0 comments/ 16375 views/ 2 favorites The Conflux of the Moon Goddess Ch. 1 By: Starlight Each night of the full moon there meets The Conflux of the Moon Goddess. As we gather it might well be the meeting of any social club, as we stand around chatting. There are, however, a number of things that mark this gathering out as different from most others. First, there is the room where the Conflux flows together. It is a large circular room; the walls are clad with dark blue velvet. In the centre of the room, there is a circular shallow sunken area. In that sunken circle is a raised spacious platform, an altar. It has a soft mattress-like top, and the whole is covered with a moon yellow velvet cloth. Above it, and suspended from the ceiling, it a beautiful symbol of the Full Moon. The floors of the room are carpeted in deep red pile carpet. There are no chairs or seats, and those who wish to, may recline on the carpet. The second thing that might strike the stranger as odd, is the fact that all the women are clad in moon yellow cloaks, and the men in cloaks the same metallic blue colour as the walls. All wear masks in the shape of the full moon that entirely covers the face. Again, the women having yellow and the men blue masks. As the Conflux members stand around talking, the room is well lit by concealed lighting. The conversations are marked by their ordinariness. They consist of sport, politics, cooking recipes, and all the everyday things people chat about. Then a soft, slow drum beat starts, deep and throbbing. At one end of the room the velvet hangings part, and out step a man and a woman. These are the Master and the Mistress of the Conflux. They are tall and their cloaks are made up of slashes of blue and yellow that seem to flow into each other. Their faces are not completely covered by the masks they wear. Their masks are the shape of half moons and cover only the upper parts of their faces. These half moons symbolise the great truth that man is only half-self and woman only half-self, when the genders are separated. The Master and the Mistress stand on the edge of the central sunken circle and above the altar. The Master speaks: Master: “Let the Conflux gather in silence.” (The people move to stand around the central circle, positioned so that men and women alternate) Mistress: “Has the Conflux flowed together in peace?” All: “We have flowed together in peace.” Master: Let the chosen daughter of the last Full Moon be brought among us. (Wall hangings part at the opposite end of the room from where the Master and Mistress entered. A woman clad in a white cloak accompanied by a male acolyte enter. The circle of people opens to allow them to stand on the edge of the circle) Mistress: “Chosen daughter of the Full Moon, the Moon Goddess has blessed you?” Daughter: “She has blessed me.” Master: “No man has come nigh and entered you since the last night of the Full moon, my daughter?” Daughter: “No man has come nigh or entered me since the last Full Moon.” Mistress: “Then you are blessed indeed.” All: “Blessed is she.” Master: “Join us in peace, daughter, the Moon Goddess has blessed you. May the fruit of your womb be a joy to you.” All: “So be it.” The daughter and the acolyte step back to join the general gathering. It might be noted at this point that three other women wear white cloaks. A brief silence ensues, then the Master raises his arms and speaks: Master: “Let she who was chosen by lot at the last Full Moon be brought before us.” (The hangings where the previous woman and acolyte entered part again, and another woman and acolyte enter. They come to stand where the previous couple had stood) Master: “Daughter, you are the one chosen by lot?” Daughter: “I am.” Mistress: “Do you freely accept the honour bestowed upon you?” Daughter: “I freely accept.” Mistress: (To the acolyte) Has the Chosen One been well prepared?” Acolyte: “She has, Mistress.” (It is the acolyte’s task to stimulate without penetration the Chosen One, so that her fluids of desire flow freely) Master: “Let the lots be passed.” (A blue velvet bag is passed round the circle and each man draws from it a silver ball with a number on it. This number determines in what order they will approach the Chosen One) Mistress: “Let the Chosen One prepare herself.” (The acolyte moves to relieve the woman of her cloak, who then stands naked) Master: “There is no barrier, chemical or mechanical between yourself and the blessing of the Moon Goddess?” Daughter: “There is no barrier, Master.” Master: “Then in reverence lay upon the altar of the Moon Goddess.” (The woman steps down into the sunken area and lays upon the altar, her arms and legs spread wide. The Master steps down and stands over her) Master: “I pray the Moon Goddess to richly bless you, and now pay homage to your sacred places.” (He bends over her and kisses her vagina) “May this, the entry into your mystery, be fruitful.” (He moves to her breasts and kisses each nipple) “May these, the source of eternal nourishment, be a blessing and sustenance to the fruit of your womb.” (He returns to his place on the edge of the circle and raises one hand. The lights dim except for a bright light shining on the women lying on the altar. The pulsating of the drum increases) “Let it begin.” The first action that now takes place is for everyone to discard his or her cloak except the master and the mistress. It is the task