The Life of Astarte
by Eurydice Eloise Wayles

In one of Alex's past lives, he lived in Egypt as a sacred street prostitute, Astarte. This woman endured many abuses and nightmares during the first half of her life. The ghosts of her experiences haunted her until her death. She was beaten, raped, and prosecuted, and, sometimes, just surviving. Astarte’s mother died when she was seven. Her father didn’t allow her to see a dead body. Astatrte’s mother had just disappeared, so the little girl didn’t really understand what had happened. A year later, Astarte’s father died from illness. As Astarte held his hand upon parting, she received her first chance to see a dead person. She studied her father for a long while before calling for help. She was fascinated by how a person could exist in one moment and then stop being. Astarte felt like the fact of death exists to prove that humans have a soul because something was missing in her father. His energies did not exist, yet he was right before her. Motionless body convinced little Astarte that a human is more themselves when they are dead. That was her claim all of her life. She didn’t discover anything else. When she was looking at any corpse, she could see the highest essence and potential of the soul of any human because when they were dead, there were no distractions. From that day on, Astarte looked for ways to talk to people by studying their corpses and having long meditative conversations with them.

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Astarte moved in with her grandparents, and they sold a house for her parents. Astarte felt more secure and in peace in her new home. Her grandparents surrounded the little girl with love and cared for her as much as they could. When Astarte was sixteen, her grandfather died. The young woman had a chance to speak to a corpse again and was glad to receive this chance. A year later, her grandmother followed her husband. Astarte held her hand, and they said their goodbyes. Upon departure, Astarte surrendered to her rituals of guiding a soul through death and studying their essence through observing a motionless body. Weeks went by, and loneliness started to wear Astarte down. She still had some money to live, and she felt very fortunate that she could speak with two corpses in such a short period of time. Those experiences fulfilled her soul. But a desire for conversation and for human touch tormented the young woman. She decided to find a lover and hunted a man on a street. Her first lover was not impressive, and soon she ended things, but Astarte felt good for following her passions. She wanted to trust her heart. 

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A second man she met turned out to be a decent lover, and Astarte felt inspired to live. One day, her lover brought some delicious food with him as a gesture of gratitude for Astarte’s company and their connection. After he left, Astatre realized what her heart wanted her to do, where she was being guided throughout her life. She was born to be a whore, and now life was presenting her with an opportunity to assume this role. Astarte didn’t hesitate too long to assume that calling. She mainly spends time to strategize and analyze her options. How could she present this service and own her story, even when all neighbors would eventually find out? But a choice was quite simple for Astarte. She thought that she could get both sexual pleasure and food just by spending time with a man. It was a win-win situation for her. She still craved lovers,  but she didn’t want to be with just one. It was not who she was, and Astarte understood that after her second lover. It wasn’t that they were particularly bad. Astarte didn’t even use that word. She just wanted to feel and explore different men. All her desires aligned when Astarte contemplated that night, sitting next to a fireplace and eating an amazing dinner she cooked with produce from her lover. Astarte had some funds not to work at all, but she realized that day would inevitably come, so she might as well assume her role right now. 

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I should also mention that Astarte carried deep wounds of abandonment. She felt like both her parents and grandparents had left her, and she was somewhat angry at them because they were all gone. Not a single one of her relatives wanted to be with her. She felt like she was bringing death by being herself. Meditating over the next few days, Astarte felt that she didn’t want to build a relationship with anyone. She wanted her lovers to explore her desires, but she was very comfortable living alone. Astarte had very conflicting feelings regarding this. She enjoyed being alone; she felt like a man would die if he started living with her; she didn’t want to be around people because her relatives betrayed her. Astatre felt like a hermit and was comfortable in that essence. If only she didn’t have her sexual desires and cravings for touch, she would avoid people at all. So now, the idea of having transient lovers who could also bring fresh food felt very appealing to Astarte, and she surrendered to the truth of her heart.

