Having delivered myself from hetero restrictions has only increased my desire for the love of a woman. On a shopping trip up the coast, fond memories of the time with my Babalon have me drive by the brothel, just for a feel. It has changed somewhat, is under another name and has a web address. Checking it out it feels not only like finding a long lost lover but more like meeting a long anticipated soulmate. The woman who runs the place is a Tantra teacher and has created a temple space where she initiates her women in the sacred art of love making and also offers a course in this for visitors. She has been traveling the country as a burlesque performer, giving workshops in connecting sex, heart and mind and also in the practice of Sex Magick. Decide to alert her to my Moonchild adventure and send her an email: 

Just going through your website has me blissed out already.
A big part of my life has been the unrelenting search for a suitable Tantrika. 
To find out that so close to home a band of gorgeous priestesses 
is practicing the Art, has me over the moon. 
Since you are an adept in Sex Magick yourself 
it may amuse you to have a look at my
www.crowleysmoonchild.net

What has me so excited is that the Babalon chapter took place 
in your establishment from before the pandemic. 
The affair with my Sacred Whore there
is still one of my most cherished memories. 
It was nostalgia that made me drive by the other day 
wondering what had become of the place.

The name was promising but after learning what is going on in there, 
it feels like having found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. 
It is my wish to visit you in the coming months in a regular fashion 
and to experience whatever you can recommend.

Hopefully you find time to read the Babalon chapter 
and knowing the proclivities of your team, 
to curate for me a stairway to heaven. 
Perhaps we could have a tea ceremony 
as a first step?

Love is the Law.

It happens to be on Easter Monday ‘26. NASA has fired its moonshot and Artemis is just about to leave Earth’s gravity and enter the lunar sphere of influence which will loop it around the Moon before sending it back to Earth. The beautiful crew has landed safely when receiving her invitation for a visit.

The brothel has improved its vibe and is rebranded as an erotic wellness centre. Of course its mistress is absolutely gorgeous. She leads me upstairs for a cup of lotus tea and a chat in the cushions area. How far is each of us on the Tantric path and where can we meet? 

Tell her of my solo practice and my desire to acquire a partner in this. Having created an Avatar in cyberspace as a Crowley impersonator has made me feel vulnerable and the need for a Scarlet Woman has never been more urgent. To now have the opportunity to buy myself the most talented scarlet woman you could wish for has me very excited. Both being sex magicians on a mission if not as a calling, it looks to me that our encounter itself is a case of High Magick already. 

She is more passionate about bringing sexual freedom to the world than anticipated, as is the seriousness with which she treats her magick. Goes off on a brilliant exposition of what it means for her to be a sexmagician. She is a great speaker, her insights are so spot on that they really touch me, giving me goose bumps in places that never had goose bumps before and making it clear that we are up for a very interesting connection.

Her verdict on Crowley is that he was a character and though she doesn’t agree on everything he says, it is he who was behind the emergence of Babalon. But these days She is more brought into being by the witches circle and with a cheeky smile:

“Although occasionally there is a Merlin.”

She reckons there is one in me and explains her alchemy of balancing the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine and how Sex Magick can be helpful in this:

“The Magick happens in the Divine Feminine when properly contained in the Divine Masculine.”

The idea of containing this formidable woman is somewhat daunting but my response is swift and spontaneous:

“She could be contained in my writing.”

It occurs to me that it is indeed this that could create our Alchemical Marriage.

There is something else that does. She tells me that when she first saw this place and imagined what she could do with it, she felt very strongly that finding it had been pre-ordained over past life times. Wow! Can’t but share with her that when discovering that the old brothel was transformed into a Temple training Tantrikas, my immediate realisation had been that this was a result from the Sex Magick with my Sacred Whore there which had the intention for our relationship to bear fruit:

“Wasn’t going to tell you because you would think that I’m crazy but if you talk about past lives…”

Turns out she is quite capable to at least not dismiss this possibility out of hand which pretty much settles it for me. We could go anywhere from here.

