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Wild Jungle Initiation into The Ancient Feminine for Women Who Howl at the Moon

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The Initiation {3/4}:

your erotic truth


There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
— Maya Angelou

The adventure begins within

Sounds like something from the late {and eternally great} Stan Lee, right?

A forgotten scene from one of his comics or movies…

Like something Peter Parker’s uncle would utter right after the villain has seemingly beat down our unlikely hero into an early submission.

And the words would be spoken into the soul of our champion and {s}he would rise from the ashes to snatch victory out of the jaws of evil.

 
 I mean, because we all know if I WAS in a comic book, I’d be the female version of Deadpool... With some Black Panther Dora Milaje, Storm, and Cheetara thrown in for good measure {of course}.

I mean, because we all know if I WAS in a comic book, I’d be the female version of Deadpool... With some Black Panther Dora Milaje, Storm, and Cheetara thrown in for good measure {of course}.

 

Well, I’m no super hero{ine}

But I AM a Wild, Untamed Primal GODDESS who has been gifted with the Genius of being a Muse

An Erotic Muse to be exact.

Which means my “talent” is turning people on.

I know, I know…

Some people get to dissect hidden codes in fancy shmancy government computer systems and change the economy for the good of all through their badass cyber skills.

Me?

I get to shift the fabric of the Universe through sexual energy

Cool, right?

You’d think so.

But, like many Creatives who are given a “power” that is somewhat less than societally acceptable, I spent years asking God for a “better” Genius.

You know, one that I could talk about with my parents and aunts and uncles at the Christmas table without someone choking on the candied yams.

{Candied yams…. Mmmmm…}

But, surprise surprise…

I found out God doesn’t do “take-backs”

 
 

Which meant that I could either shirk my responsibility as a Change Bringer and Edge Walker

Or learn to embody the fuck out of who He placed me here to be.

I chose the latter.

And so, happily, I can tell you this without equivocation:

You will not be in this alone

…This journey into the depths of who you are.

…This excavation of your Feminine Wilds.

…This remembrance of your Power and Truth.

I am here.

Along with all the Ones Who Walked Before.

You are not now, nor have you ever been, alone in this.

Or in anything.

We’ve got you.

So… if you’re willing…

I want to dive in deep here.

Still with me? Fab.

Let me share another secret with you…

Your hips will set you free

 
 

You’ve been feeling stuck and stagnant because your energy isn’t moving.

It's pooling around your hips, asking- BEGGING- to be shifted and moved and transmuted.

And once you listen…

there will be no going back

I knoooowwww… this time it sounds like a scene from The Lord of the Rings.

Where Gandalf is giving you the choice of all choices.

To turn back now…

Or to enter into Mordor and save the world.

 
 

But the {Erotic} Truth is…

We are not here to save anyone, let alone the world

Because we are not martyrs

At least, that is not who we came here to be.

We are here, rather, to Walk as One… and to raise the vibration of our planet through our own Untaming.

And I am here to be your guide {and your Fire Starter}.


If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. If you have come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together.
— Aboriginal activist group, in the 70's

I CRAVE being your muse in depths of my soul

This is what wakes me up in the middle of the night.

This is what carves its sigils into my blood and bones.

And, this is what we are here to initiate and reawaken in YOU.

So if you have an aching in your soul for this {Re}Wilding Work

A razor’s edge sawing underneath your ribcage at 3 o’clock in the morning…

Demanding that you LISTEN, WAKE UP,… and SAY SOMETHING…

Then this next page is your invitation into the Underworld

A place that most won’t walk.

A sacred distillation point for Women Who Howl at the Moon.

And, if you are such a Woman…

Then this just might be the key you’ve been asking for.

The key that will unlock your everything.

All the fucking yesses, Goddess.

Well…

Let’s get to it, shall we?

It’s time to dive into {PP} Part 4: Re-Encoding through Remembrance


 
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Here’s to Your Untaming,

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