Soon, many lovers sought Astarte’s magical, sensual healings. Her house became a well-known place where men could discover a refuge in Astarte’s embraces. Each man who knocked on Astarte’s door could schedule an appointment, which she recorded in her journal. Astarte comfortably settled into her new routine and found great joy in her work. She never struggled with food or clothes and always had extra funds, which she kept in the box under her living room floor. Her grandmother invented this secret spot, and Astarte continued her tradition. Astarte also enjoyed the sensual pleasures her lovers brought into her life, and she liked being adored by many interesting men. 

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A few months later, as she fully embraced her story, another craving appeared in Astarte’s heart. This desire was similar to her sexual one, which set her on the path to seek her first lover, only she questioned herself when she first sensed it. This desire was coming from her heart, and Astarte realized that she needed to find a way to act upon it. She missed seeing a dead person and her magical conversations with a corpse, so she went to a cemetery. Astarte was hired to help with preparations for the burial, and she was excited to see more new dead people during her shifts. Now she was undoubtedly the weirdest woman in her town, as soon most of her neighbors knew that she was a prostitute, who liked working with corpses in her free time. Astarte’s life was fulfilling and uplifting. She was doing what her heart told her to do, and she proudly walked her unique path. All her needs, wishes, and desires were fulfilled as she divined her time depending on the mood and sensations in her essence. Sometimes, she would spend more time with her lovers, but she had months when she spent more time interacting with dead people. Both activities brought a lot of wonderful emotions into her life, and she knew that she was serving Nature in the ways she intended.

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Astarte felt drained and exhausted after six years of accepting men in her magical female temple. Her job was not bringing her the same pleasures as before, which turned into a routine she couldn’t escape. Men knew where she lived, so they kept arriving at her doorsteps, and she just couldn’t say no to them. She felt a sense of duty, of commitment to her craft. She slowly began to avoid listening to the voice of her heart. She didn’t want to think about what else she could do to earn the same lifestyle, and she didn’t want to try searching for other jobs. Astarte thought that her tiredness was only temporary and brushed off the whispers of her heart that pleaded for her to stop, as Nature wanted Astarte to stop her practice. Nature had to intervene because she wasn’t bringing enough joy and healing with her work. One day, a client came for a session. Astarte was irritated and agitated as she was approaching her cycle, so she rudely and temperamentally raised her voice to a client when he asked about her emotions. Every little thing about her experiences triggered her, as she simply didn’t have enough rest. Astarte responded with anger and resentment to a question of her lover, so he first slapped her on the face and then punched her in the stomach. His dignity was offended, as he felt disrespected, but he was acting as a message from Nature. Seeing how Astarte lay on the floor, curling from pain, he realized what he had done and retreated right away, leaving her house. Astarte was lying on the floor, and she knew she deserved this. She was acting irrationally and didn’t listen to her intuition. 

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Even though Astarte clearly understood the message from Nature that requested her to stop her practice, she only took a few days of rest and then continued her work. The hustle of searching for another profession felt quite unappealing to Astarte, and she couldn’t earn enough at the cemetery, so she continued to invite her lovers. Astarte was destined to find her higher path, but she arrogantly refused to see what life had prepared for her. Nature had to intervene again and redirect Astarte to assume her destiny. One day, a client came into her space. They proceeded to the bedroom, and Astarte seductively invited him to enter her. He was on top of her, and she tried to enjoy this experience as much as she could, when suddenly the eyes of this man changed, and she saw a demon inside of him. This demon was not present during their initial interactions, but he appeared as this man opened up his essence during intimacy. As he had a corrupt heart with a stranded soul, a demon was controlling him, and now, through sexual passions, he manifested himself fully. The movements of this man changed, and he angrily grabbed Astarte by the neck and started to strangle her while his penetrative thrusts accelerated. Now he was raping her and continued to strangle Astarte, with his demonic eyes demanding blood. He was not himself, and this creature was ready to kill this woman.

