A Marotte is a prop stick with a carved head on it, typically carried by a jester or harlequin, the miniature head will often reflect the costume of the jester who carries it, their hats were especially distinctive, made of cloth they were floppy with three points called liliripes, each of which had a jingle bell at the end.Wikipedia.
In this document the ironies of Hell are described, from the perspective of the woman who is about to be cast into Hell, the Devil's marotte resembles in both detail and legend Humpty Dumpty, and like in the verse he is sitting upon a wall, the Devil tweaks his wrist and Humpty's arms and head piece wave, this attracts the horrified attention of our woman.
The Devil's other arm reaches in past an airlock, he is a monstrous creature and takes hold of her by the waist, his touch is freezing and like the passengers on the Titanic that jumped into the icy North Atlantic, she suffers Diaphragmatic Paralysis inducing a condition known as Dyspnea, she is unable to either inhale or exhale.
He pulls her thru an opening that is altogether too small, placing the marotte back against the side of the aquarium structure, he inspects his prey like King Kong and Monica Stevens in the movie of the same name, then like Vida Blue at Yankee Stadium he pitches her head first into the solid stone of the central pillar of Hell, the target zone well defined by the splatter marks.
She slams into the column and slides down the almost vertical slope, and crashes semi conscious into Hell proper,dazed and disorientated, .. the clip clop of cloven hooves and the approach of a monstrous creature, horned and hoofed, another faun the identical twin of the critter that racks up the sinners in the fire,not ungently he picks her up and takes her to the place where she is to hear the judgment, and to be joined onto a vast chain of women's bodies.
The first time here first left turn past the Zuqqum tree, walking with the Warden of Hell along past a long row of women, bodies all crouched holding hands, two in from the end and there's Mum, she died under aggravated circumstances in 1980.
There were signs of a struggle part of the door frame was broken, even as though someone was hanging on with finger and nail, yet dragged away and killed, father said he did it, he drew one's attention to it and said he did it in his grief, I was working as a tower rigger on a ninety seven meter tower in the Queensland town of Dalby.
The groundy radioed the tower that the local police wished to talk, they said ring home and Father told me she had passed away thru the night, he would not let me view her body, I would have liked to see whether her fingers were bruised.
Prior to his own death in 1993 I had told him that before any reconciliation could take place, he would have to tell me again about how he should not have let me live, this was after presenting me with the bodies of the aborted twins in 1959, he went into Hell praising God totally fooled by the illusory doorman and the Fire Devil's hand stick!
So while I was camped out overnight in the back blocks of Hell, twenty one years had passed on Earth, she did not look any different a bit tense is all, I did not dwell on her circumstances and continued the tour.
Here the racker up of the dead, picks them up by their elbows after they have tumbled down after slamming into the stonework, drags them their heels dragging the few meters adjacent to where Philemon customarily stands, which is the judgment place of the outer darkness, a soft golden light shaped like a television screen appears, and the wrong doer will see just what has gotten her into Hell.
An elegant African lady is in the hands of the monster as we approach, she is transfixed at the images in the light, the gentle touch of the giant has relieved the symptom of dyspenia, and canceled the diaphragmatic paralysis caused by the chill touch of the Devil, "no" she says, "no.. no-oooo."
The last breath in she took was in the breathable air of the aquarium, that breath frozen in her body till now, she breathes in and is paralyzed by a symptom resembling Carbon Dioxide Paralysis of the Respiratory System, she collapses at the knees, he locks her hand and fingers to the woman on her left, and a tremor goes thru the whole of the outer darkness as the slack is taken in, and the place at the front is ready for the next customer.
She is not long in arriving, it is a malnourished looking peroxide blond with close cropped hair, you might see her at a pro abortion rally or voting for Hillary Clinton, she starts screaming "I don't believe ..I don't believe," until she runs out of puff and locks up and gets locked in.
