nebris: (The Temple 2)
neb.ris (neb'ris), n. a fawn skin as worn in Grecian mythology by Dionysus and his followers, and as worn in his honor by his priests and votaries of ancient Greece.
[< L < Gk: fawn-skin; akin to nebros fawn]

"I am not an Atheist. I am not a Pacifist. I am not a Liberal. I am a madman from the desert who has been given the Vision of a Global Amazon Republic founded upon and operated through a Revealed Feminist Spirituality that worships The Goddess in all of Her Aspects and every single day I do something that brings the manifestation of that Vision closer to fruition. That such will mean the end of me and my brothers is of no concern to me as I Know when the time comes we shall all Ride The Wheel back here to live as Sisters among Sisters." ~Michael Varian Daly

"It is no measure of good health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society." ~Krishnamurti

"There is no doubt that healthy-mindedness is inadequate as a philosophical doctrine, because the evil facts which it refuses positively to account for are a genuine portion of reality; and they may after all be the best key to life's significance, and possibly the only openers of our eyes to the deeper levels of truth." ~William James

“The only interesting answers are those which destroy the questions.” ~Susan Sontag

"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has." ~Margaret Mead

"Live as though the day were here." ~Friedrich Nietzsche

"The natural superiority of women is a biological fact, and a socially acknowledged reality." ~Ashley Montagu

"Those who wish to achieve things should do so without mercy." ~Chānakya

"Hence it comes about that all armed Prophets have been victorious, and all unarmed Prophets have been destroyed." ~Niccolo Machiavelli

"Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. Begin it now." ~Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~I have said many times over the years that Adolf Hitler is “the most important Spiritual Teacher of the 20th Century”, a statement which left upon its on will obviously bring all manner of screaming and gnashing of teeth. But bear me if you will. Also please keep in mind that everything I speak of relates to the building of The Sisterhood.

I could go on and on about how all the 'Great Men' who were his contemporaries have turned out to be not so great. Churchill was a racist and Imperialist to the bone. FDR put American citizens in concentration camps simply because of their race. Gandhi was both racist and misogynist to extreme degrees. Eisenhower is about the only one who gets off with a fairly clean bill of moral health.

But this is not about 'rehabilitating' Hitler. This about looking at what he Taught us. I will make this brief and mention only his one single overarching Lesson out of all his Lessons, nearly everyone of which was Dark and Harsh. Note that those are usually the Most Profound Lessons, the ones where you, The Student, get the living shit kicked out of you. Such has always been my experience.

So....

The Most Important Lesson that Adolf Hitler taught us is this: he showed us in great detail and with no filters exactly what a genuinely Masculinist Modern State would look and act like.

Let me say that again....

The Most Important Lesson that Adolf Hitler taught us is this: he showed us in great detail and with no filters exactly what a genuinely Masculinist Modern State would look and act like.

The Third Reich was veritably steeped in testosterone, to the point of being quite homoerotic. Its ideology and imagery scream Male Power. Google 'Third Reich' images and that will jump out at you. Nazi Germany shows what happens when a pure Masculine Ideology gains total power. For The Sisterhood, there can be no more Important Spiritual Lesson, that when The Male gains Total Power, Terror Reigns, hundreds of cities burn and tens of millions die.

And I will leave that there for y'all to contemplate.....
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~Eva, First High Priestess of The Sisterhood of The Pentavalent, had slept restlessly. Since her spine had been repaired, she could sleep on her side again, though her breasts would always be too big for her to sleep on her belly. She had tossed and turned for hours, drifting in and out. Anca and Chrissy, the two of her Wives sharing the Big Bed tonight, a double California King, had moved over earlier.

Around 2am, she gave up, got out of bed, put on an ivory colored silk robe. Two pretty young men, her Body Servants who slept at the foot of the bed, came to alertness, looked up expectantly. They both wore Collars with The Sisterhood's Sigil at the throat. Eva smiled and put a finger to her lips. They nodded, smiled sleepily, lay down again. She regarded her soundly sleeping Wives with an soft envious smile, then went out on the Master Bedroom's balcony.

It was a cool spring evening in SoCal. The Mansion's sprawling vastness sat atop a large hill up in the canyons of Beverly Hills, which provided Eva with a panoramic view of Century City. Fog shrouded half of Los Angeles. She took in a deep breath of the moist night air.

Though is was the middle of the night, The Mansion, being an SH/HQ, was still busy. Laundry being done, food being prepared, equipment being maintained, and down below, business being conducted. She did her best to put that all out of her mind.

Eva stood there standing in the dark for about a half an hour. Part of her regretted she didn't smoke any more. Then she went into her private office and checked SH's internal comnet to see if Nebris was awake up in the High Desert Karaal. It being the middle of night, of course he was.

He grinned at her from the monitor. “Can't sleep, Your Grace?”

She knew he was teasing her by using the Formal Address and bared her teeth at him. “Smart ass,” she said.

He laughed. “You know why, babe. Go check up on her.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “You know me too well.”

He blew her a kiss. “That's why you keep me around.”

She blew a kiss back at him, logged off, left the office, headed for her personal elevator. Once inside, she pressed 'B2'.

Below The Mansion was an extensive underground complex, all built in secret. Beverly Hills rested upon bedrock so earthquakes didn't have the same impact there as the rest of LA.

Basement One was garage with separate vehicle elevator, plus several ramps leading to garages of SH owned 'family' homes surrounding The Mansion which were also defensive strong points. The Sisters used those when they needed to come and go in secret, which was fairly often.

