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HER HOLY TEMPLE by Maxime Caroline Lichtenberg

The words which crafted this poem came to me recalling a vision I once had... 

The nature of the poem is sacred sexuality, and describes the remembering of sisters living together in a holy temple. These sisters were initiated in various rites of passages, and it was the time of the Goddess, perhaps even predating the impending gender roles and identities society reformed to later. These sisters kept a temple. 

One of the many pleasures the priestesses held dear and practised, was the act of self pleasure and orgasmic pleasuring of other sisters, as a connection portal to the alchemically divine. These sisters were aware of the true power and love that sacred sexuality represented, and used it wisely. Pleasure was, and is, a birthright. Orgasmic pleasure, is in truth a portal of connection to the divine energies and gateways of the cosmic womb. One may commune with Mother, or Father here, one may be bathed in light and receive an abundance of blessings. This remembering was beautiful and a very real cosmic trigger in my body. 

Love is the ultimate state, and pleasure is our gateway. The words, the sanctity of this poem, are a direct transmission from the cosmic center of the holy web of the womb. Think, gold, liquid light, alchemy. Play. Pleasure. Love. Creation. Manifestation. We, the priestesses, as holy vessels of communication between realms. Divinity.

Photograph curtesy of Sopia Sundari


HER HOLY TEMPLE


gold, liquid light
blinds me
in my ecstasy
we are in a temple crafted in Her image 
gallantly,
we flow, easily,
my pleasure
your priority
gently, respectfully
there is a serene comfort
in this receptivity
i allow myself to fall
easily
there is two of you
or two of me
this is how it once was
we open portals
of ecstasy
 illumination
 tranquility
 connection to the higher realms
 divinity
together, 
blissfully.



Maxime Caroline Lichtenberg is a wordsmith, creatrix and alchemist. As the alchemist, she identifies as everything - or everyone - a manifestation of energy as simple as being a “Spirit.” She has been gifted the title of “The Bridge” by the more subtle realms, and is living her life in a way which allows her to connect the spiritual to the society we currently live in order to bridge understanding, and even trigger ancient or cosmic remembrance. She would like to see people become aware of their sacred responsibility as Earth guardians and connect back to themselves, each other, and even a higher power through the practice of conscious acts of love and devotion. Through writing, she hopes to elevate the messages and the cries of our (collective) subconscious and bring them to the surface. Only then is it possible to activate a process of healing and the purging of the dark and often painful, to return us to Oneness as divine agents of light.



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