Whilst you, woman, still require a man of flesh and blood let it be known that your spirit will claim you as his own. He will persist in your thoughts and linger long in the memory. He will continually feed at your breast and clothe himself in your nature. There is no more purposeful, insistent and mind-alteringly beautiful thing than this heavenly signature, nothing more fit for the acquiring of what you desire.
The soul is original woman, the archetypal and essential female prototype. The body-soul is eternally young, virginal, and wish-fulfilling: a vacuous body embracing entering maleness. In this mystical adventure we have first-hand knowledge of woman. We see through her eyes and feel through her body, Immaculate Conception in a pure and beautiful body. Thus we have eroticised spiritual phantasms, recreational beauties and soulful creations deeply desirous and spellbinding.
“So then to thee she is but matter and to her thou art but energy. And thou art not in the way of love except thou be dressed in that robe of thine which thou callest woman. And thou canst not lure her to this action without assuming the mask of the spirit... Thou shalt appear in thy glory only when she is in thy power, and bewildered utterly by ecstasy.” Aleister Crowley
“And let that woman be buried with him, who being strongly joined with that woman, the more he clasps her and is entwined with her, the more his body, by the creation of female weapons in the body of the woman, is cut up into parts. For perceiving him mixed with the limbs of a woman he becomes secure from death.” Turba Philosophorum, 12th century
“The woman must resist the man, and he must entice or
overcome her. The active principle seeks the passive
principle, the plenum desires the void, the serpent’s
jaw attracts the serpent’s tail, and in turning upon
himself, he, at the same time, flies and pursues
himself. The sphinx has not only a man’s head, it has
woman’s breasts; do you know how to resist feminine
charms? Woman enchains you by your desires; master your
desires and you will enchain her.” Transcendental Magic
by Eliphas Lev
my soul through the Invisible
Some secret of the afterlife to spell
And by and by my soul returned to me
And answered, “I myself am Heaven and Hell.”
Maha mudra is the knowledge consort of the tantric master - the sex-magical ‘inner woman’ or inborn joy, the diamond lady of the heart. In the mystic body the master stills the motions of the heavens, he destroys the sun and moon with androgynous heat and exploits the femaleness of the body for his own ends. She is the root cause of desire, and desire is created in the belly. She grows until she fills the master’s body, her nature entombs his consciousness and he delights in nuclear collapse. Drops of nectarine bliss, like tears falling from a young woman’s eyes, dissolve the body of the inana mudra. She has served her purpose.
As the highest immobile the maha mudra is a reflection of femininity turned to crystal, the lotus flower of vaginal sleep. In this androgenic circle are the remains of he and she. Contemplation of the heavenly form brings Clear Light, the realisation that mind dwells in perfect sleep in the body of desire keeps the libidinous master in luminous clarity. The perfect sleep meditation is the whole of the lotus, the waking intimacy is the becoming of the lotus.
The deepest sexual fantasy is the highest spiritual attainment, the becoming of the object of (ghostly) desire. Exploiting sexual desire for spiritual advancement is a secret known only to those whose desire for karma mudra is transformed into the majestic lotus, the seed-bed of the immortal moment in which one sleeps forever.