Basement Three was a vast storage space full of supplies and connected the Basement Three Annex, which held a Thorium Reactor with massive two water cisterns on either side. That reactor could power The Mansion for twenty years without refueling. The cisterns and the Mansion's recycling system could provide water for over a year.

Eva had a tour of that level just once and had Bunker nightmares for days.

Basement Two was SH's operational center with offices and a large server farm. The ceilings were a little over 300 centimeters, painted with pastels, with soft lighting so as to ease claustrophobia. Eva had made sure of that.

The elevator opened onto small foyer with landscape murals. To the right was a large office area with dozens of bubble shaped 'cubicles'. There was always activity as SH ran various global operations from here.

To the left the wall continued, with several doors to private offices. About half were with open with their lights on. Down at the end were a pair of double doors. That was Eva's destination.

As she walked toward those doors, she heard all the activity taking place; many languages being spoken, laughter, music playing, a few angry conversations, some of the cubicles had their curtains drawn. All of those Sisters ignored her.

The Sisters in the offices nodded their heads formally as she walked past, then continued with their work. Eva gave each one a small nod of acknowledgment in return.

She reached the double doors and dramatically threw them open to reveal...a large cafeteria.

About a dozen or so Sisters are clustered here and there in small groups talking, or singly, eating and reading. As Eva came through the doors they all stopped and begin to rise. But she smiled and waved them to sit, then proceeded to the food counter. It is classic cafeteria, having a glass front displaying everything from hot food to desserts.

Behind the counter a short slim man stepped up. He was in his 40's, had a shaved head covered by a classic white paper 'server's hat' and a Collar with the SH Sigil at the throat. He wore the white uniform of a food worker, which also had the SH Sigil on its breast. He bowed and then smiled knowingly at Eva. “How may I be of Service, Your Grace?”

Eva grinned. “Black Forest cake.”

“Always, Your Grace,” he said with a happy chirp.

“With a glass of milk,” Eva said. “But first I must attended to something.”

“I Serve at your pleasure, Mistress,” he said and bowed deeply.

She turned, headed toward a heavy door on the other side of the cafeteria.

~*~

The room was large, quiet, dimly lit, full of conventional cubicles, each with a very large monitor. Half of them were occupied, each Sister attending watching the monitor closely, occasionally speaking softly into her headset mic.

Eva walked directly to one of the cubicles. Sitting there was Gemma, a cute redhead with freckles. She wore flip-flops, dark sweats and a black sport shirt with the SH Sigil above the pocket.

She acknowledged Eva with a nod, but remained focused upon the monitor.

“How is she doing?” Eva asked softly.

Gemma out her hand over the mic. “She's just finished, Your Grace,” she said just as softly, her English accent quite distinct.

The monitor showed a four way split screen of a luxury hotel room. On the bed lay an older man face down. If not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, he'd appear dead.

Sitting naked at the vanity was a petite young brunette brushing her hair. She had a number of welts across her back. The closeup frame of her pretty heart shaped face showed large wide eyes, a strong nose and a mouth set in an insolent smirk.

“She took him to town, Your Grace,” Gemma said with a grin.

Eva smiled back at her. “Dear Em.”

She'd been worried. This was the first time Em had been back in the field in eighteen months. And she was still nursing her first Daughter, though that did make her tits very ripe.

“Her driver is waiting downstairs,” said Gemma. “I'll let you know when she's away.”

“Thank you, Gemma,” Eva said with a gentle smile.

Gemma dipped her head. “I live to Serve, Your Grace.”

“Your Service is Blessed, my Sister,” Eva replied.

~*~

Eva sat in the cafeteria with a small group of Sisters. One of them was describing the odd habits of a particular Daddy. The Counterman came up, placed a slice of Black Forest cake and a glass of milk in front of Eva, bowed deeply, then withdrew.

The Sister telling the story looked at Eva and the cake. Eva grinned. “Go right ahead. Remember, I'm an old hand in the Sugar Bowl,” she said, then shoved a forkful of cake in her mouth.

The Sisters all nodded, grinned, and the tale teller continued on...
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~The Primary Long Term Goal of The Sisterhood [SH] is the creation of a Transhumanist Amazon Republic aka a New Matriarchy. This envisions Females aka Sisters to be optimized etc via genetic engineering and cybernetic augmentation, while Baseline Human Males are eliminated through lack of births and natural attrition. Sisters will bear their Daughters live, with the birthing process eased and enhanced by cybernetic augmentation. Live birthing, shared nursing and collective child raising will create a deep psycho-biologic bond among all Sisters, one that will ultimately be reinforced by Neural Interconnectivity, aka 'cybernetic telepathy’,

These Sisters will constituent an elite Ruling Class because, as our Basic Tenets state, “We Believe that the Male of our species, individually and collectively, is too aggressive, unstable, and Ego driven” and that “only the Female of our species, individually and collectively, has the proper Nature and Temperament to accomplish the above tasks and pursue the above goals and that therefore the Female of our species must become Paramount.” [see The Basic Tenets for details of those tasks and goals]

SH will also create a whole series of genetically engineered Servitors, based upon Male DNA, all extensively modified to be SH's Working Class. This Servitor class will be birthed from uterine replicators and have neural control implants even before birth. They will be generated solely by a single State Ministry, which will maintain ownership of them. Individuals, groups and organizations may lease Servitors, but said leases will specifically determine proper treatment and will be strictly enforced.