The next is a small dark woman in her late years from some Mediterranean place, within the light high top limo's from a bygone era, and an assassination outside of an immigrant barber shop, she watches smug from an upstairs window across the street, she starts to scream abuse in some home dialect straight into the light, the scream dying on her lips as she locks up and joins the chain.
So this is the outer darkness then, having a good look about the ranks of bodies stretched to the horizon in three directions, as the body is racked up and chained on, a succubus rises put of the physical entity that was recently a human being walking abroad upon the planet Earth.
It first looks like a balloon tethered with a cord, down the spine and out of the head of the deceased, within the body of the balloon a faun critter like a miniature version of the racker, shaggy haired feral legs and cloven hooves, curly mop of hair, horns and pointed ears, I would later learn that this being will be the judge at the second judgment.
Looking about and taking it all in I tell Philemon it was great, and thanks very much for the tour, he says he thought I wanted to see the whole of Hell, I said I did and was there more, he assured me there was..
He cast an image into my mind of serried ranks kneeling in the oriental prayer position, tall spires of ash on their shoulders and heads, balancing on the balls of both feet and their knees, straight backed,hands on thighs palms downward, fingers together, resembling the statues in a Thai temple.
Just where they could be I did not know, and he says to follow him, and back thru the first circle past the Tree, Satan and the Swordsman, past Sisyphus straining up the incline with his stone, across the desert and back into the fire cave, down past the place of judgment and explosions of fire every forty seconds or so, thumbs up to the faun racking them up, then down between the vast flaming stacks of burning bodies to the nether part of Hell.
As we move further from the front so too are the bodies burnt down, past the yellow green burners at the front,to charred corpses further in, then burnt charred corpses with just flickering blue flame and human coals, and on to a place where the bodies are mere cinders blackened and burned beyond recognition.
A spectral guard here tries to block one's way, I sidestep him and he fades away.
At this place a huge four armed being dismantles the stacks of charred cinder corpses, those he takes in his right pair of arms reconstructing the body in his marvelously dexterous hands, join with a blue green flying creature that has appeared from somewhere, the charred metallic body of the sinner crumbles to dust revealing only the bright white pure human soul.
They rush together and embrace, their union sealed in a blinding flash of arc light fading to reveal a composite white robed flying creature, which then departs this place at a rate of knots.
Those he takes in his left pair of hands likewise reconstructed they too put on their best face, as the blue green flying creature appears, the giant four armed being gives him the option of reconstructing with the newly raised from the fire human soul, the blue green angel lets out a scream of outrage and horror and flies out of the place like a bat out of Hell, no mistaking that at all.
Thus in place in the two left hands of the Angel of the Second Judgment,Philemon did tell me his name which I have forgotten, he is a pretty cool guy notwithstanding he looks a bit like a snake just jutting up out of the ground with his four arms, he has a mustache and a part in his hair, and looks a bit like Sir Richard Hadlee the great New Zealand sportsman.
So the fella in his two left hands is placed alongside another of his kind, they are in a column of six, like the chain of women in the outer darkness some unseen mechanism is causing the column to move like a snake, of its own volition taking the men backwards out of the fire chamber.
Thru and beyond another overhang and out into a volcanic place, where red hot volcanic cinders alight like snow upon their heads and shoulders, here they resemble the statues in a Thai temple, with spires of ash on heads and shoulders, then only their faces and eyes are visible as the ash buries them.
On downward and on deeper into Hell the time for remorse long gone, the underground column comes to a trip place, here the bodies do a one eighty pivot, the men are now facing forward, as the column of the damned wends downward and here in this place of dust and ash, the fallen sleep.
Nor yet is their journey thru Hell over, deeper and deeper goes the column of six and its company of snoring losers, two weeks pass on Earth and the column intersects an underground stream.
Here in this place of water and steam the pious man looks toward heaven bitter and beaten, a witness of failure and dashed hope .. For here in vindication of the prophesy of John the Baptist that "all flesh shall know the salvation of God," the damned are raised.
Attendants, two hundred kilo individuals like funny parody drawings of Cherubs, loose skin and tiny little wings on an overgrown wrestler's body, one reaches out his hand where the column goes over a hump and the ranks open out and takes the hand of the soul of the sinner.
