ACT 5, Scene 2 cont. JIBRAIL (whispering again to SAMINA) Speak. Do you hear Set? SAMINA Set? JIBRAIL He is . . .

incorporated . . . in Osiris too. S Incorporated? I hear a voice. What - - ? MICHAEL You are Sets Oracle then. Speak for the Great Lord. J Oracle. S What ist attractive to souls these of earth from long silences and black outer space? From and to what what departs peacefuller realms (if only thoughtful) doubly meaning arrives, of its own will or gravity? What? God it wonders as questioning Death. Puzzling Her He incomprehensible eternity, Else, a speck rocky blue inconsequential, order out of fire even to its own, stubborn, yellow star. I dont like the earth. Its its atrocious seduction, beauty, capturing desire incapable, incapacitating indistinguishinginability of any knowledge of good and evil. Between right and wrong in-natural earth death doesnt itself distinguish at all. In fact, it exists nowhere else at all. And it is this scourge of limited life the blue world exploits heartlessly, alone in the Universe, white, or whether black. I call her female contrary to me, willfull gravity, using ideas with good intentions, perhaps to create; an concept it is; but, unethical, fatally flawed, cause unnecessary, the work no matter of beautiful rain. Pestilential fear and pain the result,

justice irrelevant to death on earth. A Goddess to be, before shes a world came, Inconception, haphazard from a sound, a light, disturbd thunder, lightning-fire, honest concussions, and repercussions seized upon Heavens universal size cracking good science, implosions and force; almighty Fathers curious seizure creativity, imagination at its highest level, a pinnacle of experimenting into Himself at evry very natural wisdom. Let the mistakes go, if so it be thus, that then Ill know lights differing dark. SAMINA collapses, exhausted. JIBRAIL starts to help her, but MICHAEL shouts her to stop. MICHAEL Dont touch her. Qathafi has just been condemned. We wont need to bring him out here at all, thank God. I couldnt bear to see that crawling beast again. Hes gone. We hear QATHAFIs bloodcurdling scream offstage, then quiet. JIBRAIL Hes gone. MICHAEL So are you Jibrail. You heard the Voice clearly. The false prophet of Libya, the Fiend pretending to the Throne, will not even get the hope of trying to cross Tuat. Annihilation. Nothing left at all. And you, Jibrail, who used to be Isis, beloved, and trusted by all? You have been decrowned, as you well know. You know it. You have crossed Tuat successfully, long ago, you have been re-crowned as Hathor, Queen of the herds, White Buffalo Woman. SAMINA But why? Shes - JIBRAIL I knew Osiris. MICHAEL The resurrection at his birth, and all the wonders of our Age hes inaugurated, given, to us. In his marvelous life. JIBRAIL A New Age of Athenes flying Shields from outer space, men on the Moon, a generation of antiwar love, liberation, music, peace opposed to the monsters from the jungle. It was all the doing of Dionysos and Demeter, blessing our times to expose the lies of the false idols in Jerusalem

and Mecca, racist genocides everywhere, mass starvation, unspeakable atrocities. He did not die when he was struck by Sets terrible dagger and serpents, he was just renewed. His life was his resurrection. MICHAEL God loves the gifted. Farewell, Sister. SAMINA (hugging her) Oh, its so unfair. J Not at all. Horus. MICHAEL Hathor. She exits, dignified. SAMINA Now I hear another Voice. Is it the same? MICHAEL No. Its Osiris.

S Hes also Set? M Yes. As-t. They have the same name, and Isis as well. S (not a question) His life, their lives, have already been lived. You and I are the Oracles, all that is left. MICHAEL (in a trance, as an Oracle, quoting) All so unsounded, except in excerpt the Voice of the God blacker than lightless that once, stern Music, oracld a life. Its not for Man for Me to say these things. By saying its said the a-vocal gods another immense a-dimensional Silence, deeper so, unfathomable as caelestial the milky Way-sea. Ir-repetitive lee to the wayward wind of voyaging I sailed on a song

ere long before Earth ever drew me in; along down rocky gravitys descent; leagues unmeasured long the highways of Space upon frowning worlds, and critical mass. What may be of life maybes just noise untuned, infrequent, misappropriate Word. Human ears will hear a a-buzzing supersonic of, only, unhearing; while animals, trees, listeninging bees move differing to a different beat. However the Earth is it isnt the Sky, nor can it possibly be. Harmony indescribable in audible terms. When an coherent and invisible Sound, like a mans voice fatherly and stern, unheard of, commands: deaths given a choice.

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