Goddess-redemption - In Adoration Of The Goddess

The Rite of Submission: A Male Initiate's Rebirth into the Cult of the Goddess

The air is thickened with incense, curling in the dim candlelight like veils of ancient mystery. Within the sacred temple chamber, twelve robed priestesses are seen standing in a perfect circle, their faces concealed by shadowed hoods. Each candle is held delicately, casting a soft glow over the silent figure kneeling in their center—a man, trembling slightly, is bowed before the altar of the Goddess. Here, he is seen not merely as a man but as a vessel of humble devotion, prepared to undergo the profound, irreversible transformation.

A low, resonant chant is begun by the priestesses, their voices blending into a single harmonic hum that is made to reverberate through the temple. Their invocation is both a song and a spell, intended as a siren call to the Great Goddess herself, to descend and witness this rare offering. Months of prayer, meditation, and surrender have prepared the man, leaving him ready to relinquish all remnants of his old life. This night, he is to be stripped of all that he was and reborn.

"Great Goddess, Infinite and Unknowable,Thou art invoked under this sacred moon.Behold this vessel, this humble one, Who offers his very soul to thy eternal night."

The chant is grown louder, each syllable filling the room with a feverish energy, the candles flickering in response. The weight of the words is felt by the man as though they are drumming into his heart, filling him with a mixture of awe and fear. Tonight, he ceases to be the person he has known. He is being remade, molded, and utterly devoted.

As the final chant fades, a step forward is taken by the lead priestess, her gaze penetrating and powerful. An ornate staff, carved with symbols decipherable only by the initiated, is raised and pointed toward the kneeling man.

“Is all falsehood renounced by you, seeker? Is all pride abandoned, and the identity of your past relinquished?”

Her voice rings out, firm and unwavering, echoing off the temple walls.

“It is,”

is whispered by the man, his voice shaking with the weight of his vow.

“It must be spoken louder,”

she commands.

“It is!”

he replies, louder now, his voice echoing in the silence that follows.

With measured steps, the priestess is seen approaching him, holding an intricately carved dagger—held not as a weapon, but as a symbol of severance from his former life.

“This vow is yours to repeat: I vow to live as a servant of the Great Goddess, shedding my pride and self to be reborn in her shadow.”

Each phrase is repeated by the man with solemnity, his voice steadying as the vows grow more intense, more binding. As he speaks, each priestess in turn places a hand upon his bowed head, anointing him with oil and blessing him with whispered words in an ancient tongue.

The Prostration of Surrender

A gesture is made by the High Priestess for him to lie prostrate, his face pressed to the cold stone floor, his entire form displayed in absolute surrender. The priestesses encircle him, their incantations murmured as one sprinkles consecrated oil over his hair, while another places a ribbon, symbolizing purity and submission, around his wrist. The weight of their presence is felt, the energy of the room thickening as they acknowledge his offering of humility.

This moment becomes his final act of submission before the Great Mother, symbolically surrendering all earthly pride and ego. He feels himself dissolving; his ambitions, past triumphs, and former identity seem to melt away. The shadows loom over him, and he is consumed into the temple’s sacred darkness.

The Ritual of Emasculation

With deliberate grace, the High Priestess is seen stepping forward, her hands raised to the heavens. With a single motion, her sisters are called, and together, they begin to strip him of any symbols of his past life—a ring, a pendant, and finally, his clothes, until he stands vulnerable and exposed. In their hands, these trappings are no longer seen as mere objects but as symbols of his old identity, his worldly pride.

One of the priestesses intones,

“You now stand as a blank slate, cleansed of all that you were. Behold, you die before us, stripped bare to be reborn, naked and humble before the Goddess herself.”

These objects are cast into a ceremonial bowl, where they are set aflame. The flames leap high, the temple illuminated in a fierce, otherworldly glow. His ritual death has been brought forth, his final severance from the self he had once been. The smell of burning incense and the crackling of flames fills the room as he stands, now a living sacrifice in the Goddess’s honor.

The Rebirth and Renaming

After a long silence, the priestesses move in unison, each lifting a hand to him as if beckoning him back to life. He is drawn up by the lead priestess, who gently raises his chin, her gaze penetrating and final.

“By the grace of the Great Mother, you have been reborn. No longer are you the man who entered these sacred walls,”

She proclaims.

“Henceforth, you bear the name [New Name], servant of the Goddess. You are hers alone, bound by soul and spirit.”

A thumb dipped in a vial of scented oil is used by her to mark his forehead with the symbol of the Goddess, sealing his new identity. The other priestesses do the same, blessings murmured in a language sounding as ancient as the stars. With each touch, his new name and purpose sink deeper into his being.

The Final Chant and Closing Benediction

To seal the ritual, the priestesses gather around him in a close circle, their voices lifting in a final, triumphant hymn to the Goddess. Each note fills the chamber, a glorious paean seeming to echo through eternity itself. The man—now [New Name], a vessel of complete devotion—feels divine energy surge through him as he is encased in their song.

"Goddess of Night, Goddess of Light, Behold your servant, reborn tonight. May he serve, may he kneel, May he honor thy eternal might."

As the last notes fade, silence falls over the room. Heads are bowed by the priestesses, a gesture of respect to the reborn initiate. A small pendant is placed around his neck, a token of the Goddess to remind him of his vows. With the ritual complete, he rises to his feet, his heart pounding with awe and surrender.

From this night forward, the man is no longer the person he had been. He is now [New Name], eternally bound to the service of the Great Mother, stripped of ego, devoted and reborn in sacred humility.

Do you serve her, Do you want to serve.

Note: A lot of my followers seem to like these types of posts so I made more of them.

Manifesto for the Liberation of Female Sexuality: A Husband’s Commitment

I, Nicky, stand by my wife’s right to explore her sexuality freely and fully. The patriarchal label of “promiscuity” is a tool of control, and I reject it. My wife’s sexual freedom is essential to her happiness, and it is my purpose to support her in all her desires.

Together, we embrace the Goddess, whose strength and wisdom guide us. Through Her, we find the freedom to love without limits, to explore without shame, and to support each other in our sexual journeys. My role is not to possess her, but to empower her. Her happiness, her fulfillment—these are my greatest commitments.

Her lover brings her joy, and I am grateful for him. He helps her grow, and his presence enriches our shared love. In this journey, we are all united by respect, freedom, and mutual support.

This is our declaration: Love is expansive. Sexuality is sacred. We stand in full support of each other’s freedom, without fear, without limits, and with the Goddess as our guide.

Matriarchy

The only weird thing about it is that it took us so long to understand that women need to be in charge. Indeed, hierarchy is important, but it needs to be dominated by women. It's true that authority and discipline are important, but they need to be female. It's for the best.

Acceptance.