He has been in the Eastern prayer position for as many weeks, and while this is an elegant pose it produces physical agony after only a short while, the attendant assists him up then massages him up and down the legs, toweling down his upper body with a rag cloth he keeps over his shoulder.
The sinner is an ancient Walter Brennan type, you gotta believe just how old this man is, never would anybody really encounter any person on Earth this old .. Old or not, and notwithstanding his double trip thru Hell, he is jaunty and full of witticisms toward the demon attendant.
He thinks he is still in hospital and tells the demon about this really vivid dream he was having until woken, the attendant has heard it all before and mumbles something, he has massaged both legs and feet, done his upper body and arms with the towel which he dips into a stone basin of water then wrings out and does his face and ears.
Walter is still chattering away as the wrestler hands him up to his brother who is up a couple of steps on another landing, when he passes from one brother to the other, so does a shiver of white light commence from the brother's fingertips, then go right thru the newly resurrected sinners body until he is fully up on the landing.
Once more a young man in the full vigor of youth whence the guard directs him to a then unknown destination .. The next sinner freed is a wizened little bloke, could have been a gunslinger in the wild west, mouth just a slit and cold eyes, untalkative he is toweled down and rubbed, he thanks the attendant who passes him on to his brother.
The next is a Dyak head hunter maybe from the island nation of Borneo, an incredibly old little dark skinned man seems happy to be going, I pass with him onto the next level, he approaches a gate beyond the gate his extended family, his grandfather, his mother, and his brothers and sisters are overjoyed to have him back.
The next there is a Caucasian youth, his beautiful wife and children their features indistinct from my perspective greet him .. The column of annealed metallic corpses progresses a little further, until they tumble into and are ground to atoms in an ash whirlpool resembling a bottomless pit.
That's Hell, the second judgment in the outer darkness is much the same, the girls progress right thru Hell till they come to a body builder who has a horn trumpet attached to a thong around each wrist, when their time comes the succubus that emerged at the first judgment has drained all the goodness out of the woman's body, which has gone up the umbilical cord and has nurtured him.
The umbilical cord snaps, and the faun critter has become a blue green angel, identical to the angels that say yea or nay at the second judgment at the fire, the bodybuilder ..like this guy is built, is mostly indistinct, the guards in the darkness are a more reserved group than their counterparts at the fire, in that his light which shines from a disc above his head is most often very dim.
He interviews the newly emerged blue green angel, and depending upon the response raises either the trumpet horn in his left hand blowing B flat, signaling that there will be no removal, or yet he raises the right trumpet horn and blows D, then the released human spirit standing at the place of judgment, like an intact Venus de Milo risen from a terrible waste of corpse debris and the angel embrace.
Within the arc light their union produces the robed figure of a flying angel who wastes no time leaving .. The losers collapse and so does the floor receive them, losing all human shape now and like a procession of bright white maggots, they make their way toward a place where they will tumble down out of the main body of Hell, and be buried in freezing cold volcanic ash.
Down until they are liberated as the ashy medium intersects an underground body of water, then they are washed out of the ash, over a waterfall and into a pool of water, here they thaw and dive and plunge about this strange limbo world, till they drag themselves up a cinder beach, and flop down like seals.
The two demon attendants here resemble Asterix The Gaul, in the European comic strip of that name, in that they are armored from the waist up and fully helmeted, against the amorous passions of the newly resurrected women, their eyes visible thru a horizontal slot in their helmets .. Handing the girls onto the next level the white light tingles over their skin, and they arrive on that level once more in human form as beautiful young women, stark bollicky naked however.
Up the path a bit and a high arched bridge below just cloud across and a gateway, no gates on the hinges however, just inside a dress shop with diamond shaped crystal panes in the windows, here they get something to wear .. This girl chose a shirtsleeve blue and white full length dress with a modest neckline, that would not have been out of place among the Amish communities in Pennsylvania, past the shop a family group.
