BDSM and Spirituality, Part Two

June 12, 2012 Kink and BDSMRelationshipsSpirituality  No comments

Yesterday, I referenced a blog by one of my favorite people, aisha.  She talked about spirituality, and you can read her work here.  I talked about it and ended up not at all where I meant to be, so this is really a continuation of that.  Let’s see if I can stay on track today.

One of the common themes in a lot of cultures is the idea of using a physical ordeal to bring one closer to a higher being.  Walkabouts and vision quests and ghost dances and sweat lodges and all those other rituals and rites of passage that bring one closer to God, however you choose to perceive that, whatever name (or gender, or singularity) that you, or they, recognize.

Bear with me, I’m going to use that term, you just substitute whatever makes you feel more comfortable when you come across it.

So, we go through some kind of physical ordeal in order to better understand God and ourselves, or, perhaps, to catch a glimpse of another dimension or reality, to see ourselves and our place in that whole.

Master Skip Chasey is one of the people who often presents at events and he speaks quite often about spirituality.  He also wins my award for one of the best class names ever, Priests in Black Leather.

I’ve taken a weekend class/retreat from him twice, and both times I experienced something unique for me.  In one class, he did a single needle temporary piercing on each of us, over the third chakra, or basically in the center of the chest.  In another, I was flogged, by his slave, slave rick, and then by him.

I can’t say I really enjoyed either experience, nor would I at all imply it was the kind of ordeal that one might see as a vision quest.

On the other hand, I have always disliked needles, and it was surprisingly not that bad.  I have pricked myself with a needle when sewing a hem or a button and had it hurt much more, so that was a plus.  I also, I confess, like having done it.

The flogging was interesting, not something I’d choose to experience again, but an interesting perspective.  It was a fairly hard flogging, relatively speaking, and lasted about 20 minutes.

(I’m going to paraphrase Master Skip, and it’s possible I might misstate something – please don’t hold it against me.  I respect Master Skip enormously, but I am going by memory here, too.)

One of the things Master Skip talks about is his belief that we were, in fact, given S&M as a tool via which we can, in effect, see the face of God.  He also believes that kinky people are the next wave in the evolutionary process of humans.

We are, in other words, the pioneers in spirituality, in understanding the mysteries and intracacies of that God, and the means we have at hand is S&M.

Now, isn’t that an interesting concept?

Wouldn’t it just piss off the religious right, the ones that find us and what we do to be so sinful, so against God’s laws?

Wouldn’t it be wonderfully symetrical in some way, if it were true?

And, if S&M is the means, and I administer – no, I think orchestrate is the better word – if I orchestrate that experience, doesn’t that make me, in fact, some kind of priest?

I have always believed much of the similarities between the religeous or asthetic life and the life of a slave are not simply coincidence.

A slave sets aside his own wants and desires, turns his life over to what he feels is something greater.

He directs his efforts and his energy to serving, to asking himself constantly, does this serve the purpose my Master has for me?

He understands that he will not always enjoy the lessons he is required to learn, and that pain and sacrifice may well be an elemental part of his life.

He bows his head in supplication, and says, “As you want, Master.”

He recognizes that his life is no longer truly his own, not in the way it was before.

He may be required to change his appearance, his mode of dress, his diet, or his living arrangements.

He accepts that he may have rituals he is expected to complete, and forms of address he must learn to use.

He accepts the vision his Master has for him, recognizing that the goal is to burn away the dross, to leave what is purer behind.

Sound familiar?  Sound rather like a noviate nun or monk?  I don’t think that’s a coincidence.

So perhaps I am a priest, or better yet, a priestess in a black leather corset.

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