eat the raw steak.
tell the man what you want.
open the portal of the underworld.
talk to God.
stop performing.
move your hips in circles.
the other direction.
don’t take that vaccine.
honor the women.
stop drinking.
leave that man.
let that one in.
that lump isn’t cancer.
you are powerful.
write the damn thing.
you’d think after getting many women pregnant, saving more marriages than i have fingers or toes, helping countless women orgasm and squirt, and being very proud of supporting 1000+ women in their effort to reconnect with their womb, that connecting with my pussy would be second nature by now.
but the truth is, this year has been a bit of a re-awakening (read: re-opening) for me. i’ve second guessed almost everything in my life at least once.
but there is an important lesson that i’m intended to share: the more you listen to your pussy, the more she leads you in the direction of everything sacred.
not easy. but sacred.
worth it. fucking beautiful. overflowing. divine.
and that’s the kind of life i will ALWAYS choose to lead.
so, for today, i ask one thing. allow your soul and nervous system to receive a potential. yes, just a potential, that your pussy is a gateway. i don’t care how old you are. if you still have a uterus or not. if you’ve gone through menopause. if you have children or don’t. just open to the potential that your pussy is the portal to:
a connection with God. the real one, not the one you were taught to fear.
reverse aging. people will ask what you’re doing.
deeper, longer, weirder, and more magical orgasms.
emotions that move through you instead of running you.
boatloads of money.
sleeping like a woman with nothing to prove.
pleasure in the mundane. walking. dishes. breathing.
magnetism.
healing your mother line. and her mother’s. and hers.
a body that lets go of weight that is no longer hers.
divine union. because a man can’t meet a woman who hasn’t met herself.
creative expression unlike anything you’ve ever known.
feminine power. the kind that doesn’t need to raise her voice. but can if she wants to.
boundaries.
rest without guilt.
grief that moves instead of living in your hips.
the death of people pleasing.
safety in your own body. maybe for the first time.
saying no. without justification.
saying yes. without asking for permission.
your art.
your business.
your baby.
softness that isn’t weakness.
forgiveness. of him. of her. of you.
devotion. to yourself, first.
play. remember play?
i haven’t been listening to my pussy very well lately. though an old version of me would hate admitting this, i forgot my power, my pleasure, and my purpose.
but there’s always a wet and golden lining.
and this one? it’s that after i sat with her tonight i realized that i lost sight of her, because i needed to remember what it was like to be here again.
why?
to walk you through it.
so that’s exactly what we are going to do.
this is shorter than my usual articles. your pussy doesn’t skim. neither should you. slow is her method. madness is her medicine.
stick with us.
we’re about to remember.
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note: the visibility ritual series is still happening, and it will now be free for all subscribers, but the time needs to be right. i haven’t forgotten. xo, more to cum.
You're (you + your brain) so fucking hot🔥