https://youtu.be/XEsHXj8_pCY Alt audio, remastered
Early on I learned to fear the night. The voices they heard when I was alone in my room in the dark were ignored. I told them about the hooded apparitions at the foot of my bed, the scratching inside my pillow and the incessant nightmares. My dog wouldn’t even go in that room. When I woke up on the floor with a broken collar bone I was taken to the doctor, put in a cast and sent to school.
Seduced by hedonism and lost in the labyrinth of materialism I would later forget. I became a landscape designer by day and a bouncer in the toughest bars in the New York City area by night. I met her there, the one the Jews call Lilith and the Pagans Freyja. As noted by no less a scientist than C. G. Jung in his prologue for Miguel Serrano’s book The Visits of the Queen of Sheba she’s very real: “clearly discernible, but the least similar to the spontaneous products of the Unconscious with which I am familiar…”
She is the muse of the sirens and the seduction of the flesh, the whore and the holy one of The Thunder, Perfect Mind. Cursed to wander through time in the brothels of man she carries with her the keys to the kingdoms of Heaven and Hell. As Jung said you cannot marry her and by her own admission she is cruel. She told me herself they call her a demon and curiosity kills if you can’t read the signs. Its twilight now, “shadows of the evening crawl across the years.” Darkness falls…