They didn't like him; well, one did, Blood Mountain. Not that they necessarily hated him they only liked company that was fun, at ease, not disturbed. The three entwined, the Two Jewels and Blood Mountain, the same names as the ancient Buddhist Dharani Sutras used for the anatomy of a woman, the oldest and, also, the youngest beings in the universe. When they came out of the universal womb they crawled back in. Every none virginal man knows the bliss of entering back into the womb. That was the same bliss they felt always and they didn't want some low life forms mucking it up for them. Being around so long, yet never aging, the were the party and intoxicating elixir of the universe. He had met them before ironically by accident, while delirious from sleep deprivation, one of many ways to enter the state, where they invite you into the womb. What did they want? To save them from the dead star. The star dead in the sky. The anointed one. As the Israelites anointed the body © their dead. So the North Star, dead in the sky, the point where the Hindu chandelier universe hung: was the mad gnostic god, the crocodile Christ. And he wanted to eat them, the entwined ones the symbol of which was the three-pronged spear used by the Tantric Yogis, and he was to upset the Anointed's insane messianic plot, to rid the worship of the other stars: the ancient gods known to man. How? By being a low life piece of crap, and, also making it known that some humans have active higher faculties..