Showing posts with label Temple. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Temple. Show all posts

Thursday, 25 June 2015

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

Sunday, 13 July 2014

What farmer is done before the setting sun?

Plough the back of the ears, the shadows of the breast, and the secret flower until the sweat of passion fills your entire being. Hurry not, for what farmer is done before the setting sun?

Codex of love, Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar


Sunday, 4 September 2011

The temple of love

Time has passed since the ancient temples of love have been erected. Today the world has erected other shrines made of stone. Love had been sold cheap to all bidders. I remind all that love cannot be bought, but exists in the hearts and minds of all that love. Make your room a shrine, let the smell of roses descend as you lie in the arms of ecstasy. Remind yourself that unless you give yourself in love there is no shrine.

Codex of Love, Reflections from the Heart of Ishtar.