And I know you know this.
It has only seemed to be the end.
It has only, within this false seeming, appeared to be the place you lost yourself.
The place you could no longer feel or remember or know the truth of that which you are.
But, again, this is where it all begins.
Not the you who you were.
Not the version of you you tried to believe was you.
Nope.
This is where the next evolution of the magic and mayhem born to your Refugee Soul actually and factually…
Begins.
And this is also where you remember how to hold the line on the mystery born between your pages {and your thighs}.
Once and for fucking all.
Ad finitum.
Amen.
And look.
I know you.
I see you.
Out here running these here mean soul streets.
Pretending like you are less than the totality of the Most High made manifest.
Seeding doubt and instability that the systems of oppression and trauma tried to get you to believe were all you could hope to achieve.
{And all you could hope to be.}
But, here’s the thing…
You know those moments when you’ve gotten the divine download… you’ve received the call… and yet…
You don’t actually trust that you can have it.
You don’t truly believe it will work for you.
And you start to wonder… in the dark of night when no one is watching…
If what you offer and message and create around is even any good.
And then down the rabbit hole you go.
Seeking. Beseeching. Pleading.
When will it all make sense?
When the fuck will YOU make sense?
To them, sure.
But, really?
To your own damn self.
And look, of course we can {and will} have moments of doubt on our paths as creators.
And yes, yes, of course, the way will sometimes seem so darkened that even the shadows themselves forget their own name.
But… BUT…
If the doubt has stolen the breath from your lungs…
If it has you tucking tail and running home to mommy…
A looking glass through which you are being called to look at yourself.
Not at the ways the world works {and does not}.
Rather, how YOU have been working {or not}.
How you have DECIDED things work for you {or don’t}.
And within this portal, you get to choose, once again, who the fuck you are.
And from there, you bare yourself to the world.
You shape and transmute your world.
Back into the vision and power you hold inside.
Back to the magic you carry inside.
And the only way to trust and believe?
Because the only way to trust and believe it all is to remember that you ARE it all and that it, in all its magnificence and wonder and glory… is you.
No more running from yourself.
No more pretending you need someone to show you who you are.
You know.
You have always known.
The reason you have forgotten?
You’ve been focused on what they said you should be.
On what they told you was safe for someone like you.
But that shit stops here.
That shit stops today.
Because you’re ready.
{You’ve BEEN ready.}
And you know this.
You feel this.
You claim this.
And now?
You get to surrender into and unto this.
And reveal it all to yourself as the primordial expression of the instinctual knowing born between your pages {and your thighs}.
An immersion into the primal and the profane.
Into the darkness and the deep.
And, if you are one of us, into the soul of your everything.
Come with the raw yearning, the longing, the grieving, the howling.
Come with the desiring you’ve tried to shake.
Come with that which you have always been.
And remember yourself.
There will be transmissions and there will be pussy preaching and there will be soul.
So, if you are ready to evoke the mystery as you release the inertia surrounding your creativity, body, and beliefs…
Come play.
For the alchemists and creatives.
For the Medicine Kin.
For the Soul Refugees.
And, if you are one of us, for you.
Because this workshop?
It’s the Winter Edition.
{Filmed over Winter Solstice.}
And it is forged in the grieving and madness of the primordial dark.
This is an invitation to follow the calling of your soul, even when you haven't felt the capacity to say two words to another human being in months {maybe years}.
This is an answering of the call, even when you have been kinda sorta secretly hoping that the muse would just stop knocking and forget your name.
Just for a bit.
And the inertia into which you seem to have fallen {and are still falling}, has felt like a never ending pit of existential despair.
And so how the fuck are you supposed to SHOW UP and CREATE and LEAD anyone, when you feel like you can’t even hold these things for your own damn self?
Except…
EXCEPT…
Soul is calling.
And you promised yourself long ago that if you came here for this whole earth journey thing?
That you were gonna fucking COME here.
That you were not only gonna show up, you were gonna show OUT.
And that when soul called, you were the Being who would respond.
So…
In the depths of a barren land, howling for refuge and fecundity and return.
A place that perhaps feels more unstable than you would like.
But a place that carves its primal talons beneath your rib cage each night, nonetheless.
So.
We should note:
If you’re desiring a cheerleader-type experience, this is not that.
This is dark and erotic.
A quagmiric excavation of the mystery and mayhem of your body, magic, and voice.
A lamentation rising from the underworld of your everything, commanding to be set free.
When it’s all pretty and back to full “energy”?
Nah, Darlin.
Now.
Right the fuck now.
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I’ve spent the last two + decades using sports psychology, movement, breathwork, sexual energy medicine, storytelling, and creative expression to guide powerhouse athletes, artists, entrepreneurs, and executives into the reclamation of the Sovereign Wilds within their own bodies.
My work evokes and provokes the somatic decolonization of systemic racialized and sexualized trauma in the bodies of Melanated Kin/BIWOC creators {and white co-conspirators of the antiracism revolution at hand}.
And one thing I know today is this: We alone hold the keys to our freedom… and when we shake off the shackles around the immutable mystery we hold inside, we unlock our creativity and unleash our capacity for impact in the world.
I lead {re}wilding quests, ceremonies, and intensives {both online and in other potent “between spaces”} for Creators, Messengers, and Wisdom Keepers who have received the Call to further initiate their own innate power and expression.
You can find me living and creating at the crossroads of Erotic Abolitionism™ {my medicine and body of work}, archetypal storytelling, sensual body movement, liberatory praxis and practice, systemic racialized and sexualized trauma healing, multidimensional creation, decolonized energetics, and elemental remembrance.
I am a student of perennial creativity, indigenous wisdom, and the primal untaming of our own lives… and I am obsessed with how we can interweave our belonging, sexual energy, and art to activate the liberation and change we are here to midwife into the world.
Deep Soul Shit.
Moving through chronic grieving, inertia, malaise…
And boredom.
Holy fuck me, the boredom!!
And emerge victorious {or at least a bit less lost} into the creative mystery once more.
Often, when we’re being called into the next evolution of soul that is being made manifest as us, we can succumb into a sort of “pre-banality”.
As if, in order to prepare ourselves for the fucking magnificence and Orgasmic Waking Bliss of our next embodiment, we first fall into a stupor born of staying a bit too long in our previous embodiment.
And in order to say yes {and BECOME the yes} to our next expression, we get to lean into the seeming tedium and lack of progress.
Not try to circumvent it or pretend it’s not here.
Nah.
Rather, we open our legs and free fall into the void born of the madness we have {at times} tried to domesticate.
Tried to tame.
We evoke the underworld of that which is, was, and shall be, baby.
And we remember who the fuck we are within it all.
And within it all as us.
So, if you’re ready…
Come play.
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