Energy. Everything is energy, the table, the chair your sitting in, the water you drink. Most things in their natural state have a positive effect on their surroundings. Other things like cell phones, microwaves, Wi-Fi, televisions create negative ions or stale energy. This has a negative effect on your natural energy balance that can cause…Read more Orgone Energy
Messy hair not that she doesn\'t care she loves her hair, loves freedom, loves air. Elements whisper tangling any thoughts of perfection. Impatience courses the blood in her veins screaming run free. Stop constricting my feet! Free my soul my body my heart. Run through the forest. Dance in the rain. Be messy. Have fun.…Read more Love reality
I could write erotic instructions on how to make love to a woman, and because you see her skin, her lips, the way she moves – you might think that that is all you need. After all, some skill is required to make her unfold. But that is just the beginning. Beyond her tender, secret places, lie the mysteries that you must anoint with your soul.
Within her eyes, her mind, her bones, lies the vastness of the Universe; the entire spectrum of the galaxy and multitude of stars. To make love to her you will need the map to her untouched terrain and only she has knowledge of where that is kept. You can search her mouth, visit her sacredness, even make her lose control, and still never find the treasure.
Use your tongue, your fingers, your body in the ways she teaches you, and with your heart…
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The Sun heats her centuries-old cocoon, a sacred dance with Aquarius summons the Feminine…she stretches, she moves, she breaks the holy seal. It is time.
Rise, Shakti, Rise!
By the moon, by the stars, by the call of your own Wisdom, rise to your destiny.
The sea breathes salty remembrance into your lungs, she crashes onto the shore of your being.
Rise, Sister, Rise!
You, whose wings have been pinned, whose voice has been silenced, whose heart has been shattered, awaken with the rustle of trees in the witch’s grove, the sanctity of prayer on a woman’s tongue, the echo of the owl’s call at midnight.
Rise, Woman, Rise!
It is your time, it was written, it was spoken, as the pyramids predicted, as Atlantis sank, as the galaxies recorded, as the dolphins sang, as the shamans beat their drums.
Rise, Goddess, Rise!
It is your time to…
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Finding love for myself isn't always easy. I started asking myself so many questions all sparked by my partner who said " I just want you to be you". I'm sure people have said that to me before but I hadn't been ready to hear it yet. My whole perspective on love has changed since…Read more Self love, an IV addiction…a piece of me.