It was like a billion stars warp speeding their way through me and I arrived somewhere, a nowhere except for a place of a beat.
Stretching out fully with my inner sight, the beat sounded familiar and I brought my full attention to its rhythm; I realised we were one and I was in the heart of Mother Earth.
She/I were the centre of the whole universe, the heart of all matter seen and unseen. There was no fear, just love and an evolving gnosis to experience herself through me an all her children.
The vision panned out and I felt myself growing with her, up higher until I could see her as an infinite tree and her canopy was glowing with optic-like fireflies of whom all were souls in this quantum reality of life.
There was only peace and a settling on my soul fell about me, remembering my breath to breathe I with her in this oneness.
Returning to her heart, she let me know there was no separation, we became one until it filled my awareness so ultimately that I let go of my body completely.
The birds began an exquisite song, it was like the breaking dawn on the most beautiful summer day. I felt as though I were laying in grass with gentle warm winds kissing my aura.
I heard my name being called, I knew it was the Grandmothers calling me home. There was no rush to greet them, all was well and everything in place. I didn't want to move as the birds codes filled me with grace.
I arrived back in my bed to an early morning chorus with the knowing of home is all about us
When patriarchal empires forcefully burned the ancient sacred ways of women, they didn't realise that womb mysteries were scorched into the very fibres, of flesh and of blood through the feminine lineage.
There is a radical remembering across the Earth of these devotional ways through the laws of nature and moon communities, as the magic of menstrual blood seeps back into our consciousness.
Grandmother teachings tell of women who walk between worlds at their most powerful and potent time of their cycle, as they bring back ancient secrets of their soul.
How would your life have been different if your own initiations into menstrual magic were held by these sacred ways?
Deeply enmeshed with my moon blood offerings, I am reminded of my thirteen year old self being so alone and bewildered with 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅? Wrapping toilet paper in bundles to create makeshift pads, feeling abandoned into this womanhood.
My body remembers, for she is the record keeper and she asks of me to feel through these old woundings of shame and being attacked by my own feminine lineage with the words that I was "disgusting", that my blood was a problem and like me should be locked away and not seen or to be dealt with.
Sometimes the womb must wail, for her grief to be heard, indignation felt fully, fire of consummation and I gave her space today on this cycle day two to burn that toxic feminine template through.
Gentleness follows exhaustion, I simply allow it for what else is there to do? These are the days of womb gnosis, no will could match its perfection.
She is ROOTED firmly into the womb of Gaia
She TREADS purposefully through every door
She is DEVOTED to her body, her Portal and Temple of her feminine sacredness
She trusts in herself so she can SURRENDER to the consciousness of her body
She BURNS through shame conditioning and programming, by revelling in the juiciness of her body exactly how it is
She walks through places in all dimensions but remembers her purpose is HERE in this NOW
Come home to your body sister, she is waiting
Your 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 reaches the memories of untold voices, it sends a wind of change lighting up dark dimmed spaces of words caught, shunned and shamed.
In a world that has been crying out for sexual healing, the most radical course of action is a 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. A softening of being, of speaking, of listening and of touching.
Touch through the intent of love literally saves lives and it heals trauma memory at a cellular level. The body is a living archive and record keeper of not only your story but the entire bloodline which has gone before you.
As babies most of us were lain on our mothers breast, skin on skin, heart to heart synchronising to a portal of our human potential. We never lost this need, a human given which only the magic of touch could revitalise, as if it were air to breathe and water to drink.
Yes it is true that we have been tricked in many ways, mostly to feel ashamed about our bodies and to feel ashamed that dare we admit to need touch, to need the salve of this love.
For the love of all that is good, the greatest gift of self love, touch yourself, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆. Move beyond the ideas of wrongdoings, you will only feel this peace when you honour your temple.
It has been a journey has it not beloveds? Maybe it feels there is a long way to go but somewhere you must start, touch yourself 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆. Ask your body with kindness what would feel right?
💫Trace your skin with your fingertips
💫Nuzzle parts of your body with your cheeks
💫Give butterfly kisses down your arms
💫Caress your scalp and stroke your hair
💫Use your palms to anoint those areas you would normally grab
Yes, touch yourself Touch yourself, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.
I'd love to hear your stories of touch beloveds, how has non sexual touch made a difference to your life?
𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒕, 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒄 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓, 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.
𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, for we're all in it together. We are all players of a divine show, all with our parts to play. We are born to play a role, be it an archetypal villain, hero or sage. All of our parts move in seen and unseen unison, every ACTion propels the soul and SETs the SCENE for the grand FINALE.
To know oneself as the eternal lover you will have been on a journey of wholeness, CAST under a spell incompleteness. It has been DRAMAtic has it not, the illusions of brokenness, of shame and of guilt. But no more!
Within this golden new age, the eternal lover does not look down on the sleepers and the 3D-ers but embraces them in her wonder, for they too are all part of the show - it's all perfection.
The eternal lover is YOU, I know you're reading this! Tag another eternal lover beloveds, we are on the role call! The time is NOW!
Let her know you are ready to cum back to life
Beloveds 2019 taught me that conscious sexuality teachings are just another programming for the masses, most teachers so far up their own selves that they see a holographic sunshine!
We are here to birth a new sexuality onto the planet, a holy fire that envelops ALL so we may remember that all aspects of sexual energy are here to CREATE to LOVE and to SERVE.
If one aspect of sexuality disgusts you or you feel its beneath you, then ta-dah it's about to come tickle you awake.
This has been a humble awakening for me in my own sexual teachings beloveds.
Being in service to the Great Mother has meant to embody her I have to CUM BACK TO LIFE, to remember the juiciness and the rawness of Her creation, where ALL is welcome and ALL is to be loved.
2020 is the year where we bring our own teachings, gifted by the gnosis of the soul. So today I would like to share how you can gift your orgasm to the Earth.
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓.
Set your intentions to come as you are, with whatever you carry in your hearts and mind, with whatever energy you carry in your sacral vessels, to anoint the mother with your divine innocence.
Allow whatever feelings and whatever thoughts that arise to just be, keep coming back to your heart or your partners heart and as you feel the build up of your ecstatic fire, guide the energy to the heart of mother earth.
Rest a while in this glow, do not hasten to be anywhere else and watch what happens as your offering to Her is then bestowed back to you. Be it in energy, thought or sight allow the communion of Mother Earth speak with you, know that you are blessed and all is of perfection.
I have found through these practices that Gaia has helped to transmute my sexual shame and distortions, it has helped me to giggle at the nonsense sexuality teachings can go, it has helped me to liberate my consciousness back to the oneness which is all of us.
Sexual energy is the holy love which created all beings and it is the same energy which will bring us back to divine life.
I wonder what she will show you?