Have you really petted your animal, made love, groomed, let it loose? Rode the beast, roared like a bestial Lioness, indulged in the nectar of bodily juices, felt like tearing apart every restricting item of clothing, every imprisoning thought, to arise flaming in a mane of uncontrollable lust and love for life?
If not it is very likely that in lovemaking the primal beast will either be shy and lurking in the corners, in the shadows….. or dominant and wanting seed, wanting to mate.
Tantric lovemaking often states to not ejaculate, and to hold the seed. Cultivating the life force and only ejaculating with prayer, intention and strong direction into some birthing, be it a project, health, a child…etc
That is so beautiful and vital for sexual evolution.
Though I found these days , as a womb-man that I require the ejaculate in my womb to fill me up with some sense of deeper magic. And yes I can receive that naturally from nature and thus fill myself with seed. Though the primal unleashed woman will not be free till she can fully dance her chaos and spin the webs of dreams into manifestation and birth. It desires a physical fluid, an elixir… a juice.
Somehow the transmission of seeding, strengthens my own inner seeding and ability to seed myself. Although the fear factor of unwanted pregnancy is so high. So how can women trust more deeply and listen once again to their bodies to when it requires seed for powerful inner ritual and magic to occur , trusting fully well that they will not fall pregnant, even if it is when they are not bleeding.
And how to distinguish between lust and primal animal urges that choose to devour and not aligned with consciousness? And when is the animal loved and respected so much that when such a desire arises for seed ,to simply ask for it without any trace of shadow or manipulation rather than holding and pulling on seed without his consent or agreement, due to the deep fear of REJECTION.
Having loving seed in my womb feels on certain occasions so essential for the vibration of creative life force. the inner animal feels seeded, loved and appreciated.
The shame around being an animal is SO HUGE. To be horny, lustful, desire-full, angry, hunting…… and yet the desire to be devoured, to be eaten, seen, seeded and fucked so hard is so apparent and perhaps anyone who says otherwise is living in their bubble of heightened morality,
The sacredness of blood and sex and seed, and fucking, and lustful devouring with the tender loving connection of heart seems to be at times a peak of connection between heaven and earth. Animal and Angel.
My bloody moon cup was taken the other day by a pack of huskies as I was sitting in the outdoor tub. The significance of that today as I was walking on the hill close by and there they were. They began to circle me, in hunting mode, showing teeth and fully smelling my scent. The reflection was so strong of my own huntress, my inner artemis.
The moon is swelling into fullness, and I am feeling very fertile once again with creative surges and urges.
and yet I know I don’t want to grow life in me yet, and I chose not to, I have taken seed into me, and it feels like a magical initiation into womanhood has taken place. Some arising of a queen and mother energy, rather strong, and passionate and fierce and very loving to her own territory, No one fucks with me, my animal, my beast, my saint, my angel without meeting themselves first and then meeting me and all that I am.