Hijas de UMMO 2
Hijas de UMMO 2
Journal of Possible Paradigms – Spring 2001
The Daughters of UMMO
Some of us believed (a bit naively) that as millennium time passes, millenarist sects would disintegrate with the same logic as they were created. As it wasn’t a massive attack of alien asteroids which would obliged to pray to the superior brothers looking for help, not even the sky would cry blood. How they will do to prevent the adept emigration? With new prophecies? Others Earth’s endings? Will the chaos arrive in the year 3000?
The dangerous sectarian leaders lose power day after day in the fertile 2000. Without justifications or scorn, are arriving to a crossroad that will make them deny their crazy premises. The sword and the wall.
However, one of these criminal organizations didn’t change their dogmas. Apparently, millennium time has been one of the cosmic signs that continue justifying their actions. I’m talking about the Ummo’s Daughters. They loud their dirty voices proclaiming that the true ending will be during summer solstice in 2033.
During an UFO symposium in Mexico in 1994 I had the honour of meeting a portuguese lady (whose name I cant’ reveal) who asked me for some minutes. She needed to talk to somebody about a problem dating from a year ago.
We met in a bar in Federal District. For the first time I heard the denomination Ummo’s Daughters. We talked for two hours and then the lady stood up, a bit nervous, and went away without saying good-bye. Before that I explained that I couldn’t investigate this group because I hat to finish an inquiry I was doing in Chile.
When I finished my compromises with a weekly magazine (in 1995’s summer) I travelled to Bolivia, supposed action place of the Ummo’s Daughters. My stay was very short. There, I met Ramón Lafañe, friend and correspondent of a local newspaper. He warned me about the sect. “If I were you I wouldn’t move not even a finger. Dinovi Gutiérrez doesn’t allow anybody to investigate about her…” my friend confessed. I asked him who this woman was. “It’s the president, an elderly dangerous woman. Forget all about this, Enzo” Ramón manifested with some displeasure. I took his advice. I came back to Buenos Aires and I devoted myself wholly to another investigation.
Two years later an odd message arrived by e-mail. A woman called Cornopus 77 was announced as a Bolivian ummo’s daughter and invited me to visit the headquarters in La Paz, Bolivia. I answered the message immediately with an irrefutable refusal. This was a mistake. Later, I received an uncontrollable number of reports in which there was a detail description of ummite’s social, political and religious life coming from Wolf 424 star, belonging to our stellar map. As a precaution I kept all the documents.
Suddenly, I felt threaten. I talked to the e-mail server and cancelled the P.O. Box. But when I got a new one, I immediately continued receiving messages from Cornopus 77. It seemed she had contacts in Argentina. I updated my office, cleaned the shelves, tidied my papers and started the investigation. Ummo’s daughters have won an new enemy.
I read everything I got about Ummo. Antonio Ribera’s books were the corner stone of my inquiry. There, I discovered the ineffable ummite’s imagination and also the summons power they provoked in the 1960s in Spain. I was put through by Internet, with some “connected” who told me their dissatisfaction and fear. Others daughters wrote messages also. Among them, Beotho 55, Soromon 44, Lawwae 92. 1998 was a searching year. 1999 would be an action year.
A GOOD REPUTATION SECT
March 1999. When I opened my e-mail box I found a new ummite document. This time it wasn’t Cornopus 77 but Florencia Dinovi Gutiérrez, the very organization president. She needed I travel immediately to Bolivia. I had been accepted to enter the organization as an external contributor. I eliminated the message from the entrance tray and concentrate myself on who actually this woman was. I was put through a mental hospital in Perú, which was looking for a woman with milenarist trends and alien hallucinations since several years. I thought about the possibility of a coincidence. I phoned the hospital. Dr. Horacio Torna answered. When I explained what was happening in Bolivia with the Daughters, he recognised the standard of Juana Pordiavel.
“It’s her…” He said with dry voice. He gently sent me some pages of Pordiavel’s personal file, with the only condition that I wouldn’t publish them in a near future.
