.. A phrase that permeates new age chick culture, the eating disorder of the mind, addicted to spiritual purging and purifying.
A demandA commandA threat.
Because if you don't love yourself nobody else will. Image by Tamsin Swait
If you were ever told you were sick or wrong or had your humanity disregarded because of your lack of “normal” sanity, I. am. so. sorry.
You are not here to fit into this world.
You are here to dream us all into a new one.
I want to know God on your dick, I don't just want a pornographic quick hit.
You can’t possibly know the power you’re denyingAll the women you’re depriving
Image by Vegas Giovanni "Child of Venus"
To all the men that masturbate in our holy shrines forgetting they are in a place of worship
& To all the women that allow them past the temple gates:
We must take responsibility within our own hearts.We must end this savagery.Dismantle this system of lawful terrorists and reinstate our own power.
We must end this. Not with riots but with righteousness.
White silence is a luxury. And it spells death & Complacency.
I adore men.
And (when I'm not being a hermit) I routinely attract beautiful men into my life.
I attribute this to 2 things I have dedicated a lot of time & energy towards:
It is very fucking convenient that women have been programmed to be obsessed with their external appearance.
For as long as women are distracted by societies dictations on "beauty" they will never pose a threat to the system.
To commune with our bodies has become a courageous act, because of the sheer magnitude of unaddressed pain stored within.
You see it’s become much easier to be out of your body rather than in it.
Namastaying your way far away from reality by breathing your way into lucid dreamscapes and omming your chakras into colour coded configurations is a fun way to distract yourself.
You’ve got to love all the shadowy dark shit about yourself.
You've got to love it so hard you get off on the parts that are so taboo and so shame filled.
Purity is not being without shadow.
We all have a fucking shadow.Purity comes from shamelessness and the ability to be completely unabashed and expressive about your dirtiest kinks.
It is so fucking excruciating to feel the suffering on this planet and to not let it take me under, to not let this sick fucking destruction and evil drown and overwhelm me.
Most people won't even dare feel the uncomfortable reality of the annihilation we are facing.
It feels so out of our control, so completely out of our hands.
What the fuck can we do?
What is the point in trying anyway?
The World is in desperate need of Angry Women.
Women whose rage is so strong it cannot be contained any longer.
Women who refuse to hold their tongues, tied politely in their tidy mouths.
Women who are ready to march together, thighs spread wide, breasts forward & chins held high.
In some of the "conscious communities" it’s cool to shame "conspiracy theorists".
The moment you open your mouth about some deep truth there will be a spiritual saviour ready to slam you down and shame you. Ridicule and mocking will follow.
I'm not really sure why. It clearly upsets their chakras and clique code.
I am an angry fucking woman. My rage fuels my creativity.
I refuse to sweeten my voice because you find it unpalatable.
This shit needs to change
And it won’t be done by a woman that is minding her tongue.
Soulfulness is a quality that is developed, it evolves.
The soul is weathered like an old sailor, sea washed stubble and calloused skin, like the sinewy braids of muscle on a lumberjacks arms.
It is made from the repetitive struggle of the muggle world.
The erotic endurance of rising from the ashes repeatedly, a motherfucking phoenix of phenomenal perseverance.
We are at war and it will not cease until Women return.
Sexual energy is the essence of all creation.
You are the great masterpiece of the alchemical miracle of Gods kinky desire.
Manufactured of star dust and shit and cum.
"Honour your shadow or that wild bitch will fuck you so hard no amount of cold pressed organic coconut oil will make it better.
She’s on your side and you better be too. (Instead of floating up in love and light fairyshit land)"
"Off the shame and conditioning flew with my wild sweat, it dripped off, I danced it off, I screamed, howled and roared it off, I cried it goodbye, I moaned it away.
I fucked myself with wild abandon until I was consumed by pleasure, purified by pleasure, released from this prision by pleasure."
A risky move when you realise that the collective feminine revels in bullshit.
In fact most women are more than happy to stay cocooned in their bullshit whilst cocooning their dearest sisters in it also. It’s like there’s this an unspoken rule:
“Do not disturb the bullshit.”
This is far more than just getting some
Unconscious sex is keeping the planet in a loop of insanity and suffering.
And with that I’ve thrown in the towel.
I am done.
You are a miracle.
Become the revolution.
I just spent the weekend in the bush with a whole bunch of people attending workshops about sex, from kinky to the subtle, to cunt craft to glad wrap, to trauma and tantra
The backbone of woman
The bridge between the worlds
The holder of integrity and truth
This cosmic love, this karmic love, this timeless loveHas obliterated meFucked sweetly into realms untouchedMy body lies engorged and dripping
Last night we explored our erotic innocence
and Reclaimed our virginal purity
Giving ourselves the first time we never had
Everyone has the potential to be fully orgasmic and pleasure filled. It is our birth right to be sexually evolved and sensually alive beings on this planet.Let us claim that right, let us claim ourselves into deep surrendered ravishment.
The drive is within the pounding muscle of my love, the divine crux that glows without flickering even in the tempest of storms, which says “this is the way.”
They say a spiritual emergence and a psychotic episode can look very similar, well no fucking shit.