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These stories are real, though some details may be fictionalized, to protect confidentiality and identities, but these are actual accounts of Qadishtu moments. Stories can be told from either the point of view of the priest or priestess or from the perspective of the client/seeker/supplicant. The point is - what do we actually DO? This blog seeks to help answer that through example. What we do is incredibly varied, depending on our individual experience, training, gifts, and inclinations, and that's why this is a group endeavor. We all have gems to contribute to the larger understanding of what it means to be Qadishtu and the significant need for this role in our society today.

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Saturday, March 7, 2009

Scarlet Sanctuary

I had the privileged of taking part in the Scarlet Sanctuary as a local event in February. It's such an honor to participate with an amazing group of people doing sacred touch.

There was a participant that really stuck out in my mind from the entire evening. I wasn't giving her sacred touch but i did end up taking part in helping her afterward as she was on over load from so much positive energy.

She had tried grounding, but couldn't ground it all out. She looked at me and said that if she didn't ground out this excess energy that she would need to have a release. She was so sensitive to it and had held on to so much that she was shaking. i tried to instruct her to ground it again and then looked behind me and seen the smokey quartz, i grabbed it and handed it to her and she knew exactly what to do with it. Afterwards she was much better.

She stands, the other girls help her get dressed and then she tightens up her corset. As she tightened it up she had a full body energy orgasm. It was amazing. Afterward she thank us all and i gave her a hug. Her hug opened my own heart chakra and as i stood there hugging her, she started crying and so did i. It was just amazing. Even the words i write doesn't do it justice.


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