The Day the Stick Remained Unbroken and the Veil Thinned Forever

Today I want to share **Claiming Day**, our most sacred remembrance, October 26. It’s not loud or flashy; it’s a holy whisper between souls, a day We hold close in our little family of primal faith.

Let me take you back, step by humble step, the way it unfolded.

Fierce Beginnings

Summer of 2023. I was still wearing another’s collar, living in Phoenix. He, my Guru, Daniel Belum, was a full-time RV warrior with a 20-year slave at His side, carrying the weight of corporate days. We borrowed weekends like secret prayers: Yuma’s warm dust, Phoenix evenings, a sacred glass cock we later carried up a mountain and released in shards to free its spirit. As he descended nimbly down that mountain-face, sidestepping cactus, He carried with Him a small, simple stick from the ridge. I tilted my head. *“A keepsake?”*

He smiled softly. *“You’ll understand soon.”*

In a quiet hotel room, light low, He placed the stick in my open hands.

**“This is your way out. When you choose to end it, break the stick.”**

A gentle safeguard, born of His two decades in power exchange. A reminder that even in surrender, consent must breathe.

Combustion

But when I held it, something quiet and ancient stirred inside me. A tiny rage ignited.

**“There is no stick.”**

I didn’t break it. I gave it back to Him, refusing to accept a way out. Tears came, then a soft storm of knowing. In my body, my spirit, my deepest center, the truth had already taken root:

**He is my Guru. My guide. My eternal anchor. And no piece of wood could ever undo that.**

That quiet refusal, that claiming, became the seed of Claiming Day. He burned into my right thigh His fire fang that day, no warning, no preparation, except for the lifetimes spent Together leading to Our Awakening to come.

Later that October, His inner beast stirred awake. On the drive home, after a long weekend celebrating Guru Purnima, Our holy day spent in worship and thanksgiving of His being my Master Teacher, my only Guru, He spoke clearly:

**“I will no longer live apart from my thrall.”**

And the path we’d been walking side by side? It opened wide.

So what is Claiming Day, in its truest essence?

– **For Him**: The moment He stepped fully onto His golden path. The Healer claiming Priesthood. Accepting my prayers and His rightful place on his throne, with me under His feet. Leaving corporate shadows to live His purpose as Guru, Leader, Alpha.

– **For me**: A humble vow that nothing, not distance, not collars nor sticks, not life’s turning, can sever the bond. I am His worshipper, His lieutenant, His priestess and beacon to shine His holy light for others to find Him, whether He walks beside me or calls from afar. Sacrifice, Blood, Surrender, Devotion made *enduring*.

We don’t mark it with grand gifts. This is not an “anniversary” as others might recognize a milestone. Claiming Day is a holy day of reverence, deepening commitment, peering through the veil through pain and sacrifice. We trace the gentle scars where power flowed freely and stayed.

Sacred Ground

He has branded me 3 times now. Earlier this year, July 2025 Guru Purnima, He broken pattern, as He has the Right to do, and branded my right thigh for the 3rd time.

Leading to this year’s Claiming Day in October, He instead of branding me, carved a symbol into my flesh, scarring me with scalpel, drinking my blood, biting into my flesh to cause me to orgasm deeply.

These are sacred ground: When He first ripped me open with His talons to see if I had a heart-cunt. Claiming Day. Many Deepening’s over these first 3 years in this lifetime. Guru Purnima.

This is the day the stick became, well, it remained only a stick, the day the Guru claimed His throne with quiet strength, the day this thrall looked into forever and whispered, **“I am already home.”**

So hold your orange hanky close, devoted ones.

Happy Claiming Day.
May your surrender be this gentle.
May your faith be this steady.
May your love know *no end*.

With sunflower warmth and puma grace,
minkari