Midian.

Are monsters really real?

Are the monsters really monsters?

When I was a child I lived with a monster,

And he was real.

At school, I was considered a monster by those far

Too sheltered to care.

I was lost and I was alone and then one night,

On the fullest of moons,

A myriad of whispers spoke to me,

Beckoned me, bid me welcome as they

Opened the gates of Horn & Ivory,

To a realm beyond trifle and profanity,

To a tribe governed by memorable fancy and

Imaginings Fantastique!

With a glint of fang and caress of tendril, I was

Guided to the inner-sanctum and together we

Descended to the catacombs below.

I could not comprehend what I saw,

Knew not the sounds I heard and had never been

Exposed to the feelings that overwhelmed me as they

Led me to the centre of their dominion.

Before me, in all its macabre, grotesque glory,

Stood the totem to my destiny.

A condensation of faces,

Some mysterious and frightening,

Others beautiful and beguiling.

Limbs reached out in a mortifying arabesque of diablerie,

At its height, an ever-evolving nebulae, in its depths,

A writhing pit of of iniquity and debauchery.

And then it spoke to me...

With the purity of telepathy it revealed to me my true

Identity and the Great Work that I was a vital part of,

How I was composed of Sacred Geometry and part of

The Great Architecture of the Universe.

It explained to me that all past trappings were

Merely part of a great test, a crucible to see if

I could possess the gifts bequeathed to me by

The Ancient Ones, so that I may

Configure my own cosmology within the secret

Universe of Midian.

With these words came my awakening.

With these chimeras came my tribe.

With this Kingdom came my soul's purpose.

“All things are true. God is astronaut, Oz is over the rainbow and Midian is where the monsters live.”

Gene Von Banyard