There was stillness, a quiet hush within her. She had no cares except for her primary focus and it was so buried within her core that it was her very signature of lifeforce; it was her quantium viability. She felt the warm glow from within herself, soft and illuminated like treasures unfolding and secrets breathing. The crimson curtains fluttered in the breeze, but she paid no attention. She only could experience the Sacred energy that flowed inside of her and in the stillness, she became extensively aware of every particle of her being and all that it was connected to.
She felt the flanel, silk and furs that were sprawled underneath her, but what stood out more to her was the sound of her own heartbeat and breathing. It wasn't hers alone, for she could sense the other energies entertwined with her and all the histories that those energies have encapsulated since the beginning of time. Her heartbeat and breath matched the heartbeat and breathing of a thousand gods and eons of quintessent phantasms. Within herself, the Sacred fusion began to take place and rhythm became a dance of worship and desire flowed from her. There were no more words, no more thinking thoughts; there was only instinct from ancient sources inside of her soul that took over and she no longer was in this world, but in a world within herself.
Echoes of long-forgotten tribal chants chimed in and all of the history of her ancient sisters sparked a blaze inside of her causing her to twitch in eager anticipation. All the dances of the past and all of the etiquette of her pride ebbed and flowed within her like waves on the ocean. She meditated on the lust of her own flesh and drew in desire and passion from the aether that surrounded and carressed her.
The candle burned brighter now, somehow, and the incense smoke swirled up in twirls until it dissipated like steam from a hot bath. The revered words of the incantation she had let spill from her ruby lips dripped and took root in the existence in which she was trapped, or rather, encompassed in. All the exotic luminations from the candle light shimmered and shadows lept from this wall to that, all curious at the spell that was being cast. No man could understand, no man could comprehend her magic, but they desired to and longed to feel what it was that she felt. The forces, however, they could grasp her venerated energy and could utilize the sacred ritual she performed, for it was in her from the beginning of time and was eternal.
In the shadows and light she swelled inside and bloomed like a soft-petaled flower, pollen covered and glistening with dew. Creator and Creation had collided in acrobatical delights of wonder and worship, while wild chants and giggling chimes twinged and embraced each other. Design was intentional in this Sacred Creation and the magic that spilled from the Sacred Feminine brought forth a fantastical crashing wave of energy that could only exist in this way. And when the spell was cast and the practice was over, the candle was blown out with a kiss and the shadows and light faded into a dream.