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...presents... Death and The Bovine
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by Lady Carolin,
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priestess of the Cow
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on this day, the eve of December, the year of Our Cow 1989, annus bovini.
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>>> a cDc publication.......1990 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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Our time on this blessed sphere is short within the confines of each
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lifespan. Lo, even as our Great Mother, Elsie, She-Who-Is-And-Shall-
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Forevermore-Be, strives with toil and sweat to protect us; yea the Children of
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the Cow are frail, ephemeral. The arms of our Holy Mother embrace us tightly,
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possessively. But all of us, yea, even he who walks the path of obedience,
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will in our appointed time slip through Her holy hooves, to fall into the quiet
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slumber of death. Each lifespan ends thus this way, as light fades to dark-
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ness, with only the briefest spark preceding the final end. All turns to black
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as the lost one returns again to the Lair.
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The Children of the Cow who are left behind mourn. Thy bitter tears fall
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upon the earth, poisoning it. The Cult processions follow the hearse, that
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grand chariot of the unliving, to that time-honored ritual we call funeral.
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Throughout the ceremony, the cries of the bereaved may be heard. At last the
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body of thy departed Cult member is laid to rest. The corpse is lowered into
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the dark hole, into the holy earth. The Sacred Womb of Our-Mother-Who-Is-The-
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Earth opens to the corpse of thy friend, welcoming it.
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After many moons, the body of thy loved one will return to the natural
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state from whence we all began. From the corpse of thy bosom friend will the
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plants and the trees of the Earth obtain their nourishment. Life from death,
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as death is from life.
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Soon thine eyes will see the holy cows, representatives of God and Goddess
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upon this earth, grazing in the pastures and in the fields. Know thee now, it
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is the body of thy dead friend they are feasting upon. And through them, so is
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true of Bob and Elsie, Most-Revered-Ones-Upon-High.
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The long tongues of the cows reach out, pulling the grass to them. The
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holy tongues caress the stalks of grass, moistening them with their holy
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spittle. The teeth of the holy cows lovingly grind the grass-that-was-they-
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friend. The grass is deposited into their four holy stomachs, repositories of
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All That Is Good.
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Later, the holy ones will lay upon the ground. This act, this ritual,
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places them closer to Our-Mother-Who-Is-The-Earth. The cud that was once thy
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Cultee creeps slowly into their throats, re-entering their mouths. It is now
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that the Sacreds-Upon-Earth perform the magick we all are indebted to them for.
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As they chew the cud, they are experiencing the life, the soul, the essence of
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thy friend. They savor the taste as they slowly chew. Know ye that they taste
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the very being of what was and what shall again be. The very fabric of the
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soul resides for a short while in their sacred mouths.
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Cow and Cultee become one, in a glorious union of body and soul. The Cow
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lifts her head to the sky, and with all the force in her being, breathes out.
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She releases the soul, the essence of thy beloved; and as this soul travels up
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into the heavens, Our-Mother-Who-Is-The-Sky receives it with glad arms. Far
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below, on the Earth from which the soul has just departed, the Cow utters forth
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the most sacred mantra of them all, MOO. Thus is the ritual completed.
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Thou wilt note that the Most Sacred to this enlightened land is Kali, who
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is much like our own precious Goddess. Kali is the Good Mother, and also the
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Bad Mother. She gives birth, She brings forth life; yet it is She who decides
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the lifeline of Her children, it is She who may choose to swallow her babies.
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At the moment of the deaths of each being, Kali-Bob dances wildly,
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enthusiastically, upon the bodies of the dead.
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All is as the Cow decreed. All is good. In death the devotee becomes one
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with the Am. The devotee floats in the infinite blackness of the Void. While
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in that great darkness, the soul waits for room to be made upon Earth so that
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it may live again. Each death upon our Earth means that one being will be
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allowed another lifespan. To live, to love, to learn, to die. Kali-Bob mourns
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the deaths of all Her babes, yet She awaits with outstretched arms the return
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of personalities She has not seen for many countless thousands of moons. In
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Her glee She dances upon the bodies of the dead, to make room for the new. It
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is this dancing which crumbles bodies, turns them again to dust. The holy feet
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of the Goddess are strong, yea, the sacred hooves of the Goddess are sharp.
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While thou still breathe, the Cow in all Her aspects enjoys thy presence,
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celebrates thy being; yet She awaits the return of others She misses. She will
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welcome them upon their arrival, and as she embraces the newly born, she
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releases the newly dead. Kali-Bob, and all we-who-walk-the-Earth, await the
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day when She Herself may be reborn; the day when all again, human and Cow, will
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be one. Cow will unite with Roach, and through Her, we will join with the
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Roach, and be fulfilled in Him. The Am shall again Be. On that day all will
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graze together in the eternal pasture, in peace and in harmony. Long may the
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Cow Song ring clearly, loudly, from the pastures of love.
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Let the Cow be reborn; let the Day be soon. While we wait, let the
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Prophesy of Cow spread throughout the globe, may Her message be brought to all.
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Savor the sweet Earth while thou still walk it, enjoy its fruits and
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essence.
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Breathe deeply of the air of this good Earth, tired souls; breathe deeply.
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Soon will come the Day when none shall die.
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.ooM |(c)1990 cDc communications by Lady Carolin. 12/89-04/03/90-#128
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\_______/|All Rights Pissed Away.
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