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Confessional is open for nectar.
The Goddess yoni is as incandescent as tens of millions of obsidian suns and as cool as tens of millions of blood-red moons. In the fragrant labial flames of orchidea death, She dissolves form and returns man to pure consciousness.
The Womb Wife is the Saviortrix of Sanctuary to the Red Shiva who provides ever-constant certainty/security of psyche-form-spirit.
Do you believe in reincarnation? If yes, what do you think you were in past life?
Divine order is the fire ouroboros of life, death, and rebirth. Energy does not emerge nor die; energy only changes form. Time is an illusion of corporeal embodiment; parallel lives/realities co-unfurl. The soul is a wave within the cosmic sea of Mahādevī. Consciousness is the Black Widow’s web; consciousness is not an individual stream. Oneness is the sole truth of existence/non-existence. Eye am every Shakti.
If I know anything of life…
Regret is the sole purview of those with poisoned hearts and minds… the blissfully ignorant, the helplessly lazy, the hopelessly unimaginative, the reckless progressive, the cowardly conservative, the atheist without purpose or reverence, the religious fanatic full of dogma and fervor…those who for one reason or another lack the capacity of true sight; they tread heavily and wander blindly.
Duality, balance, chaos, and violence can be observed in every facet of existence; observing and acknowledging these principles is one thing, while detecting and comprehending are another entirely.
Men are the undisputed masters of the physical world…
True masculinity is bold, wild, and untameable; it dominates with an unwaveringly kinetic mindset; cultivating the land and planting seed, taming nature and beast, providing fruits of labor to be consumed by those from whom he demands deference, laying down his life and dying on a hill…He is the irresistible force and he is dynamic.
Women not of this world, their domain lies in the heavens…
True femininity is enigmatic, spiritual, and pure; it enraptures, ensnares, consumes, and channels all forms of energy; a conduit, an oracle, a prism, a desert well…She is an immovable rock, and she is as undeniable as she is eternal.
Predators REQUIRE prey, however, prey (both individually and as a species) also REQUIRE predation.
Despite the bondage of flesh, no slave can ever be truly subjugated; and on the same token, no master is capable of escaping the chains that bind a soul internally.
We are, all of us, darkness and light, abuser and abused, victor and vanquished, life and death…
May you spread the Blood Mysteries of the Blessed Madonna with relentless fire, mysterious disciple. The scarlet mooned-boon of the Great Mother grants eternal life. Shiva-Christ works Maa’s divine mysteries through the womb servant. 🖤
ॐ हरिं श्रीं कलिं अद्य कालिका परम् एष्वरी स्वाहा
In the Mother’s throes of merciless ecstasy, the devotee expectorates clods of viscera. To the crystalline cuore, She bestows the reward of clotted vision.
In the Mother’s 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 🌹
The Black Widow web is a vortex of magnetic prāṇa. In the sacred heart of self-discipline, She commands the world. Everyday ritual is prayer; dynamic prayer shapes the cosmos.
The Great Goddess’s 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 Maa…
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. 🌹
Venusian ease is womban’s natural state of existence; sacred provision is man’s innate Dharma.
Oṃ Śrīṃ Mahālakṣmyai Namaḥ. 🖤
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 — the pursuit of red passion is divine order. Madre Natura did not design womban to fast — 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 womban’s foundation of miracles; comfort is man’s castration. Easeful luxury is the Shakti-womban’s natural state of existence. Virile stress is the Christ-gentleman’s natural state of existence. Womban is Venus; man is Mars.
The man who cannot submit to womban cannot submit to God.
Cuius ánimam geméntem,
Contristántem et doléntem
Pertransívit gládius.
Through the Veiled Belladonna’s 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. 🖤
A gentleman in red tears reaches the Great Goddess’s lotus feet.