Her Tantric Arts of connecting sex, heart and mind comes in 5 stages of initiation which she brings as roses in different colours: White, Pink, Red, Purple and Gold. The White Rose is to purify and balance the energy channels, calming the nervous system to create an inner stillness so that bliss has space to flow. Considering my prowess as a yogi she gives me a pass for this one. Today is for the Pink Rose where we reclaim our erotic innocence by the unraveling of cultural shame. Letting our sensual wisdom body flower, seeing our desire as an offering to the Divine within. Treating the body as a living alter and our pleasure as a prayer.

She speaks beautifully with a strong voice and has me totally enthralled. She can see that she has my full attention and can feel my understanding and aware of my forays into self pleasure she is very confident that our work together is going to be great. 

She is also aware of our shared fascination with the Ancient past when sex and the divine were intimately intertwined and proudly tells me that they have different rooms with Pagan temple themes like Greek, Roman, etc. She takes me to the one she reckons will be my favorite. The Egyptian of course. She welcomes me in:

“You’ve come home.”

This is exactly what it feels like and makes me a little emotional. The room is exquisitely decorated and features a stele that looks a lot like the Stele of Revealing which catapulted Crowley into the Book of the Law. Is this really happening?

There is a chaise longue she invites me to lay back on and close my eyes. She moves around me and puts her hands on different spots of my body giving it the names of the elements. Gets me to stand up, puts a blindfold on me, stands behind me and holds me while doing a kind of chanting. Something in me wakes up and totally opens me up to her. She invites me to take off my shirt and starts to very gently caress my neck and shoulders with an overwhelming effect. During our chat she had informed me that we would be doing breath work together and that letting it all out was part of that. Experience her touch with all my intensity and the sounds of my responsiveness is loud and clear.

“Now take off your trousers but keep your underpants on.”

These days for me to get aroused needs more than the sight of a beautiful body or some manual stimulation. It needs an idea, a fantasy, something in my own mind to set me off. My one worry before meeting her was that this would not be happening, no matter how gorgeous she was. But standing there in my underpants with her still standing up against my back, her arms around me, it is as if her being grabs me by the core of my being, grabs me by my Kundalini itself and has me rock hard and throbbing with an extraordinary pleasure. 

Her chanting has morphed into something between animal sounds and invocation while she kind of claws and kneads me on different places. Standing behind me is very clever. It is non-threatening and makes me feel powerful, face to face with the gods, with that extraordinary pleasure as an offering. 

Have joined her in the soundscape, we get louder and louder and for her it can’t get loud enough:

“Yes, roar! Put that tongue out!”

She gets me to lay back on the bed. Continues to put pressure on my body here and there – but not there – until she lays herself on top of me with her ample bosom on my Lingam. It feels like she is nurturing him and it feels very sacred. Have always felt that using the word lingam is a bit precious and am very comfortable to call a cock a cock but here with her that doesn’t feel quite right, so henceforth he will have to go as Lingam.

She moves herself up a little and puts her head on my shoulder as if finding comfort in my arms which of course makes me feel very manly and protective. Still not feeling entitled to put my hands on her body, put them both around her head to cradle her beautiful mind. After a while she gets up, turns off the sensual ambient music that has been surrounding us and plays a sound bowl in a way that sends my spirit afloat. Which was obviously her intention:

“Let yourself float, let yourself float through the abyss.”

It makes me giggle from amazement because it is so to the point. The Abyss is the turmoil around a dying ego and is supposed to be scary. It is being able to braze this fear which brings you into the arms of Babalon. It is clear that my trust in her is so complete that surrendering to her is a breeze and my sense of being utterly afloat is a testament to that.

Then, as if things could get any better, she starts singing in a way that takes my breath away. Voice of the Goddess. There is a minute of silence after which the voice is a whisper in my ear:

“Stay there, I’ll be back.”

She comes back with a little bottle:

“I have a gift for you. Take it to your altar and apply it to your underbelly, your chest and your forehead, imagining golden petals floating all around you.”

Tell her that having found her as my Babalon will be a great support in helping me to stand behind my Avatar. She herself says the words out loud:

“Scarlet Woman. We have opened a portal.”

It looks like we have ourselves a joint account with Augoiedes.

