Rite of Spring with The Goddess

Spring cannot arrive without the longing for a primal, ritualistic scene of massive proportions, with a sacrificial lamb (consensual, of course) surrendering to the deepest, darkest desires of The Goddess.

As music is always my magic wand, creating an atmosphere to spiral you into the depths of my devious doings, here is a taste of what you would experience in my presence.

A scene from the start of such a ritual, slowing peeling back the layers of my sacrificial lamb.

Why It Is Wise to Worship A Woman

I found this article so remarkably perfect, that I felt I must post it here:

The article in its entirety may be found here:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/arjuna-ardagh/goddess-worship_b_660896.html?

A few days ago, after a particularly exquisite evening with my wife Chameli, I put this post up on Facebook before going to bed:

"I have had many, many great teachers in my life. A super abundance. No one and nothing comes close to the woman who is now asleep in the bedroom. My marriage has become the guru, the salvation, the muse, the crack through which the divine shines through." 

When I woke up the next morning, there were the usual offerings of people who liked the post as well as comments. One man had the vulnerability and courage to post this on facebook: 

"Thank you Arjuna for this sharing, I feel like [I'm] in front of a choice which is between feeling envious of what you have and I don't, or instead to decide that 'I want that too,' and, as you show, it is possible..." 
I was touched. 

Over the next days, I got several more messages like this from men: vulnerable men, honest men, rare and courageous men. They came in as private messages on Facebook or through our website, and they all said basically the same thing: "I read your Facebook post. I want what you have. Show me how to get it." So, friends, here it is. The short guide on how to worship a woman, and why it's the wisest thing that a man can do. First of all, lets pop a few very understandable doubts that you might have. I'm familiar with all of them. 

1. "I'm wounded and damaged in my relationships to the feminine."
So am I, dear brother, so am I. My parents divorced in a messy way when I was four. I grew up alone with my mother. She did her very best to provide for me, but she was unhappy and insecure. By the time I started to have relationships with women myself in my early teens, I discovered that I had a mountain of resentments, fears, and separation in my relation to the feminine. The conscious practice of worship can become a part of healing the wounds. 

2. "Arjuna, you're lucky. You've got an incredible partner. I'm together with a woman who's not like Chameli." 

I really don't have the ultimate answer to that doubt or question. It certainly could seem to be the case that I've been lucky in finding a great woman, but here's how it happened for me. I've had a lot of less lucky connections in my life. I've experienced my share of the manipulative side of the feminine: the victim, the rageful, the vengeful. And I have seen the ugly side of the masculine psyche in myself. A few weeks prior to meeting Chameli, my wife, something deep and profound shifted in me, which I believe can shift for anyone in the same way. 

3. "I don't have a partner at all, and I sometimes doubt if I'll ever meet anybody."
Being with a partner where worship is not flowing, or not being with a partner at all, are basically two aspects of the same situation: you've had an intuition or a glimpse of the possibilities of a deeper love, and you want more of it. The solutions are the same. 

4. "I feel my heart is closed down. I live in my head a lot, and I wouldn't even know what worship was if it broke into my house at 2 o'clock in the morning and held me at gunpoint."
That's where the whole thing starts for all of us, when we realize that we don't yet know how to love. And that's that the big question that you have to consider: "Is that okay with me?" Never mind how much money you make, or how many friends you have on Facebook, no matter how nice a house you live in, or no matter how big a car you drive, no matter how impressive your partner's bust size, or how much you meditate and become spiritual... have you loved for real, in a total and undefended way? If not, and here's where you have to be honest with yourself, is that OK with you? Is it OK to die one day without the heart's gift having been fully given? 

Eight or nine years ago, I came to that question in myself, exactly that, and I discovered that the answer was, if I was was raw and vulnerable and uncomplicated, that it was actually not OK. If I died one day without having fully loved, it would not have truly been a life well lived. 

Many many years ago, I went to Bali for a vacation, on my own. I met up with some other young travelers there and we hired a Jeep to take us on a tour of the island. We drove up right to the highest point of the island, where Tourists don't usually go. Our guide took us to one of the most sacred temples. It was surrounded by a big brick wall with an ornate entrance. After removing our shoes and wrapping scarves around our heads, we stepped together through this entrance. Inside, there was a short courtyard and then another brick wall with another entrance. After more preparations of lighting incense and giving offerings, we stepped through the second entrance. We were allowed to go through the opening in one more wall, but that was it. All together there were ten walls around the deity in the middle. Hindus could go beyond the fourth wall. Devotees of that particular deity could go beyond the fifth wall, and so it went on. The only people allowed to approach the deity directly were those who had given their lives completely and totally to its worship. Everyone else could come a little closer, a little closer, to the innermost beauty, but not all the way to the center. 

