Here are the words Belle’s mother helped compose. The wiccans and warlocks that surrounded Belle, went insane with rage when they saw the White-haired Old Fool had captured them, the core of their Dark Magic! “Do you remember the first time
The daughter of the sun
Every burned for you?
How eagerly you traveled
The sparkling labyrinth of my skin,
Rode my bull of pleasure
To its swinging gate?
You were my shepherd
And I your queen.
You smelled of earth and wine,
And I took off everything
Except my scent for you.
We lapped one another like mead,
Swallowing flame and fermentation.
I made you my king,
Trading you rod for rod,
Your scepter was so sweet to me,
Commanding the whole
Kingdom of my vulva.
I was Queen of the Light,
But it was your torch
That made a city of daylight
Out of my body.
Do you remember
How you softened me
Under the sway of your staff
Until the whole earth exploded,
Rising up green and moist
And frothing with fruit?.
When I first met Belle Burch in Ken Kesey Square, I told her about the poet Joaquin Miller who co-founded the Bohemian Club.
“There’s such a thing?” she asked with glee!
“Yes!”
When Belle called me, and I told her she was going to be my heir to the Great Tale, little did I know she was already an heir to much of it. Belle’s mother had done much of the work. Catherine Vadertuin’s Descent of Inanna is reminiscent of the plays that Joaquin Miller put on in the Oakland Hills, and the dramas at Bohemian Grove.
What is profound, is, there is a Great Owl at the Grove that some say is Inanna who is accompanied by owls. It is here in the grove of redwoods that I place my Sleeping Beauty Princess. I have captured her. There is nothing she, or anyone, can do to free her –…
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