I love to be with an embodied woman.
For she reflects what is possible in me.
Tending to my fire has been my greatest life’s work.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wavered between a smoky purposelessness, a raging blaze of anxiety, a dim flame passion for life and an unstoppable forest fire raging for power. These flames have spread throughout the crevices of my body, from my heart to my belly to the space between my legs. It’s probably why I’ve always had a soft spot for firemen.
Come out into the mystery with me. It will reveal to you life’s magic.
Hop off your safety net. Leave your comforts aside. I know that leaving what you know sounds absurd and terrifying, but I promise it will be worth it. But I cannot tell you how worth it it will be. Only time can do that.
The time has arrived for the feminine to rise. We have resided in the rule of the masculine for a long time. Much has evolved and benefited greatly over this period. But the masculine has also taken on extreme attributes, leading us to places of imbalance and into a day and age where greed and exploitation are shockingly real.
Thank you for walking the steps you’ve walked.
If you hadn’t walked them, I wouldn’t be able to walk the steps I’m walking today.
You carried the lineage of your mother and your mother’s mother, taking with you words of ancient stories and writing your own where you saw fit.
Life can be wretched. This I know. I’ve felt the sting of unworthiness work its poison through my veins. I’ve experienced loneliness that shook me so hard my bones throbbed. I’ve laid in the depths of depression, hoping for its torture to take me out of my misery. And although I wasn’t always able to hear it in the fleeting moments that life left me gasping for air, the universe was always there whispering sweetly: ‘this is your initiation.’
I have given a fuck for most of my life.I have given a fuck about what people think of me. I have given a fuck about right and wrong. I have given a fuck about being normal. I have given a fuck about fitting in. And all this giving a fuck has done nothing but made me really fucking tired.
She was raging when I sat down inside of her. As her spirit swam around my naked body, I shivered at her touch. I felt her pull coming from the back of me. She was pure power. From one moment to the next, I felt how strong she truly was. And without a chance to get my bearings, she took me.
Beautiful one, do you know of your wildness? Or have you been domesticated for far too long? Do you feel a primitive pulse of beauty through your veins? Or was that tamed and then forgotten years ago?
For so long you have been fed thoughts and words and images of so-called normality that you have claimed them as your own.