I’m certain many of you are with me, so come, let’s take this ride together.
It’s happening for me as we speak, whatever time you’re in, whichever moment you arrive here to read this. As women especially, but I suspect men, too, we have for too long misunderstood its presence. The Sacred Orgasm. We mistake it for that full-body arousal that stirs us mad with sexual desire – and it is. We stuff ourselves full with food that tantalizes our tongue as its deliciousness entices our senses, only to be left hungry. We feel ourselves shaken to the core with utter delight, with the wildness of who we are. It’s here this moment, and let me share with you what it feels like to me.
Now, here, I am alive with fiery love for all of who I am. I look in the mirror of my self and see a stunning beauty, and can’t help but feel the curve of my lips as they smile. She’s radiant. Not simply because of how she looks, but because of the aura she exudes. A seductive fragrance exhales with her breath, calling me deeper into the pool of red, flowing love. She is feminine elegance and grace all at once. As I continue gazing, I see the spark of playfulness in her eye, a spark that can shift from a gentle nature into a deep roaring and ravenous power. This woman’s blood pulses with the deep red hue of creative Flow, so much waiting yet to be birthed through her sacred canals. She is the goddess, here, now, and she lives in the spirit of every woman.
This is our WILD. Our feminine spirit, ever present and waiting for that moment when the heart is clear and the energy free, when she can become drenched with the liberation of all she is. She fears nothing and is threatened by no one. Comfortable in her sultry skin, she holds her head high, void of shame, ripe with the full potential of her own essence.
She knows who she is. The Sacred Feminine, worshiped by men and women alike, from the start. She has endured much and stands here now in full bodied presence, reclaiming her power once again. Do not be fooled, my loves, for this power isn’t the stuff of dragons and conquest. She is a powerful Creatrix, Mother, Lover. She is masterful in art, poetry, song and lyric, radiantly igniting the canvas with all she is. She stands full in her power.
That’s how it feels, my loves, the Sacred Orgasm. It’s all about being in the moment, the deep space where the heartbeat of life comes to find you and overcomes your entire being. No longer do I give this away, unaware of its Sacred Presence. The eruption is mine alone, to harness and allow to flow forth from every crevice.
**I’ve got to tell you, after sitting here with my eyes closed and letting this move through my fingertips, I’m in a state of awe. It’s the middle of the afternoon, I’m sipping the most exquisite sweet wine – not something I typically do in the afternoon, and only recently in the evening. A very subtle breeze blows, creating a whisper amongst the leaves here in the backyard and a softness across my skin. The sun is radiant. All of this – being in this space, so filled with joy, with peace and love – writing the way I am, filled with inspiration and in a voice that is my own – feels as though I’ve stepped into another lifetime. I’m weepy with the feel of it. This is who I am – so, so beautifully me. Gentle in the flow of Life, letting Her fill me up and pour out through my elegant voice. I’m honored, I’m wild with desire for this sensation and on fire with burning, sacred love.