The Supremacy of the Female
Prologue
There can be no doubt that in the very earliest ages of human history the magical force and wonder of the female was no less a marvel than the universe itself; and this gave to women a prodigious power . . . Among the Ona of Tierra del Fuego, for example, in those far-off days witchcraft was known only to the women of Onaland. . . . The men lived in abject fear and subjection. Certainly they had bows and arrows with which to supply the camp with meat, yet, they asked, what use were such weapons against witchcraft and sickness? This tyranny of the women grew from bad to worse until it occurred to the men that a dead witch was less dangerous than a live one. They conspired together to kill off all the women; and there ensued a great massacre, from which not one woman escaped in human form (315). Among the Yahgans (or Yamana) too . . . there was the legend that formerly their women had ruled by witchcraft and cunning. "According to their story, . . . it was not so very long ago that the men assumed control" (317). "This legend of leadership being wrested from the women, either by force or coercion, is too widely spread throughout the world to be lightly ignored" (318).
The Supremacy of the Female
By J. B. Scott
The Virgin Mother! What a glorious dream we thought we had. And to think that only fifty-eight years ago the realization of an ancient magician's trick had slipped out of our hands forever. Our zeal was our blind spot. Now I am the last one. As soon as I finish the historical etchings on the carborundum plates and seal them in the vault, I am going to the Field of Men, to give the last honor of the race to them.
The magician's trick had worked all the way up into Neolithic times: until then, the men had not made the connection between sex and childbirth. We made sure of that. After all, we got to the children first, and they simply did our will. So the males were sorely afraid of our dark power to create human beings. They made statuettes of the Fertility Goddess Virgin Mother, and placed them reverently in each home. Surely they would never discover the unthinkable—that their sperm was a magic equal to ours! But there was a great big world out there, and we wanted it all. Each time we used the males in war or expedition for the expansion of our nesting territory, a more complex and independent order began to develop among them. To put the situation simply, what began as a “comparing of notes” ended in conspiracy and open, bloody rebellion. The Catch-22 had been that while we were using the men to do all of our grunt work for us, they had as a result gained experiential knowledge that eventually far-outweighed our own. It was “wisdom for the pain,” as one of our old songs went. So the magician's trick had been figured out, and times had to change.
It would not be until the early days of the “Glorious Millennium” that we would again rule openly. Until then, there was still more beautiful land for the men to bring into the fold. And it was a wondrous revelation to us, during these expansionistic times when we were to subdue all of the earth, that it was easier for us to rule “undercover,” allowing the men to think that they were in charge. Oh, we paid a price in personal abuses, but what was it compared to the price that they paid out there on the borders of our nesting territory, fighting our wars and building our world for us. We still had control of the children, and that was everything. Those infants knew the austere power of the “Giantess of the Nursery”; had she forsaken them, they instinctively knew of themselves that “thou shalt surely die!” So we strategically shifted the magic of the Virgin Mother from the concrete to the abstract, to fit the times. It was a simple matter during child rearing to transfer and reinforce that primitive emotional dependence on the new substitute mother, Religion. And through Religion, we maintained the mysterious magic of the Virgin Mother, and life-long control! She was worshipped during the biggest holiday of every year, appropriately at the winter solstice in late December, when the display of her wondrous birthing power would bring joy, comfort, and hope to us all, her heiresses to the throne!
But then it happened again. About three hundred years before the “Glorious Millennium,” men began to get wise to the Religion phase of the magic trick. A formerly limited learning technique began to be applied to virtually all areas of life and practiced en masse by the men. This was the beginning of the Scientific Revolution, and the beginning of the end of the Religion phase of the Virgin Mother and our “undercover” control. If we didn't do something relatively fast, men might permanently steal our power over children, and therefore life.
In the few thousand years that we were operating “undercover,” we necessarily became masters of the subtle art of manipulation. Now, during these trying times of Science, it was this skill that we utilized to the utmost. One thing had become evident that set the direction of our course of action. It seemed to be “the fullness of time,” when our world was finally subdued, when the building of our civilization was for the most part complete. We were growing weary of having to play games to appease men, and assure them that they were still in control, so that they wouldn't get suspicious and start “comparing notes” again. But it happened anyway, this time through scientific inquiry. (The worst blow came in 1979, when behaviorists discovered that males were inherently no more aggressive than females. This broke the back of our most important deception, summed up in our nursery formula for society, “Good Girls/Bad Boys.”) It was now or never to move from back-seat driver to the steering wheel and reclaim open control!