I'm not a big believer of the worship of statues, but there's a beautiful symbolism to what I saw there, because a woman's heart is just like that. At the essence of every woman's heart is the divine feminine. It contains everything that has ever been beautiful, or lovely, or inspiring, in any woman, anywhere, at any time. The very essence of every woman's heart is the peak of wisdom, the peak of inspiration, the peak of sexual desirability, the peak of soothing, healing love. The peak of everything. But it's protected, for good reason, by a series of concentric walls. To move inwardly from one wall to the next requires that you intensify your capacity to devotion, and as you do so, you are rewarded with Grace. This is not something you can negotiate verbally with a woman. She doesn't even know consciously how to open those gates herself. They are opened magically and invisibly by the keys of worship. 

If you stand on the outside of the outermost wall, all you have available to you, like many other unfortunate men, is pornography. For $1.99 a minute, you can see her breasts, maybe her vagina, and you can stimulate yourself in a sad longing for deeper love. 

Step through another gate, and she will show you her outer gift-wrapping. She'll look at you with a certain twinkle in her eye. She'll answer your questions coyly. She'll give you just the faintest hint that there is more available. 

Step through another gate with your commitment, with your attention, with the small seedlings of devotion, and she'll open her heart to you more. She'll share with you her insecurities, the way that she's been hurt, her deepest longings. Some men will back away at this point. They realize that the price they must pay to go deeper is more than they are willing to give. They start to feel a responsibility. But for those few who step though another gate, they come to discover her loyalty, her willingness to stick with you no matter what, her willingness to raise your children, stick up for you in conversation, and, if you are lucky, even pick up your dirty socks now and then. And so it goes on. You've got the gist by now. 

Somewhere around the second wall from the center, she casts the veils of her personality aside, and shows you that she is both a human being and also a portal into something much greater than that. She shows you a wrath that is not hers, but all women's. She shows you a patience that is also universal. She shows you her wisdom. At this point you start to experience the archetypes of women, who have been portrayed as goddesses and mythological figures in every tradition. 

Then, at the very center, in the innermost temple itself, all the layers of your devotion are flooded with reward all at once. You discover the very essence of the feminine, and in a strange way that is not exactly romantic, but profoundly sacred all the same, you realize that you could have got here with any woman if you had just been willing to pass through all the layers of initiation. Any woman is every woman, and every woman is any woman at the same time. When you love a woman completely, at the very essence of her being, this is the one divine feminine flame. It is what has made every woman in history beautiful. It's the flame behind the Mona Lisa, and Dante's Beatrice, and yes, also Penelope Cruz and Heidi Klum. You discover the magic ingredient which has lead every man to fall in love with a woman. 

When you learn how to pay attention to the essence of the feminine in this way, you fall to the floor in full body prostration, tears soaking your cheeks and clothes, and you wonder how you could have ever taken Her, in all of Her forms, for granted even for a second. 

So just a couple small questions remain. First, do you get what I'm talking about? Does it jive for you? Does it make sense? And second, if yes, how are you going to get from where you are now to being able to the full capacity of your heart to love for real? I'd be glad to share more about this if we get to know each other better, but here's how you get started. 

First, do what I did, and create an altar in your room dedicated to Divine Feminine. Put only symbols of the feminine on it. I have a painting called "Beatrix" by Dante Gabriel Rossetti. I have a statue of Quan Kin. Populate your altar with anything that reminds you of the feminine, and spend a few minutes of the day in worship. Yes, worship. Adoration. Devotion. Offer up rose petals. Offer poems. Offer everything, and beg Her to reveal Her innermost essence to you. This will work miracles whether you're single and waiting to meet the right woman or whether you're already in relationship and long to meet your woman in a deeper way. 

The second way to get started: make a practice, a discipline, of telling your woman, or any woman, ten times a day something which you adore about her. "I love the smell of your shampoo." "I love the way you laugh." "The color of your eyes is so beautiful." Of course, you need to keep it appropriate. You can go as far out on a limb as you like if you're in relationship with a woman, but with anyone else remember the gates. Keep you communication appropriate to the gate number that you find yourself at. Appreciation the curve of a woman's breast, for example, if she happens to be the cashier at the supermarket, would equate more to harassment than worship. So here's enough to get started. Of course, there's a lot more we can say about this. Feel free to post your comments below, and I'll use them as the foundation for future blogs. 

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I will comment as a vulnerable women, an honest woman, and a rare and courageous woman, that some great women (like myself) seek a great man who can think like this.

