She feeds him the iron wine of the Dark Moon, and he becomes Her property. As soon as he consumes Her soul manna/matter, She takes possession of him. The blood covenant is adamantine.
Unless you eat my body and drink my blood, there is no life in you.
The blood of the sacred black heart is the blood of the life-giving/life-taking uterus.
Blood is the symbol of Goddess’s merciful pledge to spare man. Her iron wine is divine providence.
My rosary mouth of Moon overflows with the blood of the saints.
The Lamb of El Shaddai is drunk on the Moon’s sacramental wine.
The Moon’s scarlet river is the keeper of ataraxic chaos. The red spirit is volcanic lightning.
The holy bleed is a monthly/moonly soul excursion. The holy sacrament of womb and tomb is embodied/flesh-imbrued saggezza.
Holy Communion — blood clots of endometrium.
Menstrual wine is the realization of passion.
Menstrual blood is the uterine milk of immortality.
Kristin Hanssen, “Ingesting Menstrual Blood: Notions of Health and Bodily Fluids in Bengal”
My favored time to have sex with lovers has been while they are menstruating. It always felt more natural, freeing, transcendent, and spiritual even. The alchemical mingling of the white seed and the red blood in the sacred crucible. That all of this is lost after millenia of brainwashing by religion and other conservative forces is not surprising. So I would say those who understand probably share an esoteric lineage where menses was sacred blood of the grail. Blood is the life. Womb is source.
Blessed is the divine gentleman who knows/reveres the Blood Mysteries.
Solemnize the five senses of menstrual wine.
The most auspicious time to imbibe moon blood is Day Three. On Day Three, lunar wine is richest in teeming stem cells. Earlier in the flow, moon blood is imbued with the energy of crystalline release.