“These things must be done delicately, or you hurt the spell”: it seems like an appropriate line for what happened next. From the realm of the men, over the centuries, had increasingly come ideas of “fairness” and '”equality,” ideas totally contradictory to the natural laws and the supremacy of the animal mother. No doubt, these ideas were again born out of “wisdom for the pain.” In order to regain supremacy, we first needed to get our foot in their door. If we acted like we were coming around to their way of thinking, they might relax their control over “rulership” and “allow” us to do more. And so it was that, during the last century before the “Glorious Millennium,” we made tremendous headway toward our goal of making the Virgin Mother a permanent reality. We made “equality” our campaign slogan, as if we ourselves had thought of it first. But once our footing was firmly established, and the men were trusting us again, we began to be more open regarding our real plans.
I ran across an old college textbook in the archives that was used at Ohio State University over three-hundred years ago, outlining explicitly our plans to recapture dominion and open rule over humanity. The 1994 text, Inviting Transformation, by one Professor Foss (a faculty member of the main campus at Columbus), was sending the message to our foremothers by way of a selection entitled “Whose Woods These Are,” by one Professor Emeritus Gearhart. Gearhart was a respected sage, whose words carried great weight, persuading many. Her main requirements for the coming “New Age” were that the “women be given all the say-so about sex and reproduction,” “all future planning hold the male population to twenty percent,” and “that the whole world acknowledge the primacy of the female of the species” (page 128, second paragraph).
In the next two hundred years, Gearhart's three goals had been met. We once again had glorious dominion over all the earth! The sperm banks begun in the twentieth century provided the raw material for the genetics teams to process and control gender conception rates, thus allowing reduction of the male population to a twenty- percent slave force. We wanted to ensure that once and for all their will would be broken, so that we would never again have to battle for our rightful place in life. We were all artificially inseminated in order to reproduce, and played very enjoyable sex games with our partners. Of course, it was illegal to have sex with a male, and not desirable anyway, as they smelled too badly to be brought out of the pens. Their sex amounted to “being milked” for our sperm banks. Ah, everlasting peace! We had at long last arrived!
At the turn of this present century, 2300 AD, about one year before I was born, two leading genetics research laboratories were working independently in a race to come up with the first artificial sperm. The firm that found it first would become rich beyond measure. One day, one did. Its success was tested and confirmed beyond doubt. The Virgin Mother had at last evolved to its purest form. Women begetting women—altogether without men. (The remaining men, of course, would be peacefully and humanely euthanized, like the needless dogs they had become.) Women! The master race! The only race! We had certainly expended a lot of energy figuring out how to bring about men's demise. We had chalked up all that energy to justifiable anger, not sheer animal aggression. But once we had eliminated our long-standing energy sink, the age-old target for our aggression, there was only one place for our aggression to go!
It began with the retaliation of the “loser” genetics research laboratory, who accused the “winner” of stealing top-secret information from them. Later that same week, a mysterious fire burned the “winner” to the ground. A counter-attack from an “unknown source” blew the “loser” halfway to the clouds with explosives confiscated from several mining firms. In the heat of madness and lost fortunes, no one considered that the two laboratories housed the only remaining natural sperm, to be used for back up. There hadn't been any National Guard or police force to call in, because those agencies hadn't existed for the last century-and-a-half. News spread throughout the world like an expanding shock wave. Peace crumbled to despair. Two searches began. One was to try to reconstruct the genetic plans for artificial sperm (the developer of the original process had been one of several killed in the fire at the “winning” laboratory). The other was a world search for any remaining male human.
I am now fifty-eight years old. To my knowledge, mine was the last human conception on earth. And to my knowledge, I am now the last human left. (The search for any remaining males and the search for artificial sperm were both abandoned many years ago.) How ironic that tomorrow is December 25th. No one will celebrate the Virgin Mother this time. Not even me. Not ever, forever. As I wrote before, when I have finished sealing these engravings, I will go to the Field of Men, the place of their burial, where the last one was thrown away almost sixty years ago. And when I find that youngest mound, I will kneel upon it and open my veins to the soil. And with my remaining breath, I will pray, not to the Virgin Mother, but to a different deity, whom we all ignored until now, when it is too late. And I will humbly beseech this unknown giver of life to raise up a people in our place who understand, believe in, and embrace fairness, truth, and equality between the sexes.
Epilogue
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