The
death kiss of a hungry blade entering flesh. A wound is born, enflaming
Promethean fire. Blood: mirror of life, reflecting birth and mortality,
staining skin in demonic beauty. The fragrance that unleashes primal instincts
and awakens Deep Desire. Omniscience unveiled in liquid books of
ecstasy.
Over the last 6 years I have utilized blood in public rituals with the
Aesthetic Meat Front (A-M-F). Blood, as the key to the unconscious, invoker
of death fear and primal instincts.
There are few experiences that make me feel so alive as the moment when
needles are removed from my head and fresh blood runs down my face. Letting
me comprehend and stand in awe of the gift of life as the blood escapes
my body.
No one is safe during an A-M-F ritual; there is no border between stage
and audience. Everyone becomes a participant and is exposed to the knowledge
of blood, as gallons of animal blood are distributed among the crowd. A
primal revival for those who are willing to open up to the world of red
shadows. Discomfort, confusion and fear for others.
In the rituals of A-M-F, pain, blood, meat and fire serve as form of 'sacrifice'
towards the daimonic self, by creating a link between the mind and the
Deep Desire. Each drop of blood is an invocation of the primal instinct,
celebrating the purity of blood in the tradition of ancient rituals.
Blood sacrifices played an essential part in the life of our ancestors.
The entire globe is stained by blood. It didn't matter if you asked for
rain, a victorious war, or for the sun to return in the morning, blood
was the aphrodisiac to persuade the gods. One of the most significant rituals
in the Norse Religion was the festival at Uppsala in Sweden. Every nine
years, for nine days, one human and a wide variety of animals, including
birds, were to be offered daily. "The sacrifice is as follows: of every
living creature they
offer
nine head(s), and with the blood of those it is the custom to placate the
gods, but the bodies are hanged in a grove which is near the temple; so
holy is that grove to the heathens that each tree in it is presumed to
be divine by reason of the victim's death and putrefaction. There also
are dogs and horses hang along with men." 1
The 'Blood Eagle' was one of most poetic forms of ritual violence in Norse
religion. High ranking enemies where sacrificed to Odhinn. Their ribcages
were hacked open on each side of the spine, so that the lungs could be
torn out to resemble the eagle.
In Crete, the celestial bull was appeased by the lives of a dozen virgins
yearly.
China's ancestral spirits had an appetite for beheaded war prisoners, especially
during the Shang dynasty, which is considered as bloodthirsty as the Aztec
era.
In honor of the Aztec's earth mother goddess Teteoinnan, a woman's skin
was peeled off and carried to a temple. The priest then wore her skin in
order to become the goddess herself. The sacrifice for the sun god Huitzilopochtli
was held on the top of the 'great pyramid'. A captured warrior was bound
spread eagle over the sacrificial stone. Five priests held his limbs and
his head, while a sixth cut open the victims ribcage with an obsidian knife,
removed his heart, and held it towards the sun. After this the priest would
take some blood and smear it on the lips of a statue that resembled the
sun god. The dead warrior's heart was put in a bowl beneath the statue.
The extinct body was then decapitated and flung down the stairs of the
pyramid while his spirit joined the sun.
The drive for the blood thirst of the Aztecs was "Tonally"(animating
spirit), the energy that keeps the universe in motion. This energy is the
essential nourishment of the gods. The core source of this alluring energy
is the nectar of life. Human blood radiates with this animating spirit.
The "Tonally" of the Aztecs fits well into the orgone concept of Wilhelm
Reich. Orgone is a life energy comparable with od, chi, prana or aether,
which Reich discovered during microscopical experiments with ameba. At
later research with blood samples Wilhem Reich found a high concentration
of orgone within the red blood cells. Under the microscope he observed
orgone as a blue glow around living blood cells. 2 This energy and its
history makes blood the perfect catalyst for the mind. The vividness of
blood has also deep psychological roots, especially when it comes to the
act of bloodletting. By using your own blood you create a link between
your subconscious and the numinous world of endless realities. The sole
act of bloodletting is a ritual in itself, prodigious enough to easily
send you into a state of neither/neither (in-betweenness/or a form
of trance). Steel in your hand, a hand that inflicts pain upon its own
flesh. A blade enters your body, splitting the flesh open, gushing with
blood, invoking images of an ejaculating cunt. The sight of blood leaving
your body awakens nightmares of your own fatality, a fear is conquered,
skin bejeweled with new patterns. You have become the Lord of your temple
of meat.
Unfortunately the sexual aspect of bloodletting has lost some of its power
due to its popularity in mainstream gothic culture and the de-sensitizing
that comes with it. Hollywood teases you with artificial blood, preying
upon your instincts. You become the victim on the other side of the screen,
exited by the sight of movie blood, ravenous for ecstasy, yet never satisfied
- this red screen can't cure the numbness that the anticipation for blood
promised to take away. At the end you're more de-sensitized than before.
The smell of blood is not penetrating your brain; you can't feel it running
down your throat still warm and full of life. Your eyes do not reflect
its fury. It is not on your hands, dripping down your fingers. Neither
is it leaving your open wounds. Nothing is real - no one dies and no one
feels alive. "Living" in a culture wasteland that has become a graveyard
to spirituality, it is now more than ever our obligation to realize the
necessity to cleanse our minds in blood. Unless we want to join humanity's
celebration of its own de-volution, we must defend our mind and unleash
the beast within us, so it may slay the vulture that feast's on the flesh
of our souls.
There
are endless ways to dive into this purifying vortex of blood. Saddam
Hussein gave his blood over a period of 3 years to a team of calligraphers
to paint the Koran with his blood (BBC).
Catholic nuns and monks prefer to flagellate themselves until their backs
are drenched in blood (seems red wine is no substitute for blood). Artists
like Herman Nitsch, Ron
Athey, Gina
Pane, Diamanda Galas, Stelarc,
(to name but a few) all utilize the sharpness of blood in their own unique
ways to force their message beneath the skin of the audience. Gnostic sects
used lunar or menstrual blood as the sacred ingredient in magic recipes;
mixed with sperm it was baked into a host (a consecrated wafer), for a
kiss of auto-cannibalism. Menstrual flux sticks to the hands and
thighs of Taoist alchemists and stains the books of Aleister Crowley. The
red moon transforms bed sheets into altar cloths and adorns temple walls
with her distinctive power. With this I lay my pen into the hand that bleeds
me so well, the hand of a scarlet woman willing to exhume her lunar secrets.
Continued
by Patricia Cram
The
Blood of the Sirens
1. "Magistri Adam Bremensis Gesta Hammaburgensis
ecclesiae pontificum". Adam of Bremen. Bishop of
Hamburg, 1069.
2 www.orgonelab.org/wrhistory.htm
www.orgone.org
