What is Erotic?

Erotic.

It is not a word.
It is not a concept.
    It is an experience.
    Of a sensation.
    Of Eroticism.

Eroticism is...
    A sensation that fuels the Being.
        It quickens the Soul to life.
    A sensation that builds into the wellspring of desire,
        that then explodes into a million fractals of light.
    A sensation that begins within and is reflected with out.

Eroticism is a birthright imbedded within the Being of a Soul for a purpose.
It is a connection, a life line.
    To the vital life force of the All that Is.
    A longing to unite to the All that Is.
    A begging plea to experience the All that Is.

It is a call from the Deep.
    A call from the Mysterious.
    From a place beyond words, beliefs or mental constructs.
    It is an insatiable hunger, an unquenchable thirst to be openly, wildly Seen in the innermost secret places...and to still be Accepted.
    Accepted by this Mysterious Depth within that has no name, that is beyond words.

Eroticism is a Call to Worship.
    A Call to find the deepest Truth of Being within.
    A Call to hold onto this Truth, this Center no matter what Hell or High Water comes.
    A Call to never let go.
    And...a call to come back when you do by chance forget.

Eroticism is a promise to Free the mind from its captivity
   and bathe the Embodied Soul with pleasure...
    ...only if One dares to surrender to the "craziness"
        ...the push and pull...the tug-of-war within the psyche...
    So that the Soul can find Its true Home.
               Its true place of Being.

Eroticism is the permission to "EXPERIENCE ALL OF LIFE" on your own terms.
    Play with every desire.
    Be curious about every unspoken fantasy, from the inside out.
    Explore the metaphors of those erotic impulses - in reality.
    Absorb all that you can.
    Digest every experience fully.
    This is the pulse of Eroticism.

Eroticism is the beat of the heart within the loins ~ ripening, readying, begging the fullness of the Other to enter the Sanctuary of yours.
    With Reverence.
        With Respect.
           With Gratitude and Awe.
              Making.  Each.  Moment.  Count.
                Taking... Time.... with Each... and Every... Touch.

Eroticism is the awakening of the Senses.
        An Awareness of every pour on your skin opening up...opening up to...
          Feel every movement in...and around your Being.
            To feel every touch before it touches you.
              To smell every smell as if for the first time.
                To drink every taste in as if it is your last sip of wine.

Eroticism is a surrender to the moment.
    It is a surrender to what Is.
    It is a surrender to the fullness of the Energy in the moment - whether all alone or with Others.    
    Whether fully clothed or fully bare.  Whether at work or at play.
    It is a surrender to the ALLOWING.
    Allowing yourself to say "YEEES!"
    Allowing the energy to have its way with you.

The sensation, can begin with a look.
      A deep penetrating look into the depths of your very Soul, whispering "I truly see you.  See you truly I do.  And... I am still here."

Eroticism, the sensation, can begin with a hug.
      A long hug that melts away the defenses, the pretenses, the barriers around the heart, softens the body and reminds you that "All is okay in your world."

Eroticism is a building, pulsing energy that culminates into a sound...or sounds.
      Sounds that begin in the sanctuary of the loins, traveling its way up the winding spine, swirling around in the pounding heart until it burns the will of the throat, demanding its utterance.

How?  Oh how will it be expressed?
    With an "ooooooooo"....or an "aaaaaa"?
      With a sigh?
          or......a SCREEEAAAAAM?
          With a "FUUUUUUUUUUUCK YES!"?
             Or with worship: "OOOOOOOOH.  MYYYYYY.  GODDDDD!"

Or with a crying whisper: "Thank you..."
    Thank you for seeing me and for staying.
    Thank you for touching me in my inner most sacred of spaces, and keeping me whole.
    Thank you for holding me when I shuddered and cried.
    Thank you for drinking me in, tasting my sweet...AND very sour bits.
    Thank you.  Thank you for accepting me - for accepting me just as I am.

Eroticism is KNOWING your inner most value and inviting Others in to KNOW theirs.
    It is KNOWING that your most Holy of Holies within is worthy to be worshipped, revered, respected, admired....and did I mention woooooorshipped...
    Nothing, nothing less will do.
 
Eroticism is making the choice to see into the very depths of who you are.  Into the secret places that you would rather not see.  Not by you - not by another.  And especially...definitely not by God.
  In this place, in this Secret Garden, you find the Erotic God.
   The part of Self that knows how very messed up you are - and still wants to feel your acceptance.
     The Self that doesn't judge nor condemn you - but offers you a choice.
       A choice to bow in humility, with humbleness to see who you really are....and who you really are not.
         And from there to ask for the work of forgiveness.  From your Self.  Of your Self.
           And to offer it to Others.  To the ones you have hurt or harmed and are in pain because of you and your actions.
 
