Ever since I embarked on the journey of the Infernal Soulmate Pathworking, the world has been speaking to me in BDSM imagery which is, in fact, as old as mankind. In classical art and myth, we see Andromeda chained to the rock naked, waiting for the Prince to save her from the Dragon. We inhabit all three of the characters in the story, the helpless Victim, the Monster, and the Hero. The basic cast for any good story.
So let me tell you a story — for that is what I became at the end of my life as a Geisha. A storyteller. When she aged out from courting directly with the clients, the Geisha was employed by the tea house for her skill at acting, music, and storytelling. This was the real difference between us and other types of courtesans, who were selling only that sexual act. Once they were past a certain age, they could no longer sell it and had to resort to begging, crime, or suicide.
That was not our fate. Our designation literally meant ‘Artist’ or ‘Entertainer’ and we were hired for parties, and this, of course, generates ample demand for our private company at the afterparties.
The bathhouse girls, had an easy hustle, because their job involved nudity and touching whereas our seduction happened clothed entirely, and consisted of three dates set up in a ritualized manner. We sought to lock our clients into monthly contracts to see us privately or sell them on the prestige of being seen as our Patrons in public and that was for two years.
I must have been a prolific Geisha, because looking back at my history in this life, it’s fairly glaring how I always found myself somehow involved in the nightlife and catering to strange exotic lusts. Often, this involved some kind of art that was excessively lewd…
Back in the day, when I was an enthusiastic party organizer with the Prague fetish community. We would rehearse sexy comedic skits to be performed as the highlight of the evening. They were all amateur productions, homemade costumes, acted out with gusto.
Apart from the voyeuristic thrill we sought to bring to the audience to get the party going, there was always also a secret bet or a trick involved between the actors, who were not all allowed to know the full and true script. As the play was being rehearsed, they would be sent outside and a part of the play was rehearsed without them, building up angst in anticipation for what was going to happen truly, to their character, on the stage and in public — it would be a surprise.
So, when the Christmas party play was finally performed, not only did the Prince Charming NOT save the poor girl from the Warlock, in whose tower she was held kidnapped, waiting to be freed, but to her horror, and before the audience, shocked and titillated, they would savor her together!
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Think for a moment of Demonic Pacts. Making deals with the Devil. The inevitable moment of surprise, when things do not turn out to be the way they were promised. There is nothing quite like being surprised in a bad way, in a way you always knew you would be. But you still signed up for it. You knew bad things were gonna happen, you just didn’t know, how.
There’s nothing quite like that moment of surprise in your life story — and this happened to me — when the White Knight promising to save you from the Evil Warlock turns out to be much worse than the Villain, so you beg the Bad Guy to take you instead.
Now, consider Alchemy. In that scene, we were expressing the Ancient Esoteric Truth that the Lover and the Adversary, are actually ONE. There is no point in seeking one and trying to escape the other. Since they are already ganged up against you on the backstage, you might just as well enjoy the thrill of your own public humiliation.
The Soul seeks to be devoured by the Dragon and overpowered by her love for the Prince both at once, merging, losing the tension of duality for a short moment before we return to our preferred roles.
They say the most dangerous woman is the one you have successfully mastered. For she knows exactly, how good it feels having submitted to you. She knows how to seduce you into the same experience.
For your magick to manifest the best way, it’s always YOU who needs to give in.
Lilith
‘You’ll feel so much better with these on,’ says Lilith, showing you her velveteen cuffs. ‘I can punish you the way you like it. It’s good for you, and I like Bad Boys better than the Goodie-Goodies who submit to me right away, and never show resistance. My message to men is this: my respect is won, not given. You want to subjugate Lilith and possess her? Beat me. Your game needs to be better. Lie to me. I will pretend. I will lie to you back. and then, when you are too tired and just want to rest peacefully in my lap, I will sink my teeth into you.’
