“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world, For I would ride with you upon the wind, Run on the top of the dishevelled tide, And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”
The City of Apollyon is the crucial backdrop to my epic adventure into the underworld. It plays a significant part in my utopian fiction about mankind’s metamorphosis into multidimensional beings. This City State is largely an underground syndicate for the political elite and a glorified laboratory to preserve the Chosen for a thousand-year incubation period. At present there is a strong incentive to bring additional people on board with special skill-sets to care for the property. An enigmatic screening process has been put in place to select suitable candidates by exposing them to various forms of theatre; more less an indoctrinating process that requires three years to complete.
The city is governed by Apollo’s Head Hierophant but the Acting Hierophant is led by yours truly. One of my main functions is to make sure the actors, directors and especially the producers are keeping their productions within the tenants of our society; whereas my primary objective is to wed successful applicants with our Head. As the spectators descend the subterranean reaches of our elaborate theatre into more advanced levels of initiation, the plays will become more surreal, making it difficult to discern reality from myth. Many will inevitably opt out of the program and return to the surface of the planet never to speak of their experiences.
Once fully initiated into our underground culture, all new members are expected to undergo genetic alternations so that they may live out the millennia as Apollo’s faithful custodians. Artists and psychotherapists will happily reside under my care in the Dionysian Quarters; the most aesthetically pleasing area of the entire premises which overlooks the temple’s sanctuary and museum. (See The Architect’s Dream by Cole to get a feel for the landscape.) Even though music, art and recreation will make up the bulk of our residence, the primary objective of my order will be to oversee the rituals, teach virtue ethics and counsel crew members.
However, the main reason for this universal enterprise is the preservation of Apollo’s offspring; otherwise known as the Light Bearers. Their enculturation here on earth has rendered their bodies weakened but their psyches can be likened to the power of a black hole sun. Like mythical salamanders they have to adapt their bodies in order to return back into the element of fire. Only those who are completely devoted to Apollo in light of the 12 (Olympians) can properly care for his children while they metamorphose in their chambers. So if this kind of fantasy feels invigoratingly real for you, then check out the preliminary articles to Apollo’s Polis in the attached video to get a sense for the direction that this Argo is taking come hell or high water.