Celebrating the Vernal Equinox, British Summer Time

A Sessile Oak or Welsh or Irish Oak

The Photo: A small stand of sessile oaks similar in age to this one is in a field south east of the castle. It is under one of the oldest and eastern most trees in that woods that we celebrated the Vernal Equinox.

The 2016 Vernal Equinox: On March 20^th sunrise was at 6:15 AM. It was 30° (F) and a 10 mph north east wind and heavy cloud cover at Blackthorn Castle. Actually the clouds were covering the mountain top so we were in fog when we held the celebration. That was much better than snow and gale force winds we had at the Winter Solstice. This time Bea and I and our partners were kept warm in shearling robes made from sheep from the Barony’s flocks by a local leather crafter in the village outside the castle and from a design by Emily, my dresser. Bea and I wore pink satin Gaynor Minden pointes and Victoria’s secret bikinis under our robes. 

The trees in this grove have been the site of Celtic celebrations for years moving from the oldest when it dies to the next oldest, which in a consecration ceremony then becomes the new Holy Oak. The celebrations have progressed that way through the grove. Edith, 22^nd Baroness Blackthorn, my predecessor had kept up the family journal of Celtic celebrations that was begun in the 14^th century that is one of the glories of the castles muniment rooms. The celebrations journal has now become my responsibility as only the title holder is supposed to make entries.

The Celtic crypt and sanctuary in the grotto below the foundation of the east tower of the castle was used in times of war when a safe location was required for religious celebrations long before the castle was built over it. That may go a long way to explaining why I’ve had such a struggle celebrating the celestial events in the crypt and on the fighting top of the east tower when there is no danger to the celebrants safety from marauding humans. The Celts loved to worship among forest groves and this celebration of the Vernal Equinox beneath the branches of the “Blackthorn Oak” went splendidly.      

The Sessile Oak (species: Quercus petraea) also goes by the common names Welsh Oak or Durmast Oak. The name "sessile" comes from the fact that the acorn is attached directly to the branch without a stem. The common name "Welsh Oak" is used in Wales where it is our national tree. While lone oaks will spread as the one in the photo accompanying this entry has in a grove the oaks grow thinner and much taller as has the current Blackthorn Oak under which we celebrated the Vernal equinox.

Sex under the “Blackthorn Oak”: Bea and I and our partners ‘Happy’ and ‘Bashful’ from the first cast of the Seven Dwarfs who were coming off two weeks of R&R to participate in the ninth and final week of the Pelvic Intensive, walked down the several hundred yards from the castle to the oak grove a little before 6:00 AM. While the wind at ground level was light it was gusting in the tops of the trees so that it made moaning sounds every bit as scary as the wind through the tone holes of the standing stones at Location Z. The first signs of spring with the temperature moderating are especially noticeable on the eastern side of the castle where the prevailing winds from the west are blocked to some extent and the southern sun can warm the mountainside. The oaks are just beginning to bud so the wind was blowing through branches totally free of leaves. Bea and I had walked the path at dawn with high-power torches the day before so we knew what to expect and while it was spooky (there were owls and Red Kites in nesting in the trees which made noises) we weren’t scared. It also helped that there is supposed to be a curse on the area that intruders disappear or go mad if they purposely come in to that area uninvited by the Baroness. That has kept incursions into that stand of oaks by the uninvited to a minimum.  

We got Happy and Bashful to the Holy Oak without incident though they seemed a bit skittish. At sunrise, at exactly 6:15 AM, we allowed our partners to enter us. The boys were well rested. Their erections were awesome, hard, wet and dripping pre-cum so Bea and I were penetrated quickly and forcefully while standing en pointe in a vertical missionary position backed against opposite sides of the tree and we gave them pompoir, using our well toned vaginal muscles to milk their erections causing them to ejaculate in us in less than five minutes after penetration. Since I was CD16 and had ovulated two days before just to be very safe I double bagged with an Oves cap screwed down tight on my cervix and wore one of my latex Reflexions flat spring diaphragms over that with the anterior rim tucked snugly into my post-pubic vault.  Returning readers will recall that Bea has a frameless, stringless, GyneFix copper bead IUD so she took her celebratory partner w/o wearing a barrier which she only uses when she is having underwater sex to minimize the likelihood of having water forced into her uterus by the hydraulics of her partner’s thrusts. Her partner’s forget she is well protected from pregnancy as their sperm rushes through her cervical os only to be met by the copper ions of the dissolving copper beads which quickly immobilized the little swimmers before they can reach her tubes.