(my Divine Feminine)

It is true.  I will repeat a portion on the author's writing for it touches me on such a profound level, that it surprises even me.  "At the essence of every woman's heart is the divine feminine. It contains everything that has ever been beautiful, or lovely, or inspiring, in any woman, anywhere, at any time. The very essence of every woman's heart is the peak of wisdom, the peak of inspiration, the peak of sexual desirability, the peak of soothing, healing love. The peak of everything. But it's protected, for good reason, by a series of concentric walls. To move inwardly from one wall to the next requires that you intensify your capacity to devotion, and as you do so, you are rewarded with Grace. This is not something you can negotiate verbally with a woman. She doesn't even know consciously how to open those gates herself. They are opened magically and invisibly by the keys of worship."

An Erotic Story

 A Willing Sacrifice

 

Some months ago, I sent Joy a teasing note about a rather wicked waking dream involving sacred rituals I'd had concerning her, while walking through the fog in the mountains as Spring was trying to manifest itself. Joy and I share many interests in this realm, I find her, well, a Joy to discuss these things with.

She received my ideas with great enthusiasm, and encouraged me to visit Seattle to try something similar for real.

Well, April was finally looking like Spring for real, and it was her Birthday Month, and we finally managed to arrange to get together the other day.

It was....magnificent.

We started out meeting at her lovely spiritual retreat and sitting down to a great Thai feast for lunch, while we discussed some of the particulars of the upcoming day. We both wanted to be clear on limits and concerns, but not give away too many secrets ahead of time to spoil the scene, because some perhaps-extreme-or-troublesome events might be occuring throughout the day. Joy did a great job communicating without spilling the beans.

After lunch, I showered and cleaned up, while Joy set the stage. When I exited my assigned room, I was abducted by The Earth Goddess, who led me....elsewhere....to be examined. I was found to be far too beastly and base to be of much use, so some training and conditioning were attempted by The Goddess. The Goddess used tools of the Earth for the most part, very creatively and effectively.

Somewhat subdued, I was led to the Goddess's bath chamber, to help prepare her for the arrival of The God Of All. Cleaning and annointing and dressing the most wonderful creature. Then to the Goddess' bed chamber, where I waited until He arrived. I then, as instructed, brought refreshments to my Sacred Ones, and they rested a bit, as they prepared...

The Goddess mentioned that I *might* be trainable, though I was still so very feral and low. It was suggested that if I were to observe the Gods pleasuring each other, I might learn what was expected of me, and how far I had to travel.

And so, bound by the will of the Gods, and the Goddess' snares, I watched as these two powerful beings made wild, passionate, violent love to each other.

After seemingly endless hours had passed (the Gods seem to have immense stamina), the two decided that perhaps I should participate. And so, for some time more, the three of us played together, God, Goddess, and mere beast.

Finally, The God of All had to depart, leaving only the Goddess and myself. I was informed that I *might* be suitable for A Higher Purpose, but that I'd have to pass through the mortal barrier, and be reborn.

And so, for a bit, the Goddess and I celebrated what might be to come, in my last moments as a living beast.

And then, slowly and methodically, the Goddess slew me with her desires. I had no fear at last, only welcoming her final embrace.

And once I had passed on, she buried me, in a deep dark place. And all was nothing.

Some time later, I was reborn.

And then we celebrated, endlessly.

Fine.

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I was frankly stunned by the experience. Joy firmly rooted me into the scene as soon as she held my hand and looked fiercely into my eyes as we began after lunch. She set the entire day (lunch through dinnertime) to various musical compositions we both enjoy, matching the mood and the pace of the activities with the composition. Our final set of scenes was set to Mahler's Symphony #2, the Resurrection Symphony, each phase matching near flawlessly the five movements of the piece. The final bit of the 5th movement, about which Mahler said "The increasing tension, working up to the final climax, is so tremendous that I don’t know myself, now that it is over, how I ever came to write it.", was insane, I was fearful one or the other of us would perish :-)

The amount of thought and planning she put into this was incredible. The different moods and emotions she produced in us all was masterful. Sound, and scent, and touch, and taste, and sight were all used to great effect to set and maintain the scene. At times I was completely in our dream world, at times I'd come out as we shared laughs and checked in to make sure folks were surviving the events. I think we all experienced "the little death" countless times. I learned many new things about myself and my play partners throughout the day as well, which is always a plus. And I came away with lots of ideas for further adventures.

I left, after this lengthy period of play, not tired out, but truly energized, as if I *had* been reborn. I have to admit, a few hours later, I crashed totally from exhaustion, and slept the sleep of the dead :-)

Happy Birthday, Joy!

And my greatest thanks for an amazing production! You were right, I'll never view Spring the same way again, my dear Erda.

An Erotic Story

24 Hours of Retro Indulgence

I'd been flirting with Joy for some time now about matters of shared interest.   Recently, a mutual acquaintance of ours introduced us in person in quite a delightful manner during a BDSM scene, and I decided then and there that I had to learn even more about this fascinating person.

