The Rites of Spring in the High Rocky Mountains.

The sunny birds have stirred me from my winter hibernation to embrace the fertility of Spring. Immediately my eyes lift heavenward to the Rocky Mountains towering above. My heart is like a magnet, as it yearns to be reunited with the wilds of my youth. As soon as I could walk on my own, I was introduced to the near-by mountains and have gone back again and again for the rest of my life. I feel such a strong and peaceful bond with all of nature. It ignited a life-long passion for nature that burns brighter with each passing year. Soon, it will be time to perform my "Consecration of Spring" ritual.

It involves finding a secluded woods far away from camp sites to strip naked. Nudity is our natural form--it is what Mother Nature intended us to wear in our natural habitat. But, since we can't walk around naked all the time, I like to incorporate it into many of my Neo-Pagan rituals. In those hidden woods, I dig a small hole with my hands. I don't use a man-made object because it lacks the personal connection to the fertile dirt that feeds us and gives us resources for shelter and fuel.

I like to raise a scoop of dirt in my hands to my nose and smell of its richness. It is a gesture of respect to the soil's power. At the same time, it's soft yet rich scent relaxes my body and mind, allowing the chaotic stress of modernity to melt away quicker. It's a ritual that shakes the grime of city life off my mind so I can get into spiritual state worthy of Mother Nature's beauty. It's a ritual that reminds me I don't have to carry the baggage of my daily life out in nature. It disintegrates the knots of stress, so that I can fully embrace the experience of nature. I don't believe in rituals without preparing your spirit first because otherwise you rush through it and miss the messages Mother Nature has for you because you weren't in the right frame of mind.

This is where I will be adding some new rituals to my "Consecration of Spring" ceremony. I like to bath in mountain streams when I go backpacking far away from human contact. So, I was thinking that before I strip naked in a secluded grove, and dig the hole that I'll bath in a mountain stream to ritualistically cleanse the grime of materialism from my body. Then when I'm naked I am pure for the rituals to come. Finally, upon completion of the bathing and digging, I drop some wildflower seeds in the hole. Then, I begin to masturbate.

I really loose myself in it, without drawing too much attention. I thank Mother Nature for giving me such a beautiful tool, as my aroused phallus to spread fertility. I thank her for making me a man and with it the enjoyment a sexually horny male can enjoy. I dedicate myself to supporting all ideas that further the birth of revolutionary changes that improve life for humans and animals. Then, when I've extended my masturbating for as long as I can, I unload my streaming man seed (cum) into the hole (womb) as a symbolic ritual of rebirth.

A dedication to a Springtime of renewal and stewardship of nature. It is a ritual where I symbolically impregnate nature and thus feel a deeper bond to the land--and to protect it like I would my own family. It represents a renewed hope and dedication to give birth to new and positive changes in my life. It helps me feel like I am re-connecting with my "natural man" instincts, too. Then I fill in the hole with the soil dug out and cover the sacrificial area with leaves, in a nod to the environmentalists creed, "Leave nature as pristine as you found it." Leave no trace of human activity behind. Feel free to adopt anything that calls to from my "Consecration of Spring" ritual...I believe in communal co-operation and sharing of spiritual expression. That's all for now...

~The Green Man Has Spoken~

The Spirituality Behind Phallic Worship.

A swollen, full, veiny, throbbing hard penis is a work of art to me, and as a bisexual man, I am a proud adherent of the ancient practice of phallic worship. I can not gaze upon a masterpiece of a cock without feeling my own manhood swell in brotherhood unity. Humanity has long been enthralled by the spellbinding nature of the phallus, from the ancient obelisks of Egypt to the modern age of pornography. It stands proud and noble pointing to the heavens to remind all that we descend from the cosmic seed of the stars. A firm erection demands attention as it protrudes out from the male body mesmerizing those who gaze upon as if they were looking upon a holy relic. It is to be handled like a religious icon as it is delicate and precious to all who enjoy it.


(The phallic rock in Kharkhorin, Mongolia)The kneeling on the floor to suck on a phallus is a very devotional act which shows great reverence as one is quite literally bowing before it and giving all of oneself to its glory. From an early age every male becomes intimately aware of the power and magic between his legs. The young man stands in awe of his cock growing with touch to the point of powerfully ejecting his hot seed of life. From his first orgasm he becomes devoted to pleasing it for the rest of his life. He fondles it with care in recognition of how special a gift it is to him. It is his sacred scepter of manhood. His fleshy magic-wand that when stroked transforms the mundane into the transcendental. Connecting with his penis is a devotional act of submission, submission to the passion that stirs the fire of his being. His sensitive balls carry the weight of creation and raw manhood.

(Phallus fountain in the Netherlands)I cannot resist the beckon of my phallus when it begins to stir, I must touch it and make it happy or I cannot think about anything else. I am devoted to the power of the cock and devoted to its celebration and adoration. A swollen cock ejaculating is a beautiful, magical sight as it is watching the raw power of creation surging forth to find the receptacle of the feminine chalice like vagina. I love to watch my cock pulse as it strains to eject my seed as far as possible to ensure the best chances of achieving union with the yoni energy inside the sacred temple that is the vagina.

Pagan phallic altar at "Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between"

One final note, don't let anyone tell you that adoration of phallus is "dirty" or "immoral." Nor the same about masturbation. The various pagan religious traditions consider the human phallus to be immensely sacred (as is the vagina) and they are the oldest and longest surviving religions of humanity!! Often the response you hear is that you just want to indulge your sexual desires and "justify it" by calling it religion. But, if those people aren't experiencing sexuality in an intensely spiritual way then I'd say that they're doing it wrong!! Sexuality is the height of spiritual ecstasy. For the pagan, sexuality and spirituality are not separate because sexuality is the source of life itself!! So, it is perfectly normal to celebrate life through sexual adoration and ritual. Without sexual desires, there wouldn't be religion in the first place. So, for myself, I am not embarrassed or ashamed to worship sexuality, eroticism and the naked, aroused human body.

~The Green Man has Spoken~