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At one moment, Astarte fully gave up. She was ready to die, as she didn’t want to make new choices and didn’t know why she was even living this life. Everything became bleak a while ago, and she couldn’t understand why her life so drastically changed. What brought her joy and pleasures before now felt mundane and destructive. Grasping for air, Astarte contemplated surrendering to the experience and leaving this Earth. Yet shortly after, something clicked inside of her, and her natural survival impulses kicked in. First, she tried to scratch the face of her lover, but her actions didn’t produce any result. She was moving from side to side, but this man held her both through his penis and his hands. She was locked and didn’t have many options. Yet her wise pussy knew what to do. She decided to lock this man inside, and soon he was screaming from pain, as he couldn’t take his dick out. Astarte trapped him inside of her, and all of her muscles squeezed him so tight that now he loosened the grip of his arms as he concentrated on his dick’s unpleasant sensations. 

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Astarte started to scratch his face more intensely, trying to poke his eyes. She was winning over, and soon she was able to flip this man on his back with the help of her magical pussy, which never loosened its grip. She was holding this man in ways he had never experienced before or even thought were possible. Astarte was a badass bitch, and I felt very proud of her when I observed this scene. I had never seen anything like that, and I felt blessed that I could see how she handled this situation. She was a woman with unique and supernatural strengths in many areas of life, and now she shined with yet another talent. She was in complete connection with her pussy, as she masterfully used her body parts to get out of this messy situation. Once this man was on his back, Astarte hit him with her hands as rapidly as she could, and she continued to poke his eyes as well, enjoying the misery he was enduring. She grabbed a vase and hit him on his head as hard as she could. A man paused his attack. Astarte raised the vase for another hit, but she offered a choice to her client. Either leave now, or she would kill him without hesitation. He returned to his senses and pleaded for salvation. Astarte released him from entrapment, and he swiftly collected his close, running away for his life. Astarte collapsed on the bed, exhausted and feeling the excruciating pains in her beaten body. 

Astarte finally woke up after this incident.

 

This time she fully understood the message from Nature and realized that her time as a whore had run its course. She needed to find her purpose but didn’t know what to do. She spent the next few weeks without clients, thinking about what she may do next. One day, she decided to go into the temple of oracles and seek the help of a psychic. She wanted to know what she was destined to do and hoped that wise women would guide her in the right direction. Only people who worked in the temple were drunk on their supernatural powers and completely forgot the nature of their humble service. They were arrogant and treated Astarte with contempt, looking down on her. On top of that, the guidance they shared didn’t make sense to Astarte. She was told she would be an oracle in the temple in the distant land and would die from suicide shortly after. Astarte was furious when she left this temple. She knew herself all too well and was confident that she would never be able to kill herself. This knowledge simply did not resonate with her heart. She also didn’t like the idea of being an oracle, as she was convinced she didn’t have such powers. Astarte also didn’t like how she was treated in this temple; her rage was boiling up. As she exited the temple, she wished this place to be burned to the ground with everyone inside dead. Her wish was honest and powerful. She knew the energies of her words and clearly desired such fate for this place.

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Only a couple of weeks later, an army of foreigners arrived at the doorstep of their city and fulfilled Astarte’s wish. The oracle temple was burned to the ground, and everyone inside was killed. This army ravaged their city, eventually forcing everyone to run for their lives. The soldiers looted and destroyed the city. Astarte and other citizens tried to hide in the secret underground mazes and chambers designed for the death journeys and initiations. Yet once they returned from their hideout, they were captured by the soldiers and continued to come back for days. Soldiers beat, robbed, and raped Astarte, leaving her covered in bruises on the streets of the destroyed city. Soon after, the army left, and people attempted to restore their lives. Astarte returned to her partially destroyed house. She retrieved her box with treasures, finding her savings intact. Astarte rejoiced, packed her bags, and allowed Nature to lead her out of the city. She didn’t know where she was going, but she trusted her feet, and one day, she arrived in a beautiful and prosperous town with lush gardens and impeccable houses. It was an ideal place of harmony, way too distant from the ugliness of her hometown. Astarte realized that her homeland's corrupt citizens invited this destruction by betraying their hearts. She interacted with many people through her sex work and at the cemetery, so she was aware of how rotten most of the residents were. But here in the new place, citizens felt peace and comfort with their truth, and the entire town radiated with positive, inspirational vibrations. 