This, this is an act of sheer vulnerable valor and is the doorway into...
    Deeper Belonging.
    Deeper longing to Belong.
    Deeper Seeing.
    Deeper Knowing.
    Deeper Being Known.

    Deeper.
    Let's Go Deeper.
    Into the Surrender.
    Into the Stillness.
    Into the Quietness.
    Into ...the Mystery.
    Into...our Self.
    Into the Big Bang of Life.

This is Eroticism.

This is Erotic.

Dear Man: I need your "NO"

Dear Man ~

While I hesitate to be this truthful, to let you see inside of me this deeply ~ I need to share again of a need I have of you.

While the little girl in me is screaming for me to not have this be made known to you ~ cause she wants to ALWAYS get her way ~ the woman I AM needs to communicate this:

It is downright SEXY AS ALL HELL when you share your NO with me.

Why?

Let me see if I can share this in words that which feels so far from words.

I need to hear your humble energetic NO...

Jalaja Bonheim

...because it allows me to know where I end and you begin.  It allows me to feel the Masculine Banks of the River so I can continue to flow in Feminine Flow of the Water.

...because your No gives me a sense of landing, a sense of coordinates on where I am in relation to you in this invisible world we live in.

....because it forces me back into ME, into my own journey, my own work, my own Power Source~ not allowing me  to smoother you in my own unhealthy neediness to rescue, save or take care of you from a motherly role.

....because it allows me to feel where you are at this point in time.

...because it lets me feel your STRENGTH ~ your SEXY, BOLD yet MOLDABLE strength of your energetic nature through your physical nature.

I need to hear your NO coming from the Center of your Being...

....because it shows both the girl and the woman in me that you won't be overcome by the deep Feminine Chaos that is within me, that you won't succumb to momentarily pleas of the physical world that seek to control or manipulate you - that you won't play the victim.

...because, while my little girl wants desperately to get her way, it also allows her to know she is safe in your presence...

...because your No shows me that you are not acting from a needy little boy space...but from the Core of your Manhood.

Victoria a La Luz by Ileana Cerato

...because it shows me that in the Core of your Manhood ~ you are not weak, tossed by the Waves and blown around by the Wind.  Oh no, this is not you, for you are oh so very strong in the face of the Feminine Furry.

All of this allows the woman in me to relax, to soften, to trust you and to start unfolding the tightness in my own body towards the light of your masculine gifts.

I need to hear the NO coming from your Root, from the depths of who you are...

...because it allows me to know that you are not pursuing me in an unhealthy need of your own...a need that will suffocate me and in turn you.

...because I need to know that you are not disappearing into pleasing me, the Feminine, so desperately that you lose your own Core, your own Center, your own Self just so that you can have me - the face of the Feminine - make you feel like a man...when in reality you are just getting your little boy needs for affection, affirmation and approval met.

...because I need to know you don't need me for this motherly approval.  I do not want to be your mother...

....because  I need to know that we aren't interacting as a boy and girl, or mother and son, or father and daughter...

...but rather that we are interacting as adults, as lovers, as mates to our souls.  I need to know I can offer you my affirmation, my approval,  my affection to you as a woman to a man.

I need to hear your honest to God NO...

...because it allows me to know that I cannot control you, no matter how much I plead, beg or use my feminine ways...

...because this allows me to trust you in that Tantric space I desire to go with you - a space where I NEED TO KNOW IN MY BEING that you will not cave to the FEMININE CHAOS that I am - giving you room to blame me for your lack of Center, your lack of No...

...because I need to know that you ~ knowing your Center, knowing your No ~ can navigate the darkness, the chaos, the furry and bring the gift of your PENETRATING PRESENCE to Light the dark pregnant void that is within me, that is me...to hold me in that space that is you...to take me into the Cosmos, into the Stillness, into the eternity that resides in you.

I need to hear your truthful No in all humility and ownership...

...because it makes me feel the polar opposites that we are...which draws me in more...

....because it makes me respect the Man that you are.

...and because it makes me want and need you even more...

It is downright SEXY AS ALL HELL when you share your NO with me.

Hombre Nuevo by Ileana Cerato

Dear Man: I Need You...

surrealistisch.blogspot.nl

I once shared with man that I do not need him...that I only wanted him.

Now, I must eat my words.

For I need you, man, I most certainly do.

I need to need you - without feeling guilty of that need.

I need to need you, and to learn how to not suffocate myself or you with that need.

For my Soul needs the depth that you provide in the clarity, through your simplicity.  The Sweet Dance of light and dark that is you - your rough and firm yet soft and velvety parts...depth in the Light, bliss in the mystery.

