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Birth of Goatboy, Part Two
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BIRTH OF GOATBOY pt 2
On the night of the Half Moon in September, I
felt the pull to go to him even though it wasn't
Thursday. There was an intense lightning storm,
but oddly, no rain. I entered the field. He was
at the opposite end. As I took my clothes off, he
stood on his hind legs and did some sort of dance.
I in turn went down on all fours, stepping around
the pasture, dancing goat dances, spiraling inward
'til our foreheads met, paused, moved side to side
in a 69 fashion and continued a circular movement,
counter clockwise. The lightning was silent, the
farmer's family was gone, never once did a car go
by, and except for us the world seemed frozen, as
if to allow this event to proceed without
molestation.
We both stood up and embraced. Our erections
touched. He shot on my chest and anointed me. I
then looked up at his face. The lightning had
distorted it into a grotesque Satyr-Pan visage
momentarily. He said, "NOW! It is time for you to
be born, it is time for you to die. Surrender your
fear and all you have learned to be, all that has
been, all the pain men and women have inflicted on
thee."
He sat me down Indian style, turned around and
lowered himself right down on my cock and began a
gentle rocking motion, I knew I had come to
another gate. The lightning quit, the clouds broke
up, revealing the moon. He brought his head back,
pointed his snout straight skyward. I then felt a
mist swirl around us, starting from the ground and
slowly spiraling upward, again in counter clockwise
direction. I was terrified. I felt death very
near. I've passed through the gate now I can't go
back, that would be certain death. Through this
mist of swirling energy I began to see a great
monolith out in the field. I heard the
bourdonement of pipes and flute, then drumming. I
saw men dancing about the stone naked, then some
came in animal skins and feathers, real animals
began to join, goats, deer, wild boar, bear, wolf,
and a raven was perched at the top of the monolith.
They began a bizarre dance their forms merged into
half-man and half-beast, none was discernible. At
that moment I shot. I felt our spirits ripped out
of our bodies and flung far out into the cosmos to
mingle together, after that I lost consciousness.
When I came to, I was lying curled up beside him.
I hugged him, but he seemed oblivious to my
presence. I walked back to where I'd parked the
truck. Dizzy and somewhat disoriented, I managed
to make it back to the Commune. Two days later, I
went to see him and he had completely vanished. My
ecstasy turned to despair. Friction was growing
between myself and the faeries. I finally bought my
own land and left in Sept. of 91.
After that experience, I had changed deep
within and it showed. Whenever I would go to any
kind of social function, I was always greeted with
fear and discomfort. Once at a bar, I was even
asked if I had slept with Satan. (Well, I guess in
a christian sense, I have!) I tried doing Pan
rituals during Radical Faerie gatherings. They
were very powerful, but they were always disrupted.
My despair and anger was growing. At one point I
wanted to leave the area all together. That night
I saw Booger in a vision, the first of many, each a
major story in themselves. He claimed to be PAN
himself and that he had made me one of his goat
children, and that I was marked for this at birth.
He also said that there was going to be a major
upheaval in gay culture and that I have a role in
this somehow. "Tis better to be a Goat In my
Pasture than a Sheep amongst the Christians!", he
said to me. I don't fully understand what this
means or what I'm to do other than awaken satyr
spirits. But it seems that I must stay here for a
while.
Ruttingly,
Goatboy
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