of the women to stimulate the men to ensure good erections. The method they use is left to the choice of the women, but there must be no penetration. Some women gyrate their lower abdomens over the men’s. Others stimulate by hand and some use oral methods. The man who drew the lot marked one is ready the tip of his penis shining with pre-cum. He descends to, and climbs upon the altar. He comes over and penetrates the Chosen One. His ejaculation is quick for he has been well prepared. The next man descends; there are fifteen men in all that will penetrate the Chosen One. In the midst of the third man’s penetration, the Chosen One suddenly cries out, and begins vibrate. The climax comes with a great shriek of ecstacy, and the Master speaks. Master: “The Moon Goddess has given her the Joy of Heaven. Thanks be to the beneficent Moon Goddess.” All: “Thanks be to Her.” Four more times the Chosen One received the “Joy of Heaven,” as the ceremony proceeded. I watched and felt the unworthy pangs of jealousy. “How long before I am the Chosen One,” I thought. I had been initiated only three moons before this night, but hungered to serve the Moon Goddess as Her Chosen One. I work at a very ordinary job operating a P.C. It was at work I was approached by a very attractive woman, our floor manager, a couple of years older than I. She was warm and friendly, and as at that time I had only just come from a country town to take up my job, I had few friends. Her name is Sybille, and after a while and many cups of coffee during our morning breaks, she said to me, “Astarte, I have a group of friends and we go out to shows and barbecues and things like that. I wondered if you would like to join us?” I thought this a good idea. Perhaps I might make a few personal friends in the group. Sybille seemed delighted that I would join them, and she arranged to meet me and escort me to their next outing, which happened to be a visit to a theatre. The group was bigger than I expected – about thirty young men and women, I thought. An outing to a theatre is not the best way to get to know people, so it was not until I had attended a few more events that I began to notice that all the women were about my age and extremely beautiful. The men, also about my age, were also very handsome specimens. Given that they were so attractive, one might have expected there to be some “getting together” in couples, but there seemed to be none. I taxed Sybille about these things, and she said, “Ah, well, first, we always select only the most attractive young people to join us. The other thing is, we all belong to a certain organisation that forbids specific liaisons.” I was eaten up with curiosity about this, and why I had been admitted into their “Certain organisation,” but at the time, Sybille would say no more except, “Be patient, my dear.” In the following weeks Sybille asked me many questions about myself, especially those concerning my sex life. Actually, my sex life was none existent in the sense that I had preserved my virginity during many a car seat battle at the end of a date. Sybille seemed very pleased about this. I began to press her to let me join their “Certain organisation,” and tried to find out what it was called and what it did. It took a long time until she finally began to let out little bits of information. It seemed to amount to this: They had a particular interest in an ancient goddess called, “The Moon Goddess.” They worshipped and tried to serve Her. The exact nature of this service was not made clear to me, but had something to do with seeking the blessings of the Moon Goddess, and providing her with offspring. After further pressure from me, Sybille finally relented and said, “There’s a man I’d like you to meet. He can tell you more about our organisation.” I was taken to a luxurious apartment, and was there introduced to a tall and very handsome man. He had never been part of the group outings, and was a little older than the group members. “So you think you would like to join us?” “I think so,” I said, “but what does it entail?” “It entails a great deal,” he replied. “It means a total offering of your self to the service of the Moon Goddess.” I had heard similar sort of talk like this before. At church when I was a kid dry old spinsters used to go on about “giving all yourself.” It all seemed very boring, and I had long ago discarded it. Yet, the man who was saying this now did not fit into the “dry old spinster” picture. He looked vital and very seductive. I was disposed to press on a bit further. “What do you mean by “a total offering” of myself?” “In the first place it means you offer your body to the Moon Goddess in order to receive her blessing.” “In what way do I have to offer my body?” “My dear,” he said, “I can say no more of that just now. If you want to go on and find out more about us, there is a lady to whom you can go for further instruction in our philosophy and ceremonies. Do you wish me to make an appointment for you to meet her.” “Nothing lost in just going to see her,” I thought, so I said, “Yes please.” “Our sister Sybille will let you know the time and the place for your meetings.” With that, he left us. I was kept waiting for days before Sybille came to me at work and said, “It’s tonight, Astarte. I shall take you to meet her, but I cannot be present at the interview.” She took me to another luxurious apartment in the same