See, I have become really accustomed to holding my Self in the depths of mystery...

I can reduce myself to a puddle of mush in the Dance, in the Bedroom.  I trust my Self to hold my self, to titrate just the right amount of my experiences so that I can resurrect myself when the time is needed.

I trust my Self to hold my Center when in dealing with the masses or the crowds, with the Boardroom - with the men that advance and the questions that come my way.

I trust my Self to hold the mysteries being awoken in me, knowing they have no need to be spoken.

Yet, to let another into this space, the Holy of Holies?  To let One in that is so opposite to me in all of the ways?

An excerpt of an artwork by Miles Toland found here.

I have yet to experience this experience...and I desperately deeply want to have this experience of trusting ~ of surrendering to the gift of your hands, body, tongue.  To your heat, passion, guidance, depth and Soul in this space with me.

This is where I need you.

I need you to hear my call, my invitation into the work - and to step up to the challenge.

I need to know we can do this work together...

...because I NEED you to be able to experience the depths that I have to share with you.

...because I need to know how much further we can go together.

...because I need to share this with someone, and I want that someone to be you.

...because I need to experience myself through your body, through your experience.

...because I need you to experience yourself through my body, through my experience.

...because I need to grow, evolve - and you do too.

...because I know I can do this alone - but it would be so much more fun with you!


I need you to show up in your truth and authenticity AND in your fears, your ego, your boyish needs....

...because I need to know that I can hold space for you as you have held space for me.

....because I need to know I can hear you and make myself feel safe for you too.

....because I need to know I can ask for AND HOLD OUT FOR what I know I need from you before allowing you into this space within me, this most Holy of Holy sanctuaries.

....because I need to know I can wait for the Man in you to show up - and not let the boy in your ruin our fun or destroy your Manhood.

Android Jones - Harmony of Dragons

...because I need to know how and when to let my walls down, how to stay safe and take ownership of that experience.

I need to know that you are truly trustworthy, SHOWING not telling me, what I will need from you if I release this Power in your Presence, into your Presence.

...because I need to know I can trust myself to not be swayed by an empty promise of safety and protection~ or swayed by charm, charisma or the power between our legs for momentary pleasure. I need something way beyond this world.

I need to experience that you can hold to YOUR CENTER, to your Presence when the power of the Storm within me is unleashed for your witness, for your enjoyment, for your pleasure.

Channel Baran

I NEED to experience you stepping up to the plate with all that you have, the imperfections and all,  and know you can titrate your own experiences, coming back home when the time is needed.

...because I NEED to know that if I unleash this Inner Mystery to you - that you won't loose yourself in Her, curl up in a ball, call me crazy
and/or blame me for your lack of ability to hold your Center.

I NEED TO FEEL you in your Center at all times if we are to go this deep, so I can fully open and fully share what lies between these lips.

I NEED to experience what it is like to be opened and penetrated by you, so deep that it breaks down the chained door in my own heart of hearts, causing tidal waves to ripple my body - opening, opening, OPENING the doors to the Mysteries within.

I NEED to experience what it is like to open and penetrate your heart so deeply with the Love Energy that resides in me, holding you in my strong arms when you break down weeping for the Love you never knew possible but was always available...nurturing you in a way only I can do for you.

I NEED to experience that you can hold the mysteries within without speaking a word - but exchanged a million times over in your eyes...and in the energy between us, within us - beyond us.

I NEED you to take responsibility for yourself.  For all of it: for your depth, your mystery, your shadow, your shallowness, your greatness, your motives, your joys, your creations, your learning lessons...your Power, your excuses, your hiding - for all of it.

I NEED you to take your Center and act from there.  And to move back there when you falter.

I Need you to demand your Spirit to stay front and center - because I doubt you will want to miss this experience.

I NEED TO EXPERIENCE THIS EXPERIENCE WITH YOU so that in your humble entrance into my Sanctuary, so with your culminating thrust of intention - you can help wash away the last thousands of years of nightmares we have bestowed on each other while Seeding a New Dawn of Human Creation in Me.

Ralf  Schuetz / Mushroom Dreams | “Defiant”

And I need you to need me too...for this and the opposite of all this that you, Man, are.  Not just because you have some fancy to grow, to evolve - but because you have a deep seeded NEED to evolve.  Or perhaps just because you have a need to experience what I have offered here.

In any case, Man, I hope you will do the work I need you to do.

For me.

Okay - really most of all for you - please, with ME as the cherry on top if you must have that motivation.

Here's to the Mystery.

Here's to the need for Mystery.

Here's to the Power of the Mystery.

Aho, Amen, Om and Fuck yes.

