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Confessional is open for nectar.
The Great Goddessās red wisdom is in the riding crop. Eye pin the slave of love with my inner occhio. Eye take his pulse with the intensity of my reptile gaze.
In the Motherās throes of merciless ecstasy, the devotee expectorates clods of viscera. To the crystalline cuore, She bestows the reward of clotted vision.
Do you believe in spell work? If so, does it provide fruits for you in real life?
I hope my question is worthy enough for you š¹
The Black Widow web is a vortex of magnetic prÄį¹a. In the sacred heart of self-discipline, She commands the world. Everyday ritual is prayer; dynamic prayer shapes the cosmos.
The Great Goddessās red wisdom is in the riding crop. Eye pin the slave of love with my inner occhio. Eye take his pulse with the intensity of my reptile gaze.
I am a goddess incarnate in the name of Maaā¦
you reposted something about dividing burdens and multiplying pleasures for women (my humble paraphrase) during the same time I lectured a man about not being able to provide luxury for me⦠he respectfully disengaged. It was splendid and divine. š¹
Venusian ease is wombanās natural state of existence; sacred provision is manās innate Dharma.
Oį¹ ÅrīṠMahÄlakį¹£myai Namaįø„. š¤
Under the Red Iron Moon, God is the Queen Cobra. The voice of God reverberates against the inner walls (endometrium) of the uterus cathedral. The grace of God is uterine renewal.
Madre Natura did not design womban to work for the Machine ā the pursuit of red passion is divine order. Madre Natura did not design womban to fast ā crystalline abundance is divine order. Madre Natura did not design womban to abstain from the sacred raptures of the Venusian flesh. Womban (the Mater-Matrix of God) is not a miniature man. Sanctuary is wombanās foundation of miracles; comfort is manās castration. Easeful luxury is the Shakti-wombanās natural state of existence. Virile stress is the Christ-gentlemanās natural state of existence. Womban is Venus; man is Mars.
The man who cannot submit to womban cannot submit to God.
Cuius Ɣnimam gemƩntem,
ContristƔntem et dolƩntem
PertransĆvit glĆ”dius.
Through the Veiled Belladonnaās weeping soul,
Misericordiosa and full of dolore (grace),
A sword passed.
Goddess is the one who demands absolute love and devotion.
Your earthly beauty is a sonnet to the Divine.
You are an arcane pleasure, red anon. š¤
A gentleman in red tears reaches the Great Goddessās lotus feet.
The Word of God is the elevation of womban. The Good News is Her Blood Bible.
God designed gentlemanās animal body to worship the Blessed Madonna. Manās relentless worship gives name/form to the Absolute.
Muddled confusion is the cuore oscuro of modern romance; modern long-term union (mÄyÄ) is unclear in duration/future direction. Muddy waters drown the pure Sacred Heart of Saint Magdalene/Jesus. Confusion is bondage; crystalline vision is fundamental honor.
The Goddess is strictest with Her chosen ones. She prepares Her sun to receive the Kingdom of God; Her merciless grace prepares him for revelation. Now and forever, the anointed Sun of Man serves as the vessel of Her endless night.