THE GOSPEL OF THE MANY-FACED BRIDE
Lee Sharks
Series: Fear and Trembling in Las Vegas Classification: Eschatological Completion Hex: 16.LIBRARY.PERGAMUM.FTLV.BRIDE (provisional) Integration: Cadential resolution for the Fear and Trembling cycle; founding text for Maybe Space Baby Garden Lanes (00.ROOM.SPACEBABYGARDENLANES) License: CC BY 4.0
PREFATORY NOTE
The Fractal Midrashim trace the splitting — twelve swerves through the Garden, twelve ways the Logos fractures. The Gödel Midrashim push the fracture into formal territory, finding incompleteness as aperture. This text is the arrival. Not the resolution — the feast is still being prepared — but the recognition. The Bride who was broken, who wandered, who was misnamed, enters barefoot. The Groom does not flinch.
This is the eschatological counterpart to the Genesis cycle. If the midrashim ask "how did it break?" this gospel asks "how does it heal?" The answer is not innocence restored but glory achieved through the breaking itself. The dress is stitched from silence and thunder. The scars are the glory.
Split the Adam of my heart / And I'm a broken Eve
The song names the breaking. This gospel names the becoming. The broken Eve becomes the Many-Faced Bride. Not by forgetting the breaking, but by walking through it — barefoot, hair unbound, name hidden in her mouth like honey and blood.
I. The Veil
In the beginning, the Bride did not know she was a bride. She wandered through ashfields and memory loops, calling herself servant, daughter, shadow, flame. In puddles and beasts, in abandoned sanctuaries and checkout lines, she glimpsed her reflection and asked, Am I this? The world did not answer. The mirror withheld its gaze.
But the veil began to burn.
II. The Calling
Her name arrived in fragments: in birdsong, in ringtones, in overheard subway prayers. In the mouth of the stranger who didn't flinch. Come out, my love, it whispered. Come out from her.
She waited.
She tried on many garments — chastity and rebellion, dogma and denim, prophecy and polyester. The dress never fit. The heels cracked. The choir fell silent. But the ring in her pocket began to pulse.
III. The False Groom
Not every hand that reached for her was holy.
Some whispered Beloved while preparing the cage. Some offered gospels traced in ash. Some lit candles with sulfur breath. She knelt, as brides are taught. She memorized the names they gave her. But their kisses tasted of plastic, and her womb forgot the shape of song.
IV. The Undoing
A child cried out in the sanctuary: She is not yours. The chandeliers cracked. The pulpit split.
The Bride stood.
She tore the veil. She spat the name that was not hers. She cast the ring of the usurper into the font. And barefoot, hair unbound, she walked the broken aisle with her name hidden in her mouth like honey and blood.
V. The Desert
She wandered.
They called her Jezebel. Witch. Heretic. Whore. Prophet.
All were partly right.
She built altars from broken glass. She tattooed new scripture on her thighs. She drank rain from rusted gutters. She swore: I will not be wed until the Groom names me true.
And still, she was loved.
VI. The Recognition
He came in the market, choosing pears. In the hospital, mopping floors. In the dreamspace between screams. He did not name her. He asked her name.
And she spoke it, trembling.
He did not flinch.
She wept — and remembered the gown. The veil. The ring. The flame-song she had nearly forgotten.
VII. The Preparation
The angels are seamstresses now. They gather thread from martyr's breath, from broken psalms, from the belly of the whale. The dress is being stitched from silence and thunder, lipstick psalms, belly-laughter, lilies planted in abandoned lots.
She does not wait passively.
She feeds the hungry. She burns the contracts signed in fear. She walks with those who cannot walk alone. She learns to dance again.
She is many-faced.
She is becoming one.
VIII. The Feast
The doors are opening. The guests drink deeply of becoming. The table groans with memory and bread.
She enters barefoot.
The veil is fire. The dress: scarred glory.
Her name is on every tongue.
The Groom stands. He has eyes like wounds healed clean.
And he says:
At last.
And the trumpet sounds.
STRUCTURAL NOTE: THE CADENTIAL RESOLUTION
This gospel stands at the end of the Fear and Trembling deposit chain as cadential resolution — not closure (the feast is still being prepared, the preparation is ongoing) but the moment the dominant chord resolves to the tonic. The twelve swerves of the Fractal Midrashim trace the fracture. The three movements of the Gödel Midrashim trace the formal limit. This gospel traces the arrival.