THE MISTERY IS DEVELOPED
Juana Pordiavel was born in Cuzco, Perú, in 1912. Her parents were humble peasants. When she was 12, Juana left her home because of an assumed father’s abuse. She lived in the streets begging. A Spanish priest? Hermenegildo Abustín? took pity of her condition and invited her to live in the church. This man was essential in her life. She had to cleaning the place receiving food and education in exchange. Juana read with extreme passion biblical texts. Hermenegildo believed seeing in her a potential religious nun. He bought more and more books. As Juana continued reading, her culture and language made —- secure.
At the age of 19 left the church with uncertain destiny. A dose of theology and dissatisfaction would be the perfect elements to the gestation of a sect leader.
Juana met Carlos Opanova, member of an organization called “Deers of Sixth Christ”.. This notorious character fell in love with her and she became his devote wife. This fanatical group moves to Bolivia. There, they illegally took a building which is baptised as “New Heavenly Jerusalem” and celebrate nocturne ceremonies. The neighbours complain. They hear voices in the nights. Some children get lost. “The Deers” are on the police lookout. The building is evacuated and the sect is diversified. Juana and Carlos ?with some sect’s savings? buy a small flat in La Paz. There they restate their bases. Carlos writes letters to the Spanish researcher Jiménez del Oso who sends the original ummite’s reports. Amazed by the promises of a better world, the Opanova make real their dream and the organization grows. From now on, all the woman able to love the close stellar will be Ummo’s Daughters.
CONTROL AND POWER
Juana baptizes herself as Florencia Dinovi Gutiérrez. Her husband is called YIEWAKA, Ummo’s Father-in-law. The sect grows thanks to the cruel social situation. 90 % of the members are poor people who were brought from the streets. The circle expands. Some verbal quarrels with the Catholic Church. Dinovi renounces her catholic heritage and during a nocturne session sends two of her sisters to bring the chalice and wafers of a Church. She urinates on them as a discomfort symbol. Madness takes possession of her psyche. Cornopus, Soromon, Aweea, Lawwae, Beotho, are some of the names that she calls to her members.
Around the summer of the year 2000, I received trough e-mail a singular and disturbing letter, proceeding from Ummo’s own’s father’s hand, YIEWAKA. Next I enclose the complete text in order to appreciate the sect’s thoughts..
MESSAGE TO WHOM BLASPHEMED THE INTEGRITY, THE MORAL AND DISCIPLINE OF OUR ORDER. HEAR THE MESSAGE FROM THE SUPERIOR FATHER OF UMMO, YIEWAKA, THE WISE.
Mr. Jorge M. Iglesias, Mr. Carlos A. Iurchuck, Mr. Enzo Daedro, Mr. Sebastián Jarrè, Mrs. Annabel Ascar, Mrs. Victoria Palacio, Mr. Miguel A. Gómez, Mrs. Mirtha Allende de Pace, Mr. León Samaritano, Mrs. Héctor Braum, Mr. Ernesto Luppi, Mr. Antonio R. López, Mr. Leonardo Finse and Mrs. Manuela Calaña…
….. among others. They have been highlighted because they slandered in a grotesque and miser way our organization’s integrity. Due to “misunderstandings”, wrongly delivered information, “ghostly” informants, etc. They believe and express, with the harmful and loud voice that may exist over the face of the Earth, that the words pronounced by the Bolivian Daughters are a consequence of a “psychotic end of century’s decadence”. What these individuals don’t understand is that they fear the UNKNOWN. As none of them (but Mr. Samaritano) has approached to no one place to understand the meaning of our message, they have been influenced by race and phobic feelings. It’s a pity that this kind of persons has survived to THE LAST IMPRESSION (1987)
We, blood ummites, believed that the human race had overcome the living together problem, that the peace and the truth were guiding you. We are disappointed at your unjustified actions. Only one thing is left: TO DELAY THE 2033 AGREEMENT.
We feel sorry about that. You didn’t reach the expected level. That’s why is that we will communicate with yours leaders, not only government but also religious to give the bad new. The Interplanet Agreement that took a lot of effort to my predecessor, WALAKEA, will definitely close until next notice.
What would you obtain with all this? The human race won’t accept none of the privileges of belonging to our nation. As for Echelon and Merc 9, we will dismantle the units and the programs will no longer be in use. Nordic and African Ummo’s Daughters, sent directly from Ummo’s Capital, will help us with great pity to finish the hydroelectric services. Among a lot of cities, also were will receive directly the shock of the aggressions against our holy organization.
