It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood...

And blood shall have blood...

I love Shakespeare, ah, yes...I also have written many poems with blood themes. Gruesome? Macabre? I've always loved the death imagery of the Middle Ages.  I used to be an avid horror reader in my teens and early twenties but as I grew older I simply grew bored with it. Blood and death should be used with meaning, not just to sell stories in a slash and kill way. I am currently (sort of) reading a book called  Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin, which is a decent macabre fiction book. She held my interest on two connecting flights to Seattle but on the way back I ended up choosing to read the latest The Mountain Astrologer Magazine (Collective Crisis & your chart 2010 2014, February March 2010 Issue 149) - well that's not the issue I read but that's what Amazon is giving me, lol. I have intended to finish reading the Mistress book ever since I've been home but haven't. It's hard to hold my interest with fiction, movies, or television any more. I've been like this for a number of years now. The only time I read fiction is when traveling these days and half the time not even then. Learning/knowing the craft of writing and screenwriting/film-making takes away a lot of pleasure for me as I can see how they could have made things better or I get hung up on the little things, like in a recent vampire movie (in the past 4 - 5 years) they kept having full moons like once a week and it just bothered me so much that I went to sleep instead, lol.

I wasn't pleased with the changes I made to the blog yesterday so today - ta da - I have changed it entirely and feel happier with it.

So blood...ah...I found this paragraph on another blog earlier today: "In ancient Sumer, the key females of the royal succession were all venerated as lilies, having such names as Lili, Luluwa, Lilith, Lilutu and Lillette. Having wings and knowing the true name of God reminds me of the source of "veil" symbolism and wings on goddesses going back to the hymen of a virgin. From my post, Bee Seeing You Through the Veil: "Neith/Isis was known as the Veiled Goddess, and thus the reference on her temple inscription to 'lifting the veil' is intriguing, for Bees are often called hymenoptera, stemming from the word hymen, meaning "veil winged," representing that which concealed the holy parts of a temple, as well as the veil or hymen."

Imagine how that really made the wheels spin in my mind! I have ties to both Sumer and Egypt and I am simply fascinated how this ties into veils, hymens, and lilies. I am quite sure I have been a Sacred Prostitute as well as a Courtesan in previous incarnations. I have been called a 'Goddess' in the current life by innumerable people and I have had men tell me in the past that they've never wanted a child in their entire life until they met me, that I have something feral and fertile and earthy (lol) about me, that they want to....(insert blush)...in nicer words, impregnate me. And these are men I have never been intimate, emotionally or physically, with, but strange men online or men I have talked to very briefly (because I flee very quickly when I become sexual prey like that). It makes me wonder if these are Souls I've known before in another capacity and when they see me or talk to me, they are stirred up. Virgin used to mean an independent, unmarried state, not necessarily an intact hymen...in that sense, I am still very much a virgin.

Sexuality, to me, is sacred. I cannot understand women who sleep around randomly, flop around bars, have one-nighters, and all of that.  For me, I need a deep soul connection...a sacred bond and trust. An emotional, mental, spiritual, and physical connection. When the few I talk to about my life question me as to how I can tolerate a long-distance relationship, I tell them it isn't about logic, it is about love. When someone comes into your life who you can connect with on every level, what does distance have to do with it?  I can't even imagine wanting or letting another man touch me. The only explanation I have for people who worry about 'distance' or other complexities is that they have never felt as deeply as I do for him.

Back to the paragraph I took from someone else's blog. My mind started spinning and I began to think astrologically (what else is new?) that I would like to do some research and maybe an astro-blog article on Black Moon Lilith and the asteroid Isis. I am not focused enough today to do it but I think it is a great idea, tying them together and seeing how they interact and their sexual effects in the natal and perhaps synastry. I think maybe that would be a longer-term project but I could do something shorter first. I just have so much brewing deep in my mind all the time I fear I will never get 20% of it out into the world. I need to focus on Saturn-Neptune and actually schedule in set hours a week for it. I meant to go to the library this morning to work on it as I am back in the note-taking phase (I have gotten the major points and new breaking insights down already but now need to do the 'back-story' and create something readable for others to understand) but I was way too tired and slept in.

The role of the Sacred Prostitute/Priestess was amazingly important, as shown in this brief paragraph, from this site:

"The sacred marriage between priestess and king was the most solemn and numinous of all Mesopotamian religious rituals. Through this act, the fecundity and sheer life-force of the goddess was honored, released, and drawn down to vivify the land and its people. Her blessing was conferred on the earth itself and on the position of the ruling king. Without his wedding to the goddess, in the living form of her priestess, the king was not considered fit or able to rule the people. His temporal potency was inextricably linked with his physical prowess and attuned to his own instinctual sexual energies."

Inanna to her lover:

He has sprouted; he has burgeoned;
He is lettuce planted by the water.
He is the one my womb loves best.
My well-stocked garden of the plain,
My barley growing high in its furrow,
My apple tree which bears fruit up to its crown,
He is lettuce planted by the water.
My honey-man, my honey-man sweetens me always.
My lord, the honey-man of the gods,
He is the one my womb loves best.
His hand is honey, his foot is honey,
He sweetens me always.
My eager impetuous caresser of the navel,
My caresser of the soft thighs,
He is the one my womb loves best
He is lettuce planted by the water.

One of many poems I've written for my lover:

Carving Phoenix-Shadows

I am loved -
My lips fragrant with the dew of you,
Taking you in, a force uncontrolled as it moves
Between us, the bestial presence of unity,
Shadows and visions weaving soul-threads
Of heart-strings and conscious matter
Until we are gasping for one another, for release,
For pleasure, for penetration,
For surrender…

And you take me over, absorbing my essence,
Sinking into me, into your domain,
Your pasture spread out before you,
A rich landscape, a tapestry, your treasure
Laid out, urging your exploration.

In this time and space, in this sheltered cavern,
I want nothing more than to be your treasure,
Your landscape to travel upon,
Your tapestry to weave again and again
As we move together
Building bridges until we permeate the flow with our energy,
Transmuting physical boundaries, carving phoenix-shadows
With flames and tidal shores -
I am yours.

Dena L Moore
December 12, 2009