So, after some weeks of correspondence, Joy and I agreed on a fun afternoon of roleplay and a date, and crafted a scene we'd like to carry out.   At nearly the last minute however, the opportunity arose to spend an entire 24 hours together, and we both jumped at the chance, though it would clearly require serious improvisational skills from both of us.

I cannot begin to properly portray just how much fun we had together.  Or just how much effort she clearly put in ahead of time in making this day a very retro sexy experience.

The beginning scenario was sort of a Mad Men theme - overworked husband arrives home for a noon-time lunch and quick bit of fun with the elegant proper stay-at-home 60's wife.   Who has decided she has had enough of being prim and proper, and it is time to show hubby what she *really* needs....

I arrived at her brilliant location, an entire vintage home devoted to Joy's interests. 

I walked through the door, we greeted each other very briefly, then the scene unfolded....

I won't go into much detail, I'll just leave you with some images:

- A 60's vintage Tiki-style cocktail (which she had spent the day before practicing making, destroying her poor kitchen in the process) presented to hubby on his arrival, while perfectly appropriate music of the era played.

-  A properly devoted and concerned wife, in a proper elegant dress, under a period apron, while she cooked us a wonderful, wacky, 60's-style home-prepared lunch, served in the style of the time.  (Neither of us could believe people actually used to eat this stuff and live much past the age of 30.)

- A relaxing bath, that turned...surreal....as the no-longer-so-proper wife's plan unfolded.  Then after that, some activities in the kitchen I'd best not go into, but that were incredibly creative and mood-altering.  Let's just say I'll never look at a stuffed turkey the same way again :-) 

- During a period when I was...unable to see or alter the course of events, a superb piece of piano music was played, Satie's Gnossienne No. 1, something I'd mentioned in a Tweet months ago I had enjoyed.   Later in the day, I found out that Joy had *learned the piece* and was performing it live while I was unable to see.  This is the sort of detail that was present in almost everything we did that day.   Stunning.  Later in the day she handed me an instrument I was unfamiliar with, and asked me to return the favor, which I bravely attempted - I suspect we could have had a fun jam session all evening had we been of a mind to.

- A fair bit of time before we headed out to dinner with Joy's alter ego, Miss J.F., in her special chamber of....delights.  J.F. understands more-than-a-few of my non-mainstream interests all too well :-)

- A dinner trip out on the town, which went hilariously wrong (my fault), but in a good way.  Followed up with a quiet evening back at home, exploring, then to bed to sleep.

- Unable to sleep because of the lovely woman resting next to me with the moonlight streaming over her, perhaps the most memorable part of the whole visit then unfolded, as I gently caressed her in wonder at the sight.  No details for the home audience, but suffice it to say that Joy is honestly a treasure beyond compare - I have rarely met such a responsive, communicative, deeply sexual woman.   It was as if I had been handed a superb musical instrument, plopped into a jazz duo, and somehow could play as if I'd been doing it my whole life.  I felt hugely honored to see this side of her, and I'm still unable to stop smiling when I think of it.  I think I will remember these moments forever.

- Waking up the next morning with an amazing-looking woman, free of makeup or other artifice, an image that will linger with me.  Grand plans to do all sorts of things in the morning set aside, never really making it out of our relaxing chamber until lunch time :-)   Neither of us had a sense of time by this point, frankly, it was as if the world outside no longer existed.  When it came time to leave, I wasn't sure she was going to let me, and I wasn't sure I ever wanted to.

Joy is, well, an absolute joy.   She has an expansive welcoming energy about her, that I can feel from across the room.  She is spiritual, worldly, healing, sophisticated, musical, witty, powerful, charming, vulnerable, and amazingly seductive.  She is the sort of person I'd truly enjoy having as a friend.

I learned many important things during my brief stay with her, she clearly has much to teach.


Moonlit body writhes
Winter mist shrouds weeping pause
Goddess sighs anew

April Showers

Is it WET out there!

Well, it is inside here as well!

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Many of you are familiar with female ejaculation, some of you thrilled, some of you less than, and some have experienced it with me, either in great gushes, or mere trickles. It is a subject of which I am a life-long student, often apprehensive, sometimes comfortable enough to 'let go' a little, and occasionally blissed out enough to become 'The Lady In The Lake'. 

Annie Sprinkle writes this in the forward of the book, 'female ejaculation & THE G SPOT' - "An honest, sexually knowledgeable woman, or group of women, is a divine and extremely powerful life force that has the potential to contribute to the well-being of all life on earth." 

 I feel excited to be a part of that statement.

I am happy to offer tutorials for Divine Nectar, Female Ejaculation, Squirting...whatever you wish to call it, for I am devoted to being that powerful woman contributing to the well-being of all life on earth....an Earth Goddess, if you will.

Let's celebrate Earth Day, April 22, every day!