0-2321 / XIJASXUMMOX / HEAD OFFICE 034 / BOLIVIA.
The attack concentrates «mainly» on the UFO annex Cronica’s newspaper director, of Buenos Aires and Mr. Iurchuk (creator of the website “The invisible Dragon”). In second place towards myself and others researchers or simple amateurs.
It seems that YIEWAKA (Carlos Opanova) is a bit furious with the people’s reaction. What did they expect, after all? An applause? Mrs. Pordiavel has generally sent dreadful e-mails which explained that if one didn’t belong to the sect, it would inevitably die in a kind of dantesque hell, and also tortured by the arrogance of belonging to the human genre.
In this impoverished letter it is mentioned the 2033 Agreement’s delay, that involves mankind’s governments as direct accomplices of a supposed alien invasion. It is started also that there are others joined sects to the one in Bolivia. Nordic and African Ummo’s Daughters. In the last weeks I’ve researched and I haven’t found not a bit of information about these two new branches.
Does Opanova try to enlarge the supposed ummite net in Earth? Anyway… What’s for? Greater power and control?
There have been arrived a serial of messages to my box office from a clandestine within the sect. Due to this person’s condition It’s not possible for me to announce his identity until he’s save from Pordiavel and her regrettable Daughters. But what it is allowed to me is to inform the audience about the internal structure and ummite behaviour. For the time being I will call “S” informant.
Once a year they carry out a public call to these ones who are interested in getting into the organization. In a neighbouring square to the general headquarters in Bolivia, place in Panava 451, they have a table with two trained Daughters in order to attract the onlooker’s attention and deceive them with false promises and therefore to fulfil the expecting joining. “S” informant explains that any individual can enrol once in his life. If he fails the exam, he loses any possibility of joining from here to the eternity.
Later, the thirty chosen people, approach to the headquarters and stay there in a round courtyard until further notice. “S” was the first of this group. Apparently Dinovi was looking forward to his arrival so he obtained some “privilege” when the selection time came.
One Daughter appears on stage, thanking everybody for accepting the call. She is Soromon 44 (one of the most famous Dinovi’s secretaries) who shakes her hands with the males and kisses in the jaws to the woman. Soromon 44 invites the thirty people to another place where the initiation will begin. “S” explains that nobody knew for certain what would happen inside there.
The thirty chosen people were placed in a sordid and dark cellar. Soromon 44 closed the door slowly. They were some minutes in silence. Suddenly, a stiff and thick voice was heard through the loudspeakers which explained that they must split in two groups. Men and woman. “S” informant tells that 80 % were woman and the remaining 20 % were men.
A bright light shone on them. About fifteen Daughters, just trained, appeared from both sides of the cellar and gave triangular green hats to woman and violet hats to men. The Daughters «very gently» asked them to kneel down and put on the hats. They did. The trained Daughters disappeared. Silence again. “S” informant anxiety is evident on his story.
Steps. A murmur. No. A light canticle. A blue light shone, exactly, on the president Florencia Dinovi Gutiérrez. She was dressed in a long red gown with Ummo’s government logo green in the both shoulders. The elderly woman went to the female group, humming. She picked a woman at random. Dinovi took her to the center of the place and asked her to show one of her bosoms. The chosen woman accepted every order as if she was hypnotized by the leader. Dinovi Gutiérrez produced a dagger from her clothes and picked the nipple’s tip until it started to bleed. One Daughter ran towards there, picked some blood’s drops and went out. Dinovi asked the chosen woman to lie on the floor singing: “WALAE, WALAE, THEY ARE HERE FOR YOU. YIEWAKA, STELLAR LORD, OPEN YOUR MIND AND LET THEM GO, TO THE GOOD FORTUNE. WALAE, WALAE”. “S” ?impressed?, felt he must go immediately. But he thought about what happened in his personal life and accepted the challenge to join the sect with the aim to destroy it.
Everybody was asked, but the wounded woman and “S”, to go back to the central courtyard where they would rest in their own’s chambers. Dinovi had a lively talk with “S” about basic dogma and Ummo’s destiny.
