Midnight Kink

And he began to pull my body like silk velour, holding my foot aloft in his palm, my right leg, planted straight and firm on the ground. My left foot however, as if on a clifftop, eyes the horizon, ready to pounce into flight. Like the arcs made by the flying Eagle, he begins to open me up. Like threads of velvet, the corsets begin to crack. I surrender all of myself into his hands, and quite literally he begins to spread my legs apart, as if circling the Cosmos. Higher and higher it flies, in tall graceful circles, up and up I go in his sacred right hand, his arm the shadow of the Oak tree that reminds me that home isn't too far.

We hold eachother's gaze, looks of wild calm and utter delirium - are we entangled? Are we entwined? How are you pulling my body so, opening me up, up in the air, opening me up all the way down there. And I am relatively cool. Why am I not collapsing?

Slowly he puts me down, down on the ground, and my sweater slides down my shoulders. I fall into his arms and he catches me.

And I suck the breath out of his mouth.

My body feels righted somehow. As if a knowing descends upon me, a wisdom of sort, a small glimpse of the truth, falling deeper inside of me.

Tantra, I guess I better introduce you two.

{Oh Goddess, give me the words, open me up to the Cosmic Syllable. How do I speak of what I see, and how do I even see? What is this intelligence that causes me to see? And what of the thing that I am seeing? To be, to breathe? And so what electrons? What is this supernatural sense, that I am able to know?

And Tantra says, that, the ability for us to know, is Shiva.

Shiva, the God of Snakes and Crescent Moons. Of Herbal Smoke and Ganja Bongs . Of Beads and Drums, Of Shakti’s thousand Faces. Her Faces of her lusts and her ravages.

The origin of Tantra is said to go back, back even before, when the texts were found, when the world looked a lot different to what it does now. A time, when Shamans in the subcontinent of India, spoke to spirits of old banyan trees and drank teas of holy Soma. Here, the Goddess in the darkest form, that of Kali was offered perfumed flowers and worshiped as God. A time when God was an alchemy of the Feminine and the Masculine, an inseparable entity, like Fire and Heat.

Many centuries later, a body of texts began to appear called the Tantras, which were said to have been written by Shiva himself, the Supreme, all knowing, Cosmic Consciousness. The Tantras took all the shamanic, plant medicine and cosmic knowledge and presented Humanity an extraordinary science, a practice and an art of Life itself.

In Tantra, the common man and woman realise their true nature, and learn to access the Powers of the Cosmos within their own bodies. Here they learn the secrets to awaken their dormant primordial snake, that lays curled in the lowest of their Chakras.

In a radical fashion, woman found herself not only included in the philosophy, but she found herself venerated as the Goddess herself. This was a turning point in history and a reinstatement of woman to her rightful place. Here she traverses the divine channels, up and up, into the abode of Shiva. And in that illumination, she knows herself.

After that incredible period of humanity, the lusty eyes of the world finally fell on India, here was a jewel to be conquered. So they began to arrive in droves, first the Mughals, and their sacred geometry then the British with their engineering, and slowly these sacred rituals began to be marginalized. For the foreigners that came, these practices seemed unholy, vulgar even, and there began a systematic erasing of herstory.

2000 years later, the quiet whispers of Tantra are beginning to be heard again. The High Priestess, now reborn, drapes her thousand veils and walks into the light, thanking every woman and girl that came before her, every single one, who realized their powers to defy the authorities and snatch what was rightfully theirs. In the 70s when Gloria Steinem led the Women’s Liberation movement, the picture that appeared on her inaugural work was that of the dark Goddess herself, Kali.

Now we find outselves in a time like no other, a time where we have never as a collective, enjoyed as much freedom to explore our own inner workings and knowledge of Cosmic Powers. Finally a time has come, where each and everyone of us can step into our power and write a new story for civilization. Let us give thanks to those who came before us, to our ancestors, our spirit guides, our plants and stars. It is because of you that, we, the inheritors of the Universe, can finally drop into our source and begin mending the fabric of our stories.