This Servitor Class will have as many subtypes as are required and each will be programed to find pleasure in accomplishing his task, so no coercion will be required nor will it be tolerated. These various Servitors will be supplemented with robots, but only in a few cases. It is easier to 'downgrade' the biological than to upgrade the purely cybernetic and less resource intensive to produce as Servitors will by grown, not constructed. Thus, the age old problem of Labor will be solved

On a related note, SH is strongly opposed to 'hard’ AI as such constitutes an extreme existential threat to the Human Species in whatever form we take. But SH does understand the need for 'soft’ AI, but only under the very strictest of controls.

In the lead-up to all of this, Sisters are able to join SH by Pledging themselves to Goddess and SH. In addition, Males can become part of SH by fully submitting to one or more SH Sisters, or to SH Itself, within the context of the BDSM paradigm. This interim phase is governed by the rules of Gynofascism.

Once SH is fully established, Baseline Females will always be welcome to take Modification and Augmentation in order to join SH. Baseline Males will have the option of being 'converted' to one of the higher end Servitor Classes. Baseline Humans of either gender who do not wish to be part of SH will be comfortably supported in exchange for sterilization and the harvesting of their DNA etc.

See Liber Sorores: The Book of The Sisters

I should reblog this at least once a week.
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~Had a number of personal 'shocks to the system' this past week. None major, but cumulatively they knocked the shit out of me. Not going to relate details, but they covered childhood trauma trigger, money issues trigger, mortality issues, excessive heat and a general fear of loss. Just got over being sick earlier – profound exhaustion and the spins – and tbh I'm still no prize in the general well being dept.

It hasn't helped that I spent the past few hours 'following the news' from my various sources. That always taxes my Faith. I worry that I'm simply too late and that The Sisterhood will not have the time and space needed to get off the ground. I suppose I'm more obsessive than fanatic. A fanatic would have no doubts.

I found myself wishing I'd met our High Priestess a decade ago. The problem there is that she was only nine years old back then. And the woman who I'd originally asked to be HP a decade ago, who had in fact started me on this Path and inspired so many details of SH, she turned out to be a short sighted petite bourgeois [redacted expletive]. But like so many other Americans, she is a slave to the Cult of Individualism. Her grandchild are going to pay a price for that. And yes, I'm still bitter about that and have lost all respect for her.

So, here I am, bitching and moaning on the Internet in the middle of the night like I have for the past sixteen plus years. At least the completion of our Holy Book/How To Manual is realistically in sight. No small feat I have to admit, however grudgingly.

I suppose I should express Gratitude for having Companionship, a roof over my head and food in fridge, though I really need to go shopping soon. But it's gonna be 110° today, so that ain't happening until tomorrow.

And there you have it....
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~I was just speaking to Her Grace, FHP/SH, and I said to her, “It's not even that I'm all that altruistic. I want the species to survive and for that The Female must Dominate.” And I believe with a total and complete conviction that The Sisterhood is the best Path forward for that to happen in the most effective manner. It is really that simple.
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~I've been at the Prophet racket for over twenty one years now and as you might expect, I've gotten a whole lotta bullshit along the way.

Death threats, of course. Pretty standard among the pinky dicked low brow scum who call themselves Christians and/or patriots. But The Sisterhood [SH] is not non-violent and this household has always been armed, so those spineless fuckers never showed up.

I've been called a pedophile as well - always a good 'go to' accusation to 'demonize' someone - as I have always talked to teenage girls about SH as this is all about their future. Note that our High Priestess was still 17 when we first started talking.

The one that is both my fav and the most annoying is that I'm 'on drugs'. Well, yes, for Depression and Diabetes, and a fair amount of ibuprofen as my old carcass hurts a lot. The 'annoying part' is that I've been Sober in The 12 Steps since Oct 17th, 1995 and I work hard to remain so.

And yes, that I'm 'crazy' and the idea of a New Matriarchy as presented in the Liber Sorores is 'ridiculous' and 'absurd'. Yes, almost as 'ridiculous' and 'absurd' as the little Jewish cult centered on a martyred slave god seemed to Second Century Rome. Really, where was that nonsense ever gonna go? LOL

But hey, I got nothing better do, right? Crazy fat old man living with a crazy old cat lady [and lots of cats] in doublewide in a mobile home park full of poor Whites and Latinos out in Bumfuck Nowhere, USA. [well, this IS the Desert, classic 'prophet turf'] Might as well just keep scribbling and babbling.

Speaking of 'scribbling', I am making decent progress on the Women's Shelter's portion of Part Five. Goddess willing, the Liber will be published this Autumn.

...and so it is.
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~A few days ago I wrote the following, “I never wanted to be a 'guru'. It's a brutal and heartbreaking Path and usually ends in failure and a lonely or violent death.” Grim, but not really all that pessimistic if one honestly reviews the historical record. Prophets are usually hated in their own times and tend to die unheeded.

The past day or so I have been under the weather and tired and that always gets me all emo and shit. I whine and cry and beat my breast...and then I get past that and keep on.

I expect I shall do that again. I'm already half way there. And at the moment I'm really fucking tired. I should have slept six or seven hours, but only managed three.

So now of course all my fears and self doubt are crawling out the woodwork and clawing at me. I've wept a few times, fallen deep into despair and self pity. [I fucking hate self pity!!]

