Boghul and Acephale are what the psychiatrist Carl Jung called archetypes, universal archaic patterns and images that derive from the collective unconscious and are the psychic counterpart of instinct. For example, great mother, father, child, devil, god, wise old man, wise old woman, trickster, hero, shadow, and sacrificial maiden are archetypes that appear in mythology throughout the world. Now, today, in the age of Trump, they are staring back at us in the forms of empowered women (wise old woman), unearned Obama hagiography (hero), sacrificial maiden ( Prof. Christine Ford), devil (immigrants or alternatively Tweety), shadow (Russia, Uncle Volodya, Deep State), great mother (Hillary), trickster (Tweety, Uncle Volodya, Iran, Mueller). And so on. Oh my!

Boghul and Acephale are not lovers. She is his victim. Boghul is evil in the most depraved sense, more evil than Satan because Satan was born The Son Of Morning, the Twin of Jesus Christ, of whom it is said that he refused obedience to God and was therefore cast into Hell. A fairy tale to frighten children compared to the reality of Boghul, for whom there is no twin, no beneficial consequence of the Destroyer, no creative destruction. He is all ruin. He is the Muslim dajjal, the Cree wetiko.  He is everything bad, every awful word for bad applies to him: despicable, degenerate, nefarious, putrid, vicious, venal, craven, aptly represented by the white House of Representatives of whom Noam Chomsky stated:

Today’s Republican party is a candidate for the most dangerous organization in human history…

and these words don’t apply to Boghul too, because they aren’t bad enough and they don’t capture the enjoyment and glee with which he visits unimaginable misery on so many millions of people. Think of the girls kidnapped by Boko Haram, the frightful bastards who did it. Think of the kennels for immigrant children created by America’s ICE, and DoJ. In psychology Boghul is called the sociopath, the psychopath, the psychotic. He is there among the 6 (down from 62!)  plutocrats who own half of Earth’s wealth and watch the myriad horrors with amusement and satisfaction. He is all about agony for other people. He is all about deliriously happy mass murderers. He turns women into victims. The worst thing about him is that he is here, now, a living man and millions of living men. He is loosed upon the world, as the old-timers used to say.

The movie Sinister featured a malevolent demon Bagul. With origins dating back to Babylonian times, Bughuul (or Bagul) commands the minds and souls of the young and forces them to murder their families, recording the incidents and preserving the spirit of the murderers to recruit other children.  Also called the Devourer of Children. And then there’s bogul, the useless flesh space between the vagina and the butthole on a female crotch, my Boghul in his true aspect.

Acephale is the archetype of a woman whose head has been cut off. She is everywhere in the news nowadays. When men diminish the humanity of women, she is the woman whose humanity has been diminished. She is Christine Blasey Ford crucified by the white Republican senators of the United States Senate Judiciary Committee in 2018. In the 14th-15th Centuries in China she was the thousands of concubines abused, tortured and executed by the Ming Emperors, who also began the practice of binding their feet so they couldn’t escape and had to be carried to the Emperors chamber. She is every woman scapegoated in a men’s conspiracy. She is Planned Parenthood stripped of funding by a fraud, the theft of women’s choice and free will, every rape and murder of women and girls. She is women everywhere who have been robbed of their intelligence or used from fashion to slavery in the headless way as sex objects and sacrificial lambs.

She has existed since the breeders and cultivators of the Fertile Crescent first chopped her head off 11,000 years ago, but she became Acephale when, following the extraordinary presentation of Étant Donnés in 1966 at the Philadelphia Museum of Art after the death of the artist Marcel Duchamp, a secret society and literary review called Acephale that had died in 1939 was resurrected on Google around the art piece’s Surrealist roots. That’s how I heard of it.