On coming home, take the bottle to my altar and with due reverence open it. It has a delicious smell which is evidently aphrodisiac. Assuming that underbelly was a veil for Lingam, start by anointing Him before blessing Anahata and Ajna. Give myself a little loving, imagining that it is coming from her and realise that the gift was actually a spell, binding me to her. Interestingly there is not a hint of fear in this realisation but brings a wave of bliss:

“Yes, please put me under your spell, I’m totally yours.”

In the following days it appears that she has given me another gift. Whenever she drifts into my mind which is often, my Lingam rears its head and the erection comes with that same extra-ordinary pleasure as when she had me facing the gods. It definitely has a new zing to it, as if it is originating from a deeper well, as well as from a higher plane. It becomes clearer by the day that her Tantric Arts of connecting sex, heart and mind is doing its job. Each time when remembering her telling me that we have opened a portal, it hits me right in the Muladhara and makes me hard. This is Sex Magick alright!

*

When discussing the fee for our sessions we feel similar about mixing magick and money. Tell her the story of when money was first created in the days of the Love Temples in Mesopotamia. To be able to commune with the temple priestesses, the temple administration would accept some of your excess wealth in exchange for a token with which you could seduce one of the ladies. Contributing to Temple maintenance feels more honorable than buying a woman, so will she allow me to roll up the fee into a token and place it at her altar as an offer to Babalon:

“So you are for free and will only do what you want to do.” 

She takes me upstairs again, which is kind of a semi-private pants-on area and sits me down with a cup of cacao. There is a hot little book case with books that at a glance are all worth reading. On witchcraft, sex work, little best-selling gems like ‘the art of not giving a fuck’, Echart Tolle, and blimey me, The Book of Thoth. Start by debriefing her about my wonderful revelation that the idea of us role playing Beast and Babalon has a lot more reality to it than just make believe. With her mission of singing the praises of sex magick she doesn’t need to be role playing to fully embrace the office of Scarlet Woman and having me as her Beast. She must have read some more of my stuff because she well understands my need for someone who can give me the courage to face the consequences of sharing my view on things with the world. 

She can feel my fears, has been in the same position when touring around Australia with her craft in burlesque and in other sex positive performances. Reactions from the public was not always positive, she has had struggles with accepting her own stance and has kept herself small. She remembers the moment that she fully accepted herself. Was about to go on stage for a large audience to personify the dark side of the Goddess. There were the usual trepidations. She went to the mirror and looked at her reflection with her dark make-up and a huge pair of black wings and asked herself:

“Who am I?”

Suddenly she remembered that she always had been Her and felt an overwhelming desire to fully embody Her. Since then she has been getting better and better in laughing the flak away.

She reckons that she can find where my fear is located and remove it from my tissues:

“Your work in words has a same frequency as my work in promoting sex magick and there are forces against us. You could experience an enormous amount of push back. We were together in those times when both books and witches were burnt.”

She sees how Crowley got into trouble from pursuing his sex magick and that the same could happen to me:

“My sex magick can help you own yours more and feel confident about it. I know that you want to hide but there are people out there that need to read you.”

Then, coming from left field and really showing the depth of her wisdom:

“Or maybe you just wrote it for yourself so that next time around you can find yourself quicker.”

Stuff like that is making me love her very much and feels like truly having found a partner. She seems to be picking up on that. Has obviously processed my remark the other day of my writing being the masculine to contain her feminine:

“I trust that you are the sacred scribe and I can meet you there.”

It sure looks like that feeling of closeness is mutual. We both see that the beauty we see in each other can only be our own beauty. This level is only for the few and she goes so far as to say:

“There may be things between us that only we can comprehend.”

This brings me back to the moment of sending her my moonshot email while Artemis entered the lunar sphere of influence and identifying Artemis as the spearpoint of human consciousness. Moonchild, free from Earth’s gravity, joining the embodiment of Babalon was quite the occasion. Something that only we would want to comprehend. 

We have talked for ages, there is little time left for body work. We stay in the communal pants-on area, a rule to which we comply, which may be partly to blame for my placid response to her touch. It still feels wonderful though when she sprawls her splendid voluptuousness all over me, ending again with taking comfort in my arms. Having gotten so cosmic in our chat she proposes to have a game. Puts a blindfold on me and leads me through the open space, asking me to trust her. Invites me to lay down on my back and envision myself above myself. Higher and higher, etc. until my head sticks out of the stratosphere looking at the stars:

“Imagine there are doors, choose one and go in.”