I'm also washing my bed linen and plan to wash my hair. [waaaay overdue] And I'm blathering here into this desk top file. Not much else I can do right now. Too tired to really focus on any serious writing and I don't feel like watching any of the shows I've got downloaded. [a fuckton tbh]

I'm sorta stalled right there...so I'll shut up now...

PS Mercury goes Direct tomorrow.
nebris: (The Temple 2)
“The most brilliant propagandist technique will yield no success unless one fundamental principle is borne in mind constantly - it must confine itself to a few points and repeat them over and over.” ~Dr. Joseph Goebbels

SH Propaganda Point #1: Patriarchy is destroying the world and therefore must itself be destroyed.

SH Propaganda Point #2: Men will never willingly give their power to women, so Sisters must take it, by whatever means necessary.

SH Propaganda Point #3: Sex is the most powerful weapon women possess. Use it mercilessly.

SH Propaganda Point #4: When Men sense they are losing, they will fall back upon violence, so be prepared to meet Male violence with equal or greater violence.
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~The section on Women's Shelters is one of the few left to be 'fleshed out' in Part Five: “Building a New Matriarchy – Tactical Initiatives” of the Liber Sorores. I do have several hand written pages on the subject, but they are in a box buried on our storage space and I won't be getting at them any time soon. So I have to dig them out of my memory instead.

At present Part Five says, “The Sisterhood create a network of shelters and housing for women [for non-Temple members and not related to the residences listed above]. This will include at least one large overnight shelter with support facilities, various shelters for battered women, addicted women, and multi-year transitional living programs. We will also get into the permanent housing business, through Section 8 and/or whatever programs are available.”

Also note that Part Five states early on that "The Sisterhood's first project is a Women's Drop-In Center. The drop-in center would be a converted store front or other street level former business space. It would clearly be ‘faith based’ and staffed by members of The Sisterhood trained in its operation. The Center will provide the following:

~a safe place for homeless women to be during the day
~two free meals a day, breakfast and lunch
~a mail drop
~shower and laundry facilities
~a nap room
~references to social services, to mental health and drug counseling [these reference services would also be available to non-homeless women 'in need'], and to transitional housing"


I wrote that over a decade ago. My own time homeless showed me first hand that it is especially hard on women. It can break them far worse than it usually breaks men. And most who end up homeless are usually broken in some way or another by the time they end up 'outside'.

A lot of what in spoken of in the Liber Sorores is about an elite of powerful high functioning Sisters. But The Sisterhood cannot forget our wounded and damaged Sisters out on the streets or trapped in destructive relationships. Most of them will probably never be part of SH per se, but the SH Oath of Initiation says 'to show Love and Compassion with all Sisters' and that Pledge must be honored.

So, I created a file and have the following categories listed:
Day Time Drop-Ins:
Big Shelters:
Transitional Shelters:
Specialized Shelters:
Permanent Housing:


Now I just have to Face The Page again...
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~I am both happy and frustrated. Happy because this last week, for all its upsets, has seen a set of major moves forward for The Sisterhood. Frustrated because, for Operational Security reasons, I cannot even hint at what they are.

Granted, such shall be revealed in the fullness of time, but for now...shhhhh

..and so it is.
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~I felt like I should be speaking about my Faith and my Patience and so on…but I’m really not in the fucking mood.

I looked back under my old Live Journal tag ‘most humans are vile ignorant scum’ and found “Her Prophet Blah Blah” from Jan 18th, 2011, to wit:

~I am a venomous and hostile son-of-a-bitch and usually filled with a deep loathing and profound contempt for the vast majority of my fellow humans. Though I have asked E many times – and She has answered as many – most of the time I still find myself mystified as to why She choose me to follow this Path. On Good Days, it seems like a Redemption. On Bad Days, like a Punishment. But on the rest of the days it seems like there is precious little difference between those two conditions and all of that rather subjective.

It’s always a Lesson I suppose. *sigh* /end

These past few days is has seemed like those ‘latter days’ where there is ‘precious little difference between those two conditions’…and that has left me exhausted, sad and yet weirdly hopeful.

My Doubt and my Faith seem to be mud-wrestling, my sanity is in question and once again I am fearful that I simply do not have what it takes to 'stay the course’. But on the other hand, I am solidly into my twenty first year on this part of this Path and that should tell all of us something about my tenacity and outright fanaticism.

PS The other day, I wrote an angry note to Kat, who started me on this Path when I was seventeen and who should have become The Sisterhood’s High Priestess a half dozen years ago. But she turned out to be weak and shallow and too self-centered, so I just told her to fuck off.

Cleaning house….
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~Given that I am an admittedly fanatic proponent of Female Supremacy, it is entirely understandable that one would think me a sexually submissive male...and one would be totally wrong. I am in fact an aggressive and dominant Sexual Sadist, what is called a Bondage Master. I take great pleasure from inflicting sexual pain, though my own tastes run purely to Masochists who themselves take pleasure from soaking up that manner of punishment.

But that is why, my Sisters, when I tell you all these harsh truths about my Brothers, you really need to believe me. I think just like them and have seen the kind of world that thinking has produced. I simply have had a Spiritual Awakening and am now more concerned with the survival of our species rather than the needs of my own still Beloved Cock. [being old helps]

However, such has not change my nature one wit. If anything, that has sharpened it...and part of my Work is to show you, my Sisters, exactly how you need to handle my Brothers if you wish to make this world safe for yourselves and your Daughters. And trust me, that is not through 'peace, love and understanding'.

