Prize Winner - Summer 2013
is Nan Beeson
of Granada Hills, California
“DAY OF THE LORD”
(Ode to Satan)
Oh, Satan, Mighty King of Tyrus, sitting so haughtily upon thy
crumbling rock of Tyre. Dost thou not know there art someone
mightier than thou?
Hast thou forgotten the majestic Queen of Babylon; the mighty
whore who consumed babies while waning in their mothers’ wombs?
Hast thou forgotten she wert falsely sanctified before thy
sperm cocooned in her
Dos’t thou not comprehend this immoral dastardly
Queen was both
the filthy conceiver and conceived?
Birthed from her egg from which thou emerged, thou shalt
boomerang into her contaminated womb, slithering filthily back
into it like
a quivering, sniveling earthworm.
egg once falsely glorified with thy vile and venomous
fangs will lie dead and buried
in the ground with its burnished
and shattered shell reviewing the illusion thou cast upon
world for centuries.
Dost thou not know t’was from her womb thou wert cast for
share her crown; her imbecilic son who thought he
could overtake her majestic rule
and sit on her thrown?
Thou need not snivel
any longer, oh, mighty king of the thunder world,
for thou shalt get thy just reward
cowering in the pit,
watching her hovering above the consuming flames like a fledgling
just hatched from its shell and drowning in its own yolk as are you.
Upon thy demise, the world shall know why the reek of thee
was so intense, for there is nothing more putrid than the stench of a rotten egg!
About the author:
was born of Armenian Immigrants in East Los Angeles in 1926. The name on her certificate of birth was "Berchanouth."
Her mother said it was not her name and did not know how it got there. To this day she does not know the etymology of the
name and decided to call herself Nan.
They were very poor. Her father was a rubbish man and collected rubbish during the middle of the
night while most people were sleeping. That is the only kind of job he could find because of illiteracy. Consequently, Nan
grew up with holes in her socks and rundown heals. Her mother made her dresses made out of ruffles from the better fabrics
she salvaged from rubbish.
Her mother was a much younger bride than her husband and was forced to marry him as a child bride
after the Turkish Holocaust when her entire family was exterminated and she fortunately escaped because her parents were
wealthy and had enough gold to pay for her passage to the United States.
In 1956, she lost her beloved infant child and almost had a nervous breakdown. She
went into hibernation for decades and studied the writings of the world religions hoping to find the answers.
One day, in 1959 she found
herself out of her body gazing down at herself. She did not know how it happened, but it was a frequent experience after
saw in her inner vision writings descending from heaven on scrolls. She copied them as fast as she could in shorthand. She
has over a hundred such writings as well as scripts. The attached poem (above) "Ode to Satan" is one of them.
At 87, she continues to
see these scrolls when she closes her eyes as well as having experiences while out of her physical body in other dimensions
and other time periods on this planet Earth.
Her quest since 1990 is to be a writer of controversial Bible stories and poetry.