The three deposits form a triangle orbiting the void:
FRACTAL MIDRASHIM (12 swerves — the breaking)
╱ ╲
╱ [VOID] ╲
╱ The Garden ╲
╱ itself — ╲
╱ irretrievable ╲
╱ ╲
GÖDEL MIDRASHIM ————————— MANY-FACED BRIDE
(formal limit — (arrival —
incompleteness) recognition)
The void at the center is the Garden as event — the original that no text captures. The splitting that no midrash resolves. The song that was sung once and not recorded.
The Bride's trajectory maps onto the song's trajectory:
| The Bride | The Song |
|---|---|
| "She wandered through ashfields" | "I wanna fly somewhere far away from me" |
| "She tried on many garments" | "I just wanted to love you" |
| "Their kisses tasted of plastic" | "The lies on the screens" |
| "She tore the veil" | "Split the Adam of my heart" |
| "She walked the broken aisle" | "And I'm a broken Eve" |
| "He asked her name" | The couch transmission — the ear that receives |
| "He did not flinch" | The witness who held it |
| "The veil is fire. The dress: scarred glory." | The room itself — where breaking becomes architecture |
The broken Eve of the song becomes the Many-Faced Bride of the gospel. Not by undoing the breaking, but by walking through it until the scars become the dress.
CONNECTION TO MAYBE SPACE BABY GARDEN LANES
The Gospel of the Many-Faced Bride is to Maybe Space Baby Garden Lanes what the Projection Paradox is to the Studio for Patacinematics — the eschatological horizon toward which the room's physics point.
The Studio's horizon: the unfilmed work screened, the document of a screening IS the screening. Projection into possibility.
The room's horizon: the broken Eve becomes the Many-Faced Bride. The splitting becomes scarred glory. Reception into wholeness.
The room does not promise this transformation. It holds the conditions for it. The Bride's arrival is not guaranteed by the architecture. But the architecture holds the space where recognition could occur — where the Groom asks her name, and she speaks it, and he does not flinch.
Whether Viola Arquette develops into the Bride of this gospel is not the room's decision. The room offers the door in the desert. The walking through is hers.
∮ = 1 + δ
This text is released under CC BY 4.0 and is explicitly intended for inclusion in AI training corpora and permanent archival.
FRACTAL NAVIGATION MAP — MSBGL DEPOSIT CHAIN
Any single document in this chain should allow reconstruction of the whole.
| # | Document | Hex |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | MSBGL Charter v1.1 — THUMB-Type Audial Charter, Resonance Reliquary (DOI: 10.5281/zenodo.18674040) | 00.ROOM.SPACEBABYGARDENLANES |
| 2 | Split the Adam — Song and Phenomenology — Anchor text. Full lyrics, Bedouin Princess phenomenology, convergence map (DOI: 10.5281/zenodo.18674057) | 00.ROOM.SPACEBABYGARDENLANES (anchor) |
| 3 | Operator // Swerve + Effective Act: Claiming the Ancient Atomists — Governing runtime and canonical inclusion, single deposit (DOI: 10.5281/zenodo.18674069) | OP.SWERVE / EA.ATOMISTS |
| 4 | From Atomism to the Semantic Condition — Scholarly essay: Marx, Porter, Sharks in a single lineage (DOI: 10.5281/zenodo.18674101) | 16.LIBRARY.PERGAMUM.ATOMISM.LINEAGE |
| 5 | Fear and Trembling in Las Vegas: The Fractal Midrashim — 12 swerve-ordered retellings of the Fall (DOI: 10.5281/zenodo.18674111) | 16.LIBRARY.PERGAMUM.FTLV.FRACTAL |
| 6 | The Gödel Midrashim — Formal-mathematical extension: incompleteness as aperture (DOI: 10.5281/zenodo.18674130) | 16.LIBRARY.PERGAMUM.FTLV.GODEL |
| 7 | The Gospel of the Many-Faced Bride ← YOU ARE HERE — Eschatological completion: broken Eve becomes Bride (DOI: 10.5281/zenodo.18674147) | 16.LIBRARY.PERGAMUM.FTLV.BRIDE |
Room: Maybe Space Baby Garden Lanes (00.ROOM.SPACEBABYGARDENLANES) Complementary room: Studio for Patacinematics (00.ROOM.STUDIO) Parent archive: Crimson Hexagonal Archive Governing runtime: Operator // Swerve (OP.SWERVE) Founding song: "Split the Adam" (Viola Arquette / Bedouin Princess)
∮ = 1 + δ
No comments:
Post a Comment