It is via The Boot and The Whip, things my Brothers understand on a visceral level. My Sisters, only when you have completely sexually dominated them via their Reptile Brains will your Path to Power truly unfold before you...

...and so it is.
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~The late winter rains were coming down hard. Erika watched them spatter against the reinforced French doors of her private office and sighed. She'd had a long day dealing with the usual crises that came with Monsoon Season in SoCal. She was safe and dry here in The Sisterhood's fortress Security Headquarters high up along the crest of the Santa Monica Mountains, but the winter storms created problems for Sisterhood operations throughout the rest of the city and as SH Security Chief, those were her problems, too.

She had most of them handled and had finally relaxed for a bit when her door chimed.

“Come in!” she snapped rather more harshly than she planned.

The door opened and she was relieved to see it was Saramina, her newest trainee assistant, tall, tan, with long dark hair, which she now wore up. Erika had only just taken her to bed a week ago. Everyone who applied for the position knew that Mistress Erika would seduce them, so don't sign up if you're not prepared for that.

Given the legends around her, the waiting list to be Mistress Erika's assistant was quite long.

Erika smiled at her, noted she was carrying a good sized package. “And what do you have there?”

Saramina smiled, bowed her head slightly. “It comes from the Special Biologicals Bureau, your Grace.” She placed the package on Erika's desk, waited.

Erika distractedly waved her hand at the nearest chair, focused her attention on the package. Saramina sat.

The package had a holomessage strip attached. Erika pressed her right thumb on it, activating the thing. It glowed and projected a hologram in the air just over the package, the head of a dark skinned woman with a blonde buzz cut. She looked all business.

“Greetings, Your Grace,” the projection said. “I am Doctor Aurora Kidane, assistant director of the Special Biologicals Bureau. This package contains your personal Mark Six Bioform Phallus, Detachable. It has been fully tested and is ready for general use. This particular Mark Six is of course made from your DNA and will work only with your body.”

“Well, fuck me,” Erika muttered. “The old bastard has kept his promise.”

The projection continued. “The Mark Six is inside its nutrient container, which, like the Mark Six, is keyed to respond to your DNA only. Inside the package you will find a full set of operating instructions. If you have any problems or questions, please contact me. Blessings upon you, your Grace.” The projection faded.

Saramina stirred. “Your Grace,” she said, her voice a whisper. “Is that a Bitch Rod?”

Erika gave her a wicked grin. “Yes, my dear. It seems so. Would you like to help me break it in?”

Saramina flushed a deep red. “Oh yes, Mistress,” she said in a husky tone.

“Good,” Erika said. “Seal the door and block all non-emergency messages.”

Erika pressed her right thumb to the strip and the package opened to reveal an egg-like container that appeared to be ceramic, its surface a swirl of pastel colors. On its top was a diaphragm portal. Next to that was another holomessage strip. Erika keyed it.

For the next few minutes the hologram played, showing in minuet detail the nature and function of the Mark Six. Erika and Saramina watched in quiet amazement. When it was finished, they were both very quiet.

“Well,” Erika said finally. “That was something.”

“Yes,” said Saramina in an even more soft whisper.

They looked at each other and grinned like naughty children. Erika pulled off her pants and panties, while Saramina began to undress entirely. As was Sisterhood custom, they were both clean shaven.

Naked below the waist, Erika placed her thumb on the diaphragm portal, which fanned open, revealing a mass of bright and moist pink tissue. Within a second or so, a phallic glans emerged through the pink mass. Erika grasped it firmly, but gently, and withdrew the entire thing.

The first two thirds of the thing looked like a normal uncircumcised human penis when almost entirely tumescent, in this instance about eight inches in length and two and half inches in girth. It glistened with the residual moistness of the nutrient fluid.

Where it differed was at the other end. At the base of that first eight inches curved 'pad' that projected from the shaft. It was of the same tissue, but there was cartilage beneath the skin, flexible, but strong. Its shape was near vertical 'above' the shaft, but almost a crescent curve 'below', both edges being soft and rounded.

Past that 'pad' the shaft continued for another five inches with a very different knobby texture and a kind of bulged tapering.

Erika laughed. “It looks like a large purple pickle.” Saramina giggled uncontrollably.

Erika gave her a wicked grin. “On your knees,” she commanded. Saramina sobered, inhaled deeply and knelt before Erika.

Erika stood with her legs apart and Saramina quickly moved her face between Erika's thighs and began licking. Erika gasped slightly. After just a few moments she stroked Saramina's hair. “That's good,” she said.

Erika squatted slightly, opening up her thighs a bit more. Grasping the 'cock' end of the shaft, she guided the 'knobby' end to her vaginal lips and then slipped the thing up inside of her.

Triggered by contact with her own now increasing vaginal secretions, it immediately began to attach itself, micro-fine tendrils extending, seeking matching tissue. Erika gasped as they pierced into her flesh, stinging and tingling. As she got the far end all the way up into her vaginal canal, the pad secured itself onto her labia and clitoris and sealed itself into her skin, the tendrils penetrating into her lips and clit.

She swayed a bit, the sensations making her dizzy.

Saramina looked alarmed. “Are you okay?” she asked, frowning.

Erika steadied herself, got a funny little smile. “Yes...I think so.” She shook herself a bit. “This feels...really fucking weird.”

Saramina didn't respond. She was too distracted by watching Erika's new 'cock' growing to full tumescence, the glans completely emerging from the foreskin. “Fuck,” she whispered.