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Astarte decided to spend some time here and decide what to do next. She stumbled upon a beautiful oracle temple at the gateways of this community and entered inside, hoping to receive some better guidance. As she approached the high priestess with the request to look into her future, this old oracle woman knew her answers without even consulting spirits. She had been waiting for Astarte for quite some time, as she was destined to inherit this temple once the high priestess left this mortal plane. Astarte was shocked by this news, unable to believe this woman's words. But the high priestess received this guidance long ago, and she expected a stranger from distant lands to arrive at her doorstep. Astarte still couldn’t fully believe what was happening to her, but she surrendered to the guidance of the high priestess. She seemed trustworthy, open, and honest. Astarte was given a room in the temple, and the high priestess began teaching her the craft of card readings, spirit channelings, oracle visions, and psychic abilities. Astarte knew about her clairvoyant abilities, but she rarely used them before. Now she realized that she had many spiritual talents from Nature to do this job and become a high priestess herself. Through integration of her sexual energies and past traumatic experience, Astarte developed psychic abilities. She became a medium, an oracle, who channeled guidance from spirits and contacted the souls of the dead.

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At the same time, Astarte was introduced to the practices of death journeys. Astarte loved caring for dead bodies, but she wasn’t aware she would be a perfect practitioner of this ancient Egyptian shamanic healing practice. Not many people could master death journeys, so the high priestess didn’t have high hopes that Astarte would be able to do this practice. She showed Astarte a secret dark room in the basement of the temple, with a magical sarcophagus for death journeys in the middle of it. Astarte didn’t know what to make of this strange procedure, but she was guided to try, and soon, the high priestess realized that Astarte was natural in death journeys. She was trained to travel into the death dimension at will and resurrect safely. She learned very quickly and soon was welcoming clients for this procedure. She spent many days existing in the death realm and avoiding physical life. Being dead felt more appealing for Astarte as it was impossible to lie in the death dimension, unlike in life. Astarte loved that fact about death as she didn’t enjoy how much people pretended in their everyday existence. In death, everything was clear and obvious. There were no games, and Astarte tried to spend every bit of her free time exploring the death planes. That’s how Alex’s soul learned about the magical healing that’s possible through death journeys and eventually trained me in this craft. He learned everything he knew about the practices of death journeys from Astarte.

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Divine forces created a perfect woman to be in charge of this temple, as Astarte was absolutely natural in her powers in every healing that was offered in this place. She was an empress ready to assume her righteous throne. Astarte entered the temple upon the death of the high priestess, and she assumed her position of power. Many citizens looked for her assistance in their everyday struggles. Astarte also became a well-known master of burial preparations, and wealthy people of the city required only her assistance with their dead relatives. Astarte returned to one of her favorite activities and enjoyed conversations with new corpses, only now with a new spiritual awareness and understanding. She talked with their souls while preparing their bodies for burial, and she then guided them through the dark realms of death, helping them to avoid demons of the underworld on their journey into the next stage of their existence. Astarte was comfortable in her role and loved the status of beloved healer of her new home.

Astarte never invited another man into her womb space until her death. She carried emotional and sexual traumas in her body, often struggling to come to peace with her past. She was doing sacred work, but her last few penetrations were not consensual, and her pussy, didn’t want to take more chances. She felt that her sexual energies were depleted, and even energy work didn’t help.

