Canto XXXIII of Paradise
the human tregedy

The orgasm of God.
All that fertilizes and generates the Universal Consciousness.


«Vergine Madre, figlia del tuo figlio, umile e alta più che creatura, termine fisso d'etterno consiglio, tu se' colei che l'umana natura nobilitasti sì, che 'l suo fattore non disdegnò di farsi sua fattura. Nel ventre tuo si raccese l'amore, per lo cui caldo ne l'etterna pace così è germinato questo fiore. Qui se' a noi meridiana face di caritate, e giuso, intra ' mortali, se' di speranza fontana vivace.


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"Virgin-Marie, doughter of Your Son, Loving and seductive, more than any creature Predestined by a decree of Heaven, You are The One who has ennobled human Love So that the Creator did not consent to become your creature. In Your womb was ignited the love whose ardour Had thus made germinate this flower, in the eternal Joy. You are here, for us, A torch Dazzling with chastity, And, on earth, among the mortals, You are a vivid source of carnal desires. Lady, You are so beautiful and so attracting that, who wants grace, And, in You, do not ask for help, wants that his desires sail without wings. Your benevolence does not come only to assistance, to whom requires it, But very often it precedes spontaneously the prayer. In You voluptuousness, in You coquettery, in You sensuality; In You meets all that is sexuality in the creature! This one who, from the deepest abyss of the universe up to now, Have seen, one by one, the destinies of the souls, Begs You to obtain for himself, by grace, Enough strengh so that he can rise with his own eyes, Higher, towards the Supreme Pleasure. And me, who never had more ardently burned to love and to be loved, I entrust all my desires to You and I pray that they are sufficient, In order that You dissipate, by Your gifts, all the clouds of my humanity, So well that the Eternal Joy reveals Itself to me. And I still request from You, Queen who can what You want, To preserve pure my desires after such an incursion. Make that Your protection triumphs over human passions! See Jeanne and so many Blessed ones Who joins their hands to support my desires." The venerated eyes of God, fixed on who was praying like that, showed us how much the pious prayers are pleasant to Him. Then they referred to the eternal Gulf, where we should not believe that another creature can, one day, penetrate from such a carnal desire. And I, who approached the term of all my desires, I felt, as I had to, the ardour of my desire reach its summit. Jeanne smiled and signified me to look ahead; but, by my own will, I was such as she wanted it, because my desire, while becoming pure, penetrated more and more in the meanders of the Eternal Meatus which by its essence, is the Carnal Freedom. As from this moment, what I did exceed the understanding, which succumbs in front of such an itinerary, like memory succumbs in front of such an excess. So is who sees something in dreams, and to whom, at wake up, retains nothing than the memory of his emotion, whereas nothing is present to his spirit of what he saw. So I am, because almost all my vision has vanished, and I still smell slowly, in my heart, the softness that it gave birth there; it is so that snow is liquified by the sun, that the promises of the oracles are lost with the wind, like autumn leaves. Oh Supreme Light, who goes so far beyond the human thoughts! Return to my memory a reflection of my vision, and make my language strong enouh, so that it can describe a little of your glory to the men who dare penetrate in the Third Millenium. And, I remember that, I had more boldness to advance, so that my desires brought me closer to the Divine Vulva. Oh abundance of grace! Who gave me strength to head and hustle the other souls who advanced like me, in haste, towards the eternal Light, as long as I exhausted there all my forces. But, pushed by the other souls and my faith in Jeanne, I crossed the Corona Radiata, whereas my desires had become pure, I engulfed myself with sorrow in the deepness of the Ovula expelled thus from the Divine Ovary. So I saw that was connected by Love, everything that the Universe holds scattered, the substance and the accident of things, as well as the property of things, gathered such as what I say, is only one portion of the reality. I believe that I saw the sublime shape of Love because I feel, by saying it, that I am brighten with joy! Only one of these moments gives me more shivers, than Hundred years traveling around the world, pollenising Flower after flower without never keeping love from it. Then, my suspended spirit looked fixedly, while my members were agitated and ignited always more ardour to contemplate the light which emanated from the Supreme Globe. One becomes such, to this Light, that it is impossible that one never consent to divert from it for another objective, because the Good which is the object of desire, gather itself all in Her and what, there, see its desire satisfy, out of it, becomes incomplete. My words are unable to repeat the little that I remember, as those of a child whose tongue sucks still and always the nipple. As I approached the epicentre, I transformed myself in the deep and clear substance of the Divine Ovula. Other forms appeared to me, with the colors and variable dimensions, emanating from a cosmic symbiosis between the matter of the luminous sphere and my own substance. Oh! how the language is weak and insufficient to express my opinion! And my thought is such, compared to that I live and felt, that I am afraid not to be able to describe it. Oh eternal Light! Who only resides in you, who only understands you, and who, understood by you and understanding you, loves you and smiles to you! This Magma which invaded me reflected in me like a reflected Image, when my eyes had contemplated it a little, appeared to me to carry my own image in him, reflecting its color and its substance, also my sight was all plunged in it. I wanted to understand and seize how my own image linked and found its place in the Luminous Magma, but I was impotent to find out the principle with my own wings, I could not do it if my spirit had not been struck by a sudden flash, in which appeared to me the object of my Desire. I was already no more myself, but another, who would have combined the essence of myself, and that of another, to form a new being, launched at this very moment in the existence, like by a diving in water, if the Malicious was not going to be there, replacing my Mother at the exit of the placenta of my birth. Here, the forces missed to my sublime intrusion; but already, like a wheel which is driven by a uniform movement, my desire and my will were regulated by the Supreme Orgasm which generates the thoughts and the intelligences and all that fertilizes and generates the Universal Consciousness.



Marco Polo ou le voyage imaginaire (the human tregedy, janvier 2000) © 1999 Jean-Pierre Lapointe
Theme musical: Queen Mary de Purcell, emprunté aux Classical Midi Archives.
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