The return of temple priestesses

A vision of the holy life

Author: Katrin Laux
Category: Man/Woman
Issue No: Special Issue Sexuality

What might the sanctification of sexuality have looked like in times past? And what led to the fact that this sanctity seems to have been lost? In a fictional, futuristic narrative, Katrin Laux takes the reader on a journey of discovery of the lives of the temple priestesses who taught this art of sacred sexuality in very pictorial language.





The journalist is a young man of just 25 years, his name is Erik and I like him. I ask him if we can do the interview in the Japanese basin, because it is easier for me to travel back in time here. Our temple has areas and rooms with very different qualities and functions, but I can go into that later. First we undress, get into the warm water. I have provided drinks and fruit, and we loll in the evening sun. We are silent, and I admire his ability to give me the time I need. I am ready to tell him everything, today on this August 1, 2030. About the building of this temple three years ago, about the Budapest Conference in 2026, about the great unrest before it, the deep darkness and the meaning in it. Later I will realize that we did not meet here by chance, and gratitude will overwhelm me. For now, it’s more of a hunch. “We’ll start in the present, okay?”, I hear his answer to the unasked question.

Sexuality was so natural for us back then that there was no word for it.


The archetype of the temple priestess has been with me for many years. I have eagerly absorbed information about it. My whole life path has had more or less to do with sexuality.

About 15 years ago the Great Remembering began.

At first as blurred scraps of images of various incarnations: as a temple priestess, as a whore, as a torturer, as an Indian … These memories are pieces of a huge, world-spanning puzzle that wants to become a whole.


“Can you tell something about how sexuality was lived in this temple and what was taught?” When we met, we connected with each other and telepathically knew what the other was trying to tell us. So there was no lie in the world at that time. A cocoon of energy enveloped us, like an egg. It protected us, carried us, and we shone and had deep happiness in our hearts. When this cocoon became thin and had holes, due to illness, struggles or karmic entanglements, we united with a partner and recharged the cocoon, we repaired it. Later, when times had become rougher, the priests male and they renounced physical love, they wore this cocoon only around the head – as a halo.

Sexuality was so natural to us then that there was no word for it.

We were surrounded and permeated by it. It was the primal desire of the polar forces to unite – an interweaving, a dancing all the time.

We knew no drive, but we knew ecstasy.

We also used the magical beings of nature for this purpose, to reach other spaces of consciousness. Later they were equated with addictive substances, called drugs, and treated as disrespectfully as we were.
There were initiations in the temple and there were classes. Most of the temple priests were women, but there were also men among us who felt a special calling and took on special tasks. They were the embodiment of the divine in ceremonies. They taught other men how to make a protection in the act of union


“What was the relationship between men and women and what should it be today?” I’ve been waiting for this question, but I need to elaborate a bit. The answer is so easily misunderstood, especially in these new times.

We don’t need a return to matriarchy now, we need new role models for women and men that take into account that while we are equal, we are by no means equal. It is precisely the appreciation of differences that brings us back strength and radiance.

Returning to the spiritual ground of our being allows us to experience that we have both within us. If our soul has chosen a female body, the male pole is our spiritual side, with men correspondingly the other way around. In this way we are connected and whole. If we limit ourselves only to the material, we are half. If a person comes into the world without specific gender characteristics or feels that he is in the wrong body, his soul has made the choice to have special experiences. This should be respected, but a whole society should not let itself be distracted by it.

Yes, we women had a lot of power back then. We provided the emotional and spiritual balance of the community. I try to remember what Artemisa described to me. The sunlight, the fire, the active pole, the divine presence unites with the earth, the receiving pole, from which in turn everything emerges that has form and shape; all matter – the Mater. The feminine is the shaping, the variety of form, ultimately pure energy. A delicate flower is made of the same primordial matter as rough rock.

The woman in ancient culture rests in her power. She is a queen.

She needs a structure for physical love to be boundless. She wants to give herself away, like a tree full of apples. She doesn’t want to have to ask someone to pick her apples, she doesn’t want to let them rot, because that makes her helpless, angry and emotional.

How can both men and women find their way back to their original power and meet each other authentically?

“Then what happened that you stopped being temple priestesses?” Because the powers of darkness needed to control us in order to increase their power, their wealth, lies and betrayal took hold, and it became harder and harder to preserve our tradition. When people are united in love, the beings of darkness have no chance. So they had to cut the spiritual connection and take away the sexual nourishment if they wanted to dominate people. They had to plant fear on the earth. How did they do that? For example, they sowed discord between man and woman, they interfered with birth, and they destroyed knowledge.





The first thing they said was that woman was subject to man, although until then she had been the guardian and keeper of the earth. They kept man from protecting woman and involved him in wars. The woman could no longer teach him love because she herself was needy. Now the woman’s original injury to the man was that she closed her womb. She did not respect his authority, she did not love the power of his cock. She prevented the man from fulfilling his destiny of picking the ripe apples. The women were no longer queens, they had become beggars.

About the author: Karin Laux

Katrin Laux founded the AnuKan Center, where people are encouraged to use knowledge about sexuality and spirituality through the path of experience for a self-determined, joyful life. Among other things, she is a non-medical practitioner (Psy) and sexual counselor, has been a masseuse for sensual (healing) massages for over 20 years and completed a three-year shamanic training “The Way of the Open Heart” (Switzerland).

This article has also been published on the German Website: Die Rückkehr der Tempelpriesterinnen

These are excerpts from the article.

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