The Circle has opened.
The first rites have been written in flesh...
Welcome to the Coven.
We are a gathering of Sex Witches; practicing BDSM professionals who walk A Path, where sex and spirit coexist, where sciences do not detract from the Mystery, but enrich it. We are of varied Paths, but we are joined in this Journey as one.
Visioned by Lillith and Eve, The Coven has put out a call, and others have comeā¦ Mistress Danielle Rubber, Mistress Sloane Steele, Graf Von Riga have answered and formed the first of the Coven, with more of our kin to come, including Mistress Alani Sayuri...
Our Rites use the erotic arts as our Craft. We honour this work as sacred, as magical, as profound. This is vocational, and our pleasure is resistance as much as it is hedonistic.
We offer a place in our rituals, to embark on your own journeys with us as Participants, as willing Sacrifices.
We offer an invitation to Witness, to look upon what will be and behold the journeys - for the curious, for the watchers and voyeurs.
You can read more about our ethos, Coven members, structures and events at our website - CalloftheCoven.com
THE FIRST RITES
Our first ritual was held on the weekend at the Temple X Coven event, a launch of New Eden Events as well as the Temple and Coven containers.
The Ritual; As Above, So Below.
Music fills the room, each track placed with care, enveloping all within.
Led by Sai Jaiden Lillith and the Coven of Eve X, Mistress Danielle Rubber, Mistress Sloane Steele and Graf Von Riga the Sacrifices are brought into the circle of leaves and flowers, attached them to five ropes hanging from a chain in a half circle around a black suspension frame. The five connected to each other and swaying, every movement transmitted.
The centre; filled by two to be bound by ropes, one held above, one below.
Words spill from the mouth of Lillith, the circle cast within as well as without; places of safety and openings created in the minds of those offering themselves up. With each syllable and unfettered utterance, the spell takes shape; weaving this meaning with every call and response - There is no sin, only love.
Every winding of rope, every fall of flogger against flesh sparking sensation in the Sacrifices, the configuration focusing their cries and responses into the centre.
Flesh takes flight; flesh is bound but not imprisoned. Flesh is connected. Flesh is truth.
Voices raised by the strikes of leather on flesh, nails trailing down naked flanks to shudders and sighs. They are Witnessed, they are heard. Voices are amplified, whipped out of the silence, from deep within each body.
Joy is invited. So is sorrow, grief and rage. All is welcome here, all is invited.
We dance in the fire, drawing down from the sky, raising up from the earth.
The rope connects, constricts, restrainsā¦ from sky to earth, the twisted cords connect Above and below - suspended to the floor, flesh brought closer into unions of tongues and toes. The two are bound together, each twist and pull rippling outward from the centre while desire grows. Ropes run from legs of one to the chest of another, hands to hips, a growing web of cords.
The voices crescendo, all are brought to a climax of Ordeal; suffering for these fierce joys, fragile moments clanging together as the music fades.
All that is left are the voicesā¦ There is no sin, only love.
Over an hour, the ritual opens, peaks, and gently fades.
Why? For what purpose?
The Ritualās intention was to Open; to declare the circle created and potent.
All pleasure and pain, a song of Eros. The energies which both are the force behind and the meaning itself; an honouring of erotic spaces and the primal connections they can bring.
The Ritual was a place where all was welcome; all emotions invited and welcomed - a place where we can be seen in the fulness of what we are, and in that seeing, in that truth of self they can be released.
We declare our intentions; this sacred space is here. It is real, it will not be denied. We will not deny ourselves. We rebel against the definitions of sin that this world has been shackled by; we call on the wild woman, the men of honour and lust, the twin spirits and those between the sexes, those who transform their sexes. We call on those whose voices have been silenced, who have been called too much, too full, too ripe for this world. Declared unsafe, unclean, unseen.
We call on those who honour the shadows and the flames, the darkness and the light.
We call on all who wish to honour the FULLNESS of what we are, what we have been and what we will become.
THERE IS NO SIN, ONLY LOVE
We fuck in pleasure, we fuck to open portals, we fuck to journey, we fuck with meaning, we fuck to connect, we fuck to create and destroy, we fuck for the sake of fucking.
Do what thou wilt, an it harm none.
THE NEXT RITUAL TO COME - RITES OF PASSAGES
Your voices have been heard, and you have chosen the next Ritual.
The Rites of Passages has been invoked for November 16th; a ritual truly dedicated to openings, our holes and the use and filling of them.
Curious? Aroused? Disgusted? Amused?
All are welcome. Bring all that you are and lay it bare to the spirits.
Within this circle, you will find safety, you will find succour, solace and abandon. And perhaps you will find the Mystery.
Or at least have a damn good time looking for it.
In Mystery
THE COVEN AU