Am not so good at astral travel but can always make something up for us:

“I can see us in the days that sex and the divine were intertwined and celebrated in love cults. You were the high priestess of the temple, in love with her favorite dancer which was me. We were dedicated to our craft and concerned about the future with the Christian devastation on the way. We made a pact that if we were doomed we would do anything to come back when the world needed us most and reinstate our craft.”

She appreciates my effort:

“You’re fun. I like playing with you.”

Time for the Red Rose.

*

Have rolled up a bunch of bank notes into a token to keep playing the game we started the other day and after she lets me in, bend on one knee and hold it up to her:

“Will you please accept this token of my devotion to you my queen.”

We sit down in the library again with a cup of chocolate:

“Watch it, it’s hot.”

“Like you.”

“Yeah, don’t burn your tongue.”

We are both in a playful mood. Bring her back to the timeline when we were lovers in a Babylonian  love cult to emphasise that the temple dancer was female and our relationship was of a Sapphic nature. Have often joked about being a lesbian trapped in an old man’s body but it is more than just a joke. Assuming that she is well versed in relationships with both genders, here is my chance to embody my feminine side with her:

“I would rather be your girlfriend than your boyfriend.”

It makes her laugh, she totally gets it and knows the difference between the two intimately. Sometimes they have party nights there when it’s just the women dancing and getting it on and it is truly sacred. We talk about my feminine side which is obviously so ready for surrender:

“I can feel how you want to be just obliterated.”

She reckons we have our own two sides pretty much in harmony and when talking about power dynamics between the feminine and masculine she pleasantly surprises me:

“The power of your masculine is grace.”

This feels like a very nice compliment, what else would you want your masculine to be but graceful? When thanking her for it she returns it with:

“I want to thank you too for being there with your listening and understanding.”

She likes the way we have our conversations, our meeting of the minds before we go hands on. She has come to see me as a gift in her life just as she is one in mine, there to mutually inspire our creativity:

“Who knows where we could go?”

She must have read more of my stuff because Crowley has been talking to her, she is obviously seeing him in a more positive light:

“He is siting here on my left shoulder guiding me in helping you to live up to your writing.”

To have us merging like this so soon already is outright astounding. She proceeds to tell me that since the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel was so important to him, she reckons that the Portal we opened up is for our communication with that Angel. 

Well, what do you know?

She takes me to the Egyptian room which is terribly exciting in itself and when we get to taking my pants off, my Lingam is – praise the Lord – fully erect. Tells me to keep my underpants on and lay back on the bed. Sprinkles some hot oil on my legs and spreads it out towards my groin, sits herself Shiva/Shakti fashion on top of me and our pelvic regions join in a delicious slow dance. She is making her wild and mysterious sounds which inspires me to respond with kind of copying them and make them my own. The same goes for her somewhat spasmodic movements that instead of interrupting our rhythm, blend with the sounds we make and seem to punctuate our steps in some symphonic ascent into another realm. The realm of bliss.

Feeling entitled now to put my hands on her, caress her shoulders and arms, her thighs around my hips. She moves herself down, wrapping her magnificent breasts around my veiled rod before grabbing him by the scruff of the neck as it were and then sliding her hand upwards over my belly towards my chest:

“Imagine a golden stem growing up from your sex and unfolding in your heart like a red rose. Take this home with you as a practice.”

The sound part of the work is obviously important to her. The huge crystal sound bowl is there and she makes it vibrate the room, after which she sings her heart out. What an honour!

“Stay there.”

Leaves me there for at least ten minutes and have no inclination at all to move anything of me whatsoever. Comes in, cuddles up to me and can only speak my truth:

“Life doesn’t get any better than this.”

She will be away for a few weeks, off to Melbourne for a Tantra Festival, giving a workshop on Full Body Orgasm. Tease her with a threat to come to Melbourne as well to ambush her there. Doesn’t seem too perturbed by that but makes a funny face as being me:

“Surprise!”