Erika looked down at her new...'appendage'. “Fuck,” she whispered slightly louder than Saramina. Then got a wicked grim, looked at Saramina. “You know what to do,” she said with more than a hint of command.

Saramina smiled with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, then leaned forward and took the thing in her mouth.

Erika shuddered, gasped loudly. “Ohshitfuckme!” she exclaimed.

Saramina pulled back abruptly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes! Yes!” Erika said breathlessly. “Keep going,” she said with urgency.

Saramina leaned forward again, once more taking Erika's 'cock' into her mouth.

Erika hissed, “Yesssss...” and put her hand on Saramina's head, pushing her down. Saramina now began to move her mouth and lips on the shaft with more confidence and vigor. Erika moaned and gasped, slowly thrusting her hips back and forth.

Saramina pulled back, took Erika's 'cock' out of her mouth. Erika looked down at her with an expression of both lust and concern. “What's the matter, darling?”

Saramina blushed, smiled shyly. “I've never sucked a cock before,” she said softly.

Erika grinned widely, pulled Saramina to her feet, kissed her deeply, passionately, then said, “Darling, you're a natural cocksucker.”

They both laughed loudly, then Saramina dropped back to her knees and began sucking Erika's 'cock' with enthusiasm. Erika's moans and gasps got very loud and intense. After several minutes of that she pushed Saramina off and down unto the thick Persian rug that covered the floor.

Erika climbed on top of Saramina, kissed her. “You ready, girl?” she rasped.

Saramina was near ecstatic. “Yes, Mistress,” she growled, “Fuck me with your cock!”

They both laughed at that. Erika knew what to do. She'd used strap-ons many times. She pulled Saramina's legs apart, held the shaft of her 'cock', then slowly slide it into her warm deep wetness. She began to shudder a bit as she did so. This feeling was new.

When Erika had fully entered her, they both let out a long deep sigh, unaware they'd been holding their breath.

“Ohhhh, this is sooo nice,” Erika coo'd, holding herself in place.

“Oh, yes,” said Saramina softly. “Much better than a strap-on.

Erika got an evil smile. “This is how men maintained control for so long.” Then she pulled it out a few inches and thrust back in. Saramina gasped with pleasure.

They looked into each others eye, smiled. “Death to Patriarchy,” Erika said. Their smiles widened. “Death to Patriarchy!” Saramina yelled.

Then Erika began to fuck her in earnest, thrusting in and out rigorously. Saramina clutched her tightly, thrusting her hips back against Erika's fucking just as hard, had the first of her many orgasms.

After a few minutes Erika started to have what she knew was an orgasm, but unlike any she'd ever had before in her life. She arched her back, holding her 'cock' deep inside Saramina, her body rigid. Her 'cock' gushed liquid in violent spurts. That lasted nearly a minute. Then she collapsed on Saramina, who hugged her tight.

Then Erika rolled off, lay next to her.

“Wow!” Erika exclaimed. “Yeah,” Saramina said earnestly.

They lay there quietly for a moment. Saramina noticed an the juice running out of her pussy, tasted it. “Yup, defo femme ejack.” She gripped Erika's still mostly erect 'cock'. “This thing is a fucking miracle.” Erika smiled at her, still a bit overwhelmed.

Saramina leaned over and began to suck on Erika's 'cock' once again. Erika signed contentedly. It became fully hard almost immediately. Saramina shifted, swung her leg over Erika and mounted her, quickly sliding her 'cock' inside her pussy. She smiled down at Erika. “My turn now, Mistress.” Erika smiled, made a slight thrusting move with her hips. “Do your worst,” she said with a leer.

They went at it like for another three hours, in several positions, then retired to the office shower. Where they spent another forty minutes or so, Erika fucking Saramina hard up against the shower wall while hot water flowed over their bodies.

After toweling off, they padded naked back into Erika's office. It was still pouring outside.

“Moment of truth,” Erika said, giving her 'cock' a few more rubs with a towel and regarding the egg sharped container on her desk.

She placed her thumb on the designated place and the diaphragm on top fanned open, revealing the pink tissue inside. Carefully, she slipped the head of her 'cock' into the tissue. Immediately, the meat of the 'cock' began to detach itself from her flesh. She gasped a bit as all the micro-fine tendrils began to rapidly withdraw...and then it was separated. She slid the entire thing into the opening, where it was swallowed up completely, the diaphragm cycling shut.

“Goddess fuck,” they whispered simultaneously. They looked at each other, grinned widely. “This fucking changes everything,” said Erika.

Saramina nodded. “Yes, your Grace. Everything.”

Erika picked up her panties, gave Saramina a kiss.

“Back to business, darling.”

They dressed quickly. Erika sat behind her desk, Saramina in her usual chair.

“Take a letter,” Erika said. “CC it to the FHP, too.”

Saramina lifted her WorkPad, adjusted the mic. “Ready.”

“Dear Doctor Kidane, I am most thoroughly impressed with the Mark Six...” She and Saramina grinned at each other. “...and I am strongly recommending to the Council of Elders that The Sisterhood fund full production and distribution of Mark Six's as soon as is practicably possible. Goddess Bless you for the work you have done, Doctor. I firmly believe the Mark Six will bring about a revolutionary change. Yours, etc.” She waved her hand at the last words.

They sat quietly for a moment, the only sound the rain hitting the windows.

“Changes everything, Your Grace,”Saramina said softly.

