It was a pretty cool ritual, and fun. The idea was that the men in the ritual pulled God energy down into the women and the women pulled Goddess energy down into the men (this is the reverse of what is traditionally done in that tradition). That was done through a series of call-and-repeats, such as:
High Priestess: Your lips taste like apples and your kisses are like wine. All women: Your lips taste like apples and your kisses are like wine. All men: My lips taste like apples and my kisses are like wine.
This went very well - eye contact, pretty nice energy - until halfway through the men's turn:
High Priest: Your legs are strong like the trunks of ancient trees. One of the men: Are you kidding me?
Even in this context, comparing a naked woman's legs to tree trunks seemed like a bad idea. The men did say the line, but sort of nervously. Us women, however, decided to claim that line and sort of roared it back: My legs are strong like the trunks of ancient trees!
I think the leaders of the ritual expected the phallus line that came next to be the giggle-maker, but it passed unremarked. And that night around the fire, we stomped and chanted "ancient tree trunks" to the stars.
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Date: 2012-05-25 03:43 am (UTC)High Priestess: Your lips taste like apples and your kisses are like wine.
All women: Your lips taste like apples and your kisses are like wine.
All men: My lips taste like apples and my kisses are like wine.
This went very well - eye contact, pretty nice energy - until halfway through the men's turn:
High Priest: Your legs are strong like the trunks of ancient trees.
One of the men: Are you kidding me?
Even in this context, comparing a naked woman's legs to tree trunks seemed like a bad idea. The men did say the line, but sort of nervously. Us women, however, decided to claim that line and sort of roared it back: My legs are strong like the trunks of ancient trees!
I think the leaders of the ritual expected the phallus line that came next to be the giggle-maker, but it passed unremarked. And that night around the fire, we stomped and chanted "ancient tree trunks" to the stars.