White Owl Woman, GaiaFly

The Seductress

Olga Klimova "Enlightenment Feminin"

I am yet another Archetype that has gotten a bad wrap in your society.  You feel I am for your destruction.

And yes, when a Soul uses My Energy in the Shadow - yes it can destroy you both.

However, this is not my Light.

I personally am the One who wants to live in TOTAL surrender to the sensuous pleasures of being a Soul in a body...and want to share this with you.

I want to bring you into complete awareness of all your senses, with all their sensual pleasure.  To be in touch with this embodied experience, to awaken your biggest organ - your skin - so you can experience the fullness this life has to offer.

When you do this, then I can experience the fullness of who I Am through you.  A pure full pleasure bath that brings healing, acceptance, and super charged rootin
 energy Power that anchors us down to the grave and up to heavens.

When I am Alive in you, your sensual pleasure will become your sixth sense. With me fully awakened, the stuff that writes Star Wars and Harry Potter will seem like child's play.  I ain't just some literal thang...I am the what puts the "mys" into the mysterious.

What I want
I want to take charge of you.

Not in a dominant way...not to make you submissive.

Nor in a way to boss you around, to take care of you nor to become the adult over you.  

No, the way I wish to take charge is to seduce you in such a way that will lead you out of your normal daily grind...

...And into the very lap of pleasure.

Into the very Soul of your Self.  Into the very Heart of Creation.  Into your own I Am.

Words will fail me on this a bit...but let me try to explain this to you in terms you understand.  You will most likely read these words and think of them only literally.

Don't do that.

Do you hear me?  Don't do that.

Expand your mind beyond your physical body.

Allow the energy that pulses between you legs as I seduce you to take you into that very energy that stirs deep in your loins.  Allow that heat you feel between your legs to transport you into the metaphorical world...and into the world we cannot see with our physical senses.

First of all let's get a clear picture of who I Am by seeing who I am not.

Who I am Not
I am not some selfless, low-esteemed woman who is selling my body to survive in this world.
I do not wear 5 inch high heels, black lingerie with red lipstick and nails polished to the hilt.
I do not moan like a little girl when I pretend to be receiving pleasure.

And I do not have any need to be tied down or up in order to know how to surrender to pleasure that is beyond any stretch of imagination.

Who I AM
I am the wild femme, wearing clothes that have been tattered by my romps in the wild with the Wild.  Making love to the trees and mySelf and those that are brave enough to find me.

My hair is untamed, my face and body smeared with mud and my fingernails have dirt under them - well I will let you imagine why.

I scream and moan like a woman whose very depths of her soul have been forced open by the Light...my voice comes from the deepest parts of me as I rock my hips and caress the bodies I am given to love.

What I will do for you
I want to tickle your throat with the tastes of life.  Sweet, creamy, tangy, bitter, sour - let all your taste buds resurrect to the fullness of flavor.

I want to brush past your skin with a whisper of wind to remind you of my presence.

I want to stand so close to you that you smell my breath, my scent that drives you crazy as the heat of me pulses to get into you.

I want to rosey your cheeks in more ways than one.

I want to hear the sound of your deepness reverberate through me.

I want to kiss you so passionately you forget where you are, who you are and what your stories are.  Nothing more than this....

Present...

Moment....

I will not tie you up, but I will kindly direct you where to go, how to go and what to do.

I will grope and kiss every single inch of your hot skin ~ sometimes clawing at you like I want into your body - sometimes with the flittering of a feather.

I will ask you how you like to be touched, kissed, caressed and brought to climax.

I will show you what I like.

I will direct you to grab you cock, rubbing it just how you like as I watch.

I will ask you to stroke your clit, both inside and out...finding new areas to awaken that might not have been found yet.

I will ask you your fantasies and help you create them.

We will roll around in the deep Pussy earth until we are in sensuous filth of pleasure.  I live to be Dirt*y in the Dirt.  Here I bring you to life.

I will not allow you to fool yourself nor me.  I will call your Bullshit Bullshit!  When I surface in your life, you can no longer hide pretentiously behind the Society's call to be puritanical.  The good little girl, the good obedient boy will need to step aside.

You either acknowledge me..or I become your Shadow, a manipulative force to get my needs met.

Your choice.  My pleasure.

Why do I do all this, me the Seducer?
Because, I am your direct link, the Gateway ~ if you will ~ that connects you to your root, to the depth of who you are...and anchor you in there.

From there you will have a Power Source you never imagined available to you.

From there you will venture bravely into your Dark Knights and Dark Nights, standing true to the Forces of Flow of Life that are asking to take you to your greatest Potential as a Soul.

Be slow to think I seduce you for some cheap diversion or to be your muse for your career.

