Lesbian Sacred Sexuality Diane Mariechild Macelina Martin

Initiation

From womb to womb, connection clear and strong. My body sits upon the earth, my heart energy streams down into the core of the earth. Her energy like the waters of a mighty river flows through me. My body opens, my blood becomes like sparkling water fed from a boundless source springing from the heart of the earth. My light body full and shimmering gently withdraws from my physical body and melts through a crack, thus entering sacred ground.

My body pulses with the earth, hot and dry, yet fed by unseen waters. Three eagles soar above, spirit friends bringing me to the land of the endless sky. I walk through this land for a long time until a holy space beckons me. I descend into that dark, round space. My eyes can see nothing, then gradually changing forms dimly appear. Who enters this space with me? Lovers of the past, friends from all the cycles of my life, each of us on her private journey. Here together in this sacred place.

Sounds of a drum rise through the darkness. I circle and leap to its beat, leaving the heaviness behind. Only the sacred child dances within the holy round. My body lighter and lighter, joy bubbling forth and encircling this sacred space. Abruptly the drumming stops . The echoes die . Silence settles on me like the fog that slides down the mountain and fills the valley I call home. My body fills with energy: full, deep and clear. No buzz of expectation. Strong, open and spacious. As my eyes become accustomed to the dark I see the circle: sisters of fire, women through the ages, young and old, of every race and tradition.
One crone, strong and stately, approaches me. We stand face to face. Her face is dark and lined with age. Her eyes hold mine in a steady, welcoming gaze. As I drink in her beauty she begins to transform before me, her lined skin becoming smooth and then again wrinkling and softening. She is Mother of the Flame, a firekeeper from the beginning. She raises her hand in greeting and a tiny fire flickers, then blazes on her palm. She touches my belly, heart and head, belly, heart and head. The third time she touches me, her hand strokes my yoni and remains there for moments until she enters me. A sound breaks the stillness, the sound of fire igniting. I feel its warmth spread through my yoni, my pelvis. Belly bowl holds this fire, contains its power, as the flames dance higher. My heart burns, tiny fingers of flame pierce its walls and it becomes open space, the endless sky. My eyes sparkle as the fire dances through my mind, its flames licking away my fears. Burned away. Burned away. Burned away.

I know without words: this is initiation. Lesbian lovemaking is a celebration and initiation into the holy space that is the foundation of the world. I step back and bow low. The drums start. A muffled steady beat grows louder and stronger. We circle around, moving to the rhythm. Vibrations bounce off the walls, rising and falling back to the earth. Energy spirals upward, filling my legs as they stretch down into the earth. My strong legs like columns, my pelvis the arch cradling my sacred inner place. Earth energy flows upward to legs, through pelvis and returns to earth. My bones become the soil; my flesh becomes the earth. The drums call us from deep in the heart of the earth. Womanspirits, ancestors, grandmothers of time, we dance. The snakes that lie coiled in baskets around the room begin to stir. I feel the energy rise along my spine. I am flying, down in that holy round, lightly touching the ground. I am flying. And I am touching holy ground.
The drums stop. The sisters of fire become shadows on the wall. Then total darkness. My belly, my heart, my mind cast a soft glow. The fire within;, now banked, will warm and nourish me. I climb up the ladder, slowly, gratefully. I touch the earth. I bow to the endless sky.

- from Lesbian Sacred Sexuality, Diane Mariechild

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