LIFE IN THE SECT
Dinovi Gutiérrez stayed locked in her ample office most part of weekdays. She has a powerful computer which maintains the web site and sends ?constantly? e-mails to the rest of the planet. It searches people with certain prominence who can help to achieve the ummite’s message. As one can previously appreciate, she only goes out that place when the necessity is essential. The initiation is one of the rituals par excellence. Soromon 44, Waooa 11, Cornopus 77 and Lawwae 22 are four secretaries that maintain the elderly’s physiological necessities. They are in charge of the economic and political sect’s administration. As well as of receiving guests of well-know Bolivian and international community’s characters. They also organize an enterprise of cloths and food in the street. What we call STREET SALE. First grade Daughters/Sons must work about fourteen hours a day to reach the second level of awareness as the OWWA (The Imperfection’s Book) decrees.
To make matters worse, Dinovi receives a Bolivian adolescent’s visit who’s called NUWUO (The innocent in ummite’s language) who works as a taxi-boy. It seems that the elderly’s sexual appetite remains, at least, intact. At present this young boy is missing.
The ummite’s day begins at 7 O’ Clock in the morning. Before breakfast a sixth’s grade Daughter reviews the compulsory OWWA’s reading. This Daughter selects a first grade to give her reflection. In the event of hadn’t carried out the reading, this Daughter will be confined until further notice in a horrible cellar as law decrees.
After a short and little breakfast (a cup of milk and some rye bread) every member goes to his/her appointed task where he/she stays till 20.30 approximately. At 21.00 Hs go to bed. Night sexual activities aren’t allowed. If it is the case one can for a request to Waooa 11 sister who’s in charge of sending messages of this kind to Dinovi Gutiérrez.
The sect’s members have a free day a week. This is on Sunday. In the case of Mr. “S” and thanks to his reputation another free day is given.
The OWWA constitutes the dogmatic pillar of Ummo’s Daughters. It was originally written by Carlos Opanova when they achieved spiritualist sessions in the previous and missing sect “Deers of Sixth Christ”. It nourishes, mainly, with theories and teachings given in a perpendicular way by Ummo’s white brothers. It is the Bible’s Order.
You will be asking yourself: Why Mr. “S” didn’t bring the police force to that place and stop this growing milenarist nonsense? I’ll explain you in a simple way.
“S” has tried, trivially, to communicate the sect’s danger to the police. He has only received refusals and more negatives answers. An one occasion, he was hit by two policeman when he was going to give evidence. Neither the court, not any embassy has taken him into account. That’s why “S” continues living together with the Daughters. Day after day he gathers proofs, waiting for the occasion to show the sect’s guilt.
We hope his prayers come true.
Don Josep Triadó Pebble.
Of our good natured consideration.
Recently we have felt a rejection of European origin. We did not know (poor ingenuous) that in your magazine a supposedly journalistic article of Mr. Enzo had been published Daedro of which already we have discussed in our aposentos does something more of year and means.
We longed for to see published these lines with the only aim to clarify the underlying conflict with and for our organization.
Firstly we wanted to demystify our social and political movements. For the modern man it is easy to point its weapon of » which is well and what he is bad » to the fellow. Daedro had opportunity to come to this beautiful country and to contemplate WITH ITS LIMPIDOS EYES that nothing of peculiar stranger nor we could be doing.
We have a vote of abstention and poverty. Also we create in the reincarnation and the law of Talión. It is a sin? I reiterate. It is a sin? Clear. The catholics command. From Rome, until Cancún, passing by the United Arab Emirates… they are all Children of the Son. Yes, he forgot it. But… they remember that the prophet died nailed by five spurs in the cross? And why as much pain and suffers?
We waited for the day of ours vindication. In Argentina already we were classified (thanks, also, a Daedro) of » sectarians, patients, people who need to be jailed «. We constituted a luck of coarse stereotype: sect of the dawn of the millenium. Twenty or thirty worldly Bolivians led by an old crazy person, of black curls and hats of diverse colors.
Know something, Triadó Pebble. That he is not alive badly in the meat but in the mind. That behind the reality there is sinfín of deities that have been left after the arrival of the Big Bang quiet. They only need a charge. A package with a signal. The key to return is in you: report to the people of the treason of the 2033.
Thanking for his always it burnishes pose, return to my office with the clear videncia that the world the morning will be better than the one of the today. Because it was yesterday today we will repeat this oral fight.