building as before. There I was introduced to a lady more stunningly beautiful than any I had ever seen. Sybille left us, and the lady looked at me for a long time, as if she was reading my very soul. Then she spoke: “Astarte, I must first warn you that we accept only the most beautiful and intelligent people into our company. That you are beautiful is obvious, and Sybille tells me that your present work is far below the level of your ability. However, if we are to proceed, you must first take certain tests that will determine accurately your level of intelligence. Are you willing to do this?” “Yes,” I replied. She led me to a desk and bade me sit down in front of it. I was given a pencil, and a piece of paper was put before me. This had a series of questions on it with multiple choice answers. “You have ten minutes to complete this paper,” the lady said. “Start now.” The questions were easy at first, but got harder the further one went. I completed it in nine minutes. If I thought that was the end of it, I was wrong. Paper followed paper, all of them having a set time to complete them in. I was exhausted by the time I finished. The lady took the papers and put them into a large envelope, and sealed it. “These will be analysed in the next few days. Sister Sybille will let you know when you are to see me again.” Thus, I was dismissed. Again, a few days elapsed before I was recalled. When I was with the lady again, we sat down and the lady produced some sheets of paper. “We have had your scores analysed and I can tell you that you have scored extremely high.” That was a relief. “There is one more preliminary test you must undergo before I start your instruction. It is a physical examination. We want only the most superior physical specimens to join us. Included in that test will, of course, be an examination to assure us of your virginity. Are you willing to accept this examination?” “Yes.” “Then tomorrow at ten a.m. sharp, you will report to (she gave the name of an exclusive private hospital). A doctor will be there to meet you, and he, together with others will carry out the examinations. Sister Sybille will again inform you when you are to meet with me again, and she will also deal with your absence from work.” Once more, I was dismissed. The following day I underwent the examination and tests. It was the most rigorous I had ever undergone. It ended with an inspection of my vagina. Another few days wait, and then Sybille came to me. “She’s ready to see you again, tonight, Astarte.” Another few sheets of paper, and the lady smiling, which she rarely did, at least in my presence. “Excellent report, Astarte. If you are still willing to proceed, I have permission to accept you as a ‘Seeker’. What do say, my dear, do you want to go on?” I had come this far, and my curiosity was aflame. Clearly, there was something about the organisation that was very different to any that I had been involved with before. The necessity for beauty, intelligence, physical good health and virginity intrigued me. I agreed to proceed. Every evening over the following weeks I was with the lady being instructed in the philosophy of the organisation. This I cannot reveal to you except to say that they have worldwide and very long-term goals. The ceremonies, one of which I have already described, troubled me at first. When I learned that at my initiation into the Conflux, I should of necessity have to offer my virginity to the Mother Goddess, I was not too happy. I raised my doubt with the lady. “Where better could you offer your virginity, Astarte? To some man who may or may not be faithful to you? To some persuasive lout in the back of a car? No Astarte, there are better, more fruitful ways.” Put like that I supposed there were “more fruitful ways” of disposing of my maidenhead, and after all, I had preserved it far longer than most girls had. Another worry I had was what happened to the babies that the Chosen Ones produced? The lady smiled her enigmatic smile. “If you are to be initiated, Astarte, it will be into the first order of our organisation. There are other orders that, all being well you will pass on to. Should the Moon Goddess honour you by selecting you as a Chosen One, and should you be fruitful, at the birth of the Goddess’s gift, you will pass on to the second order. Here will be selected for you a man to be your life long faithful companion and he will act as father of the child granted you by the Goddess. You will have other children with this man, and they too will be the gift of the Goddess. “You can only be the Chosen One once, if you are fertilised that first time. Should you fail to be fertilised, you may be chosen twice more, beyond that… ” She shrugged her shoulders in a dismissive manner. “Suppose I don’t like the man?” This time, the lady laughed. “You have seen our young men. They are all as perfect as you are. I don’t think you will find any of them distasteful. In any case,” the enigmatic smile again, “the Goddess is wise and has many ways.” At the final session, I began to see the power and scope of this organisation. “Astarte,” the lady said, “None of our members are allowed to continue in lowly positions. All are raised to places of power and authority in whatever country they dwell. Some, like our sister Sybille, have power or a minor sort. Others rise to the highest places of power in their country. You too will