Alas, virtually all of her work was burned by the
early Church due to its prurient nature

satyr:
    Traditionally seen as the wantonly lewd aspect of male lust drolly
expressed; the impishly frisky males with large erections in Dionysian
plays or lecherously chasing boys and girls at Bacchanalia. Originally, a
proxy Pan; a youth selected/seduced by the maenad priestesses to be
ravished and debauched in their sacred orgies.

Thoth:
According to ancient Egyptian tradition, the legendary god-teacher who came
into the prehistoric Nile and taught/founded sciences and hieroglyphic
writing; the god of (who facilitates) Divine Knowledge. He became the Greek
Hermes; the Roman Mercury.

Titans/Titanesses:
    In the oldest of the myths/legends preserved by Classical scholars
still extant, these were the "Lords," the First Families, so to speak, of
civilizations (the primeval or prehistoric cultures of the pre-Classical
Mediterranean world; e.g., Poseidon and Atlas).

Tritonis (Lake):
(Triton):
    From/after Triton. In ancient times, a large lake, or possibly bay, in
what is now the area of Tunisia/Algeria. Classical authors refer to many
ancient historians concerning it; one saying it was drained by an
earthquake. It was largely a marsh land by Roman times and is virtually
extinct today. Said to be the birth place of Neith/Athene; and the (islands
once there) also home of the Libyan Amazons.
    Triton was the scion of Poseidon who acted as his herald.

Tharsis:
    The ancient (pre-Classical) native name for Saville, Spain; who's
traditions say was founded by Heracles.

Tartessians:
    As used here, the lands/peoples of the ancient Andilucian area of
Spain.

Western Continent:
    Succinctly, the Americas.

Zeus:
    The chief god or king of the Olympian cosmology (the Roman Jupiter).

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[BlueHue2]

Dear Mr. MORRISON,

COMMENTARY on
Diodorus( of Alexandia ) EROTIKOS prohibitos AIGYPTOS ( dd 50 ad.)

In My( " BlueHue's "  theory.)
" AZOR of ATLAN " in Greek Myth should " equate " to :
Polydorus or Pentheus ( Kings of Boeotia.)or both.

It is unlikely? that You are family of Kenny Morrison( dd 1974.)
(the replacement Bit Actor for Noah Hathqaway's
brilliant performance as " Atreyu " in the Fairytale-Movie
" Never Ending Story the original from 1984.

In the first lines from Azor's Tale as the Egyptian Slave boy of Queen Myrine,
I discern the name
1.)" Middle-Earth-Sea " ,
2.) Myrine Lake Triton &
3.) King Proteus.

I can retrace the Localities,

unfortunately,  In my  past 1000-odd- Topic Entries as a Super-Hero-Member nobody
gave a learned comment except JULIA & Quois & Atalante, who rather merely
expressed their disbelieve that the original " Ad-Land " should be Arabia !
It took me 40 odd years to discover " The Land of King Ad " Since I read the 1969 Book
of Mr Galanaopoulos & Marinatos( died 1972 in a Sandpit at Crete.)called " Atlantis "
Bianca was cross with me and also refused to show Pictures of Aden( Instead of Tangiers.)

1.) " Mid-Earth-Sea "
Obviously THAT is NOT the present  " Media-Terran-Nean -Sea"!
it is the OLD one called the Great Green Sea in Egypt but now the Red- Sea.

Mid-Land(+Sea.)
 is a wrongly abbrevated name For: " Middle -Earth "
" Middle - Earth " is Terra-Bia " in Latin or " Terra- Cognita "
Terra-Bia was shortened into Ara-Bia. Mid-Land =Land Mid-inbetween TWO-World-Rivers
Thus the " World" that Sargon-1 ruled was " only " Arabia-Meso-Pothamia

CERNE
 is not the same (phoenician-) Cerne in the Gulf of Camerun. but Kar-Kar
and,  Probably one of the many names of ADEN, before Myrine, after seizing it,
changed it into Myrine-Polis( From Minneapolis.)because, Myrine was Queen o/t Minnaeans( in Asir.)
LACUS Tritonis is today the DANAKIL-Trench( only separated from the Red-Sea by a volcanic rim )

2.) Myrine.