 

Astarte didn’t like to tend to the wounds of her womb, often even struggling to accept her cycles. There were many months when Astarte cursed Nature for creating bleeding days, as her past scars made her cycles even more painful than before. Astarte didn’t crave sexual pleasures anymore, as her womb shut off from the world. A few years later, her soulmate Nefret came to the temple seeking spiritual guidance, and the two women recognized their connection to their past lives. Nefret moved into the temple and assumed training under Astarte’s guidance. Astarte saw great potential in Nefret, and soon, the two women spent most of their time together. Nefret developed her psychic and clairvoyant abilities, providing spiritual answers to her clients. She also practiced sexual healing temple arts and invited both men and women for healing rituals. Astarte even trained Nefret in the art of death journeys, and soon, Nefret even became more proficient in this practice than Astarte. Two women helped each other to understand the deepest possibilities of death journeys as they passionately discussed what they witnessed in death realms, exchanging valuable knowledge. 

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Astarte didn’t want to invite Nefret into her bedroom, but one night, the magical feelings of love between these soulmates empowered Nefret to heal Astarte’s sexual traumas. Astarte felt somewhat violated after their first night together, but Nefret acted from a place of loving support. Seeing how reserved Astarte was from embracing sexual passions from another woman, Nefret forced Astarte to surrender despite her protests, and Nefret spent the entire night exploring Astarte’s body and gifting her new joys of sexual pleasures. Even though Astarte didn’t like how assertive and pushy Nefret acted, she was glad that Nefret insisted as she liked experiencing the beautiful sensations created by sexual healing practices. Astarte knew she wouldn’t be able to welcome a man into her space, so she was glad that there was still a way to enjoy her sensual pleasures. Two women became occasional lovers, spending many nights in joyful, intimate dances in Astarte’s bedroom. Astarte opened up to an erotic affair with another woman and felt empowered that Nature gifted her this love.

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After more than a decade of living and working together, two women had to say their goodbyes. Nefret fell in love with a male client, deciding to marry him and become a step-mother for his two children. She moved in with her husband right after the wedding and left temple practices. Even though Astarte saw how much Nefret loved this man, the old wounds of abandonment resurfaced. Astarte felt betrayed by her soulmate and didn’t like that emotion. She felt alone in her temple without her magical lover, Nefret, as they did most of their work together. They grew so close together that Astarte couldn’t easily move on from their love story. She felt a deep sense of connection with Nefret, something she had never felt with anyone in this life, and now this person has also left her. Everyone left Astarte; she could never accept this reality with peace and reverence. She felt somewhat angry at Nefret, even though she enjoyed it when Nefret visited the temple with her husband and kids. 

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A few years later, Astarte died, receiving her revenge, as she left Nefret to take care of her dead body. Now Astarte abandoned Nefret, bringing her the same pain as Nefret caused her. Only burying her soulmate crushed the spirit of Nefret, and she could never recover from that experience. Even though Hefret felt the presence of Astrte’s soul in the temple when she came for visits, she still couldn’t forget the images of the motionless Astarte. Nefret loved Astarte more than she loved her, and even with her wonderful husband, she couldn’t forget the magical times of lovemaking they spent together. Nefret was so upset and heartbroken from this experience that she requested not to meet this soul in the future, knowing she wouldn’t be able to experience such traumatizing sensations again if she needed to bury her soulmate again. In reality, Astarte died on Nefret because she was being initiated into the Isis essence of her soul. Astarte acted as Osiris in their love story, and by dying on her, Alex’s soul initiated Nefret to advance in her soul’s journey. Nefret rejected meeting her soulmate in the future because she had to endure many lives on her own, subconsciously always looking for her soulmate but unable to find the tormented body of Osiris. Alex met with the embodiment of Nefret only centuries later, in 2022, when they completed Nefret’s initiations into the full powers of her Isis's heart with the help of Alex’s magic and, well, my humble assistance in death journeys, as we healed together the wounds of abandonment, rejection, and separation between them.

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