3 posts tagged “abishag”

I have been busy drawing at my regular drawing table, pencil, pen, then into the computer for coloring!  So I finally had enough to do my first LuciusLeopard video on youtube, "a Leopard's Heart." which uses the first drawing at left as the opening logo.  Lucius as a white leopard with the Malfoy Leopard's Eye Citrine!

Middle image is Lucius' face, first drawn in pencil, transferred to computer, all sort of fun things as Lucius screams.   Will not say why!  Maybe I need to study the meaning of Slash!  But Lucius has been recalling lots of things from his days as head of The Dark Lord's squad of wickedness!  And his memories tantalize him.  Well, that is about enough of that discussion!

The third image shows Lucius in his Azkaban prison garb daydreaming of the powers of the ancient Malfoy Leopard.  One of his many ancient powers returned to him by his powerful witch/wizard mother is that of having control of how he looks... his hair, his skin, his eyes.  He can be a conventional leopard with soft golden fur and dark spots, or a black leopard hiding in every shadow, or back again to being a white leopard the color of his hair when he was at the height of his world power as Lucius Malfoy!  So he can be any phase of coloring. 

Somehow leopards are very important symbolically to me.  I use references to them in almost everything I write.  In my novel "ABISHAG" they are one of the symbols of the mother goddess, Astarte.  Her throne rests upon two leopards.  In my collection of short stories, BROTHERS OF DARKNESS, in the novella/script STAR QUALITY, the serial killer/actor refers often to the way a leopard hunts and a leopard's tree of death figures throughout the plot. 

When I was a kid during the 1930s in Dust Bowl South Dakota, I lived in a foster home with a childless couple of German Immigrant descent.  I heard things such as "Those People" deserve what they get" and things of that sort!  They listened to the shortwave radio at night, hearing some loud-mouth rant and rave in German--At the time I did not understand much but I knew that guy was a nutter.... name was Adolph Hitler!  Everybody around the neighborhood listened to him, including the old widow lady we kids all believed was a real witch, but I knew her to be a kind-hearted old lady who always had a bouquet of yellow roses on her kitchen table in summer, and an orange or apple for a little girl who would come in and sit at that table.  Sometimes she ranted about the boxing matches on radio, and she hated it when Max Schmeling (Sp?) the boxer from Hitler, lost to an American black man, Joe Louis.  Well, I sort of knew what a black man was--like the guys on the passenger trains who were the porters, nice polite guys who helped little girls onto the train.  But I, an ardent brain-washed Catholic living in a household of ardent brain-washed German Lutherans, did NOT really know what a JEW was!  There certainly weren't any of "Those People" in our perfect little prairie town of some 350 pure-blooded White folks.  But up in Mitchell, a big shopping center and railroad town of some 10,000, there were some of "Those People."  They owned Feinstein's Dept. Store, where I was not allowed inside.  Too big, too fancy, too expensive, and too..."Those Peopleish"  But I still heard the Jewish jokes whispered behind hands in Low German, the local dialect of most folks, whether they were Lutherans or Catholics!  And my beloved Granddad played phonograph records such as "Cohen goes to the County Fair" and things of that ilk. So I do not know why I got this squirmy feeling about referring to them in strange, snickery ways.  And why the short-wave was not considered good when our neighboring sons began to go off to fight and be killed by those distant Germans.  Things changed.  But I didn't.  Somehow, for whatever the reason which I still cannot understand, I found that it just did not seem right to snicker behind the hand at "Those People" whether they were some mysterious strangers called Jews who had cruicified Jesus (according to our priest) or "Those People", the dark-skinned men  who wore white-coated uniforms and were always smiling when I rode the train to Mitchell.  Where I never entered that store.  Now I have changed too much to understand again.  I have finished my grandiose historical novel about Solomon and David and the religious war of their time.  I hope it will be a grand success.  But I know it won't, partly because my Jewish literary agent tried peddling it around to every major publishing house and finally gave up, telling me that "Those guys, meaning the Jewish men in control of so many of the publishing houses, simply would not even consider it because it was not kosher, not according to their beliefs!"  I just couldn't believe it!  So I put it away, and now got it back out to polish, rewrite, and still love it!  "ABISHAG: THE GODDESS BOOKS", all you never wanted to read about why Solomon did not worship in Solomon's Temple!