The Celtic Goddess Rhiannon
The Photo: A depiction of
Rhiannon as redhead like me - though my hair is longer, finer and softer – which,
since I seem to be channeling her to some considerable extent while I’m at
Blackthorn Castle, is appropriate.
Channeling Rhiannon: The Oxford
scholar of Celtic mythology, who is overseeing the dig in the lowest levels of
the east tower of Blackthorn Castle, has determined the site is a temple to the
Celtic Goddess Rhiannon (pronounced Ree-an-non). She is a Goddess of the earth
and fertility, of horses and birds as well as inspiration and the moon. The
temple is in the foundation of the east tower one of the earliest parts of the
castle which was built in the early 1300s or before almost certainly because of
the spring which was probably in a grove of oak trees as that was a favorite
location for the worship of Celtic deities. My Goddess, Aphrodite, for whom I
am a priestess, is fine with that since she sees Rhiannon as a Celtic version
of herself as Venus was for the Romans, which for me is a good thing since I
would not want to be caught between two competing goddesses. So my celebration
of the moon and the Winter Solstice will have a decided Celtic tilt this year,
not that it wasn’t at Location Z. Too, I
think celebrating on the feast day of Rhiannon will consist of a smaller ceremony,
because of the lack of space in the immediate temple area, though no less
intimate consisting primarily of my being inseminated with the standard ritual planting
of seed.
A Holy Spring: The fresh water
spring found behind a wall of loose stones in a small grotto in the rock on
which the castle foundations for the east tower were built accounts for the
dampness at the lowest levels. Internal vents channeling fresh air from the
winds across the top of the tower have been unclogged so that air can circulate
and ritual fires can again be safely built in worship of Rhiannon/Aphrodite.
There is nothing we have found in the texts about holy fruit specifically for
the Celtic Goddess Rhiannon, though the apple and hazel nuts were thought to be
magical. So, I’m going to offer apples and pomegranates since pomegranates are
the preferred fruit for offerings to Aphrodite unless we discover more facts
before the holy days. Rhiannon’s birthday is celebrated on July 4th
but also at Beltane (May 1st) and tangentially December 18th
as the Roman Goddess of horses. Therefore, later this month I will have the
first celebration of Rhiannon at the location on which Blackthorn Castle was
built in perhaps a thousand years.
The Landsker Line: From
Wikipedia. “The Landsker Line is a term used for the language boundary
between the largely Welsh-speaking and largely English-speaking areas in
southwest Wales. The English-speaking areas, south of the Landsker line and
known as ‘Little England beyond Wales’, are notable for having been English
linguistically and culturally for many centuries despite being far from the
border with England. The line is noted for being sharp, and for having moved
only slightly over the past several centuries.” The closest market town to Blackthorn
Castle is Llanidloes well north of the Landsker Line15% of whose population of
about 3,000 can speak Welsh.
Lust training for seminarians, continued:
I’m finding the students eager to learn and amazed at the immense pleasure a
woman with vaginal skills is capable of giving. They are finding the vagina is
not just a hot, wet, tight, deep vessel into which a male can insert himself to
achieve sexual relief. Almost all the men who have filled me with their seed
have admitted that they are very conflicted about lust training as in some
taboo compartment in their minds separated from holy orders that they will be
taking they want to have the thrill of impregnating me. Or better yet while
thrusting into me pretend I’m their sister or their best friend’s wife or mom.
I love it when they confide those longings as then I know who to concentrate
more of my pelvic skills on. However, I try not to get too involved with any of
them. It would be amazingly easy and cruel to addict one or more of them to fetish
sex and inadvertently tie them to me on a psychological penis leash since when
they complete lust training they could develop separation anxiety.
Aside from that though I think should any of them who leave
the priesthood or convert to the Anglican faith there may be a down side to
taking my Lust Training course. I think it’s likely that I will have ruined
them for sex with a vanilla woman. That’s because (and I don’t say this to brag)
as an Escort trainer I have the body and pelvic skills that very few vanilla
women will ever have. So having exposed the men to the delights of Pompoir and
the Mare’s Trick among other pelvic skills, which are for a man mind blowing
examples of the muscle control a woman can bring to pleasuring a man, it’s
quite possible that the seminarians who have taken Lust Training with me will
be expecting far more in bed than a typical vanilla woman knows how to give and
therefore will never be satisfied unless they fall in love with a talented
Escort.
As this in being written I’ve only been training Seminarians
for seven days and two of them have already dropped out of the course for
medical reasons. One because intense sexual activity triggered an epileptic
seizure because no one knew he had a seizure disorder. The second student had a
minor heart attack just as he came in me and vomited in my hair while he was
still on top of me. Both are in a local hospital until they are stable enough
to be released. Their families will be told that they became ill during
‘intense athletic exercise’, which is not too far off the mark since it was educational/recreational
sex. The injuries have caused the Head
Master to rethink his desire to have his seminarians participate in Lust
training w/o first undergoing a stress test to see if they are healthy enough
for sexual activity.
The other seminarian Lust Training candidates have now
quickly undergone stress tests so I shouldn’t have any more medical emergencies
during training encounters. The young men are so grateful I am spending what
one called ‘quality time’ with them and the stamina of 18 y/os is marvelous
most being able to get off three times in 30 minutes w/o using a performance
enhancing medication.