But it is in our partners’ power to delude themselves that they will conquer the odds and get us pregnant which keeps their minds focused on the possibility that they could have their babies growing in our bellies. It seems to be a fantasy universally enjoyed by men when inseminating a beautiful woman. Afterward as our partners escorted us back the few hundred yards to the castle we began to drain coital discharge into the thongs of our bikinis. Since it was consecrated discharge – fluids secreted during a holy ceremony – we were required to swap partners for cunnlingus so I took Bea’s man and she took mine and the men knelt between our legs and licked our labia and inserted their tongues in our vaginas while we Kegeled as much of their spend into their mouths. Then they sucked on the crotches of our thongs to get as much of our holy discharge out of the fabric as possible, which is supposed to being our partner’s good luck.

British Summer Time: On Sunday March 27^th the UK along with countries in Western Europe will move our clocks ahead one hour to British Summer Time.

Hercule Poirot must certainly be crying: It seems Inspector Cluseau has moved from France to Belgium and has been put in charge of that countries search for terrorist operatives. From news reports the amount of intelligence about terrorist activities passed between jurisdictions and not acted on, and the amount of information about terrorist activities collected and not shared between the many jurisdictions within Belgium would make a blockbuster film comedy if it weren’t for the appalling fact that bombs are going off in Brussels, many innocent lives have been lost and the citizens are terrified because of what appears to have been yet another massive intelligence failure. And Brussels is the headquarters of NATO! Go figure!   

Winter Solstice Dec 21, 2014

Ullapool and Loch Broom in the Winter

Our military hospitals tour was cancelled: It was a combination of new hospital administrators and heightened security that made it impossible to get my dancers in to perform for Christmas. Perhaps we can entertain again next year. However, with that off the schedule we were able to leave for Scotland earlier than planned which was good because with Crofter brides as offerings to Aphrodite we needed time to prepare them.

The flight McCarran to Inverness: We left on Wednesday the 16^th and topped off our tanks at Dulles prior to a nonstop flight to Inverness. It wasn’t the best day we could have picked as there was a major storm in the Highlands, but we managed to land and Jack, Chris and Marvin were there to meet us along with three other Range Rover SUVs to take us to Crag Abbey.

While Jack had Marvin’s and my luggage taken to our suite- Marvin and Chris were moving back from the hunting lodge above Ullapool -  my first stop was the temple of Aphrodite/Venus in the undercroft of the Abbey over which the Abbey was built beginning in the 13^th century. I brought an offering of pomegranates, her sacred fruit, and prayed that the couples Marvin and Chris had selected for the ritual planting of seed on the five altars at Location Z would result in pregnancies. I took Marvin with me to the temple since I felt he hadn’t believed me when I told him about the Altar and Holy spring and how a feeling of power and tranquility comes over me when I’m worshiping Aphrodite there.

Marvin is presented to Aphrodite: Actually Marvin was stunned. Not so much from the antiquity of the temple itself, but at the aura that surrounds me when I pray to Aphrodite and her spirit appears above the altar. He said later that her image was so bright that it was like looking at the sun and he had to turn his back. The Goddess was none too pleased that I had brought an unbeliever and a man at that to her temple, but I explained that he was my therapist and lover at which point she wanted me to convert him to the Old Ways.

Thoroughly mindfucked: I explained that he was more valuable unconverted, but securely in my thrall so he would do the Goddesses bidding while walking undetected among unbelievers. She seemed satisfied. However, she had the last word by appearing as a wraith and confiding that she wanted to experience sex with my mortal partner seduced him and for nearly 30 minutes she had him in a continually aroused state during which he had multiple orgasms; shuddering, gasping, moaning with his hips continually thrusting and sweat pouring off him as though he was in a sauna. His ejaculate passed through her form jetted several feet in the air in large creamy strings only to fall back splattering on his flat sweaty abs as she kept him in orgasm.