Am truly privileged to have this formidable woman all to my self, at least for the duration of our sessions. When passing the altar on the way out, notice the token still untouched, showing that our session was clearly devoted to a higher power, making our magick all the more perfect!

*

She is back from Melbourne after having had a marvelous time. Taking a group of 150 people on a guided meditation during the day, to open the pathways for the energies that help you to achieve a full body orgasm, and witnessing it practiced in the evening has been very exciting. Tells me that it gave her quite a boost to her magick power. Experienced a lot of synchronicity at the festival, as well as on the way there and back:

“Everything was in flow, sometimes it feels like everything is synchronicity.”

Am experiencing this myself sometimes but always shirk back from it because it is so close to madness. To hear it coming from her is very encouraging. If she can bear whole stretches of this awareness it makes it less scary.

Tell her of my feelings of pride in her and in our combined mission of freeing mankind and ask her about our portal for the Holy Guardian Angel:

“Through this portal you commune with your angel and I commune with mine. Does that make it into one angel or are there still two?”

She doesn’t need to think about it:

“There are two, having fun together, working out what is best for us to play well.”

She goes on to elaborate:

“Those two do come together as one, which goes back to the hidden masters who sit in a circle around a golden globe, generating love. You can call it Higher Self, or Source, or God, or Allah, or whatever, but if you feel truly connected with that it can make you overflow with love, loving everyone and everything until you realise that you are the love.”

Am having moments of realising this myself as well, so sitting here in this realisation together brings a feeling of extraordinary closeness. We also realise that this puts us on quite a rarified level of existence in a world mostly preoccupied with the struggle for survival.

We have been chatting for over an hour when she rounds it off:

“I also want to do some physical work with you, let’s go downstairs.”

Back to her Egyptian temple, starting more or less in the same way of getting my clothes off except now it is all of them. Invites me to lay back on the bed and close my eyes. Can hear her rummaging around but am too discreet to have a peek and see whether she is taking her clothes off as well. She approaches me and spreads some warm oil out over my legs and slowly rubs it in from my feet to around my groin. Part of the Red Rose is about Lingam and Yoni dearmouring and mine is showing signs of indeed still being armoured by not being very perky, not feeling as safe as in my underpants. Thankfully she doesn’t really touch him but spreads out more oil over my belly and chest and then spreads out her splendid self half naked all over me. It feels marvelous of course but the worry about not being hard enough has the effect of making it so. Now the worry grows into fear that my lack of vigour is making her feel offended and makes me feel unworthy of her. Fortunately she shows signs of enjoying herself which does bring some substance to my shaft, enough for her to get some traction on and our Shiva/Shakti situation does the rest. 

Draw her near me and being heart to heart my Lingam drops the armour and rejoices.

At the door she thanks me for the magick.

“Thank you too.”

“My pleasure….literally!

Could she have been in it for her own pleasure as well?

*

Have decided to bring my insecurities out in the open and when back in her cozy little library, take the bull by the horns:

“From my perspective the way our minds are aligned couldn’t be better, my heart is completely open for you, but in the nether regions there still appears to be some obstacle. My Lingam is evidently still in need of some kind of dearmouring.”

Bring her back to our last encounter and tell her that it didn’t feel quite right that a woman as formidable as her was pampering me and that the idea of honouring her was much more exciting. 

There is a painting on the wall behind her of a beautiful Yoni flanked by a pair of magnificent thighs and share with her my fantasy of the Yoni being hers and me in front of her adoring her:

“We wouldn’t even have to touch each other, just having our conversations in that position would hugely arouse me. My pleasure would be in my own hands and hopefully your pleasure would be in yours.”

She is pleased with my clarity:

“It is important to know exactly what it is that you truly desire.”

But although she could easily let me worship her and be done with it, she reckons that to sacredly connect we’ll still need to take some steps and drives this home with something very interesting:

“Sometimes the man’s focus on pleasing the woman is a way of hiding – even for himself – the feeling of being unworthy to receive.”