rise.” Not only had I been overwhelmed by the philosophy and ceremonies of Conflux of the Moon Goddess, I was startled at the thought of occupying a high place. “You are surprised, Astarte?” “Yes, I’ve never seen myself as a person occupying a high place.” “When the energy of the Moon Goddess enters into your soul, you will discover many things about yourself that will surprise you.” “You have passed all the tests, you have been instructed. I may recommend you now for initiation. Do you wish this?” “I do.” “You will be initiated into The Conflux of the Moon Goddess, the First Order of (here she named our city). You must prepare yourself. No man must enter you, and if at the initiation it is found that you have already lost your virginity, you will be rejected. Is that understood?” “Yes, I understand.” “Sister Sybille will meet you at the time of the next full moon and conduct you to our meeting place.” That ended my sessions with the lady. On the night of the full moon, Sybille drove me to a very select part of our city. We pulled into the drive of what, as far as I could see, was a large and tasteful house. The door was opened to us by a masked and blue cloak clad man. We were taken into a small room, and there we stripped. Sybille put on her moon yellow cloak and mask. I was given pale green cloak but no mask. For the first and last time, my face was to be seen during a ceremony of the First Order. Sybille led me to another room, one wall of which was hung with blue velvet. I heard the steady beat of a deep drum and voices, but I could not distinguish what was said. After a while the blue velvet hanging was pulled aside and a man in his blue cloak stood there. “The Master and Mistress await you,” he said, then stepped aside. I was led by Sybille into the circular room. I was shaking, not so much with fear, as with anticipation. We came to the edge of the sunken circle and stopped. Across the other side of the circle I saw two impressive figures, one male the other female. Wearing only half masks I saw immediately who it was. One was the lady who had instructed me, the other was the tall man I had first met. So, these were the Master and Mistress of the Conflux. The Master spoke first, addressing Sybille: Master: “Sister, you first brought this initiate to our attention, saying you thought her worthy?” Sybille: “I did, Master.” Master: “Do you still find her worthy?” Sybille: “I do, Master.” Master: (To the Mistress) “Has she passed all the tests without blemish?” Mistress: “She has.” Master: “She has been instructed in all that an initiate of the First Order needs to know?” Mistress: “She has.” Master: Do you find her worthy to be admitted to the First Order of the Conflux of the Moon Goddess?” Mistress: “I do.” Master: “So be it. (Turning to me) Is it your will to be initiated now?” Me: “It is.” Master: (Turning to the people) “Is it your will that we proceed to the initiation?” All: “It is.” Mistress: “Let the bearers come forward.” Four men approached me and lifted me up. I was borne to a room behind the velvet hangings. The Master and the Mistress came with us. The four men laid me on a luxurious bed covered with moon yellow and blue coverings, then they left. Master: “Divest the initiate.” (The Mistress took my cloak so that I was naked. She then took the Master’s cloak so he was also naked but for his mask. He was beautiful, and his phallus hung down between his legs, slack) The Conflux of the Moon Goddess Ch. 1 “Prepare the initiate.” (The Mistress came to me with a small flask in her hand. She opened it and poured oil into her palm, then massaged it gently into my vagina) “Prepare the initiator.” (The Mistress went to the Master and began to massage his phallus that rose rapidly. It was a mighty shaft. She then unrolled a condom onto it. In my instructions I had learned that in the First order, only the Chosen One was allowed to become pregnant) Mistress: (To me) “Initiate daughter, are you ready to make sacrifice of your maidenhood?” Me: “I am willing.” She came behind me and took my hands and stretched my arms above my head saying “There will some pain my dear, try not to resist.” The Master approached and laid over me. I felt him search for my opening with the head of his phallus. Once found he found my entrance he put his hands beneath me, and thrust in. I gave a scream as he burst through my hymen. I struggled in my pain, but the Mistress was holding my arms firmly. I felt his movement within me, and despite the pain I gave up struggling and surrendered to him. I felt his movements increase in pace, and suddenly he grunted, and thrust powerfully into me. It was his ejaculation. When he had finished, he came off me. The mistress released my arms, and went to remove the condom from his slackening phallus. Disposing of it, she then approached me with a soft towel and gently mopped my vagina. When she took it away, I could see the blood. The Mistress then put the master’s cloak on him, and came to me bearing a moon yellow cloak to replace the pale green one I had worn at first. As I stood to be covered, she kissed me on the forehead and said, “Welcome, daughter of the Goddess.” We reentered the main room where the other brother’s and sisters awaited us. Mistress: (Holding up the towel that she had used to wipe away my blood) “She came to us chaste. Welcome the new daughter of the Moon Goddess.” Response: “We welcome