After she finished with him he was unconscious for at least 45 minutes. I feared for his health, but she assured me that he was uninjured and when he woke he would still have his usual sexual stamina and recall the encounter as sex with me as she didn’t want an unbeliever thinking he had hallucinated about having sex with a Goddess. I was pleased that she left him with that thought as it should make him far easier to manipulate.  I felt my time with the Goddess was very positively received by her, especially after she had her way with Marvin.  

Breeding diaphragms: Chris, our male Gyn, and I had decided to fit the brides, 17 and 18 y/o girls, with ‘breeding diaphragms’ to help increase the likelihood of pregnancies even though four of the five girls were to be fertile on the Solstice. Returning readers may recall that a breeding diaphragm is one two sizes smaller than the size she should wear for effective contraception. The smaller size allows her partner to under-thrust the rim and ejaculate in the dome so when not aroused and on her back the tip of her cervix will be submerged in a pool of her lover’s semen. Chris had fitted the brides for the correct size diaphragms so I brought a lot of 60 and 65mm sizes to use as breeders I also had time to give the husbands a trial run to show them how they should angle their thrusts in missionary to under-thrust a breeder with me wearing a 70mm Omniflex (coil spring rim) as a breeder. And given that I was CD9 and fertile on the Winter Solstice I had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix underneath.

Sunrise on the Solstice: At Location Z sunrise on the Solstice was at 9:04 GMT so we were up at 5 AM for breakfast at His Grace’s hunting lodge then in a convoy traveled up to the robbing tents just outside the Holy site by 7:30 to dress in full length hooded shearling robes. Jack had the road plowed of snow which started above 600 M and he cleared the altars of snow with a flamethrower type device and the four huge stone fire pits for the peat fires around each altar were lit. The wind gusting from 15 to 20 mph howled through the tone-holes in the stone columns surrounding the altars location and the brides were very spooked before they were given goblets of Gorse brandy which settled their nerves. Then seven minutes before sunrise my wards and I walked the brides and their husbands to their respective altars. Their positions were chosen by drawing straws the longest getting the main Altar and the second longest the altar furthest east.

The ritual planting of seed: We had the brides lie down in their shearling robes and their husbands mount them so that at sunrise they were all penetrated and  perhaps it was the Cialis that all the husbands had taken, but there were no cases of erectile dysfunction though there may have been at least two cases of premature ejaculation, but after the breeder rim had been under-thrust so the speed wasn’t a problem. Actually none tarried and the brides were back in the robbing tent on their backs on cots with more Gorse brandy to sedate them in less than twenty minutes while my wards and I mounted the altars to give the husbands another shot at immortality and after that my being mounted by His Grace on the primary altar as the final act of intercourse of the eleven performed that morning.

It snowed the entire time and we never saw the sun. The blazing fire pits and the wind caused there to be this curious nearly dry almost warm bubble around the altars for the ninety minutes there was sexual activity on the altars. The Goddess was pleased. His Grace and I were very pleased as well with how flawlessly the ceremony had gone given the weather and new participants. Now if five pregnancies result it will be such a good sign as His Grace is trying to increase the family sizes of the Crofters on his estates.

Back at the hunting lodge: As a Christmas gift to the Crofter couples who participated in the Solstice seed planting His Grace has given them Christmas weekend at the hunting lodge with a set of servants to wait on them and they were so appreciative!

After the ritual burning of the ceremonial shearling robes and a hearty lunch His Grace, Jack, Marvin my wards and I returned to Crag Abbey overlooking Loch Ness. The cloud cover and snow have been so heavy that we haven’t seen the Loch in more than a day and I wondered if the Range Rovers were going to make it up the mountain but they did.

 

 

 

An offering of pomegranates

The pomegranate sacred fruit of Venus/Aphrodite

An offering to Venus/Aphrodite: Shortly before we left for the airport on the 7^th I visited the Roman temple below the chapel under the Abbey. I brought an offering of pomegranates Aphrodite’s sacred fruit and asked for her to bless our journey and my work on her behalf in lands beyond the sea. I felt the gold amulet around my neck warm and pulse three times as she answered my supplication. 

The pomegranate was sacred to Aphrodite who was said to have first planted it on the island of Kypros. The fruit symbolized female fertility and the marital loss of virginity with the consummation of marriage (from both its red stains and rich seeds).

