Sexual tension in the rewind

☉ you are pure creation

Hey.

It’s been a season of life replays.

It’s been a cycle of seeing where I need to find comfort in the uncomfortable.

It’s been a phase of not needing to grow within the forever evolution.

Isn’t that fun?

Not needing to always grow.

Lately, my “not growing” phase contains, reading, coming back to my body, and playing with this arousal oil.

This “not growing” prepares me for the little shifts around the corner.

The ones that surprise you the most.

The ones that make the most impact.

The ones that have medicinal accumulation.

Why am I always burning shit down to the ground?

I’m resting in the sexual appeal of a slow burn.

There is sex in the rewind.

The current cosmos is asking for creation that doesn’t need to be a hard fuck.

It’s the orgasm of the passageway.

That’s what Im recycling and returning to.

We are so focused on the next thing.

We want to hit the climax in every sphere of our existence.

I’m missing out on the juiciest parts.

The ones that feel scary and unknown because I want confirmation.

I want all the universal signs to reach clarity.

Clarity….the mental and egoic form of cumming.

The foundation we are laying down is not the classic sex ed anymore.

Pleasure is in all the bodies of ourselves and not just centered in the anatomical.

Pleasure exists in the grief.

Pleasure lives in the deep abyss.

Pleasure found in feeling ourselves even when that feels so far away.

I want to touch it.

I want you to be in it.

I haven’t wanted to feel hot in it for years.

Thanks, Venus for giving me that sensual hit.

That is what the resurfacing of old patterns, physical ailments, people, situations you thought you buried 6 feet deep, etc. all come up for.

Making love to it.

Seeing it in the eyes while it enters you because it’s coming back to unionize.

For me, a hip injury from 8 years ago has come back to meet me once more.

To give me that sweet intercourse of loving myself in a totally new way with this repeat.

For me, it’s been where I want to change and navigate freedom in my relationship.

To offer me that candy-coated permission slip that I have the most fun when we drop the concept of partner possession.

For me, it’s been literally willing to create new offerings, see how it goes, and not care so much about the outcome.

To let me taste the nectar of how I birth things from thin air and release them back to the ether once more.

I have a newfound flavor in patience this time around- and I’m an insanely impatient person.

I also have a new kink for insanity.

You know what’s crazy….pretending that you want to find normalcy in your desires.

Pretending that you find your group, niche, circle, etc. on selective differences only to remain the same.

When did the misfits start finding each other in tight spaces only to conform themselves to being the misfit and not everything else under the sun?

I’m fucking crazy.

I have wild concepts running through my veins.

I see things with vast dreams and planetary wishes.

I wanna take my limitations to the moon to find liberation.

I want to flash someone from a balcony in Portugal.

I want to learn how to sew and then get over it a week later.

I wanna live.

That can be the most psychotic notion of societal chains.

These rewinds in our life experiences invite us to get crazy.

Much crazier.

Witnessing and not reacting to moments that would piss you off kind of crazy.

Saying no to something that convinced you it was resistance when in reality, it just doesn't land in your body type crazy.

Breaking rules that you created- this is bat shit nuts to your pretty little boxes, even the ones that seem radical and raw.

Doing anything against your barriers and personalized constraints is crazy. It is illogical to the conscious mind to go against the ordinances of your programming.

De-program your spirit with me.

Lately, all I’ve been seeing is the image of angel wings.

The heavens kissing me through channeled snapshots of this reborn appetite to feel alive.

I’m revisiting my darkest chambers of death.

If that doesn’t spark life I don’t know what else will.

I’m writing about all the versions of me.

They equally cringe and applaud.

I’m out here with lanterns.

Letting the light flicker on each shadow as delicate as a plumeria smiling at you on a cloudy day.

I’m delighted to do this for myself because this allows me to hold others in this torch.

It’s a slow burn, but baby it’s still a flame.

I wanna see you light a room of candles inside your soul.

To feel what that beacon could do to your human form.

I’m giddy to announce a fresh offering, from me to you.

Announcing a new one-month container titled SPIRIT HOLDING ⌇

Bi-weekly calls, weekly voxer access, and humanwork (my term for “homework”). Both of our calls will feature potent protocols. One call will be centered on integrating a part of yourself you have disowned in the physical body. The second call will be grounded in a gentle reparenting protocol that roots you into a new subconscious future, stemming from the moment of your conception.

Embedding spirit into human form.

This is SPIRIT HOLDING.

I love voice memos.

So much so that I wanted them to be the main facet of this container.

I wanna shoot the shit with you! While also supporting you in the shift of it.

Click the button below for more if you feel called. Let spirit ring you this time around.

May we find sexual tension in the tiniest moments of being alive in this wild universe.

Love you. Rooting for you. Have hot sex in every avenue possible.

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Sierra things //

≔ just finished reading this book and it was the inspiration and electrical impulse behind this substack

≔ a fucking mini altar!!!!!!!!!!

≕ one of my favorite videos on the interweb

≕ subliminal shift attire

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