Wow! This is definitely a factor in my case. She goes on a deep dive again into her favorite topic, her Alchemy of relating the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine. How for Her to manifest, it is absolutely necessary that He feels worthy of Her. May be in need of some rewiring of the neural pathways. She knows me well enough to know that my true desire is congress with Goddess and that it is her job to embody Her and make me feel worthy of Her:

“I am not afraid of your desire, show it to me. Goddess is everywhere, as is the Dragon, right here right now.”

My eyes are in hers and want them to just stay there. Her gaze in mine is as steady as mine in hers. Then something extraordinary happens. Keep looking into her eyes as she turns into a dragon with human eyes which are looking into mine with a force that makes it impossible to look away. They fill up with an indescribable power, whether animalistic or divine is indistinguishable but have my loins on fire, my breath out loud and groaning like a beast. We stay like that for an inordinate amount of time while my whole body fills up with what seems to be that power in her eyes. Am burning with desire for her, my Lingam is rock hard and am sinking deeper and deeper into her eyes, being pulled through ever extending vistas, overwhelmed with the longing to stay there and never look away.

The rational mind stops me from being sucked in completely and decide to lower my gaze, cover my eyes with my hand and thank Goddess for this almighty experience.

My love and admiration for her has jumped up even higher, with an added sense of liberation from the doubt in my performance, knowing that to be ready for love, all it takes is a deep look into her eyes.

She can feel my heat and gets up in mock haste:

“Let’s take this downstairs.”

In the temple she positions herself in front of me this time and we fix our gaze upon each other. The magick hasn’t left us. Am fully erect straight away. She puts up her hands, palms facing me. Put up mine, facing hers with some distance between them. It is probably something in the music that gets us to start swaying while our hands, instead of touching, engage in a dance with each other, our eyes still deeply locked. Our hands disengage and now it is our arms that twirl around each other which makes it feel like having a dance with Kali herself. Let go of her eyes and let my hands move all around her, taking in the beauty of her body which is adorned with an abundance of tattoos which adds an extra thrill to my arousal which is firm and constant. Interestingly it is having this dependable hard-on which makes me feel worthy of drinking her in without restraint. She has brought a shamanic drum which she now picks up, banging it loudly while circling around me. Time to take off my clothes and lay back on the bed:

“But keep your underpants on.”

Keep my eyes open this time while she takes off her bra, keeping on her sarong and pretty much straight away sits herself on my still throbbing erection. Ah, this is good. Having our genitals covered is in no way interfering with my pleasure, is actually a kind of pressure drop. Don’t know how this is for her but by her sounds and movements it seems to be similar. Being in Shiva/Shakti embrace is what it is all about and though being covered, it is still quite easy for Yoni and Lingam to find each other. For the Magick of the Scarlet Woman riding her Beast this could be – leaving the Sacrament aside – well superior to penetration. It makes it easier to have our attention on the intent of the operation. She takes my hands and puts them on her extremely luxurious breasts which feels like receiving a real honour.

The drum is besides us on the bed. She brings it above her head and while riding me gently strikes it softly, accompanied by the luster of her voice. My goodness gracious, this is not something that will be easily forgotten.

*

When texting me to confirm our upcoming appointment she suggests to talk more about where we are heading, now that we have been diving into the first couple of roses, so that we can make sure we are both aligned in our expectations and in the direction that we are creating together. Having a clear container allows the work to be more intentional, meaningful and supportive. Couldn’t have said it better.

Once we have settled in with our cacao in her little library we know exactly where to go. Start by asking her what the fuck happened when looking her in the eyes the other day and they became the eyes of a dragon. Instead of scaring me they had drawn me into her soul and filled me with an electrifying sense of power, including a raging hard-on. It had made me feel like being a bit of a dragon myself. Knowing that just looking her in the eye makes me hard, makes it clear that it is our relationship in the spiritual realm that gives me the hots for her, over and above her physical delicacies. My desire is for her to also have the hots for me in the spirit realm. She is hardly expected to jump my sexy bones but as the prime Scarlet Woman in the country she has teamed up with the Beast himself in a new version of the great Aleister Crowley and if that doesn’t give her the hots than what would?

