“The cultural power of the body is its beauty, but power in the body is rare, for most have chased it away with their torture of or embarrassment by the flesh.”
— Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés
We are often invited to explore beyond the "borders" of that which our {very} human senses can hold.
We are offered a dirt road, buffeted by wild brambles and roots.
A path that leads us away from the civilized discourse and dis-use we have come to expect as our own disparate normality.
But we have a feeling about this meandering “un”-route...
A feeling with weight and teeth that thrums its instinctual nature into the dusty residue of our refugee bones.
And we know {we KNOW} that if we say yes, if we succumb to the mystery that beckons, we will become...
Known.
To them? The "Others"?
Yes, yes. That too.
But first and foremost?
To our own human-seeming, cosmic-born, star-crusted souls.
The path seems wild and unkept.
But how could it be anything else and still be what it is?
We try planting it.
Harvesting it.
Cultivating it.
Because it already Is.
As it always Was.
It will shapeshift and unmake and howl its presence in and out of form.
And it will remember you.
In it, you will Be.
Remembered.
And so we run.
Because the Wilds are calling.
And they have us in their sights.
And they never lose their prey.
Ah... that's the fear then, yes?
That we will be devoured?
That we cannot stand in the face of the power of the magic of the majesty of the Thing?
I see. We see.
Do you?
Here... Words for it, then.
But also?
You are the Hunter.
And, mmmmm, yes yes, this.
Listen. LISTEN. Are you listening?
Well, well, well.
Would you looky here?
A translucent {and translunar} act of Creation.
You are seeing, yes?
You are being seen.
You are the Seeing.
No? Not yet? Not fully?
Ok, let's play in the dirt of it then, shall we?
Out there, from out things.
You've told yourself you could get to it, ya know?
If only you could see it. Taste it. Touch it.
If only you could remember how to bring it into your body and "keep" it there.
You forgot WHAT you are.
And you forgot that "there" was ever ANYwhere you hadn't already been {and STILL were}.
Yes, yes. We'll give you a hint. We'll open the portal with you.
You are God made flesh.
Divinity in form.
You are OF the Most High.
You.
ARE.
Oh, yes. Right. You want to know, you simply MUST know, about the IDENTITIES of it all.
The things you were taught to be.
The things you want to believe yourself to be.
The things you still sometimes pretend NOT to be.
They are simply holographic fractals of the infinity of the mystery of the nature of the whole.
They are not the You.
But, also...
What's that? Oh yes. The in-between. More to come, more to say on that.
No, no. We haven't forgotten, Silly Rabbit... Have you?
There's a reason we materialized in form.
Why we chose to dance in bodies "rather than" the wind.
Oh, did you think we had your answer FOR you? No, no. That's not how this goes. That's not even how you WANT this to go, now is it?
We do, however, offer inquiry and invitation...
You’ve tried to force it down your throat.
You’ve tried to {non-consensually} sex magic it through pussy and breath.
And you’ve tried, none too patiently, to make it dance for you.
Not even themselves.
And that's what you've been seeking {The Wilds}.
You knew this, yes?
Even before you knew what you were chasing, or whom.
You simply knew there was something at the edge of your consciousness that beckoned you to REMEMBER.
To come home.
And then one night, you awoke to its smoke trailing along your skin.
Dripping its hallowed nectar through your blood.
Pooling its primordial hunger into pussy and womb.
And you wanted it.
You wanted it so. damn. bad.
But you also feared it.
They encoded into your memories and the shadows hidden behind your eyes that it was too much for you...
That it would mean you yourself were too much...
And that it would be your final undoing.
Even if the you who you were being wasn't a sliver of the primal bloodletting Ancient Feminine Goddess you know yourself to be. Still...
It would take everything from you.
And it would take you DOWN.
Hands held out. Beseeching. Begging.
Please don't hurt you.
Please don't end you.
Please don't call your name anymore.
Not you.