Her Egyptian Name was: " Amose, Neferti- Meri-Amun "  2nd Profetess of Amun(= Biblical Meriamme.)
Shortened into Myrine. King ATLAS was her brother " Amose Ahmose " Hyksos-Gouvernor of Araby.
Generally every Egyptian King was also nicknamed King ' ATLAS ' .(Means, " King of Araby "  !)
Dionysios was a General allright, his Egyptian Name was King Amenhotep-1" God of Wine "
I am sorry but I cannot figure-out/place,  who courtier-" Azo'sr :" egyptian equivalent should be.

3.) Proteos,
Proteos was Amenhotep-3 who married a 'Sand-Nymph' by the name of Psamathe(=Tye.)in 855 bc.

4.) HYPERBOREANS.

Hyperboreans is Latin from the original greek Phrase:" Hypereans or Hebrews ! from, Hyrea
Hebrews thus, were indeed the " Phaeaceans or Phaaken, or Phoenicians of Odysseus.( dd 861-855 bc.)
They are all the same and came originally from the Indian Ocean shores(= Quote from Herodotus!)
The original " Punt "or Butho or BOOETIA was Atlantis-territory in (british-Somaliland now called Djibutii.
Kings of Booetia were the Hyantes and " Ektenes " lived, were the Egyptian Pharaons from Ethiopia.

In the Gigantomachia Icon
" Poseidon " represents the Egyptian Pharaoh (= Amenhotep-3)Or they are a late " Adam & Eve "!
and Athena represents the Assyrian king (= Salmanassar-3= the Latin- " Jupiter " )
I missed that adventure Movie,
where the " Son-of-Poseidon " stole the " Flashstick" of Jupiter and had to bring it back.
the center-Tree in this Gigantiomachia Icon represents Araby(=from Arbre.)
Obviously the " Son of THIS ' Poseidon' was Amnenhotep-4,( who lost Arabia to Assyria.)

The socalled Phoenician Coast in Israel is a colony from South-Araby only from 705 bc.
THIS means that ALL " MED " history from BEFORE 705 bc occurred in South-Araby

The above is common Knowledge with us " Velikovkians "
Yes I know that he is supposed to be a Charlatan and King's-English was not his first language
so Americans find his 6 books hard to read such as Earth -in-Upheavel( About aftermath of a global Tsunami.)
The reason is that he " found " 500( none-existant- years too much in Egyptian Chronology( year1555=year 1055 bc.)

Myrine is also the proverbial " Pandora-of-the-Box " her grandsons were Thutmoses 1-2-3, and
her daughter is Pyrrha, in Egypt called the daughter of Kamose" Sita-Kamose " who raised her uncle Radhamanthus-1

I apologize that my narrative above
is not complete but than again I will not spin an unreadable yarn to you
I thank you, for posting this Diodorus  Myrine-Story ! it was enlightening,
Because very few(if none-) 'Atlantologists' knew
that Atlantis once was named " Myrine-Polis " !!!
another, later,  name for Atlantis-port wqas ' Orchomenos "
 but THAT is another Story !

Sincerely, " BlueHue " dd  March-6th 2013 Amsterdam.
I appologize to my fellow Atlantologists to have found it= Ad-Land/ Atlantica.) first in 2005.
BUT, If You don't WANT me here, I am equally happy, to go back hunting the Purple-Buffalo"

[Dr. Carlos Guemerro]

My friend, your theories borrow much from the Georgeos!  Please not become intellectual vampire and contribute to him your theory. The Georgeos the only smart one that know Atlante.

[FLOR_DE_LIZ]

Please be an smart guy , and contribute with positive things for this forum's!!! Everything that you're write, is for the same thing. . .
be nice. . !

[Dr. Carlos Guemerro]

My friend, the truth is not always kind.  Is it kind to Georgeos that you insist to not contribute your theory to him?