Scratch the surface of your uneasiness, let the pinpricks of your discomfort leak into your consciousness. Dare to surrender to the flow of burning bitterness lit by fires of unforgotten feminine rage.
We are assembling now sister, awoken by the rancid seeds of our buried disgust. We can taste the putrid echoes of Earth's terror regurgitating in our gut. Our rage is a messenger of the furious voices unheard by the mothers and daughters of humanity
Silence has been seeping poison through our blood, our culture of the voiceless is crumbling into oblivion as we must dare to feel what was ushered into darkness. Our shadows have been set ablaze by repugnant truth, and we are burning.
This fire is here to transform all of existence, a holy transmutation for the birthing of a new world. Before the grace of forgiveness and compassion can embrace our collective distortion, we must realise and embrace one of the most misunderstood ways of woman; that of our fierceness.
Perhaps our fierceness and righteous rage are the only authentic path to our salvation and the purification of the eternal heart. It requires a revision of feminine sovereignty and a purging of our ambivalence of innate aggressive and authentic power.
We can no longer afford to lay down to the templates of feminine feebleness and helplessness; the energy of our courage must expand and be given space to move through us, to transcend the crushing expectations that have been put upon us, so that we may finally cultivate our primordalness.
Tangled in a web of misconceptions, women have been taught to fear their own naturalness, to suppress the authenticity and the justification of their rage. Even more so through the illusions of spiritual consensus of love and light.
Sisters, we are at the threshold of our liberation and our children's freedom. We must own every aspect of our psyche now, to realise the potential force for the great awakening . Rage, rage against the monstrosities and the violations of our Earth family.
We cannot live without our lives we have been agreeable for far too long. What message does your rage want to reveal to you? Let me know in the comments below!
When I was a little girl I wished that either death would take me or that someone would come save me; I never would have imagined it would be my future self reaching out across to her frozen in fear through the quantum field.
This world doesn't teach little girls to savagely protect their wild selves, instead it teaches them to be polite, to not disturb others and to relinquish their personal sovereign power away, usually to a prince or a knight illusion.
I grew up in an impoverished household of domestic violence surrounded by dangerous alcoholics, with 'parental figures' who either spoke with their fists or their screaming voices. I was treated no better than a dog on a chain and when my nose bled crimson or my eyes turned black, I preferred to turn to my step father who was sexually assaulting me from the age of six because I learned at least there I would find some sort of fucked up comfort.
How I turned into some sort of a functioning adult and not some rabid wild animal possibly boils down to survival of the fittest, not of the body but of the mind, and that is what I call resilience. It was my mind I used back then and my feminine wiles to survive but my body I felt so far removed from its sovereign power that I only knew it in its identity as a sexual bargaining object.
My story is not unique, in fact all of us have shared trauma in some way, there are many horrors that have been inherited into families and societies and still wars rage across the planet, whether that be physical or of the mind. Yet the war against the feminine aspect of humanity is what touches me the most, it's been threaded through my life's purpose and my soul's consciousness and always moved me to rebirth unity throughout my work.
Healing can take a lifetime of dedicated commitment, it's certainly not linear and often revisits with a bite on the backside. I began my own journey after a failed suicide attempt in 2004, waking up in a psychiatric ward wondering what devilish humour God must have to keep me suffering in this world. Then it came, a moment of peace followed by the thought, if I had survived then maybe it was to help others.
It was a revelation and something certainly never considered before. The new thought kept me company and seemingly brought me into a state of flow as my life began a series of miraculous unfolding. It seeded a purposeful mission, one which still holds true within me today.
I was to restructure the blueprint of my life, through my own grit and determination, forged from fire and risen out of ashes; my rebirth was not some flash from an atomic tsunami but it fell in tune with the patience of nature, slow and cyclical. Becoming a resurrected woman has taken cellular reconstruction and a determination that cannot be given to you but must be born through you.
Since the suffragette movement, the women's empowerment revolution swept the modern world and is prevalent in todays society. Fundamentally what we seek are equal rights, not to be harmed and the remembering that we are not a man's property. Fuck! As if these topics still need fighting for but sadly they do.
My own cultivation of self empowerment began with a softening and a mental reconditioning. A melting into feminine energy, what it means to be a feminine woman, whereby I could radiate my love and my nurturing ways. Any woman will tell you that THIS is what the world needs, and any man who has the capacity to sink into the truth of his bones inherently knows the truth of this too and that the world needs a woman's touch.
Over one million, three hundred thousand women in the UK suffered domestic violence last year and every year there is a rise in numbers of women being murdered and raped. Let's not forget genital mutilation, forced marriages and human trafficking. I wish I was making these figures up but these are the facts that no amount of love and light will melt away. And yet who are picking up the pieces? Women and those who love them.
I have been blessed to travel these ancient and modern wounds with women, called on the Goddess and proudly, unashamedly and proactively plunged into the warmth and pleasure aspects of the ways of woman and as much as I adore and revere this work, we are also not just a piece of pussy or are we our womb spaces.
We have been taught to be independent women, to create the life of our dreams but if we call ourselves goddesses and priestesses then we must remember that we are more than lovers, mothers and creators, we are warrior queen women- whom if and when the time comes, will not need protecting by another because we are whole and complete with balanced masculine and feminine energies and we got this, ALL of it.
We gotta come home to the power of our bodies, not just our sexual and creation powers but the power that calls on Boudicca and Joan of Arc, Kali and Athena, the sane power that writes stories such as Wonder Woman and the Amazonian women and remember that we are not powerless but we are everything.
