(From the Chronicles of Lady Macbeth)
By Aleq de Satyr
Part 1
Prologue
Lady Macbeth is a leading character in Shakespeare's tragedy Macbeth. As the wife of the play's tragic hero, Macbeth (a Scottish nobleman), Lady Macbeth goads her husband into committing regicide, by killing the reigning Monarch, after which he becomes King and she becomes Queen of Scotland. After Macbeth turns into a murderous tyrant, she was driven to madness by guilt over their crimes, and commits suicide.
Some literary critics and historians argue that, not only does Lady Macbeth represent an anti-mother figure in general, she also embodies a specific type of anti-mother: the Witch. Modern day critics define a witch as a woman who succumbs to satanic force, a lust for the devil, and who, for either this reason or the desire to obtain supernatural powers, invokes (evil) spirits.
Other scholars assess Lady Macbeth's femininity and sexuality, as they relate to motherhood as well as witch hood. She proves herself a defiant, empowered nonconformist, and an explicit threat to a patriarchal system of governance...In one of her secret chronicles which she entrusted to her faithful and loyal maid, she wrote explicitly about her erotic encounters with her friends the three Witches, aka the Weird sisters, who had predicted her ascendancy to the throne. This story is derived from that chronicle about events that led to her suicide. However, the author wishes to emphasize that the story is purely imaginary.
What is done is done
I have been horrified and wracked with guilt; since my husband and I became regents I have been reduced to madness; I sleepwalk in profound torment, and hallucinate constantly and with my husband preoccupied with affairs of state I am not being fucked at all. My cunt had lain fallow for the longest time and was crying out for some action. I am very horny a lot of the time and masturbation does not help much. It occurred to me then, that Abyss the leader of my friends the three Witches, once told me that Witches have been forced to establish their own set of sexual norms, making them some of the most sexually open-minded and adventurous people around. She had talked about bacchanals and pagan forest rituals, when they go out in the woods and fuck their brains out with male avatars of the god Pan. Also about the potential spiritual aspects of sex from her own experience; that there is a kind of healing thru lots of sex. She connects sex with her practice of witchcraft because they are both powerful tools for shifting consciousness and require the ego to let go, to surrender to something greater...
So I said to myself, what is done is done. I will open a new chapter in my life; I will live again. It was in the year 1605 AD.
I told my husband that, I wish to spend some time at the family retreat in Ayr to regain my bearings. Instead, I proceeded to the Weird sisters Coven and homestead near Avalon, with Fiona my maid, who was raised by Witches...We arrived on the eve of the Summer solstice a very warm day and the sisters were preparing for their rituals the next day. They were in ebullient mood and looked younger, spritier than their fifty plus years, a whole ten years older than me...It had been awhile since my last visit. The stone and wood house had been renovated, the courtyard blooming with flowers.
Abyss the oldest still looked ageless, Nyx the middle one now had smoky hair and Raven was still very hairy, sultry and sensual. They truly evoke the name they have adopted "The Sacred Harlots". Abyss said they already knew the reason for my visit and will accommodate me exquisitely, gently patting my cunt thru my dress.
It was high noon the next day, as we celebrated Litha, the summer solstice. We sat in a circle in the spacious sanctuary naked, illuminated by seven phallic-shaped red votive candles and suffused with a heady smell of sandalwood incense. I noticed Abyss' enormous erect clitoris jutting out like a sore thumb from her big hairy cunt.
Abyss then invoked the sexual Goddess:
"Standing on the threshold of the Cosmos,
All fear must be transcended.
Where the sun and moon combine, the landing will be made.
From the extraterrestrial realm the Goddess comes.
We will commune with her to know her ways..."
After a series of chants and incantations, the communal wine (laced with cyprine or cunt juice) was passed around at the last prayer:
"The circle is ever open; never unbroken.
The Goddess be with you wherever you are.