Having received the Goddesses blessing I took Jack for the last time on this visit while lying in my shearling breeding vest on the mosaics containing the images of the four Roman Goddesses. It was a glorious encounter and I think Jack was at his best as far as size and technique were concerned. I was still having wonderful little involuntary contractions with a tampon absorbing his liquefied semen as we took off from Inverness

Winter Solstice 2013

The Winter Solstice in the north

 

The photo: A picture I like depicting sunrise on the winter solstice. I like it because it looks like it is extremely cold, which is what we encountered at Location Z. Actually, the lunar phase on 20 December 2013 Friday is Waning Gibbous. The current moon phase is from Full: 2013-12-17 09:29 to Last Quarter: 2013-12-25 13:50. The moon is growing smaller (old moon) from a Full Moon on 2013-12-17. It was snowing heavily so we saw neither the sun nor the moon on the morning of December 21^st at Location Z.

The weather on the solstice: The area around Ullapool averages 21 days of precipitation in Decembers. Loch Broom isn’t called the Loch of showers for nothing! So it wasn’t surprising, regardless of how hard we prayed for dry weather, that it had snowed all night and was still snowing at sunrise when the ceremony was underway. The weather was miserable for outside activity with the temperature at 29° F with a 21 mph southeasterly wind across the solar observatory.

Snowbound again: The afternoon of the 20th Jack and I plowed the road up to Location Z. It had been raining at sea level and snowing up there all day with a brisk wind so the road was drifted closed, but not as badly as when we plowed it the first time. Then we went back down to pull enclosed and heated carts carrying the junior Goddesses, initiates and support workers up to the site. We spent the short (for us) night in sleeping bags on cots in heated tents listening to the wind howl around us. I don’t think any of us got much sleep.

Shearling capes, cowls and booties: Himself had decreed that his craftsmen would make warmer ceremonial robes for the Goddesses and initiates concelebrating the Winter Solstice at Location Z and his craftsmen performed beautifully making us all sets of ankle length capes and hoots with 2 inch thick wool on the insides. The Men’s capes were cut more generously so that when they mounted us on the altars their capes and cowls fit over ours forming a seal of sorts. So if anything I was too hot once a male initiate had mounted me and we were united with him thrusting lustily into my nether parts. The trick for me was to hold the one I’d just fucked senseless close until his replacement was ready to mount me.

At Himself’s insistence we wore new Freed pointes (just barely broken in) while on the altars walking from our dressing tent in waterproof shearling boots similar to ballet warm-up booties except heavier and waterproof and toasty warm!

Hoods from hares: The Mountain Hare (Lepus timidus) is Britain's only native member of the rabbit/hare group. The women of the village supporting His Grace’s hunting lodge had again made rabbit fur hoods with attached capes over the neck, throat and shoulders, for all the visiting altar girls, from the white winter coats of the Mountain Hare. They are beautifully made delightfully warm and were fitted individually over our hair after we arrived. They are ceremonial altar clothing for warmth and head protection while being repeatedly inseminated on behalf of the earth goddess at sunrise on celestially important occasions when ritual seed planting is called for.

Secondary altar precedence: With the four secondary altars available on the North, South, East and West of the principal altar all my girls were major participants. Returning readers will recall that the North altar is close to the cliff edge, but Jack says the rock it’s on is quite solid so while it looks dangerous if the wind isn’t blowing from the South the celebrant and her partner(s) on the North altar should be quite safe. Cyndi had the first choice during the Autumnal equinox as His Grace’s granddaughter. Willow is taking her place for this celebration and being another granddaughter of His Grace she has precedence and like Cyndi chose to offer herself on the Eastern altar because it’s closest to the rising sun.

The other girls chose to celebrate on the altars they occupied in the fall; Bea on the South, Odette on the Western altar and Odile on the Northern one. However, the wind was stronger and from the south so she was in somewhat greater danger this time. Still, Odile is a risk taker and wanted the scary one because the sheer drop is just a few feet away, but we did insist she and her partners wear safety harnesses.

