Flashes of Insight

Sacred Sex is something that I have long understood from both past lives and my current one. All ancient cultures [ BP before Partriarchy] had these ritesand some of the most ancient of them were engaged in by women. In fact the ancient Arani used the same word for wood as for woman and it was their most ancient secret ritual for making fire. In other words, women would rub against each other to create fire and this is not at ll  like the Promethian myth of new school mythos.

For me I began to understand during some particularly wild transtis around age 38-40 that sometimes we[ or at least this is true for me] are to connect briefly and yet powerfully with someone for sacred sexual reaosns ie it is not for relationship per se but for spirit. It might appear to the unaware as a one or 2 night stand but when you  get into the real feel of the experience and for me at first it was only in retrospect, you know the differnece as it has a qualitatively differnt feel to it and it leaves you feeling full, not empty … best way I can describe.

Sometimes, again ,for me,past life connections  during that period of time,were not meant to turn into big relationships but merely a brush with the love once shared.

I still believe that this world would be a better place if those rites were still in place and were considered sacred and not dirty.Beacuse we are in a body hating culture this change is not likely. I am not sayong that we should all go out and have  sacred sex but rather understand it as an aspect of sexuality that would be good to explore consciously if one wishes and to know that it is as ancient as the stars and moon..For me, there are no rigid roles and it is a matter of women sharing love and spirit together. During one Tantric experience,I was plunged into the Elusinian Mysteries and it was so totally real and it allowed me to have a more gentle transition with a woman who was really  not in my life to be a long term lover. It was amazing really and because of that I did not suffer at all when she left. She felt guilty about how it looked from the outside but I was liberated from the pain because of how I really got it on the inside.