Erika nodded with a slight smile. “More than we yet realize, I expect.” She chuckled. “Eva is going to be so pissed that I got mine first.”
nebris: (The Temple 2)
"...a select number of like minded men, who shall be called Korettes [koor-et-teez]

Korettes are named after the ancient Greek Goddess Kore', sometimes known as Persephone. Kore' has also been known as a Triple Goddess, Her Three Aspects being Persephone [maiden], Demeter [mother], Hecate [crone]. Korettes is an ancient term itself, translating both as "Sons of Kore" and "Male Servants of Kore".

I suspect that many of The Korettes will be the 'property' of The Temple's Domme Sisters, some powerful out in the world when not wearing their Collar, some full time, live in slaves residing in, and directly serving, The Temple itself. This will also provide a useful alternative model of the male's role for the girls growing up in The Temple."

As such an Oath of Initiation for Korettes was required. This is the first draft:


I, [name of Initiate], do Swear all the following in The Eternal Presence of The Great Goddess, She of The Ten Thousand Names. I willingly submit my Flesh, my Thoughts and my very Soul to the service of The Sisterhood of The Pentavalence. I give over my Flesh, my Thoughts and my very Soul as property to all Sisters to use as they require. As a male I understand and accept that my Flesh, my Thoughts and my very Soul are to be subsumed into the Service of The Sisterhood until my death, that my life only has worth in such Service. I willingly submit my Flesh, my Thoughts and my very Soul to the project of establishing Goddess' Dominion here on this world, a Matriarchy guided by The Sisterhood I now Serve. May Goddess strike me dead if I violate this Oath or dishonor The Sisterhood in anyway. I am now and forever Korette, my Duty to Serve and Obey.

So mote it be.

[sign and date here]
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~I have been working on the concept of The Sisterhood and its liturgy, its metaphysics and its nuts and bolts plans for over twenty years now. I talk to anyone who will listen about it and live my entire life is dedicated to the Work of getting from the page into an actual working Spiritual movement. My reasons for this can be read in the Preface.

The plan has been that once SH actually gets underway, I would begin to fade into the background, and whichever Sister had assumed the mantel of leadership would be front and center from there on out. We now have a brilliant, beautiful and tempestuous young woman working hard toward assuming that mantel. She has a long ways to go and many challenges to face and overcome, but I am more optimistic than I have ever been. She truly wants SH and has the skills and talents to make an excellent High Priestess.

To those of you who support The Sisterhood, I request that you Pray to Goddess that our nascent High Priestess finds within herself all she needs to succeed in these endeavors. After all, my Sisters, she is working for your future.

That said, there is one other whom I am required to acknowledge and that is my long time Companion Le-Le. She is Sister One, the first woman who came to SH. I have not called her that in far too long. If not for her presence, love and support, this fat old man known as Her Prophet would not be here, at least in the moderately decent shape I am in.

Le-Le is quite and can be shy. But she is immensely strong and resilient. More than one who have taken her gentle quietness for weakness have found out to their regret how strong and tough she can be. She is also a experienced and Talented Witch. It is her Majick that protects this house. And her steady presence that has been there when my own spirits flagged, which they have oh so many times.

As SH grows – Goddess Willing – there will be many 'bright lights' that will illumine it, our nascent High Priestess foremost among them. But Sister One must be acknowledged and Honored, for without her, there almost certainly would have been no Sisterhood. Sister One is the Rock upon which The Sisterhood is being built.

Her Prophet has spoken...
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~In so many things, I am quite resolute and determined. But in 'matters of the heart', I can be impulsive and very immature, a weak foolish old man who is still healing from Damage left over from before most of you reading this were born, Damage I am fairly certain I shall take with me to my grave.

I have deleted a number of posts that immaturity generated. That is all I shall say on the matter.

As for the rest, I am hoping to resolve the issue positively, though I suspect such an outcome is unlikely. I kind of feel that in my guts. But I have dedicated the past year and half of my life to guiding and nurturing this special young woman who had professed a desire to be a Priestess of The Sisterhood, and my Duty and my Love for her requires I follow through the end, no matter the expected outcome.

If however she does not stay on this Path...well, then she is not meant to be our High Priestess, all her extraordinary gifts notwithstanding. But even then, she has had a powerful impact upon this Work and she will always be remembered with Love and Honor.

And I, as ever, will go on. I must remain on this Path and continue to do this Work even in the face of such a loss. But I have faced loss and broken hopes on this Path before and likely will I again...and I will persevere.

My One Great Hope is that I will live long enough to see The Sisterhood become a reality beyond my dreamings. I Pray to Goddess that such may come to pass...

...and so it is.
nebris: (The Temple 2)
~The Primary Long Term Goal of The Sisterhood [SH] is the creation of a Transhumanist Amazon Republic aka a New Matriarchy. This envisions Females aka Sisters to be optimized etc via genetic engineering and cybernetic augmentation, while Baseline Human Males are eliminated through lack of births and natural attrition. Sisters will bear their Daughters live, with the birthing process eased and enhanced by cybernetic augmentation. Live birthing, shared nursing and collective child raising will create a deep psycho-biologic bond among all Sisters, one that will ultimately be reinforced by Neural Interconnectivity, aka 'cybernetic telepathy’,

These Sisters will constituent an elite Ruling Class because, as our Basic Tenets state, “We Believe that the Male of our species, individually and collectively, is too aggressive, unstable, and Ego driven” and that “only the Female of our species, individually and collectively, has the proper Nature and Temperament to accomplish the above tasks and pursue the above goals and that therefore the Female of our species must become Paramount.” [see The Basic Tenets for details of those tasks and goals]

SH will also create a whole series of genetically engineered Servitors, based upon Male DNA, all extensively modified to be SH's Working Class. This Servitor class will be birthed from uterine replicators and have neural control implants even before birth. They will be generated solely by a single State Ministry, which will maintain ownership of them. Individuals, groups and organizations may lease Servitors, but said leases will specifically determine proper treatment and will be strictly enforced.

