Making Love in Faeryland, and the Trump Babyboom

One of the greatest challenges I found in writing my new book, The Bright World of the Gods, was the love scenes. There are three of them, between three different couples, and while they’re not explicit – it’s not Fifty Shades of Grey – I do linger on the scene a little longer than is polite, and so your specs might get a bit steamed up!

You know how in movies when they delicately cut away to the window and the curtains are blowing gently in the breeze? Well, I stay with the action just a few seconds longer than that. Long enough to bring the scene alive, anyway.

But this is the first time that I’ve had to write love scenes – and I found it a challenge to my sense of privacy, because you have to write from experience if it’s to ring true. I found that I had take my courage in both hands, to open up and reveal this secret part of my being to complete strangers. Added to that, there was the complication that these were not love affairs between people on Earth, but in different dimensions.

For instance, in Chapter Six, Arawn, who is the Lord of the Underworld, tricks the king Gwyn ap Nudd into exchanging bodies with him so that he can come up to the Bright World of Earth and seduce Elen, an Upper World deer goddess, who had shape shifted into a shaman living on Earth. (I know that all sounds a bit complicated, but it all makes perfect sense when you read it.)

I’ve always found that the sexiest part of love making is just before the actual act; when the passions are building between two people and they feel as if they are entering an enchanted world. This is because they are entering an enchanted world – it’s not just imagination. After all, Mother Nature’s purpose in making the act of sex so deliciously pleasurable is ultimately about Her survival. So why wouldn’t She take an interest and show up, with her faery midwives, for such an auspicious event – even if it is only a quick bunk-up behind the bike sheds?

But why I zoomed in further and longer is because I wanted to capture, like a film-maker, the unexpected emotions that can shoot out, in a Tourettes-kind of way, and which often take both parties by surprise.  It’s similar to what happens to a woman just before giving birth. In my own case, the nurses laughed when I got really angry just before giving birth to my daughter because it’s a recognised sign that the baby is well on its way.

Scientists would no doubt attribute that anger to a certain mix of hormones, but that just tells us about the ‘how’; it’s not the ‘why’. The ‘why’ is, according to my understanding, that Nature’s fiery “red in tooth and claw” fierceness can no longer be held down by Victorian drawing-room social niceties and it erupts like a raging Vesuvius, in order to protect the young.

Like the time, for instance, when I accidentally stumbled upon a baboon who had just given birth, in Botswana. She was just in the process of licking the afterbirth off her newborn. I instantly stopped dead in my tracks and then quietly retreated. I’d caught the wild, mad glint in her eye and I knew she wouldn’t be taking any prisoners.

Entering Faeryland

Lovemaking and childbirth are just two ends of the same nine-and-a-half months process. Whether or not your intention is to create a baby, Mother Nature doesn’t differentiate. At such times, both parties enter into a magical other-dimensional realm in the Middle World that some call Faeryland.

By the same token, that’s why there’s no such thing, in reality, as ‘free love’. Love is never free and everybody pays, eventually, one way or another. Despite Hollywood’s best efforts at mind programming us since the Sixties with comedy series like Sex in the City, the truth is that sexual intercourse is not just a cheap thrill of a fairground ride that we can enjoy and then jump off, with no consequences. When we make love with our partners,  we are conjoining our two bloodlines, and this is of great interest to the ancestral spirits. Maybe that’s why Carrie and her other New York friends were always so unhappy and unfulfilled?

Anyway, it wasn’t that way in the past. Some indigenous tribes that haven’t yet lost touch with their shamanic roots believe that the ancestors bring together the chosen man and the chosen woman when they want to send a certain soul through into human life and combine the bloodlines. It’s the ancestral spirits who drop the Puck-like love drops in the eyes of the Beloveds, which is why, I guess, they say that love is blind. It certainly does appear to be!

boat-stars

The Trump Babyboom

In the case of my two lover characters, Arawn and Elen, I wanted to show how at times like this, it’s the woman’s role to protect her own sovereignty and, in Elen’s particular case, her sovereignty represented the Sovereignty of the land. Her emotions at that time were purely as a result of that.

I think this is why some in America are already beginning to talk about a Trump babyboom, with all the talk of a wall and greater security measures being put in place on the borders.

It’s a fact of Nature that unless a man is prepared to defend the nest in times of danger, her eggs dry up. It isn’t that the woman is necessarily being picky, contrary or moody – although she may be also all of those. But she’s really just obeying Mother Nature when she doesn’t want to have a sex with her man when he’s showing no inclination to fight for her, for their children and for their way of life.

Refusing to defend your borders will cause many women to close their legs, tight shut  – because their bodies are telling them that it’s too dangerous to bring children into the world.  It’s natural selection at work.

A good example of this form of natural selection is found in Nature, with the flamboyantly-coloured Australasian bowerbird. He doesn’t rely solely on his vibrant plumage alone to attract a mate.

Satin Bowerbird

The bowerbird takes a long time to build his love nest because it’s made up of lots of different intertwined boughs, creepers, flowers and leaves – as many as the bird can find to attract the female.

According to Wikipedia: “Bowerbirds have also been observed creating optical illusions in their bowers to appeal to mates. They arrange objects in the bower’s court area from smallest to largest, creating a forced perspective which holds the attention of the female for longer. Males with objects arranged in a way that have a strong optical illusion are likely to have higher mating success.”

Nature is the Mother of Invention, because the female will only mate with the bowerbird who has made the most effort with his nest. His commitment to such an endeavour is the only indication that she can glean that her progeny will thrive and be safe and secure with him.

So men, if you’re wondering why things have been pretty flat in the bedroom lately – there’s a fast way to get it all moving again.

Help Trump build that wall and defend the borders!  Then you’ll be able to enjoy a thousand-and-one enchanted nights again!


The Bright World of the Gods

A real faery-tale from the mists of Avalon

by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

Learn more and get it here

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The Sacred Sex Rites of Ishtar

Shamanic sexual healing and sex magic

By Ishtar Babilu Dingir

Read more and get it here

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