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smokingbootToo much stuff to do tomorrow; I was going to list it, but instead I'll copy out a tiny fragment from an interview with Cecil Williamson, proprietor of the Witchcraft Museum in Boscastle. I will use the cut, because the following anecdote might be considered of dubious taste. This will be your only warning!
Cecil died a few years ago, much mourned of the London pagan community because he was delightfully eccentric with funny stories to tell about the Old School, Gardner, Crowley et al. He was also around just when modern paganism was finding its own wild and diverse shapes, though I can't help thinking we've all gone a bit tame since the early 30's.
'...One of the things I got let in for was to do with the Hotel Crystal at Dinard. It was very swagger;life was comfortable there. And they had a room annexe where people could hire it for all sorts of things. There was one group of people who had hired it and they ran this odd thing which was supposed to be a hive-off from the days of one of the French queens who had dairymaids in the Palace gardens at the Tuileries.
They had this room called The Dairy. What it was was a square room with an entrance down some steps. And they had cubicles marked off, draped with very, very fine silk drapes which you could see through (I think the ladies call it toile) like a veil. In the cubicle they had a beam and a post so that you could tie a man up by his two wrists to the top beam and his legs spread out to the posts at the side and they would be shackled. And these idiots would be brought there and tied there. They would have about twelve people in a session: six down each side. And then they had a certain number of ladies and a sort of High Priestess.
When the fun started, trumpets would sound and a group of three maidens would come down and, the long and short of it is, these very pleasant women used to masturbate the idiots who were tied up, and the job I had was to catch the semen in a silver chalice. And this went right the way round and they were all milked and then there came the great thing. They had a tripod and a big elaborate bowl set in it with a bit of a flame underneath. In this bowl there was a liquid and, after the business of 'To the North, To the South, To the East, To the West', I handed over this chalice, saying a few lines. It was then emptied into this bowl, and the next thing was, it was ignited. I suppose the liquid was alcohol or something like that. Anyway, you had to stand well back because the whole thing went up Who-o-o-mph!'
I had no idea masculine secretions could be this potent. Gentlemen, had I known, I would have treated you all with much more respect...
Cecil died a few years ago, much mourned of the London pagan community because he was delightfully eccentric with funny stories to tell about the Old School, Gardner, Crowley et al. He was also around just when modern paganism was finding its own wild and diverse shapes, though I can't help thinking we've all gone a bit tame since the early 30's.
'...One of the things I got let in for was to do with the Hotel Crystal at Dinard. It was very swagger;life was comfortable there. And they had a room annexe where people could hire it for all sorts of things. There was one group of people who had hired it and they ran this odd thing which was supposed to be a hive-off from the days of one of the French queens who had dairymaids in the Palace gardens at the Tuileries.
They had this room called The Dairy. What it was was a square room with an entrance down some steps. And they had cubicles marked off, draped with very, very fine silk drapes which you could see through (I think the ladies call it toile) like a veil. In the cubicle they had a beam and a post so that you could tie a man up by his two wrists to the top beam and his legs spread out to the posts at the side and they would be shackled. And these idiots would be brought there and tied there. They would have about twelve people in a session: six down each side. And then they had a certain number of ladies and a sort of High Priestess.
When the fun started, trumpets would sound and a group of three maidens would come down and, the long and short of it is, these very pleasant women used to masturbate the idiots who were tied up, and the job I had was to catch the semen in a silver chalice. And this went right the way round and they were all milked and then there came the great thing. They had a tripod and a big elaborate bowl set in it with a bit of a flame underneath. In this bowl there was a liquid and, after the business of 'To the North, To the South, To the East, To the West', I handed over this chalice, saying a few lines. It was then emptied into this bowl, and the next thing was, it was ignited. I suppose the liquid was alcohol or something like that. Anyway, you had to stand well back because the whole thing went up Who-o-o-mph!'
I had no idea masculine secretions could be this potent. Gentlemen, had I known, I would have treated you all with much more respect...
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Date: 2004-09-27 07:45 pm (UTC)Some people might even pay good money to erm, "help out" like that... :-)
Hmmm, so how dangerous is it for folk who "have a cigarette afterwards" ?
Smoking?
Date: 2004-09-28 03:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-28 06:54 am (UTC)This goes double if they've ever even heard the words athame or cybele.
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Date: 2004-09-29 10:41 am (UTC)In his genial way, Cecil might have assumed that such people were either prepped for a nad-chopping, or too stupid to allow to breed.
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Date: 2004-09-29 10:43 am (UTC)