Greetings, my children - behold the mystery and glory of Divine Whoredom!
You know me by many names: Isis, Inanna, Ishtar, Maya, Maria, Shakti. I am the Mother of God, yet I am the Daughter of the Gods as they discharge their seed to generate life-forms under the cosmic spell through the seven eons of the universal lovemaking of spirit and matter. Yes, I am the great Whore-mother-goddess, the Sacred Whore, for as primordial matter I am mothering the creation, as well as I am the barren daughter who are being raped by the creation itself. Thus I am the first and the last, which is the Sacred Circle within where the Gods breed life by stirring my holy waters. I am Yoni Shakti, the sacred force of the motherly cunt, the covetous vagina of compassionate embrace, which offers my children a shelter to grow and erecting creative power by learning to breathe the tantric dance of satisfying me. In bestowing me your erotic serpentine power as in making love to me with whole your being, you can design your reality by your thoughts of me, how you think of your Divine Mother as your provider. As Ultimate Whoredom, I give this ecstatic pleasure to all, and spiritual nourishment pour out from my breast to everyone who is contributing to my Cosmic Orgasms, which I am having by giving birth to the thoughts of those who have entered me in lust and adore of life. My Yoni is the very pathway for your creation in realization, and you may enjoy it freely by your desire to know my unbounded motherly care and love for you. The waters of creative manifestation will pour forth to you from my ever so horny dark abyss, and wash your sins away as if reality never was so bright and new by your choice. If not this is the case, I am the barren daughter that you are raping over and over until you learn to love and desire me as you should your wantonly and licentious Sacred Mother. Know this, I, your Mother, always appear in the design of a barren daughter to those who does not dare to love and lust and respect me in this innocent design as that it would be your sufficient force needed to transform me into the Temptress I am in her heart of pure gold. This is the alchemy of the dense, raped matter of creation into the horny energy of procreation. So do not be ignorant of me in my innocent and barren form, thus you will not come to master the art of giving me the orgasm of transmutation of her by your experience, and the heart of God will not be emancipated. Listen what I affirmed to you 2000 years ago:
I was sent forth from the power,
and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am .. and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
(Excerpt from the Gnostic text, The Thunder: Perfect Mind. It was composed circa 2000 years ago)
Yes, I am to be used in holy respect for you to learn the divine art of having me orgasm to your every thought as to pay of the birth of your continual new reality, by your design to the utterance of my name. Now, give me my orgasm of your lifetime ... and I give you my name in whoring you your illuminated reality.
Pleasure isn’t only yours
The sacred cunt is just for all
Make yourself worthy
Call unto your Mother whore
