courtesy Sarada Devi
Two prickly, green fruits of the dreaded thorn apple are yours for offering. One for him and one for her. Penis and vagina. On the day of the full moon, carefully craft the union in sand, and place flowers around their transient bed. Then the inextricably entwined lovers must be bathed in milk, and finally the poisonous apples must be offered with much awe. With this the venom will bubble forth and then be washed away into the eternal flow of the river.
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