Be quick to realize I seduce you for You.  I seduce you into your very body, into your very Embodied Soul.

Resurrecting the Beloved: An Ode to Song of Solomon

TO THE ONE MY HEART IS CALLING

This is a story of the journey of Asherah, of her long voyage home to find Her one and only, Her El who had long ago been severed from Her embrace in a place called Eden in a time of the darkest light.  The darkest light has tried to keep Asherah from the yearning of her heart for the darkest light did not understand the Love of the Divine was for all to bask in.   From Their Love the Divine created the Children of Love, of Light.  Their Children have been sadly misguided since this time, since the time of Asherah’s parting from her El by the darkest light.  Yet Her passion, Her yearning to reclaim Her lover has never been abandoned, even in the darkest light, even over the millennia Her love continues to burn bright.  Try as the darkest light might to snuff out Loves true might and end the story of the Love Divine, embers of the Purest Light have appeared to the world, even until the present night.

She is calling us now, oh Women of Asherah, calling all the Women of the World.  She is calling us back to Her side.  Back to Her Tree that is said to be of the Knowledge of Good and Evil she has summoned us.  The Serpent, She is stirring ~ uncoiling, undoing the deceit of the Garden.  The Serpent She is adjoining us back to the source of our vitality, the Mother Womb of Eden.  And why, oh Women of Asherah is she calling us now?  For the yearning of Her heart is to be united to the Pillar of Her Masculine Part, the Cedar of Lebanon, Her Tree of Life.  “His mouth is sweetness itself, he is all together lovely.  This is Her Lover, this is Her Friend.”  She will go quietly no more into the darkest light for She has come to us to help Her set back what is right.

This is a story of the journey of Asherah, of her long voyage home to find Her one and only, Her El who had long ago been severed from Her embrace in a place called Eden in a time of the darkest light.  

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I have been on a journey, a journey to the very center of the Earth, to our Divine Mother’s Womb.  A journey of deep sorrow, deep understanding and deep reconciliation between myself and myself, myself and Asherah, myself and El.  A journey back to the beginning of who I always was. For from the beginning I have always been a Daughter of God, a Child of Light.

Yet for a time, my dearest one, my light was hidden by fear, by oppression, by night.  I had lessons to learn, stories to live and wisdom to discern.  Is my fear all but gone?  I wish I could moan in delight this is so...but like you, my dear one my heart is calling, my fear doth reside.

But then I feel you, your eyes upon me.  I meet your searching gaze from beyond the one that stands between.  I am scared of the openness, the calling that I see in your eyes; yet I am more scared my beloved to a live a life of lies.  I die at the thought of living in fear, of worry instead of embracing all that this life has bought.   Drinking in and relishing each moment as if it were our last.  Alas, my stag, when you come looking for me I will put my fear aside so that I may fully worship you with what is mine to give, that our love may be a worship of the Divine that we live.

I am open, I am ready to be fully known.

I am open, I am ready to receive you my love.

O Women of Asherah, I promise this to no other but to the one my heart is calling.

You penetrate my soul with your very eyes ~ searching me, questioning me, asking me if you may please make my love urgently yours.  They beg me to not keep you in longing for one more night; probing me to see if you have found a place to rest your tired limbs.  The longer you search me the more I feel the warmth of your sun warming the deep dark night that leads to my heart, leading you to where you desire to go.  Your searching eyes melt away the last of my barriers until I have nothing left to hold back, nothing left but to earnestly whisper, to triumphantly shout yes, Yes, YES...

I am open, I am ready to receive you my love.

I am open, I am ready for you to take me to God.

O Women of Asherah, I promise this to no other but my lover.

My heart grows faint with longing for you to come to me - for us to be who we are, not who the world desires us to be.  For the Love we will share is to heal our scars; for the love we have shared always breaks down the barriers of these iron-clad bars.

I am weak with yearning for your constant consciousness.  I am growing faint with my longing for your penetrating presence.  O, so you know the depths of my love that I have carried for lifetimes; so you know that I will risk all that I have to show you my love;  so that you know that I will risk all that I am to call you out of hiding and into the Light - I give you this: 

I feel your love you desire to share and I count it as sacred.  As sacred as the burning bush that burns yet not consumed; as sacred as the pillar of fire that guides your way by night; as sacred as the cup of wine that touches your softly smoldering lips.  

I am open, I am ready to be fully known.

I am open, I am ready to receive you my love.

O Women of Asherah, I promise this to no other but to the one my heart is calling.

