WHENCE COMES THE Spanish disease? I attribute it to writhing succubi begot in brothels as a result of useless fornication. Although I believe this to be the cause, I admit uncertainty. Like the pseudo-medicus do I shift and feint and make systems so that one might think God consulted me to draw up His world out of my nothingness. As for parasites, I think these develop whenever male and female bodies are committed to lewd espousal. But how are they brought? By equatorial wind?
DISCREPANCIES SUCH AS hare-lip, scabrous nerves and acephali might be a consequence of female imagining perhaps engendered by insufficient phlogiston resulting from befoulment of vapors in the evolutionary matrix. How often I meet outlines or accumulations of female thought, yet do they seem my own. What doublet is this?
SHOULD FEMININE IMAGERY predominate during generative congress the woman will deliver a boy. Hence, the opposite must be true. But suppose that the pregnant woman, while clutching her knee, should think about a snail—then would the knee of this infant reproduce its mother’s thought? Yes. But why? In Pietra Santa lived a very devout woman who knelt to pray beneath a picture of John the Baptist, subsequently being delivered of a child with luxuriant hair and a long beard. As the seedling aspires to that firmament whence fell its procreative seed, all things necessarily return to the source of their inspiration.
MONTHLY FEMALE BLOOD emboldens something diabolic in the heart whence it radiates but periodically returns, evaporating when subject to distillation. This is how sensual influences escape, expanding and contracting and darkening the aether, suborning the minds of men drawn down to these sour planetary exhalations of women—humidium menstrui. The odious red toad which dwells among brambles engenders astonishment when he bloats with magic, but his sorcery fails to equal that of this fluid which corrodes iron, mottles the looking-glass, blemishes the glow of polished ivory, turns linen black, empties bee-hives, blights green fruit and spoils the edge of razors, driving domestic creatures insane, sucking vitality from blossoms. I suspect it may be as perilous as that sealed image or concept of hatred which the toad, born with some natural aversion to humanity, nourishes in his brain, equivalent to the breath of a hag. Maria Prophetissa has taught the admixture of Man—pale semen, menstrual blood—luminescence brought to a Stone in the dark. Aye, this is possible.
MUCH REMAINS TO be learned, but I think it has been documented in cases from Zurich to Madrid that the odorous undergarments of females during their period become saturated with excitement. Also, with the help of this noxious effluent wives are enabled to excel their husbands at wicked contrivance. So much appears indisputable, yet I recognize contingencies. Exposing falsehood is easier than disclosing truth.
WITHOUT QUESTION THE minds of women anticipate endless journeys to kingdoms that men fail to descry. Yet toward what prospect? It is well known how during sleep they depart from their bodies in order to congregate on flowering meadows where they revisit and review the incontinent past by means of lubricious conceit, and I think many so employ or distract themselves while awake. What could be the nervous root of this? I admit I do not know, but satisfaction resulting from imagination encourages anxiety, hence I advise oestrual patients to avoid salacious dreams and shadowy apartments. I consider it possible that during sabbatic levitation some employ belladonna, seated astride foxes, goats, swine, bears, weasels, donkeys, or such-like lickerish animals which ravenously escort them through low-scudding moist clouds rocking and howling with sensuous delight from Le Puys-de-dôme and Mount Paterno and the Horselberg slope as far as Portugal or the island of Crete. Whispering and muttering and inventing voluptuous gestures, they descend at midnight to model spirits on their own. As to why they do this, the cause may be Lucifer who understood that for mankind to grow rebellious and carnal and independent the sexes should be separate. Thus he sculpted and displayed to the eyes of mortal men his vision of a future, so that they became filled with enthusiasm and lusted for women who promised pleasures hitherto unimagined. Then with eagerness they grouped themselves about the Rebel—superseding the intent of Jehovah.
THAT CONCUPISCENT WOMEN welcome fiendish embraces culminating in diabolic intercourse I think undeniable. Without contrition some admit guilt, others elect to remain silent as the cuckold goes about his business. We have heard how Elizabeth the Queen on her deathbed lay ringed with fire—for what I do not guess, although I suspect that the bodies of women majestic to behold contain dark and turbid entrails.
WE OBSERVE HOW in the celebrated case of Walpurga Hausemännin she misled a susceptible bondsman, Schlumpberger, by devious argument until he participated in unholy congress. Having been reduced by query and torture, she disclosed that she copulated not with this man but the Devil himself—wearing his raiment—who privately had scratched his ensign upon her left shoulder, who inquired if she would mortgage her soul and with a quill guided her hand to the contract which she subscribed in blood. Further, she confessed to riding at night before this escort, straddling a pitchfork, and adored this Black Prince to whom she knelt and to whom she prayed, who slapped her in the face because she spoke the name of Jesus—whom she at once cursed and disavowed in order to be baptized afresh, renamed Höfelin. She admitted to rubbing her genitals with salve out of a box, of causing the death of four cows and various pigs and geese, and on Saint Leonard’s Day had exhumed the corpse of a child which she then devoured, collecting the hair and gnawed bones for witchcraft to sweep hail across a field at Siechenhausen. Also, she brought up frost beside the