Because written in the OWWA: you will say two when one. That YIEWAKA accompanies and gives forces to him to support the calvario of the daily life.
Florence Dinovi Gutiérrez,
President of the Bolivian Daughters of Ummo.
La Paz, Bolivia.
LA INFORMACION QUE SIGUE, ALE, FUE BAJADA DEL WEB SITE DE LAS HIJAS DE UMMO (AHORA PARECE QUE LE DIERON LA BAJA)
Hacemos de este un mundo grotesco. No creo que se nos pueda culpar de obscenas o desagradables, somos apenas humanas.
Las cosas, mientras más crudas y más cercanas a nuestra naturaleza, deberían ser más hermosas. Pájaros muertos en abril, cuerpos agobiados en diciembre, la idea del amor que todavía flota como si no hubiera más que espasmos y pedidos.
Somos esas marcas en los hombros. Somos esas llagas en el pecho, y los considerados de siempre nos cuentan cómo perder el contacto, cómo simplemente irse, emigrar o morir. Nos envuelven sonidos caóticos. Nos hacen creer que ya no somos simples, nos descomplican hasta la anemia, hasta sentir que el mundo real nos es intangible.
Naufragar en nosotras es como volver a la razón primigenia, sencilla, astral y sumisa. Nacimos para adorar y ser felices con ello. Tú también puedes emigrar con sólo saber que tienes una nueva e inalterable verdad por descubrir.
Somos tus hermanas lejanas. Únete a nosotras.
La humanidad perdió el miedo básico que la regía, vuelta hacia el pequeño miedo individual. El gran temor deberá ser recuperado como irrevocable signo de esperanza y nueva fé. El primer signo aleccionador será la manifestación sobrenatural del gran Mesías Rojo vistiendo hueso-carne-sangre- vena y tendón. Cuya poderosa aura investirá las más profusas emanaciones provenientes de la inacción, que representa mandato y fuerza cósmica acercando a los receptores primarios al primero de los ochos estadíos anímicos cardinales grabados en el MAWA. Éstos representan la base del WAAM. Ellos serán los primeros en acercarse como entidades recién iniciadas y confusas.
Aquellos hombres abiertos compartirán sangre y dolor de los herederos de NOAH, perversos hijos de YAVHE y ALA. Leerán los pensamientos hipócritas y degradantes de padres y madres terrestres, y despertarán al sabor de las moléculas en movimiento. Así está escrito en el XOMOWA desde la caída de OMAAE, quien ensució los fluidos, que los nuevos ímpetus sagrados salpica- rán el WAAM de paz, justicia y revelación. El contacto con la gran matriz elevará al hombre que haya poseído los ochos estados anímicos en su totalidad. Los pondrá en contacto absoluto con el WAAM aural, enorme red de conciencias o sub-constelaciones, invisibles a los ojos de cualquier maquinaria, demostrando así cuan obsoleta es la tecnología divinizada que vuestra civilización amamanta con agria leche de escarnios y procacidades terrestres afincadas en el desprecio astral y la ignorancia. La conciencia de nuestra propia insignificancia nos eleva y esparce como nubes de polvo, abriéndonos una puerta a una verdadera moral única y definitiva que nos lleva a desesperar la carne y a sólo adorar a quienes han sido genuinamente divinizados por la gracia de YIEWAKA, que con su rojo manto hace vibrar nuestro centro u ojo de la mente. Comprendemos esa desesperación, la sentimos en obsoletas carne y uña, también la sentimos en AWWA y MAWA. No os preocupéis. La carne no es perenne y aunque esta es una cierta afirmación:
NADA SE OLVIDA Y NADA SE PERDONA. ESCRITO FUE EN LA TRAMA DEL WAAM. SOLO EXISTE UN PADRE QUE REPOSA SUS GANGLIOS SOBRE LA PAZ Y LA FELICIDAD DE UMMO.
Los WOWOON deben recitarse en ayunas cada 29 de Febrero de año bisiesto. Con un 8 tatuado en ambas palmas de la mano, el lector estará acompañado por dos niñas que le masturbarán cada testículo al entonar la primera línea de los 3 emblemas.