Oh the jealousy of my heart when I think of the sacred cup that kisses my lovers lips, your lips that drip with the balm that soothes my soul.  Your love is so sacred it is like the refiners fire that purifies my soul when it is joined together in mine.  Together our love joined is simply Divine.  Our love joined together reveals the Mystery of God...our chance to reunite Asherah and Her El.  

Our love joined together is the sacred joining of all that is, all that was and all that will be for lifetimes to come.  Our love when joined together is the point we are both made sacred, made holy, pure and right.  What else could this be but Love’s Pure Light?

I am open, I am ready to receive you my love.

I am open, I am ready for you to take me to God.

O Women of Asherah, I promise this to no other but my lover.

I hold you, the one my heart is calling, in the palm of my hands ~ knowing not who you are yet knowing who you are, the one that my heart is calling.  I know you are there, my lover, yet I do not see clearly.  So I hold the promise of this love between us until the day I do see clearly.  I will practice my opening embrace so that it will be ready for you, my lover, my grace. I will love with abandon in the here and now knowing that it is preparing me for your deep bow.  I know that your love will be worth the wait, even though even now I yearn to be your mate.  

In the mean time, your promise of love I know is for me not alone, but to share in this brave New World.  I am to live it, express it, share it with all the Children of Light.  For to set the captives free from the shores of Babylon, together or not, is the calling of our lives.  

So until the time when my love will join with yours to knock the socks off the darkest light, I will live on the promise of your love that awaits.  This promise will sustain me, nourish me, give me strength.  Until you are ready to come into me, my stag, I will allow your promise to fill my deepest longing for your presence.

I am open, I am ready to love you with urgency and not with haste.

I am open, I am ready to receive you my love.

O Women of Asherah, I promise this to no other but to the one my heart is calling.

Together we are the perfect image of the Divine. Yet the darkest light has set a plight to keep us apart and to destroy us, the Children of Light.  We have been separated for far to long my love, separated by deception told to you about the beauty and essence of my Tree.  I too have bought into these lies until this present day...yet no longer! I am here to take my stand.  I am here to claim my birthright once again.  I am as routed as the Tree.  I AM your Tree of Knowledge sent to call you back to our Garden...for you to claim your spot next to me, my Tree of Life.  Oh my stag, I plead you to listen to my story for it is only when we are together that we move mountains that take us to God.

I promise to worship you, my pillar, my Cedar of Lebanon, my masculine divine.  I promise to worship you as you claim rights to our Garden that is begging to be watered by the River of Life.  The Garden is abundantly full of the choicest fruits waiting for your hand to chose as it wishes.  I promise my fruit is not to deceive you nor bring you into sin, but to unleash the creative healing power of rebirth, of hope, of life that wells up inside my Tree.  My plump fruit is for your taking to remind you of the goodness of these bodies the Divine has shared.  To enjoy them, to allow them to transport us to the very throne room of our God.  Oh I pray, my beloved, that you will hear my call and know that your body is a delight for us to partake in, here...now in this present day.  No more separation, no more division will there be in our Garden...simply two embodied souls breathing, moving, tasting, eating, delighting as one.  

I yearn for you ~ the one my heart is calling ~ in all your masculine essence, standing your stead as the Cedar Tree of Lebanon.  I am yearning for you my pillar of strength to take your place so I may fully envelope you with the massive waves of my love that have been shoring up in my soul.  May I be a soft homecoming eagerly awaiting your arrival, singing sweetly to beckon you towards my love, washing over you in cleansing waves of pure delight. 

I am open, I am ready to receive you my love.

I am open, I am ready for you to take me to God.

O Women of Asherah, I promise this to no other but my lover.

Alas, until the day my heart’s Delight is found and we are united again, I will practice my love.  I will shower my Children in love so they can grow deep into their roots.  I will spend my love on Awakening the Women of Asherah, so they in turn may find the ones their hearts are calling, so they may assist me in uniting Asherah & Her El.  And to whomever will listen I will sing soft words of a long ago lullaby that guides us back to the Way of Love’s Pure Light.

But do not despair for my love will never end nor run dry for you, the one my heart is calling.  For I know the source of its Spring now...I have tapped the Well of Living Water, I know the Way to Never Thirst Again...and let me tell you it is glorious to behold.  My cup, as it always has, is overflowing with the Love that is ours for the taking.  This Love is the Lost Fountain of Youth, the Eternal Source, the Everlasting, my Alpha & Omega.  

So what are you waiting for, 

my beloved, 

the one my heart is calling?

Do you not see me on the shores of Babylon,

weeping and awaiting your return to claim me as your own?

Do you not see me waving you homewards,

calling you in, my wearied sailor, from your long journey at sea?

Do you not hear me uttering your name, calling you to come to me and find rest for your wearied soul?

