Thoughts upon initiation
Not sure where this post will go, but it will be amusing to write something purely from the streams of my conscious. Have had some interesting discussions with various wondrous people recently. Brethren especially, too many names that I will not mention for privacy and so forth, some local, some a wee bit more distant.
Some of the most interesting discussions have been about the transformation of self at the follow up to any initiatory action. Whether that be a 'typical' (is there such a thing) initiation within some group structure, or less obvious ones as a result of path working, or personal internalized ones as a result of birth of awareness on a subject. I see so many of my dear ones around me going through trials of the mind and heart and emerging from the other end, more learned and transformed into a grander form of themselves. Glowing and with more awareness and consciousness.
The only side effect as a result of such self awareness I have found in myself, is that it can result in a more animalistic side to be released. I can become overly protective of my dear ones, to the point that I have been known to end up growling and bearing fangs when I see them being threatened. But in turn, I also never desire to restrict them from their choices, so it can seem quite complex from the outside. And through my lifetime of initiatory actions, awareness of space has occurred. I see and sense so much around me, unless deliberately damped with alcohol (and even then it only works so well). Side effect of this is that I always feel like I am in heat, breathing in the scents of sex and lust that floats on the air, and at times makes mediation very very difficult. Shutting down the mind is hard at the best of times, harder still when you hear the faintest noises, and the touch of fabric is like a firm caress. On the flip side of that, intimacies are always quite mind blowing, and powerful. But never enough.
It is strange, reading over the last paragraph, I sound like a depraved fiend, whereas, I am merely feeling happy and comfortable in my physical shell.
Looking at a spiritual sense, I am greatly attracted to the violently passionate feminine energy. Whilst me, myself, am masculine. In my day, I had a great devotion to the concept of Lilith, and the crimson sexual essence she represented. Even now I hold her in great respect. And now, is the the Morrigan and Babalon, that are closest to me. Morrigan, forever etched in my skin upon the back of my neck. And Babalon in my words and dreams. Perhaps all three are there. Perhaps that is why in my ideal partner (of which I have) and my play things, I prefer woman that are sexual, dark, powerful and in turn choose to submit to my action, with a struggle, yet do not give up without a challenge to me, and who are not aware of their own scarlet role. And from there, those that need entire forcing do not appeal to me, because it suggests fear and lack of strength in their trust of me.
"And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABALON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH"
Unknown " PAN" Seductive
- 16 years, 10 months, 5 days ago