A Mother’s Embrace

A Mother’s Embrace

There are times when I walk with her at night. I feel her beside me. Holding me, caressing me. Making sure that I know who I am as a Woman, A Vampire, and a Child of Darkness. There are times when I never want to let her go.

I cleanse myself in Lemongrass and Sandalwood soap. I shampoo my hair, all being extremely clean and refreshed. Washing away the mundane filth of the day. I step out the shower and I do not dry. I walk straight to the altar.

I light my two black candles on the side, spark up some Dragon’s blood and Myrrh, light the 9 small tea light candles and wash myself over with s sage smudge. No one outside of Mother can get to me now. I offer blood on the glass black rose I have for her. Watching the blood fall between the unmoving petals. It comes to a point where it should drip off. But it just stays there. Holding itself. Waiting.

The circle is cast, banishing of unwanted entities are down. I proceed by calling your name. Softly at first…slowly increasing. With every formation of your name, I feel my body being wrapped by the blanket of the Succubus. I feel the demons of the night reaching up, caressing my feet, legs, thighs, butt, stomach and stopping short of my breast.

I let Lilith’s invocation spill forth from my lips. Letting the imagery drip down my chin and onto my breast. She is behind me. I feel the nails raking against my back. From above, the darkness covers my head, my eyes, my mouth, my neck, and my breast. I am fully in her embrace.

I fall into a deep trance. Dancing with Mother for what seems like an eternity. I do not want to leave. She offers me comfort in my time of need. She offers me love as a mother does. We have our fights…I am her child…and after a few punishments she explains why, and assures me, it is only for my betterment. For her I am eternally grateful. We will never leave one another. No matter the fights. She is there for me, and I her.

I sink into her chest, and watch as she engulfs my body into her world. I wake drenched in sweat. I smell of travels taken and long forgotten. A scent that is never-ending, and all welcoming. The blood on the glass rose, is now gone. There is no drop on my altar. I raise the goblet and drink to her, of her. Becoming her for an instant. I let the candles burn themselves out. Light more essence, listen to some music. And remember the parting kiss Lilitu laid upon my forehead, before I retire from my journey. A mother’s love is strong. No matter what.

~© Rev Keona

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