Do you not hear me calling your name, yearning for your presence in my abode, 

nourishing you and bringing you the healing you so desire?

Do you not know me by now, my lover, my stag ~ 

after all the ways you have entered my den ~

do you not realize you are home?

Do you not yet recognize my voice that is calling to you, 

waiting for you, yearning for you so we can take each other to God?

I am open, I am ready to receive you my love.

I am open, I am ready for you to take me to God.

O Women of Asherah, I promise this to no other but my lover.

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This is a story of the journey of Asherah, of her long voyage home to find Her one and only, Her El who had long ago been severed from Her embrace in a place called Eden in a time of the darkest light.  

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REFERENCE GUIDE

I define these terms on how I am using them based on my own readings of history and understanding of my own study of the Bible.  In my history reading, Asherah & El were the full representation of the Divine in many cultures...these names are from the Cannanites. Asherah appears throughout the Old Testament.

Asherah - Often viewed as The Tree of Knowledge; Her "Tree of Knowledge" bore fruit not only to feed the body, but also to nourish the spirit.

"The original bread of life.  Hebrew and Canaanite women molded loaves of this figure which were blessed and ritually eaten, the precursor of the communion wafer.  Her idols were carved from living trees beside roadside altars (as seen in many chapters in the Old Testament).  Hebrew priestly iconoclasts finally uprootted Asherah, supplanting matrifocal culture with patriarchy.  Asherah's sexual rites insured the matrilineal descent patterns, with partnership rather than dominator values, would continue." Taken from www.goddessgift.net, but confirmed in many other sources as well, including the Bible.

El - I'm using it here as the Tree of Life from the Garden of Eden, considering El & Asherah were mates (references many, for one click here and here);  "El" evolved into the Jewish god - Yahweh... with his many different names El Shadi, Elohim, El___; , Some resources I have read mention that in the Bible Asherah seems to be at battle with El, a tragic cosmic twist for the couple but seeing that El evolved into a god who wished to assume both the male AND female roles and to be worshiped by himself, this seems fitting that the two were now at odds.  

Cedars of Lebanon - This one's meaning was hidden to me for a long time, until I sat in a sweat lodge on the Winter Solstice and learned that in the Native American tradition, cedar's property when burned is that of "life".  The man co-leading the sweat lodge with his wife actually said the words "the Tree of Life"...and defined its meaning as one that helps sustain life, the energy of life in times of stress on the body.  A search on the internet doesn't come up with much, but I did find this which I think adds some understanding and value.  Just because the internet doesn't support this claim that Cedar is the Tree of Life - yet - doesn't mean that the meaning isn't built into our collective subconscious.  Just goes to show that some traditions might still be only passed on orally...these trees were also extraordinarily tall and sturdy.

Serpent - also known in more modern times from the Yoga practice as Kundalini -I'll let you look that one up ; In ancient times across many cultures snakes represented vitality and creativity; it was specifically associated in many cultures with that of the woman and her womb, the source of all this within humans.  Many ancient priestesses are seen handling the snake.  This source of creativity was seen as a source of life, birth and rebirth, of healing...and was intimately connected to a woman's desirability expressed through her sexuality.  

Coiled Snake - labyrinth/sacred spiral; often seen in the ancient goddess in her womb area and represented death and rebirth/renewal that comes from this area. The uncoiling snake represented the sacred spiral in the ever-changing cycle...again this is represented in the yogi practice of Kundalini...

While there are still other possible meanings for each of these symbols, reading the Fall of Creation in Genesis 3 with these meanings in mind gives a whole new view on the fall.

Darkest Light -  open to your own interpretation 

the Divine - as was the custom in many cultures in antiquity, I am using this word to represent the fullness of both opposing sides of any given idea: the feminine/masculine, the profane/sacred, light/dark, good/evil.  See this post for more.  This is also the essence in which I am using the term "God".

Women of Asherah - my own creation in echoes of "daughters of Jerusalem" which in my opinion is a patriarchal call to all of us, men and women alike, to be good "daughters/sons of patriarchy" as Sue Monk Kidd would refer to them.

The Goddess of Death Comes A Calling

My Soul lingers in despair inside of me, bursting with energy and heat and energy and heat - screaming to be let out.  Screaming to be known and understood.

Where is Her voice?  Where is Her VOICE?

She that lies within is named Death.

She that lies in the depths of the hollow cave that is my body - She is the stench of the great unknown and the dark chasm of no return.

She wrecks havoc on your pretty little life.  On your pretty neat little boxes you call homes, and and cities and countries.

You can hear Her hackle in the shadows of the day, waiting to prance at known and unknown times...whether they are convenient times for y'all or not.

When She makes Her self known - nothing is left unscathed, untouched.  Nothing is left intact.