Such fun to freely move between role play and ‘reality’. Looking at my Crowley impersonation as a practical joke is very liberating. Also share my epiphany from having our Shiva/Shakti action in our underwear:

“Actual intercourse has its own complexities and the pleasure from Yoni and Lingam while covered is not all that different from the ‘real’ thing. It leaves more room for having our attention on intent, or beating the drum while at it. For performing the role of Scarlet Woman riding the Beast to make magikcal babies, sliding Yoni over Lingam could well be preferable to penetration.”

She fully agrees and admits that ordinary sex is not doing all that much for her anymore and that it is the strong connection with the Goddess which turns her on:

“This connection is at its strongest through my womb, especially when I’m bleeding. When I was riding you, knowing that nothing was expected of me, made me feel safe enough to let my womb open up and bring you up into myself.”

We talk more about this metaphor of Beast and Scarlet Woman, also in light of the Satanic Panic that is on the rise now that we seem deeper into Apocalypse than ever:

“According to the Christian fundamentalists they are the baddies who will bring on the End Times, heralding the return of Christ who will come to save them but I see them as the good guys. As Beast and Babalon we are working our alchemy as Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine. Worrying about the state of the world isn’t helping anyone and the return of Christ is for those who focus on the Divine and make love in any way they can and live in joy. If there are enough of us who manage to do this, things could turn around.”

As someone who loves Jeshua as the lover and protector of Mary Magdalene she is with me:

“So we are birthing the new.”

For a look ahead we turn to the Purple Rose. As the mistress of the house and within the frame work of the Temple Rose she is not there to provide full sexual service so it is my presumption that once in the Purple Rose we would bring in some of her priestesses to enrich our scenes in Sacred Submission and Divine Domination. She loves this part where she gets me to help her train her sisters which sure brings a spring to my Lingam.

Time to lift the veil off my endgame:

“Once we have all grown comfortable with each other, we create a scene of a ritual that we want to show to the world and film it. It can adorn my Moonchild site and if it becomes successful it could also give your bliss temple some more attention.”

Turns out that they are extending their online presence as well so the idea falls on fertile ground.

Our alignment is so perfect, it is beyond believe how everything clicks into place. We even share the fears we have to overcome to put ourselves out there, the forces we have against us. She is a real warrior and feel blessed by her support for my own development.

My champion of disinhibition reckons it’s time for some action. We stay upstairs today in the communal space. There are still some remnants from a recent ceremony that she wants to use. It’s a kind of altar with a huge ankh, some statues, candles, she lights some incense, puts some music on, takes her position on one side of the altar and invites me to sit down at the other side:

“I’ll start by embodying the Scarlet Woman and after a while, when you feel like it, you can join me.”

She plants her feet wide apart, knees slightly bent firmly on the ground, closes her eyes and starts stroking herself, taking loud breaths, moaning into the music. Spreading out her arms, her body swaying to the sounds, it turns into a dance, her eyes still closed. Feel encouraged to put my hands on myself and when she opens her eyes, her arms gesture towards me invitingly. Get up on my feet and our hands and arms engage in a dance like the other day but now they touch, our eyes deeply into one another. Lovingly caress her tatts, our dance widens, we have lots of space and twirl around the room, just expressing joy. My confidence allows me to openly stroke my cock to keep him standing up, take off my shirt and stroke my chest. She gets me to lay back on the cushions, takes off her bra and drapes herself over my undies covered Lingam.

Our Shiva and Shakti have gotten more acquainted with one another and we further fine tune the point of contact to both our delights.

Unexpectedly, instead of fully enjoying the magnificence of her breasts, my hands are irresistibly drawn to her womb. Having told me that her connection is strongest through her womb, place my hands reverently on her underbelly. Her curves there are pure perfection but the intensity of the wave of arousal this causes is exactly the same as that electrifying sensation from seeing the dragon in her eyes the other day. It sure looks like that for both of us it is our connection to the Divine which is our greatest turn on.

In the aftermath over a glass of water, aware of the goofy smile on my face:

“I love you so much.”

Both knowing that this actually means ‘thanks for helping me generate the love for our divine self’.

She says it better:

“You’re a gift.”

When texting me later to confirm our next rendezvous she adds that it is always a delight to create magic space with me. My aim to find myself the loving support of a woman before facing the public seems to have been achieved.

‘Success is your proof’.

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