her.” There followed kissing and individual welcomes. They had already had the ceremony of the Chosen One before my initiation, so I did not see it that night. On the night I have already written about, once the men had seeded the Chosen One, she was left to rest for half an hour. Her legs were locked tight, for although much of the seed had poured out of her, she must hold in as much as possible to let the Moon Goddess’s blessing work within her. There now followed a very exciting time for the other women, the choice by lot for the next Chosen One. Some, like Sybille, who had waited two years to be chosen, were anxious A moon yellow velvet bag was brought out. In it were a number of golden balls and one red one. Whoever got the red ball was the Chosen of the Goddess. The bag was passed from woman to woman, each putting their hand into the bag to retrieve a ball, but it was not to be looked at until the Mistresses commanded. I clutched my ball, awaiting the command. “Let it be me, dear Moon Goddess I prayed.” The Mistress gave the command, “Show forth.” I opened my hand, and joy of joy, there in the palm of my hand was the little red ball. I was the Chosen One. There was much congratulating and kissing, but then the Master called us to order for the official ceremony. Master: “The Goddess has exalted you.” Mistress: “Do you freely accept the gift of the Goddess?” Me: “I do.” I was almost beside myself with rapture. Master: “Do you swear to keep yourself from all men for three moons, beginning tonight?” Me: “I do so swear.” Master: “Then at the time of the next full moon you shall be honoured, and I pray you will be blessed by the Goddess.” The Chosen One for the present occasion had now risen and received the kiss of blessing from the master and Mistress. But the ceremonies were not over yet. There was one more, or rather two, to be carried out. Two people, a man and a woman, were led into the room. They were new initiates. The ceremony went much as mine had done, but with modified questions for the man. When this was done, the woman was carried as I had been, into the inner sanctum for her initiation. The Mistress did not go in this time, but was replaced by another woman. As we stood waiting, we heard her scream as her hymen was split, and soon the bloody towel was presented to us. Four women now carried the man into the inner sanctum, followed by the Mistress. The Master did not go with them, and was replaced by one of the brothers. The Mistress was to initiate the new member. The four bearers emerged from the inner sanctum and joined us. We waited in silence. Then came a loud groan as the initiate ejaculated. There was a pause, and then they emerged, the Mistress bearing a condom filled with the initiates semen that she raised before us. Mistress: His seed has been received. Welcome the new son of the Moon Goddess. All: We welcome him. The new brother and sister were now welcomed as I had been. When things had quieted down the Master said, “Let the moon dance begin, and let all have the joy of each other.” The Master and Mistress then retired into the inner sanctum to engage in holy confluence. The throbbing of the drum, which had been with us all the time, now took on a wild beat. As the new Chosen One, I had to stand aside from what followed, but the rest of the company began to dance round the sunken area. After a while couples began to slip away to rooms behind the velvet hangings. Soon cries of ecstacy could be heard as they had the joy of each other. The men had to wear condoms, of course, for only the Chosen One was allowed to get pregnant in the First Order of the Conflux. Any woman who did get pregnant when she was not the Chosen One, was expelled from the Conflux, together with the man who had impregnated her. If the man the pregnant woman identified as the father of her child denied it, he was asked to take a test to prove his innocence. If he refused the test, he was expelled any way. So, we drew to the close of our full moon gathering. In the following weeks I could barely concentrate on my work, I was so excited about the coming Chosen One ceremony. Would the Moon Goddess bless me? Well, that’s another story, isn’t it? The Conflux of the Moon Goddess. Part 2. By Starlight The night of the full moon draws near, the night when I open myself to receive the blessing of the Moon Goddess. No brother present in the Conflux may deny me his seed, apart from the Master. All must empty themselves into me. As the night approaches my excitement is such that I am constantly wet with female lubricant in anticipation of what I shall experience. My work floor manager and sister in the Conflux, Sybille, understands my state of being, and lightens my work load and passes over the errors I am making in my work. She knows that when the time comes and she is the Chosen One, she too will be engulfed with electrifying delight and anticipation. The night of my honouring has come. Upon arriving at the meeting place, my acolyte greets me. “Welcome Chosen One of the Goddess.” He kisses me softly on the lips and then leads me to the anti-chamber. Already there with her acolyte and clad in her white cloak, is the Chosen One of the last full moon. “Did the Goddess bless you, “ I whisper to her. “She did.” I congratulate and kiss her. I strip but do not yet put on my cloak and mask, for the acolyte needs to have free access to my