masturbation as prayer is like the intro to godfucking

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masturbation as prayer is like the intro to godfucking
Some scholars, including Samuel Noah Kramer, have pointed to greater similarities between Shir haShirim [the Song of Songs] and older Sumerian and Mesopotamian cultic practices and texts than between Shir haShirim and the Jewish sacred texts that surround it. The fertility cults of the region had their own sacred calendars, which could be understood either as similar to or incorporated into the Jewish sacred calendar.
The central rite of the Sumerian cult of Inanna was a hieros gamos, or Sacred Marriage ceremony, which ceremony was also present in later cults around the region, including the Eleusinian and Dionysian mystery traditions. The hieros gamos was an annual marriage ceremony between the king of Sumer and a priestess of Inanna, which symbolized the union between Inanna and her consort, Dumuzi. The hieros gamos usually occurred in the spring, and so it could be that the association between Shir haShirim and Pesach is simply because when the cult of Inanna's sacred calendar got rolled into the assemblage of local cultus practices that became Judaism, it got tacked onto the closest Yom Tov in the Jewish calendar and ended up associated with Pesach.
In these traditions, whose information comes to us through inscribed tablets thought to be from about 2000-1750 B.C.E., the ritual between priestess and king would secure the well-being of the people and the land for the upcoming year by ensuring the favor of the Goddess. English translations of these tablet fragments are indeed similar to Shir haShirim in both content and tone[...].
— Andy Izenson, "Rise Up, My Love, My Fair One, and Come Away: Shir haShirim and Pesach"
Loki sprawled across a chaise like a whore wearing nothing but a helmet over his junk vs Odin sat back in a study chair fully clothed but with his legs spread wide open
Fight
Oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh no oh fuck
screaming crying shaking throwing up
help the tags on this devotional porn interesting coping mechanism unplanned fic keep getting longer
Norsetok is not yet on board with godfucking and that's okay, they're having other discussions and those are good too.
But it's very hard to do anything when someone mentions Skadi and my first thought is "gods she's hot I'd let her top me" and I have nobody to share it with other than the void of Tumblr where nobody hears me shouting.
So anyway I had a very vivid lucid dream last night, in which the Old Man took me on a tour of the lands where his roots began, and we spoke at length about many things, standing on the frozen stone before a monument of swords thrust into the earth.
Among those things is that he is pleased with and proud of me, as he has been many times before, and in lives before this, and called me an “Audacious thing” with a fond smirk.
Another of those things is that he’s had many new people approach him speaking my name, and that I’m to tell you all that he welcomes each of you, and offers you hospitality, and to trust in your own intuition and that he will be in touch with each of you, and that there’s work to be done, but that many of you are already doing it without knowing.
He also said to be aware, and ‘keep your weapons close to hand, because in the coming days they may be needed. Something is dying, and something is being born, in blood and pain and tears, but the new will be better and more splendid than the old, in ways the old could only ever dream.’
Anyway then he railed me senseless but that’s beside the point.
I'm curious. why are you so forthcoming abt godfucking? every other pagan blog rn is like, tearing their hair out saying dont do it.
Not my fault they’re cowards.
But more seriously there’s more than a few of us out there. Some are more secretive than others, some consider that sort of thing a personal thing they don’t like to talk about which is fine. I’m simply more open about it I suppose.