A young man in the group a clean limbed type, seems a tad self conscious among so many people he does not know, then erupting from the group's center a black shape nor yet human but beast, carnivore tongue extended and feral teeth exposed, this is a puppy dog of the poodle variety..
That is what happened in Hell, Mother went to the second judgment after twenty two years and some months, I never witnessed her ordeal but guess she would be no chance to be rescued by her guardian angel.
Father went to judgment after only seven years three months, I watched him leave Hell facing backwards in September 2000, the Doctor did only eighteen months and went to an unknown future, Myklos who did his family in got five years.
I told Allah after the tour, that I felt injustice was being perpetrated in the matter of Satan and all the inhabitants of the first circle of Hell, directing his attention to the monstrously inadequate sentences handed down to my father for instance, and to the Doctor who performed in excess of one hundred and fifty thousand abortions.
He replied that the disposition of his slaves was a matter for him, and that Hell was not the place for temerity, I negotiated their release after Gog and Magog appealed directly to me that I petition Allah in their favor, I did that, he relented and Hell did empty.
Gog and Magog facilitated the repair of Satan's chest wound, and at my behest found and fitted a new right leg for him, and found him a pair of short pants, never was his dignity offended, once more called Lucifer I escorted him to the light and handed him into the light, the same way as I had observed the demon angels do with the resurrected humans at the end of Hell.
Chablis the Devil of the Darkness, has the ability to split into many miniature replica's of himself, it is extraordinarily good luck to capture one… I caught one and held it in a bottle for about four years before releasing it into the light, when it coiled out of the bottle and disappeared into the light, I saw it had the form and shape of an oriental dragon.
I told the dragon I would see him and the bottle back on Earth, when he gets here I will be using him as a front line soldier in the Jihad I am in the process of fomenting against the abortion lobby.
After taunting him into chasing me, I had assumed the shape of a beautiful woman using my sweet Lizzy as a model, I climbed back up the cliff face at the place where he splatters the woman against the rock, he went berserk with fury and got after me.
I had anticipated this and had prepared an opening into the outer world, thus viewing Hell from space,I drilled a shaft twelve millimeters in diameter using a burr bit attached to the top of my astral head, he pursued me across the first circle when I shrunk down and shot up the bore hole, he sent one of his most trusted miniature replica's of himself after me.
I had been training in high speed astral maneuvers, and got to the top of the shaft in time to place the neck of the bottle I had stashed there over the hole, and wait till he cannoned full on onto it, then place in and lock into place the glass stopper which came with the bottle.
He was a small black winged creature, resembling a pterodactyl more than a bat,with bright red eyes, horns, and a tail with a flattened arrow head shaped tip, if he had a pitchfork he would have been identical to the devil of popular mythology.
Chablis was enraged, he can not harm my astral self however, the place I took the bottled devil is where the blue green angels go, when they have refused the advances of their onetime guarded companion .. They fly across the ether until they come to a structure much like a sea urchin, a sphere with a hole in the top, down thru the hole and imagine that you are inside a lamp, the central flame a bright white light.
No glare and easy to look at, ranged around in concentric tiers are a few hundred of the blue green angels all similar but none identical, some are sleeping and some stretching their wings, at various times there are a lot of them, then sometimes only a few.
Variously they approach the light vertically as they enter the chamber then are lost in the brightness for a few moments, until they emerge chattering excitedly then they get directions and fly off somewhere, or take a rest there before departing.
I believe Gog and Magog are spirits from the world of stone that somehow began interacting with humanity, in an adverse way obviously since they landed in Hell, my plan is to instruct them in the Koran and the ways of Islam.
I propose to direct their attention to the injunction from Allah, re waging Jihad or just war against your attacker, I will tell these rock spirits to rally their people as Moslems, and as soldiers for Allah in the war against the unbelievers, which will be on behalf of those, who will otherwise be slain by the abortioners! #
He still talks to me, and has since told me that he has chosen me as his messenger. MT