body. There is a bed with soft coverings on it and the acolyte bids me lie on it. He begins to caress my breasts. I hear the drumbeat begin its slow sonorous beat, and I hear muffled voices. The ceremony has begun. The Chosen One of the last full moon is sent for to announce that the Goddess has blessed her. My time draws near, and the acolyte now stimulates my vagina. He must ensure that my female fluids are flowing, or there will be much pain. Finally the acolyte licks my womanhood and thrusts his tongue into me. He must go no farther, for it is forbidden for any man to penetrate me before or after the ceremony. The acolyte bids me stand and covers me with my moon yellow cloak. I put on my mask. A blue cloaked and masked figure opens the velvet hangings and says, “The Master and Mistress await the Chosen One. There are sixteen who will implant their seed.” We enter the main room and approach the sunken circle. I am soaked with the fluids of desire. In a dream I hear the voices of the Master and Mistress, and in a dream respond. I see the velvet bag with the lots for the brothers being passed. Which one will be the first to enter me? The acolyte removes my cloak and mask so I stand naked before the Conflux. The Master asks me if there is any barrier between myself and the blessing of the Moon Goddess, and I tell him there is none. He commands me to lie upon the altar. I step down into the sunken circle, approach the altar, climb upon it and spread-eagle myself in abandonment to the will of the Goddess. The Master pays homage to my sacred places, kissing my vagina and nipples. I hear his words, “Let it begin.” I am aware of the brothers and sisters discarding their cloaks to stand naked before each other. The sisters begin to stimulate the brothers in preparation for their penetration of me. I hear the sounds of ecstacy as the brothers attain their erections and approach to the edge of ejaculation. Now is the moment. The first brother descends into the sunken circle and stretches himself over me on the altar. I feel him seek my opening, and he plunges into me. Oh loving Moon Goddess, this is the first time I have felt a man with no barrier between us. What beauty you have given me! I feel him, hot and hard within me. It seems but a moment, and his seed bursts into me. (The women prepare the brothers well, so they are ready to implant their seed almost as soon as they enter) I feel the felicity of his warm soft seed within me and all too soon, he withdraws. The second comes upon me. I am lost in rapture. His seed pours in and the third is upon me. He is larger than the other two and takes a little longer. I feel the Joy of Heaven coming upon me. I cry out, writhing under the lash of exultation. He stays with me until the climax has passed, and with the reverberations of joy still shaking me, the fourth enters me, then the fifth. Now I am filled to overflowing with their seed, and with the sixth, the Joy of heaven comes upon me again, and I am screaming with euphoric bliss. “O Moon Goddess, bless me I beseech you.” The seventh and the eighth complete my Joy of Heaven and their seed is pouring out of me. I long to clasp my hand over my womanhood so as not to lose one drop of their love fluids, but it is forbidden. Eight more must come upon me, and I must lie open in surrender to the will of the Goddess. It is not until the twelfth brother that the Joy of Heaven comes upon me again, and this time I am beyond all control. I clasp him to me with my arms. I wrap him with my legs. The Mistress gives a signal, and four sisters descend into the circle and grip my arms and legs, pulling me open into my attitude of surrender again. They continue to hold me as the remaining four brothers come upon me, and the Joy of Heaven does not come upon me again. I feel them press into me and implant their seed, but I am by now truly in a state of submission. It is over, and I am left to rest. I doze in post-coital bliss, my legs locked together to hold in the brothers’ seed. I vaguely hear the ceremony to choose the next Chosen One, and the cries of congratulation for the one selected. As there are no more ceremonies, and my time of rest is not yet complete, I dimly hear the chatter of voices around me. Then my acolyte touches my arm and says, “Time to rise.” I rise and stand before the Master and Mistress. I receive the kiss of blessing and am clad in a white cloak instead of my yellow one. The Master gives the signal for the Moon Dance to begin and calls upon the brothers and sisters to have the joy of each other. I cannot participate in this exchange of joy, because now no man must enter me, even if he is condom clad, for fear of defiling the blessing of the Moon Goddess. My acolyte leads me to the anti-chamber, and there tenderly washes my genitals of the remaining seed of the brothers. The time when the Moon Goddess gives her blessing to the Chosen One has past, and if she has granted me her blessing, I can only now wait in patience for its sign. This had been the supreme, the most wondrous moment in my life up to this time. The sweet preparation by the acolyte, the reception of the brothers’ seed, the longing for the blessing and its fulfillment, all fill me with great exultation. Should the blessing be fulfilled in me, then even greater, although barely defined things, lie before me. I wait in patience, trusting in the power of the Moon Goddess.