Apenada la corrosión de los techos
marginales espectros lumínicos
ancestros de la materia descompuesta
Nada es parecido a siempre
reconoce tu esencia
madre de todas las narípodes
Calculando la esfera del cáncer
la muerte transeúnte de una
mentira impresa sobre universalidad
El camino hacia la recta
es el círculo del
triángulo de la absolución
amo y pastor
sendero y oscuridad
sentimiento y carencia
es tu amor
envolvente como el ruido
del nacimiento de las estrellas
no esperes mi redención
llegará a tus piernas bifurcas
lo o le
Haz el pacto como
si los últimos
sin corona ni espada
hermanas contraen enfermedades
embebidas por la sinrazón
Calor para el frío
amargura de pertenecer al
proposiciones indecentes explayo
mi WEEA al puro
sincronizado con la
ultrajada porción de milenarismo
hermano y padre
hijo y madre
semen y óvulo
piel de los misericordiosos
que dominasen el pasado con el báculo
de la felicidad
marrana inconsistencia existencialista
los días y las noches
te persiguen como malandrines
en posiciones sexuales aposesionadas
bisexualmente para ti
señor y señora
de las raíces de UMMO
como nosotros y vosotros
perdonamos perdonáis a los que nunca nos os ofendieron pero sí
a los que maltrataron la religión universal de las esperanzas
compresas bajo libros de imperfecciones y cuadráticas
sin embargo, es
embargo la puntuación de la amígdala sacra
remedio para insomnio
abro mis piernas
corrompo mi sexo
abro mis piernas
corrompo mi sexo
eyaculo tu fuego
inmortal pieza de ajedrez
en la ópera ummita
punta de rascacielos
tristeza de resplandor
El estigma de la madre negra
para describir el planeta menstrual
expulsa mis demonios
el escepticismo y la papa de la gallina fragmento
de un resonante lecho
donde todo UMMO desenfrenó su agonía
claridad y compostura
rige, continúa, a los maestros
asediando a los alumnos con
Conocemos tu dolor, dominamos tu dolor.
Al finalizar la lectura, el lector debe penetrar las orejas izquierdas de las niñas al son de
ERES LA RAZON DE MI TRISTEZA
Posteriormente los tres iniciados deben ducharse en jalea real.
Maravilla de nuestro Señor YIEWAKA la carne consentida de la que debemos relegar. Noción simple de átomo y materia que debemos trascender. Y he aquí la primera de nuestras nociones absolutas:
Conocer y Aceptar para Superar
La bendita noción del dolor simple y del placer separados de nuestra AWWA. La básica estructura carnal de MAWA que nos atrapa y mortifica. Aquel que abrirá la palma de su mano y quebrará la costilla candente de la humanidad, nos enseña que debemos agotar nuestros sentidos hasta notar cuan vulgares son. Las perfectas palabras del Mesías Rojo de Ummo fueron:
TERSA PIEL-ESQUEMA DEBERA DEJAR DE SER RESPETADO.
TEMOR PREJUICIO-DEBERA ROMPER SUS BARRERAS.
ARMAZON-MAWA SEPARA AWWA DE WAAM.
MORAL-VERGÜENZA NO APLICABLES.
CORTAR CABLES Y LIBERAR ENERGIAS ES PRECISO PARA OBRAR CAMBIO.
NOCION DEFINITIVA SIMPLIFICADA MAWA-AWWA-WAAM ES PRECISA PARA OBRAR CAMBIO
CODICIA-RENCOR-LUJURIA-DOLOR-AMOR DEBERAN REALMENTE SER EXPERIMENTADOS Y OBTENIDOS PARA DESEAR BUSCAR RECOMPENSA SUPERIOR.
EL QUE REPRIME-SUPRIME-TEME IDEA-ACTO CONSIDERADO-CARATULADO-PREJUZGADO
VULGAR-NO PERTINENTE-NO MORAL SIEMPRE ANHELA-DESEA-ESPERA.
ANULANDO ANHELO-DESEO DE ESTADIO SUPERIOR.
Así habló YIEWAKA.
PARA COMUNICARSE CON NUESTRA ORGANIZACION
Pueden realizarlo a través del correo electrónico a:
O a través del correo ordinario a:
Panava 451, AV 2º. DS 9431. Bolivia.