Not yet.
You just needed a little more time.
You just needed to remember yourself a little more freely.
Yes, yes. Then. Then you'd be ready...
From yourself.
From The Wilds.
You hid some more.
And you forgot some more.
That you had been called in the first place.
That the calling didn't come with the clarity you thought you needed in order to be able to HANDLE the calling.
But even in this...
Even in this hiding...
You would catch its scent on the wind, sometimes.
She would stalk by your window, sometimes.
And you would weep.
Because her thighs dripped of The Wilds.
They whispered and pulsated and quivered The Wilds.
Her thighs asked you if you wanted to drink them down.
And then one day...
You said yes.
Oh, right. Right. To be clear:
That day is now.
Lest you forget some more, the portal IS you.
We are here, yes.
We open it with you.
But also?
We remind you that the portal was never closed in the first place.
Ah. And ALSO also?
There is no portal.
Just as there is no spoon.
We offer an archeological entrance into the underworld of self and of soul.
And we offer brave passage.
To you.
If you are one of us.
Not necessarily you as you and me as me.
But the "us" of it all?
We have danced this dance.
And we have hunted this Hunt.
And we have chosen our path through and as The Wilds.
But sometimes we just crave...
A {re}wilding of sorts.
We howl and hunger for a moment of witnessing so profound... so raw... so deep... that we can no longer deny ourselves the fullness of, well, ourselves.
A moment where we can no longer hide the nectar {or hide FROM the nectar}.
These moments become portals if and when we allow them to be.
Consciousness is always calling.
Let's get wild.
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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.
And so we shall gather in the slippery slipstream of infinity that is the evolution of the remembrance of the now.
And we shall excavate the waypoints as they are.
And as they were.
Before they were anything that they are not.
We will play in the aetheric alchemy of vantage point and void.
And you will remember yourself home.
And you will expand your capacity for what and who you know yourself to Be...
And how you have been called to hold and express AS that Beingness within the wilderness of the now.
➳ Day 1: Orienting To The Wilds
➳ Day 2: Honing In On The Jungle
➳ Day 3: From Shape To Shapelessness
➳ Day 4: The Hungering Of The Sacred {& The Damned}
➳ Day 5: When It'll Be What It'll Be
➳ Day 6: Non-Attachment Within The “Mattering” (Around matter as form and also what matters most to us)
➳ Day 7: Staying Calm In The Chaos
➳ Day 8: Actualizing It Into Form
➳ Day 9: Remembering Yourself In The Messy Middle
➳ Day 10: Howling The Magic Into The Real
➳ Day 11: A Colonized Byproduct Of A Bygone You
➳ Day 12: {Dis}Solving It Back To The Formlessness (about no longer trying to solve for x)
➳ Day 13: The Beingness Of The Spaces Between
➳ Day 14: Walking The Underworld As Creation
➳ Day 15: Surrendering Into The Void
➳ Day 16: Eroticizing The Quantum & The Way
➳ Day 17: Free Falling Into Orgasmic Reality
➳ Day 18: Decolonizing The Systemic Oppression Of The Whole
➳ Day 19: Initiations Of The Beyond
➳ Day 20: Becoming The Living Evocation Of The God Self
➳ Day 21: {Re}Pussifying The Primal & The Profane
➳ Day 22: Collapsing The Beyond
➳ 3 x Live Teaching & Transmission Call Recordings
Now available for home study
➤ 1 x Primal {Pre}Calibration Medicine: But Who Would You Become?
➤ 22 x Daily Ancient Activation Audios of pure pussy-drippin' eros, wilds, and soul
➤ 3 x 60 Minute Teaching Transmissions + Q&A {Re}Wilding Sessions
➳ Private Nīk Nation membership site
➳ Lifetime access
➳ Unlimited access to future updates
➳ Primal {Pre}Calibration Medicine: But Who Would You Become?
➳ {Re}Wilding Sex As Medicine
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