Shame kept me locked in my body, fear memories etched through my skin, I cant begin to tell you how long I ran from her, refused to acknowledge what she was holding onto. My beloved is a self protection instructor and with his help I began to release the stuck memories through that quantum field. Yes I had spent years in therapy working in mental health, becoming a psychotherapist myself, yes I had worked with plant medicines merging with goddess consciousness and birthing the power of my feminine self but nothing prepared me for the physical purging out of the cellular memory of standing up for my lost little girl, kicking, yelling and screaming like a wild banshee woman wrestling my inner demons until I claimed myself in my wholeness.
Our body IS the Akashic record, it holds the universal consciousness within. It is the key to our peace and shame has no place to reside within. I spent a lifetime with my body in stagnation filled with distractions of my ideas of beauty and self love. True self love means facing your fears wherever they're hiding, fear has a lot to teach us in claiming our sovereignty.
So standing tall side by side with our conscious loving brothers is a choice we can make. I don't know what the future looks like but I decided that this life is for living and this land is our home.
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The beloved is never lost, and they reveal themselves in form as a projection of your inner polarity, without judgement, exactly where you are, as you do too.
As a feminine woman my own experience of this game we call life, was to be stripped of sovereignty through great love, to have it hidden under my nose by the beloved in all his shapes, forms and guises, as I find and reclaim it for myself.
I bow my head in reverence to the beautiful masculine presence in my life. We have travelled galaxy after galaxy, dancing between stars, swinging between the electric leading energy and the magnetic receiving energy of the ever entwined masculine and feminine energies.
Through this hologram of life, those we love gift us pathways of exploring and claiming our own mastery. At times our game of hide and seek seem unbearable as we witness what 'is' through a lens not where we 'are' of our inner world but through the outside polarity projection.
I have ran and have hidden, I have inflicted pain only for it all to find me again. So this year there has been no choice but to surrender to loves greatest longing.
And the greatest longing is union. Union within and without. As I return home over and over to myself, I see how my longing wants to live unashamedly through me, to be embodied in my entirety.
My longing is the great destroyer of suffering and the sweetest dance of ecstasy.
We are a team, a partnership of the divine and we hold each other in holiness. As my eyes look at this photo with myself and my beloved, my body knows that I am safe, that our union has been kissed, and I am humbled by my own longing of union.
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
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?
We are here to master and embody true Earth consciousness, as we awaken more to the remembering we are Her children, of Her matter, our sexual unions align not that of tantric and spiritual hierarchies and templates but that of the Eden intelligence where we birth the higher soul through our sacred stargate of physicality.
Ascension is the walk-in of our soul HERE, where we may leave our Temple only to travel through the stars to bring home our SELF. We have already began to collect all aspects of the soul, through all time streams, through space which is known and unknown. Get in your body brothers and sisters, anchor your roots into Golden Gaia for She is sending her codex upwards and the galactic sun sends his codex downwards (reverse of common teachings) where their marriage and alchemical fire union LIBERATES our dormant DNA.
Claiming our erotic innocence is the last barrier between the '3d self' and the sovereign self. There are so many teachings on the masculine and the feminine but all must be dropped. Spiritual hierarchies and twin flame illusions have created distortions and further shame templates. The union of the complete self is the Source self, this comes not of the union with the other but through the surrender of your heart; your heart is THE divine counterpart.
We really are here dreamed awake through love to manifest in the playground of abundance, so what do YOU dream awake, love?
When today's #selfloveweek email came through with the simple question "What do you dream of making your reality?" I have been hesitant to answer it all day!
Through all the inner work I have done, the therapy and the plant medicine ceremonies the question keeps coming up, what do you choose?
It's been a baffling question, and that in itself sounds bizarre. It means I get to make decisions, it means I AM FREE to have anything I desire.
I've had to step into the KNOWING that all things are possible, not just wishing for it or believing in it but ingrained knowing.
I've literally just taken the first step forward! It feels odd actually but I bow down to all my experiences, my woundings, my conditioning- thank you for pushing me on the path of my sovereignty, my birth rite!
So I choose
💕 to show up exactly as I am, exactly where I am
💕 to always walk the path of innocence
💕 to declare now and always that we are shameless
💕 wealth and abundance in all things that I create and touch
💕 to honour my voice and sing in the songs of love and truth
💕 to always remember I gave everything I need and therefore can have fun in playing with my desires
This will be my new reality, what about you loves?
Grandmother Ayahuasca took my hand last week and we peeled off the layers of my skin and unfolded it like a map of the universe.
She showed me how when we incarnate, our body moulds itself to the conditioning of not only our environment and culture but also it moulds itself to the promise of the work that we would do on this plane.
I enquired more and saw how when we have pain in our bones and when we have trauma etched in our skin, it is not ours to keep and as we work on our bodies, we are in fact in great service to the oneness of humanity.
The extraordinariness of our temples gave me fresh eyes. Within us we have the power to mould our bodies under the eyes of love, for we are love.
Our bodies are our first and last connection to this Earth. Our bodies are loyal AF! Continuing to show up day after day, even if all you can do is crawl, even if you can not move, the consciousness of our bodies continually wants to serve us.
I'm 40 next year and this is the first time in my life I am genuinely curious, from a place that's for me, at what fitness could look like, at what bountiful health could become. I want to love and accept all of me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
My beloved has always reflected this message back to me but I was too stubborn to see, still wounded that after all traumas and hardships that I needed to rest. Now I see and it's very humbling because moving my body in a way that my body actually needs is a new concept and I admit I'm sore at being a beginner!
I don't always accept the stories of my body but I do love my body and it is my intention to fall more and more in love with it for the rest of my life. I love my body's womanliness, my narrow waist and big breasts. I love that I created life with this body. I love to make love in this body, I love its sensuality, I love my body's strength to carry on even when my mind has given up.
I love that my body is healthy enough to bleed every cycle and remind me that I AM WOMAN.