Be warned! The Femme Fatale is a prostitute. This fatal Femme Fatale is a lustful and beautiful woman, the one who seduces unwary men into their fatal, dangerous, and compromising downfalls. The Femme Fatale can also be a Siren, a sorceress, or a fatal enchantress. These lustful women are those who awakened their Kundabuffer Organ, or the Tail of Satan, through their infrasexual magic. This is an easy and seductive path for the unwary man: to let himself fall to the poisonous charm of the femme fatale. He who lets himself fall to a prostitute is already committing adultery and the unforgiving sin of fornication.
The femme fatale reminds me of Circe, or the abominable mother kundabuffer: Saint Mary. It was Circe who turns men into swine in the Odyssey. It also reminds me of the tail of Samson and Delilah. Woe unto Samson who lets himself fall to Delilah. Delilah is Hebrew for D'Lilah (דלילה). Lilah means night in Hebrew. Lilah (לילה) also reminds me of Lilith (לילית). D'Lilah and Lilith also share the same Hebrew root: Lilah. Lilith is one of the daughters of Lot, whom she and her younger sister, Nahemah, got him drunk and have sex with him.
The key to realize the femme fatale is found within the Sixth Arcanum: Indecision. Here the initiate is caught himself between the struggle of the virgin or the prostitute. The Angel of Love (Ahava), or Cupid, is aiming the poisonous arrow at the Prostitute. Truly I, Juan Mirieth Auriel, will advise you to lower your eyes in front of beautiful women. The only woman whom you can look at is your priestess-spouse not with desire, yet with true ahava.
Behold: the only countermeasure against all forms of the femme fatale is your priestess-spouse. Your priestess-spouse is the woman who is sexually modest, whom she has not known any man. She is the virgin in the Sixth Arcanum. It is your priestess-spouse whom you must be with. Realizing yourself and your priestess-spouse will make you immune to all forms of femme fatale.
In the name of truth, I have a colleague at work who is not quite a femme fatale, yet almost close to one. She is irresistibly attractive by her means of external vanity. Her long, straight hair emits a near, uncanny resemblance of the fiery-colored hair from John Collier's painting of Lilith. Her complexion is white like an unending winter, not to be interpreted literally. On her days off from work, she is known to dress immodestly as if she does not care a whim of what she appears. She is known for a habit of talking like a fornicator, mostly for the impure-spoken f-word. On one occasion, I heard her say: “I'm going to strip down, baby!” Any woman who speaks these infrasexual words speaks like a prostitute. She even has a black car with the window sticker that says: “Baby this up, B****!” This is not all; she conceived a boy not out of legitimate marriage, yet through blasphemy against the Holy Spirit. She is married yet the wrong way, despite her justifying protests that she is not married nor divorced. In the name of truth, she is as a Delilah in my works, whom I must avoid thanks to the possible spouse I have found. The day she sexually desires me is the day she goes to her grave.
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