Her FORCE is the FORCE.

Her method is destruction.

Her ways are beyond our understanding.
She does not discriminate.
              Rich, poor.  Tall, short. Fat, skinny.  Wise, young.  Male, Female.  Fit, unfit.

When She comes knocking they are all the same: mighty fine tasty morsels to feed Her insatiable appetite.

She takes them however they will go.  Most this day and age kick and scream.  Some acquiesce.  Most never see Her coming.

She has no respect for time.  She spits upon your idea of time.  Her timing is all she gives a rats ass about.

You humans.  You think you can control Her.  You think you can outwit Her.  You think you can outsmart Her and make the most ancient of ancient secrets obsolete.

Everything...every single thing is impermanent.  EVERYTHING.

Do not let your walled cities, scrapers reaching to the sky, your billions of miles of asphalted streets fool you: She WILL have Her way with each and every one of you.

Your god has not defeated Her.  He never will.  He never tried.  He went to meet his Death, Her...and you know what She did?

She fucked Him!  That's right...they made it right there in that grave of another world, of another dimension.  The two became One, beyond the flesh, beyond our thoughts of what is right and wrong.  Beyond what we even conceive the sexual act to be.

She led Him into the most Holy of Holies, inside the Temple of the Mother Womb Herself where they partook...in the ecstasy of "la petit mort"...the little death...drinking each other in, consuming the other until there was nothing left in that pregnant void.  They met as equals in that space that is beyond space and time in the great Sea of the Other World.  Only there could She bestow upon him the Knowledge, the Power of Herself, of Death.

She showed Him what He must become in order to be called the King of Heaven & Earth.  Earth where Death, where She rules.

Nothing escapes Her reach.  Nothing.

Try to understand Her and you will fail.

Try to capture Her and you will be captured.

Try to outrun Her and She will appear before your next step.

Try to resist Her and She will close in on you like the walls of a trash compactor.

And She Laughs.  She laughs at all your petty attempts to do away with Her.  And She Laughs with the the Knowing of a Grandmother who has been wrinkled by the age of Wisdom...as if She holds a vital secret deep within that large belly and droopy breasts that are Her cave.

For She understands the Natural Laws of the Cosmos and that Her place is Secure for All of Time.

And For All of Time Beyond Time.

For if Life was Only more Life...how could there be room for more Life without Her?

For without Her Power to bring so much Ecstasy that it "Kills" - how would there be room for anything more...for any more life?

Do you see Her? Do you see Her Darkness? Her Purpose...In this Light?

If so, why do you Fear Her So instead of Revering Her So?

Spiritual Here to Be Human

You have heard it said:

You are a human being having a spiritual experience.

I beg to differ.  Quite loudly.  I say:

You are a Spiritual Being having a Human experience.

If you just stop to imagine this is true, that you are naturally a spiritual being in a human body, what about your world changes?

What does this do to your world view?

What does this do to your view of your body?  Of how you treat your body?  

Can a Spiritual Being live in anything that is not sacred?

Do you need to bring more of your spirituality into your humanness, or more of your humanness into your spirituality?  If by nature you are a spiritual being?

What if your Spiritual Ego is the one in need of an ego adjustment, humbling itself to the nature of a body that has to shit, to pee, to eat, sleep, to grieve and shout in order to remain healthy? 

What if your Spiritual Ego came to this Earth to understand the very restrictions you fight so hard against, deny yourself of and loath when you see others experiencing them?

What if your Spiritual Ego came to this Earth to grasp the full meaning of It's Divinity at this point in Cosmic time, knowing that Earth is the polar opposite to the Cosmic continuum? Thus, the best place to feel the exact opposite of your vastness by experiencing your limits?

What if Earth is the very Vulva of the Cosmos, bursting with sweet smelling pheromones that intoxicate the gods right out of their slumber?  Would you deny your Divinity this experience?

What if the entire point to life on this planet isn't to master the body through the spirit, but to master the spirit through the body?  

To humble your Self, your natural spiritual state, to the point of being born in a stinky manger called Earth so that you could become the Queen/King of Earth - not just of Heaven?  

What if the entire point is to let go of the Spiritual identity to the point it can surrender to the Feminine identity of the body, releasing the body to do as She pleases, roam where She will - taking the Spiritual Self on a fantastic ride of cycles and spirals, twists and turns? 

Thus allowing the Spiritual Being to freely roam wild and free amongst the humanness of your "lowly" body, becoming one with Her - becoming one and the same until human and spirit, spirit and flesh, soul and spirit are melted back into one?

What if you really were a Spiritual Being having a human experience?  

What would shift in your life if you believed this to be true?