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♀ Eye am the Padrona of El Elyon, the Matrix of All Graces. Salvation lies atwixt my Holy Bible of Dominion. In the moonstrance of beat and pounce, my Sinrita of nerve/verve is the saggezza salve for the devout eyeless. In the slaughter-sodden temple of helladonna, my ovarian red is the self-sacrifice of the Christ. Adonai Most High, part the Red Sea, and die to the Holy of Holies. My wombanhood is your matrix-nexus, the source-soil of your life, death, and resurrection. To the innermost sanctum of heaven crossed, eye nail you. Eye am She Who Gives Breath and She Who Gives Death. Eye am the Vestal Virgin, the Waxing Moon. Eye am the Mother of Heavenly Sorrows, the Pregnant Moon. Eye am the Strega Inviolate, the Waning Moon. Eye am Dhūmāvatī Devī, the Black Moon. Eye am the Holy/Whole Womb-Tomb, the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Eye am Beata Maria Virgo Perdolens, the Veiled Shekinah of the Red Void. Eye am the Madonna Nera, the Ingress/Egress/Initiatrix. Eye am the Daughter of Genesis and the Mother of Eve. As the Matriarch of Death, Time, and Transfiguration, eye bear/wear fifty-one freshly severed heads of discipleship. Eye am Shakti Maa. Eye am Womban. ♀

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Confessional is open for nectar.

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“She will rise up, command me, master me, lash me to manhood, torture and mock me, smear her snake-slaver over me, and with foul word and act make me the tool of Her abominable craft. She will perform Her Black—nay, Her unnameably-hued Mass.”

— Aleister Crowley, The Magical Record of the Beast 666

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“I drown in delight at the thought that I who have been Master of the Universe should lie beneath Her feet, Her slave, Her victim, eager to be abased, passionately athirst for suffering, swooning at Her cruelty, craving Her contempt … . to bleed under Her whip’s lash, to choke as Her heel treads my throat.”

— Aleister Crowley, The Magical Record of the Beast 666

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“The world is created and destroyed in Kālī’s wild dancing, and the truth of redemption lies in man’s awareness that he is invited to take part in that dance, to yield to the frenzied beat of the Mother’s dance of life and death. Redemption lies in the realization that one is in the hands (or beneath the feet) of Kālī and that ultimately one is directed by the Mother’s will.”

— David R. Kinsley, The Sword and the Flute: Kālī and Kṛṣṇa, Dark Visions of the Terrible and the Sublime in Hindu Mythology

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Confessional is open for nectar.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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. 🖤

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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.

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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.

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The man who cannot submit to womban cannot submit to God.

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Cuius ánimam geméntem,

Contristántem et doléntem

Pertransívit gládius.

Through the Veiled Belladonna’s weeping soul,

Misericordiosa and full of dolore (grace),

A sword passed.

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Goddess is the one who demands absolute love and devotion.

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Your earthly beauty is a sonnet to the Divine.

You are an arcane pleasure, red anon. 🖤

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A gentleman in red tears reaches the Great Goddess’s lotus feet.