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Venusia, the Island of Women, an island in the Atlantic, near the equator. The port of Venusia is on a river estuary and its entrance is marked by two colossal statues of women in their grace and splendor who seem to scan the sea, water lapping round their legs.
The traveler will find entry to Venusia quite easy, as the port is almost always deserted. Beyond he estuary lies Fons Belli, the capital, a brightly coloured city with geometrically laid out streets. It is famed for its gardens and is believed to have been the favorite resort of Venus Victrix.
It is encircled by water-gardens built along canals, where tropical plants grow, such as begonias and orchids, surround statues of goddesses, bacchantes and Amazons.
Above the city rises a hill with many gardensand marble villas, surrounded by orange and lemon groves and topped by a bronze tower which supports four female statues carrying the golden image of a woman in an attitude of triumph.
At her feet the inscription
VENUS VICTRIX ...
The city is divided into four concentric zones: the zones of temples, of domed buildings, of villas and gardens and of the streets around the port (Plebeana). Notable is the palace of the military leader, done in the style of a Greek temple, supported by slender columns on which are carved adolescent girls dancing and playing instruments. The artwork is so graceful that visitors say they can actually hear the music.
with a spinal chain of mountains and high pastures for sheep and cattle. There is only one active volcano and earthquakes are rare. Near Mount Astarte, famous for its sulphur and hot springs, is the city of Venus Genetrix, the City of Mothers, occupied by women and men selected for coupling.
Men belong to the State and are trained from an early age for various trades; they are then given to the women as an attendant. Each woman has between one and five attendants; high-ranking women have the better qualified men. Young women serve as soldiers before they become mothers and must remain virtuous during this period - those who break this law soon discover the error of their ways.
The original settlers of Venusia were Spanish womenwhose galley was blown south into the Atlantic, during the reign of Hadrian. A society was established under the leadership of Julia Senecion, who organized the cult of Venus based on her displeasure with men.
During two centuries, two rival tendencies developed: the "Masculines", who believed in the equality of the gendrs, and the "Venusians", convinced of female superiority and anxious to conquer the world.
The Venusian civilization, in spite of many characteristics which have survived from Roman times (language, military organization), boasts an advanced science and technology. By 1788, aircraft, vehicles submarines and steamships were in use. Firearms, though invented over two centuries ago, are forbidden by law.
Though Venusian is a language in itself, any traveler with a smattering of schoolboy Latin will be able to make himself understood.
Cleopatra, testing poisons on Contemned Prisoners
ne whose heart has been laid bare before the eternal feminine energy is
indelibly marked. Recognized only by what and where she is not; a fully realized
experience held exclusively within yearns to be set free. In her purity and
resplendence, she is the absolute experience of herself. Her nature runs free. All
who commune with her are forever touched by the thrashing authenticity that
purses through her veins. Hers is a place so utterly exclusive, it exceeds all
comprehension.She is beyond what one thinks it is possible for a thing to be. In
all her unique subtleties, in all her immensity, she is suspended, held in an
idea that no longer exists. She is the penultimate journey of self-discovery,
where the constitutive intellect finds its equal. Untouched by ennui, protected
against the harshness of misconceived notions, where justice holds balance at
bay; she holds a secret treasure. She glistens in hidden troves. She is the
absolute experience, the pièce de
résistance, the masterpiece, the magnum opus, the tour de forceheld within a memory. To explore her movements is to
know intimately vigor and grace. We deem her courteous and good-natured. Behind
the veil are the united efforts of energy and enthusiasm; both considered a
relation of the other. At first blush, she differs in her expression. Her simple
elegance and refinement of movement attract. She is polite. She has a talent for
behaving in kind. She is the omnipotence of charm, beauty, and resplendent
creativity, embodied in the ideals of beauty, mirth, and good cheer. She is a
colossal figure, up to which Homer gazes in admiration. She is as mysterious as
the Oracle of Delphi. She is youthful, beautiful, and closely self-embraced,
enticingly dancing in a circle. She is the goddess of ancient love, from which charm
arises. Delivered in the same tender fashion associated with grace, exists vigor.
Marked by robustness, radiance, energy, and life; vitality, virility, verve, and
spirit; zeal, passion, determination, dynamism - a force de vivre, he bows to her grace to quench his insatiable thirst for her high
regard. Together they bestow a gift to one another in harmony with covetous
endowment. The sentiment from this union which arises is a life plan, a pathway to
maintain our equilibrium: a dynamic, ever-adjustable infatuation with the
exigency of life. From her vantage we meet the challenges of survival, of
creative passion, and higher destiny. She fosters within us the creative
planning of human existence, the threads of deep discovery. As we extend ourselves
outward in a creative force, in an ontogenesis of being, the Great
Differentiator known as fervent feminine authenticity greets us. In her we recognize the
measure of all things, the signifiers and justifiers of being, of continuous
individual development, and of self-consistent personalities. We belong to her continuous flux in which interconnectedness, interrelations, and reciprocal predilections
occur. Her stable elements maintain the bridge that connects us to the many shifts
of identity, to those ideas that yield to frenzied states of being and
becoming. Interpreting and giving meaning, whether silently or aloud, we find
ourselves enraptured. Exploring the movements we deem pleasing, feelings of
intense salacity arises. Transported in this sensory experience to a state of
euphoria we acquiesce. When grace and elegance define our dignity of manner,
when we are balanced in our co-participation, when our being is transported
outside our circumstances and delivered somewhere between intent and direction,
we recognize ourselves gently held and equally holding, alive and present.
Behind the veil is ours alone. Immersed in a highly sensate world, we hold
Psyche in our arms and ascend, safe from Venus, as the gods bow in eternal consent.
Raymond Clauzel, L'Ile Des Femmes, Paris, 1922 ...