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Priestess of Love

Posted: 2012-01-09 09:04:57

Today one of my students will hold an age old ritual: through her love and body initiating a man into the sacred sexuality. To support her I post this story that came through years ago when I was watching a student of the Moon Priestess training program dance.

Priestess of Love

The Priestess of Love danced in the grass in front of the temple.
She was not alone. A man sat there too. She had no eyes for him.

She felt the curves of her hips and let them ripple.

She felt the energy of her pelvis creep upwards, and arched her back, opening her heart.

She felt space opening up in her throat, and slowly pulled her neck back to open her mouth. She was totally conscious of the sensuality of her movements and enjoyed it.

She knew the goal of her dance.

She tuned in to the lazy beauty of summer, of the heavy grass seeds at her feet. It was the beauty of Earth herself that started to shine through her. She became the summer, she became the Earth, her body mimicked the swinging in the wind of dark green leaves, the cherries ripened under her touch.

She was already the Priestess, she became the Goddess. She aimed for the man before her too, to recognize it. As to him, he could not keep his eyes from her. It was as if for the first time he realized what woman was. It gave fire to his manhood and humility. Both.

He became both wild and peaceful. Everything in him wanted to take her- yet he knew that this beauty could not be taken.

He wanted to put his teeth in her flesh, yet he knew he was the hunted, she the hunter.

His energy rose and rose, yet he sat motionless like a mouse in the claws of the cat.

Surrender shuddered through him. He knew that his surrender was not to her. Like lightning the truth flashed through him, the truth of words he had heard spoken by the old fathers: "you, my son, are here to serve the Earth. Woman is the link between you and the Earth". His surrender was to the Earth, the Goddess.

The Priestess saw it happening. This was what she had aimed for.

She had restored the order and she knew in a moment she would harvest this newly ripened fruit.

At the thought alone, her lips opened. Something below her centre relaxed. It made her even more attractive and erotic. While dancing she turned her pelvis to directly face the man.

She danced before him, playing with his helpless surrender, teasingly enjoying her power. Slowly her dance steps brought her closer to the man, who still sat there as if paralyzed.

She timed her moment to break the spell, the moment she would bring his hands to her breasts. The moment her dance would become a pas de deux.

Both man and woman shivered at the actual moment she took his hands.

Beside himself he fell to his knees and whispered: "Goddess", while his hands powerfully took the offered breasts.

Their dance slowly rose to a climax. At that point, she took from him the juices containing his life energy. He knew it to be right, he knew this to be the best destination.

Then she lowered herself on the Earth, between the grass. She pulled him against her. An infinite love welled up from the Earth, flowed through her, fulfilled her. It was so much she brimmed over and it flowed on to the man, and he reflected it back to her.

And so they lay, Earth, woman and man, in perfect unity.

Dear friend, dear sister, dear priestess, go for it. The knowledge of how to is in your cells and soul. 

Klara Adalena,

Jan 2012/ May 2005