The Making Of Orgiastic Cyprian is an episodic fiction by Oppong Clifford Benjamin which focuses on educating its readers on the sacredness of sex and how the pleasurable act can be a divine form of prayer between a creature and his creator. The story focuses on a mysterious sect of young ladies between the ages of seventeen and thirty called The Ancient Aphrodisiac Cult (The AAC). The cult is strictly invented out of the creativity of the writer. However, some settings in the story maybe real.
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Episode VII
She glanced at her contiguous presence and at her right fingers, and wondered if biting her finger nails could bring the relief she so badly needed or if death would be a much better option, Miss Juan was in no peace with herself neither with God nor the Great Mother. She had only learned from the recent encounter with the Great Mother that her hellish acts were known by the Mother.
“Hamamat Montia
Loiuselle”
She whispered the names to herself and cursed the first time she heard those names in her life. Miss Juan climbed up the wooden winding staircase which led to the middle chamber of the temple. The middle chamber housed the office of the Most Perfect Chiliad and the sanctuary which the Chiliad entered but once a year to make propitiation for the sins of the Qadeshes. She paused at the third step and leaned her slim and tender body against the gold plated metallic support of the stairway, and threw her head backwards in utmost despair and allowed her long black hair to droop down in the space. When finally she gained the summit of the winding staircase, she again tilted forward on the door of her office, which to her extreme surprise opened wide because it was ajar. She gained sudden consciousness of her easy entrance into her office because she remembered she had banged the door closed behind her in the morning before she descended the stairway into the main hall for Hamamat’s ceremony of invitation.
Miss Juan’s eyes gapped wide. She veered to look curiously at the far right corner of the immediate environment, finding nothing interesting she slewed to the left and then looked back at the steps she had used. She became frightened of her shadow and wondered who had been her unwanted and unexpected guest.
“Come in, please” The voice was a woman’s - slim and smooth and soft.
Panic-stricken Miss Juan moved her left hand reluctantly and caught hold of the door frame, which aided her body to sleuth inside the office without entering. Her reddened eyes were too tired of crying; she had cried in strident voice through the greater part of day, but they could see clearly when she skimmed through her office.
NOTHING
She emitted heavy breaths through her nostrils, her thoracic cavity almost touched her chin when she inhaled.
“I said come in” The voice sounded louder and authoritative, it ordered Miss Juan into her own office.
But Miss Juan found the command very eldritch, so she ran to the acme of the stairway to stretch her neck so long that she could gain sight of the hall beneath her current location. She saw that the assemblage had broken and all the qadeshes except Louiselle who stood beside Hamamat Montia in the middle of the pentagram drawn on the floor had vacated the hall to their personal comforts in their respective private cubicles in the Cathedral.
There were only two superb and stately edifices in the ice on the meridian of Mountain Troodos in Cyprus- the temple of Ishtar and its twin sister the cathedral. Both of which were designed and constructed to hold sacred and religious activities; the former to host the sacred ladies who performed the apotheosis (the elevation of man to God) of the ancient Egyptian Kings, and the later to practise Catholicism therein.
But history informs us the Catholicism practices were in dissonance with men seeing themselves as Gods by just going through some sort of ceremony and being thereafter worshipped as such. And the members of the Ancient Aphrodisiac Cult then known as the Sex Cult argued that they also used the same scripture as the Catholics but it was rather unfortunate that Christians in general want to proudly believe the Bible but shamefully ignore those portions of scripture which required the effort of their mental faculties or inconvenience them. The qadeshes saw the Catholics as clamorous and faux believers of the words of God.
Among the many portions of scripture the qadeshes quoted against the Catholics were some which even a High Priest in the Cathedral agreed to.
In Genesis it was said that we (Humans) were created in the image of God. Meaning men are neither inferior nor superior to God. And also in Luke 17: 20-21 says the kingdom of God cometh without observation but it is in every one of human beings.
Relying on these selected portions of scripture, again, history communicates to us the Qadeshes finally won the argument and the Catholics moved southwards mount Troodos in order to preserve the old peace of their faith. And the Cathedral after many years of vacancy was lost in ice and in the woods.
It was during the sovereignty of Linda Londart Longman, the forty third Most Perfect Chiliad of the AAC, who reigned from 1656 to 1701 that the Cathedral was mined out of the ice and used to house the Qadeshes and their invited men. Before this era, the Qadeshes lived with other humans in the cities of Cyprus close to Mount Troodos but kept their membership secret from the everyday Cyprians.
Miss Juan quietly observed the gestures of Hamamat and Louiselle and wondered if they also heard the unseen female voice. But their actions said the contrary.
“Maybe it is me. Maybe the thing haunting me is only in my mind. Shake! Shake it off Juan” Miss Juan shook her head vigorously. And as if she was packing all the air in the temple into her lungs, she inhaled and exhaled heavily and assured herself that it was a psychological trauma.
“Come in now before I strike you death too”. It was real. The voice of the woman was real, Miss Juan thought.
From nowhere a heavy wind carried her and threw her body on the table inside her office, and the papers were all scattered on the floor. Her conscience was not there with her body, it left her to somewhere unknown but only for a brief time. Upon regaining consciousness, she looked around her own office like a stranger. She saw the papers and books dispersed on the floor and then lifted her eyes and right beside the closed door, Miss Juan saw the owner of the voice with the Mystic yoke of the AAC (a yellowish piece of cloth) wrapped about the waist of the old lady. And she emitted a long cry of the old lady's name. And conked.
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