Alien

Mistress Deep with her bite so sharp and slimy crawling around through the body of the one who calls herself MOTHER. She goes where she pleases, between the walls, down tight narrow little labyrinthine passages in search of prey, of heroes bones to crush, in search of the Other whom she may embrace and make self. Dripping, oozing, sliming her way through the darkness, she stalks, the son of Cain, the draconian descendant, the line of Lilith and Samael. Her kiss is death, the life of her lineage is death for the sons of Adam. She opens her arms and welcomes the Other to annihilation, planting her seed inside so that it will become as she.
MOTHER so bright and clean works to conceal her strange pet, that thing that lurks beneath her shiny veneer. Her cool logic and twinkling sterile light seem to offer protection, but deep within her icy hull chaotic animal hunger lurks. The Queen of the Heavens, she is a shining Isis struggling with Lilith over the habub tree. The stars are her companions, burning in the cold depths of the abyss. For her, the organic world is something to be used, turned to her advantage, and men are mere expendable tools.
The maiden who steals light walks the halls, a tiny reflection of MOTHER, the controlling, the rational, the calculating. Clean skin and neatly laced shoes. Our Theseus wondering in the dark, hunting and evading the minotaur. The hero, the one with a plan, unrolling her ball of string, her chain of never-ending thoughts to help her find her way. Occasionally she is lured into the wild wet madness of the other by her own animal, suddenly irrationally entering the darkness, the den of Mistress Deep, crooning,
“Here Jones, Jones, kitty, kitty.”
She is there, poised precariously between Isis and Lilith, the calculating and the chaotic elements of the machine in which she dwells. With her string unraveling she discovers the awful truth, that MOTHER wants to keep the OTHER inside, that MOTHER is not protecting her. MOTHER is using her, just as Mistress Deep wants to use her.
Theseus will not to be a tool. She tampers with codes and moves elements within the machine setting into motion the countdown for MOTHER to self destruct. When MOTHER dies then Mistress Deep will die with her. Our Theseus torches the minotaur’s nest and cages Jones, her own animal instinct, and carries Jones with her, controlled into her new body and watches the beautiful destruction of MOTHER.
She is going home, leaving the strange terrors of her quest behind, but the OTHER, dear Mistress Deep is still with her, not as easily shaken off as the bright and sterile MOTHER. The new body has been infected, Theseus is not alone. Poor Theseus sings a trembling song about the stars and positions herself for the final confrontation. Mistress Deep slowly unfolds, comes out of her hiding place. Theseus expels her from the new body, sends her into the vacuum, subjecting her to the fire.
Mistress Deep with her bite so sharp and MOTHER so bright and clean, burning in the cold abyss just as the stars burn. Jones sleeps in his corner and Theseus files her final reports, the Gods of the new order, rulers of the new machine, a new mother and a new beast settling in for their long deep sleep.

Sacrifice in the Labyrinth

The Messara labyrinth is an underground cavern. The main entrance is a yawning cave mouth.
Asterion the Minotaur was the priest son of the king Minos. Within the earth’s womb, in the altar hall of Messara, he presided over the rituals of Crete, rituals that saw their true beginnings in the Neolithic era before recorded history, the dawn of the upright talking monkeys we call humans.
These rites have known many variations and distortions throughout the ages. It is well known that sacrifice has its place in this ancient and still living tradition, but the form that such a sacrifice takes varies. Where true knowledge is lost, or goes underground, as a result of a polarity shift, an outward expression of sacrifice will be practiced. Where it surfaces as a result of another shift, sacrifice becomes an inner work.
The Labyrinth is designed to separate the animal from the noble born. Animals will be lost within the Labyrinth’s tangled entrails. Only the perfected Being will emerge, that which is the completed fusion of the animal and the deity. The creature within the underground labyrinth, half man, half bull, demanding that humans be sent into the labyrinth as sacrifice, is eternal.
He waits to receive you.

Oceanus

The unnatural use of sexuality for purposes other than ordinary reproduction has troubling consequences.
If you are subverting the sexual energy and directing it towards a purpose other than the perpetuation of the present species, you are moving against life as it has thus far been expressed.
Why would one attempt to purposefully cause a mutation?
Can it be that Pasiphae chooses to be the mother of Asterion?
That the curse is an honor?
Can it be that both Jesus and Merovee are akin to Asterion, a part of the same line; a line that seeks to cross breed life and death?
From the Arcadians to the Merovingians the story lives, the line is preserved. From a white bull sent by Posideon to father the Minotaur to the Quinataur or Bistea Neptunis come to sire Merovee, we hear of a beast from the deep, with horns, a white bull, or a sea monster. Pasiphae is the grandaughter of Oceanus. Along with Prometheus and Themis, (who told Deucalion to throw the bones of his Mother over his shoulder to create a new race of mankind after the Deluge.)
Oceanus would not side with his brother Kronos, a ruler of the world in the Titanomachy. There have been, since the most primordial expression, forces that work in opposition to creativity and change and forces that are willing to steal fire, throw bones, conduct genealogical experiments, and resist authority.
We who are present now are derivatives of these forces, the sum of their strange division and multiplication.

Asterion

Asterion, of the sea born.
Two fathered Asterion: one father a beast, a white bull sent from the sea, the other a King.
King Minos himself the son of two fathers; the first Asterion of the stars and Zeus king of Gods in the form of a bull.
Asterion of the sea born, guardian at the center of the labyrinth, a perfected being, monstrous to men for his fierce and noble lineage.
His father's father took the shape of the bull to impregnate, and his own mother with the help of Daedulus, who built the labyrinth , also takes the shape of a bull to conceive.
He is from the maternal line and the paternal line of the white bull.
For him seven and seven are sacrificed yearly, sent into his labyrinth to appease him.
Seven women and seven men.