Blind leading the blind

The world is filled with those that preach of a new life, that tell of love and the ways of passion, but how can the blind lead the blind? Love is not a stranger: it is a friend. Passion is but the presence of being now. Ecstasy is not a drug: it is a gift. Desire is not to be quenched, but fueled. Love is not to be sought, but to be freely given. May you now see light.

Codex of Love: Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar

My daughters

My daughters, you have heard the words of the Lord of Heaven. You have seen what deeds men have done in the name of truth. I now cry to you from behind the Gate of Eternal Silence. I throw to you the wand of faith. Lead the nations back to peace. Make your bodies sacred temples of love. Let your feet carry you with compassion. Peace be upon you the day you are born. Peace be upon you the day you know. Peace be upon you the day to us you return. Peace be upon you, O angels of peace.

Codex of love, Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar

My tears fall short

My tears fall for a woman that sells herself short. She not only extinguishes her flame, but also destroys her heart. Does she not know of My love? In every woman is My seed, it grows with her hope and withers with her despair. If the seed dies the world loses another lover. Hasn’t the world seen enough death? Where are you My seeds? Let Me nourish you with the tears of mourning.

 Codex of love, Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar

Combine the pleasures of touch with words of love before you explore the vulva. Talk about your pain before you lips meet. Let the embrace of your love be the medicine and you will find that it is not many lovers you will seek, but the embrace of too much love. You will find that it is not lust you need to quench, but the body of your love and the ecstasy of salvation, pure, clean and free. We call this Grace.

-Codex of love, Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar

In my temple there are but three: the white, the red and the green. The white is the garment of the young bride, worn in purity of her love. No man should she touch, but on the full moon. Her groom the wheel of life will choose. In healing and for Light should she her free time spend. The red is the garment of the princess, worn as a symbol of the life in her power. She her men can choose. But, a single prince is better to be. They must be lions filled with the blood of truth. In teaching and riding the holy chariot, her time should be taken. The green is the queen and the children of light she must feed. Jewel of wisdom must she adorn, and truth in her life uphold. Her womb is a symbol of Light and only in it consumed. These titles are of no age or rank. These laws are to govern the daughters of My temple. In it, of the power of Light they will learn and their passions awaken and tame.

To those that seek to uphold the laws of marriage and men, blessed are you, if your love you nourish and truth uphold. My temple is open to those who truth evaded, love abandoned and passions of men abused. My temple is but a room for women upholding the torch of Light. Open the gates and behold the rays of the sun.

Codex of love, Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar

If your lover's touch turns cold

If your lover’s touch turns cold and your passions are extinguished, hurry not to find another lover. Tend to the memories of your love and let it warm you. Through its heat, you will ignite the torch of passion even brighter. If coldness overtakes you and the memories forsake you, call upon Me and My fires will descend and passion will engulf you.

-Codex of love, Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar

The stars of heaven

A woman that carries upon her shoulders the idols of her peers, loses the brightness of her star. It is that star that must shine, for what is more beautiful the idols of men or the stars of heaven?

-Codex of love, Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar