There is a certain beast, a red beast with many heads that the Rose Queen rides on. This red serpent we speak about is the super-sex-beast of all our fetch animals combined as one. Perhaps this evokes for you an image of Babylon and her beast. You could say the beast in question is the combined sexuality of all of mankind, connected as one. Whilst this might disgust the conservative The Rose Queen rides this creature through whispering it, much in the way an animal is whispered in horse whispering, with a distinct lack of stress hormones in her body, and alluring promises that come true, and powders of bliss she blows up into its many nostrils. We will need her help in understanding the sex powers of this great-human-fetch-savage of a monster. Because to ride the sexual force of our own fetch is to also potentially ride all of those of the red-bleeding world, here we are one with other animals, here we are borne along on the current of our ancestors and their desires, both repressed .and realised, here we are one with all other people, even those who don’t feel sex as an urge to do anything with another person. We need The Rose Queen’s powers of seduction, to call forth the sexual force of the animals, the monsters, the dead ancestors, and all the cacophony of strangeness that live and hide inside the human sex. We also need it to heat our inner cauldrons so we can use that Witch Fire to purify what has become despoiled by shame. Everything was immaculate before shame came along.
Lee Morgan
sex beast
It is the red serpent Our Lady rides on, but we will also need to slip passed the black serpent if we are going to slip on past shame, and unlock the secret Oasis inside our fetch. Let us take a moment to give thanks to this black serpent of restriction, who holds our edges tight, protecting us, although we are yet to burn the bonds of the bindings from last week, when we discovered what lay between us and our true Desire, we may recognise that some of other scales of the black serpent are holy and helpful, like an actual immune system, they guard your body from intrusion. Next Saturday or the next dark moon begin your Work by offering an egg or other life-force-enriched item to the black serpent that watches over your body. This instinctual force, the reptilian brain, is to be thanked for the fact you’ve made it this far through life.
Sometimes this black master of edges needs to know he’s being listened to, and that some part of you is willing to look at the source of danger that he perceives. Often this helps him to stand down when needed. Even shame has protected you at times, from the point of view of the black serpent. Much like a guard dog he cannot simply put his reactions back in his adrenalin box, especially if the rest of the pack aren’t checking to see what that sound was. He lives in you, after all, with the very important job of making sure you stay in one piece. Not only does he have your protection to consider, but he has the adrenal-heritage of your ancestor’s experiences as his framework for what to expect from life, and shame has been something that helped your ancestors survive in the world.
When the black serpent rears his head defensively after perceiving danger and is told to be quiet, suppressed, and even shamed or gaslit, parts of his scales can break off and get lodged in your body, causing a crinkle in the fabric of our redness where flow is no longer possible. These things look like hurts, inhibitions, anger, but from a healing angle they also look like temporary, necessary spots that are protecting a stress fracture. This is why a solid healing seldom occurs in one fell swoop because the black serpent is always vigilant. It remembers all the negative messaging about sex, it remembers every time the body it protects was shamed or hurt.
Both serpents, the black serpent of separation and the red serpent of inclusion need to be honoured for human sovereignty and health to be possible. Without the black binder and her grip on the edges of things there would be no wise elders, there would no lines at all between anything, no creation, no cutting of umbilical cords, no physical integrity of the body. The black serpent is made up of multitudes, hordes of the ancestral dead ride in their guts - just as the fetch bodies of the living are all carried in the great red beast.
Just like with the dead, where there are healthy and unhealthy dead to work with it is the same with the black serpent. The unhealthy dead are like scales, broken off from the whole, hungry as a result, sticking in bits onto the living to try to avoid being flushed into the Underworld. They become that way through a resistance to the red serpent in life, and some of them don’t always let this go.
The black serpent’s job is to protect the red, just as it is your ancestor’s job to protect you as the living. He coils around the other snake and attempts to prevent it getting injured, though in his eagerness he may smother its warmth out. Just in the same way our past fears and triggers can smother out our chances of warmth and interaction with others. It is one thing to tell yourself that this person is not that other person from the past who hurt you, it is another matter entirely to actually live like that is the case… The fact that the Binder’s black serpent loves the warm scarlet one teaches us that the black snake can be tricked through courage and charmed through compassion, just like the Lindworm which leads us to the second and most important gift the Binder’s beast can allow us, access to the healthy sex of the beast. Beasts who are not human beasts possess no shame, they fuck as they were intended to fuck. This experience, we can conclude, was what made the clever and kind peasant-princess so blushy and pink the next morning after her night spent with the redeemed Prince Lindworm!
Let us take a moment before searching for our inner beast to consider the language of the fairytale.
In a fairytale there is a home or hearth of some kind that the main character usually has to leave at the beginning.
There is a Forest where mystery, wisdom, danger and change emerge from. Usually the things of wisdom appear in a clearing or an Oasis in the woods, and the things of danger block the road or appear in a tangle.
Often there is a Bower, a chamber, a garden, or a cave or another sanctified space that the person can reach. Though there may be guardians or guards that stand before it.
Whilst there are dangers as well as power animals and wisdom keeping old women to be found in the forest, there is also a less promising sort of danger inside the hedge, in the human world,.
I like to call this The Marketplace.
The is a place where everything is for sale. Where rich kings can force peasant men to hand over their daughters for a sacrifice and there is nothing the less wealthy man can do to stop him. In this world queens eat both roses instead of one, simply because they have an appetite to do so. It is a world where kings may execute servants based on suspicion of a crime with no proof. It is a world where we are made to feel less important than the powerful, one where we may through sleight of hand and trickery, still manage to gain some advantage.
You will need to remember these places marked bold for later in the journey. I have referred to them already but now your understanding of what I mean by capitalising them has become deeper.
In the tree-growing Forest one often meets helpful animals, birds, snakes, allies of the animal realm. One must choose to look at them not as lesser creatures, one must humbly learn their languages and habits, and see them as a kind of god. Just in the way the animals of Australia were viewed as creator spirits, we must make the same association between the appearance of beasts in the Forest and the appearance of a god. Images of animals on cave walls from the Palaeolithic are not necessarily hunting magic, they could be depictions of the Cave Lion of Creation or the Aurochs whose stampede created the roads and pathways of the world for all we know! Once we establish this way of thinking about animals, that they are not some cute little helper, but a being of magnitude, most of which are far older than our own species. Then we are in the right place to begin our practical Work.
Perhaps you already have a connection with a fetch beast? Or an animal you give some other name to that is like a familiar to you? If you do know ask yourself: how does that animal fuck? You can be certain they don’t feel guilty about it, for a start. You can also assume they don’t think themselves lesser than other animals of their kind if they can’t afford a special face cream. Is this animal monogamous for life? What rate of bisexual behaviour does it have? Do the males fight each other before mating? Do the females fight each other? Do the females fight off the males when not interested, as hares do? Do they catch each others talons in the sky and spin before sex? Or do they give so much to the experience that the male passes out at completion?
It is likely for most witches that you have experiences with meeting and even transforming in witch flight into more than one type of animal. I myself have three main forms that I take, one of them dominant over the other two. To take a little from each of their sexual behaviour to have a much greater understanding of my own instincts. If we consider these animals to be creation spirits it is possible to think of them as the actual parents of your sex. These ancestors of your fetch each hold a vital key that can unlock insights into sex and love in your life. To explore this I invite you back into the land of the fairytale.
This story speaks to us in symbols, of how the white serpent is the very breath of life, shared with animals, that allows us access to the red snake. The reason why is simple, because without breath, and air, no red being could live. Through breath we make the most fundamental connection between red realm creatures, through breathing together. The main character who is known only as The Servant gets access to the actual fruit on the Tree of Life and the love and sexual connection with a princess - who in fairytale logic represents union with a faerie woman or goddess figure. Originally the king himself is the only one who can understand the animals, he keeps this power secret for himself alone. It is through an act of rule breaking, the hallmark of witcchraft itself, that the servant comes to have access to this power to understand the animal gods.