Inti's Consort

Taita Inti, Father Sun, fertilizes the Earth with his rays so that the seeds that have been planted may awaken to life.

Today, the Sun fertilizes me.
I prepare myself.
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The Consort awakens with the joy of being alive, to the songs of birds and the sound of leaves dancing in the wind.
Today is the day.
But she does not rush.
She cannot rush.
Everything has already been arranged.
It is already in motion.

So she takes her time greeting the morning light and feeling the breeze upon her skin.

She prepares her morning drink, a secret recipe only she knows.

And as drowsiness embraces her once more, because today is about just being and nothing more, she surrenders fully to the hammock.

In her dreams, Mother speaks and tells her what to do.

She catches the scent of a rose and follows it.
Captivated by its essence, she watches the petals fall into her hands and knows exactly how to use them.

She returns to her altar.
Where Yoni and Lingam await her.

She lights the flame and sprinkles cinnamon across the altar.
May abundance arrive.
Sweet and spicy.

Goat’s milk is abundant.
It reminds her of those seasons of country life when she milked her goats every day.
Happy days.

Into a vessel she pours the milk.
A prayer is born for abundance and nourishment.
The nourishment that comes from the breast, from the heart itself.

She adds water from the Sacred Valley, the Valley of Eternal Youth, clean and fertile waters.

Then the rose petals that found their way into her hands, in gratitude for beauty and the feminine.
And once again, cinnamon.

May everything arrive with abundance and great love.

She takes a small piece of cotton, dips it into the sacred milk, and glides it across her face.

On her lips she tastes the gentle sweetness of the milk, the sting of cinnamon, and the intoxicating fragrance of roses.

She serves her entire body.

Standing before a mirror, she meets herself completely enamored.

She moves down across her chest and circles her breasts.

Round.
Abundant.
Awakened with sensuality.

She takes her time reaching her nipples.
For they are the gateway.
The doorway to the heart.

She nourishes them with milk.
Awakening erotic energy in every cell of her body.

Her skin begins to tingle as life force moves through her.

She reaches every little corner.
Her hands.
Her feet.
The curve of her hips.
The contour of her buttocks.
And the Mount of Venus.

She delights in this erotic moment with herself, offering herself love, sweetness, and abundance.

Memories awaken.
Memories of her sisters and of what they once did in the temples of love as they prepared themselves to receive the pilgrim and surrender.

She prepares a tea of sweet flowers and mixes it with the spiced milk.
A loving smudge for her Yoni.

Sweetness and purification enter the cave of mystery.
Inhaling all the way to the heart.

Her hips begin to sway softly.

And once again she finds herself making love to her.

The Consort knows that she herself is the essence of Eros and Love.
And that before consecrating to another, she must first consecrate to her.

After a moment of trance, she surrenders yet again into the hammock.

The Sun begins to shine...

The rays of Taita Inti touch her skin in the form of warm, electrified hands. She is awakened once more. As she opens her eyes, light enters her gaze, bringing a rainbow of colors to what she sees.

She sways in the hammock and moves her body slowly, playing with what the light can touch. Knowing she is in charge of every caressing touch moving through her.

Her body, sensual and open, is ready to receive.

She gently opens her legs so Yoni can open to the light. It comes and goes, touching different parts of her labia, warming her outer edges. Until, with great desire, she opens fully so that the essence of Inti can reach her womb.

The electrifying warmth spreads into places that have never been touched like this before.

And as the Consort knows, she begins breathing deeper, opening more, receiving fully.

Yoni trembles—heat rising into the heart. She cries and laughs at this feeling she has never known before, realizing this light now tickles her heart.

She lifts it upward, offering Eros back to the sky. She moves, she moves, becoming one with this force itself. It lasts a second—or a thousand. Not important anymore, as warmth remains in her womb.

She knows she is impregnated by Inti.

And with this, she creates space where abundance, richness, and love arrive with ease.

She surrenders once more into the hammock. The light continues to caress her skin.

Killa rests.

The womb still warm.
The sky still inside her.

The Consort simply is...

Pure love she is.