This Servitor Class will have as many subtypes as are required and each will be programed to find pleasure in accomplishing his task, so no coercion will be required nor will it be tolerated. These various Servitors will be supplemented with robots, but only in a few cases. It is easier to 'downgrade' the biological than to upgrade the purely cybernetic and less resource intensive to produce as Servitors will by grown, not constructed. Thus, the age old problem of Labor will be solved

On a related note, SH is strongly opposed to 'hard’ AI as such constitutes an extreme existential threat to the Human Species in whatever form we take. But SH does understand the need for 'soft’ AI, but only under the very strictest of controls.

In the lead-up to all of this, Sisters are able to join SH by Pledging themselves to Goddess and SH. In addition, Males can become part of SH by fully submitting to one or more SH Sisters, or to SH Itself, within the context of the BDSM paradigm. This interim phase is governed by the rules of Gynofascism.

Once SH is fully established, Baseline Females will always be welcome to take Modification and Augmentation in order to join SH. Baseline Males will have the option of being 'converted' to one of the higher end Servitor Classes. Baseline Humans of either gender who do not wish to be part of SH will be comfortably supported in exchange for sterilization and the harvesting of their DNA etc.

See Liber Sorores: The Book of The Sisters
nebris: (The Temple 2)
This question was posted in SH's Facebook community Transhumanist Matriarchy.

Q: I was having a convo with a coworker today about transhumanism and he made the argument that immortality would make morality obsolete. I argued that most people interested in transhumanism are more concerned with advancing civilization than breaking social moors, so morality is in this sense already obsolete. He replied that the way we would process information would change to a cold, emotionless, and logical thought-based system over our humanity. Thoughts? How would you reply to this?

A: Depends on what flavor of TH you're talking about?

I'd say your coworker is thinking of the Brain Box Mafia, Michael Anissimov and his lot, who want to get rid of their bodies all together and upload their brains into computers. Those guys turned out to be immature misogynist White Neo-Nazi Fuckboys who lacked social skills. LOL

There is the more mainstream TH which is basically about humans being optimized via genetic engineering and cybernetic augmentation, optimized for improved function and longevity. How much of each, and in what manner, depends on which 'ideological' subset one is talking to. Some are big on AI, some not so much. As with most cutting edge movements, there are many factions.

Now, regarding this community, The Sisterhood [SH] is all about Females be optimized etc via genetic engineering and cybernetic augmentation, while Baseline Human Males are eliminated through lack of births and natural attrition. Sisters will bear their Daughters live, with the birthing process eased and enhanced by cybernetic augmentation.

These Sisters will constituent an elite Ruling Class because, as our Basic Tenets state, "We Believe that the Male of our species, individually and collectively, is too aggressive, unstable, and Ego driven" and that "only the Female of our species, individually and collectively, has the proper Nature and Temperament to accomplish the above tasks and pursue the above goals and that therefore the Female of our species must become Paramount." [see The Basic Tenets for details of those tasks and goals]

SH will also create a whole series of genetically engineered Servitors, based upon Male DNA, all extensively modified to be a myriad working class. This Servitor class will be birthed from uterine replicators and have neural control implants even before birth. They will be generated solely by a single State Ministry, which will maintain ownership of them. Individuals, groups and organizations may lease Servitors, but said leases will specifically determine proper treatment and will be strictly enforced.

SH is strongly opposed to 'hard' AI as such constitutes an extreme existential threat to the Human Species in whatever form we take. But SH does understand the need for 'soft' AI, but only under the very strictest of controls.

Regarding 'morality'...I'd say all morality is subjective and that it changes from one society to another. There are some 'universal' basics like respecting the lives of ones fellow 'citizens' and so on, but those are practical and about maintaining stability in the social order. TH is just another form of society and it will create its own morality. Given that nearly all TH includes Neural Interconnectivity, aka 'cybernetic telepathy', I would think a TH society would be highly moral as one could 'feel' one's fellow's feelings.
nebris: (Default)
I, [name of Initiate], do Swear all the following in The Eternal Presence of The Great Goddess, She of The Ten Thousand Names.
I Pledge my Body, Mind, and Spirit to the service of The Sisterhood of The Pentavalence.
I Pledge to abide by and support the Tenets and Precepts of The Sisterhood, as set forth in The Book of Sisters, and to share them with all of my Sisters, whenever possible.
I Pledge to show Love and Compassion for all of my Sisters, to give them my Loyalty and to accept theirs.
I Pledge to show Love and Compassion even for those Sisters who are still Enslaved by Patriarchy and seem lost to The Goddess.
I Pledge my Body, Mind and Spirit to Goddess, however She may manifest Herself to me.
I Pledge to dedicate my Body, Mind and Spirit to establish Her Dominion here on this world, a Matriarchy guided by our Sisterhood.
I so Swear, by all I hold Sacred, that my Pledge is true and freely given and I Swear Upon my Honor and at risk of Her Wrath, that I have willingly taken this Oath.

So mote it be.
[sign and date here]

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