Beth bleeds: Beth, my PA/dresser, has a GyneFix implanted and was menstrual with the rest of us and her period ended a day or so ago. However, since she was working with Jack for this celebration guiding initiates to and from the altars she wore a Diva cup as women not participating as ritual sacrifices bleed when they are within the circle of stones comprising the observatory proper. She didn’t believe she would start bleeding again as her cycles are very regular, but she did which has probably reset her cycle by three days. We shall see. She was ok with 800 mg of Ibuprofen and the activity on the site took her mind off the return of her menses. She had worn her menstrual cup more to please me than because she thought she would need it. She is now a believer!

Celebrants prep: At 8:00 AM in the men’s tent His Grace and Jack began prepping the initiates giving them their Cialis and shots of Gorse brandy to build their confidence, assertiveness and to counteract the cold. Beth did the same for Bea, Willow, Odette, Odile and me in the ladies tent. Then 20 minutes before sunrise we all inserted a 10 ml disposable applicator of DiveGel+ to make certain that we would be well lubed and I had checked my Oves to make certain it was screwed down tight on my cervix as I was feeling as though I might be fertile, though it would be a day early and unusual, but then if that’s what the Goddess wanted then who am I to question her plan. After putting on our Freed Classics we stuffed our feet into the shearling boots. Then Beth helped us into our shearling robes. They were wonderfully warm, but quite heavy though we only had 20 yards to walk to the altar cluster.

The men: there were fifteen initiates, from the ages of 14 through 17, who supposedly had not had vaginal sex with a woman, though I’m sure working with His Graces flocks of black face sheep they have had penile vaginal sex with ewes. We Goddesses had three each and I had Himself and Jack as well. I wasn’t sure His Grace would feel strong enough and I was concerned that he might have a heart attack and die on top of me on the altar, but he did remarkably well. I was gentle with him and he gave me an orgasm before planting his seed in me.

The initiates had all been screened for STIs and problems that might cause them to falter while attempting to fuck the brains out of a Goddess.  Though we met them all the night before te only one I remember is Malcolm who is the brother of one of my favorites from last time, Donald. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help comparing the two as far as technique and stamina is concerned. I thought Malcolm was more confident and assertive and wanted to control the encounter as I think a man should. Try I mean. But in these ritual encounters I top from the bottom and he found he couldn’t control his ejaculations when I ripple gripped him. After the second time he just hung on while I moved my hips to position him to give me a G-spot orgasm and then got myself off while fucking his brains out. All through our encounter he stayed wonderfully hard so he was a delight to play with.

Ritual seed planting: A few minutes before sunrise as we were all on the altars with the first males of the ceremony the snow fall became much heavier so it was very difficult to see more than a few feet. Jack helped Odile on to the Northern altar and both of them as well as the initiates wore safety harnesses in case a strong gust tried to blow them off the edge. Fortunately that didn’t happen though I thought of the talk about a blood sacrifice. But I suppose that could be interpreted as Beth bleeding while assisting Jack in positioning initiates. The whole ceremony proceeded w/o incident which I was very grateful for since with the terrible weather the likelihood of a serious accident was quite high.

Afterward: With the weather slowing us down a bit we were through in three hours. After we changed back into our winter storm clothes the support staff shut the gas heaters down. While they were doing that I went with Jack on the dozer to plow the road so we could get out pulling the heated personnel carts after us. The road had drifted closed again but it took only a hour or so to clear it then go back for Himself, Jack, the girls and staff. Below the snow line jack put the dozer in the barn and we all climbed in to a caravan of Range Rovers and went back to the hunting lodge in heavy rain. By 3:00 PM it has stopped raining and the sun had actually appeared.

We had a celebratory dinner this evening with all he initiates and support staff. Then the initiates were bedded down in a large guest house with several of the male staff as chaperones, though I understand ewes were available if anyone felt the need. The boys will be taken back to their farms and villages in the morning.

The ritual burning of the Goddesses and initiates ceremonial clothing worn on the altars was postponed until we get to Crag Abbey where we will be spending Christmas.  The ritual fire of purification will occur within the castle walls in the fire pit where it will be safer to burn the robes, hoods and boots, not that it seemed likely to me with all the rain the fire was could get out of control, but Himself said that dry Gorse burns very easily even in wet weather so that was that. All in all it has been a wonderful day and I’m still draining Jacks semen as he was the last to take me.