Notes on #PussyTalks: Sluts and Whores~~

Wow thank you all for the letters and the notes, the memes and the pictures; they made my day just that much brighter. I had retreated into a very deep place, something to do with my natal Pluto, Mars and Venus aspects from where I might never fully return. Astrological work will be coming up shortly as well as more on Sacred sexuality.

Jupiter in Scorpio brought about a wonderful surprise, remember it is on the third house from Ascendant. The house of communication and the energy is Scorpionic with Jupiter amplifying all those attributes. I spoke to a group of empowered Escorts and sex workers who know and love their work. They also love their clients(well most of them).

You might not know, but I have been interacting with escorts, Johns, Dominas, Tops, Bottoms, Crossdressers and many others from the sex industry for very many years. Collecting data and looking through a Uranian filter on such SCORPIONIC ISSUES.

Something about the way women’s sexuality presented itself in society did not do much for my identity as a sexual being. In fact, I told that virginity was something to be saved for your husband. Fuck yes, I remember it. Fuck, everything to do with sex was such a stigma. All the time.

Obviously bad girls like me do not listen and we do what we need to do to experience life in all its awesomeness. How can you leave out sexuality which is at the very crux of human civilisation?

It made no sense that it was so hush-hush. It made no sense why my BFS got so jealous if other men(including their brothers and their best friends) looked at me or spoke to me with excitement. They behaved like I was their possession and it pissed my rebellious spirit off to no end.

In fact, it happened to me recently. I lost an old friend because her husband could not contain his excitement at meeting me! And this is one woman who should have known that I will never be into her man. Even if he was my type. It hurt me tremendously and is a wound I have been carrying for a few months. There I spoke of it…

Such is the place from which Pussy Talks was conceived. I had to discover for myself that I was not alone. I was not the only woman who CRAVED TO CONNECT. I was not the only woman who wanted it uninhibited, raw, deep and fiery.

I knew there were others.

That is when I learnt of the Virgin/Whore archetypes. That is what society has reduced us to. Either we are good little virgins(wives, mothers, sisters) or we are whores(free minded bitches). I may be a wife, but my husband knows very well and loves the fact that he does not own me. I am as free as he is.

I saw girls gossiping amongst themselves every-time someone lost her virginity. There were always the most psychotic, obsessive, desperate-to-accomplish types who held on to their hymens.

It was strange the way they held on to their virginity as a commodity with which they could in some way leverage a better deal.

Not for me. Hahahahahaha! Some even went for hymen transplantation. Such is the saga of human sexuality today.

Working through the sacred slut archetype yesterday with the ladies MADE ME SO EXCITED that I made up my mind to write this post. Every woman has the right to feel this orgasmic bliss that rocks her whole being. It is as much your birthright as it is mine.

Most times, men will not give it to you, so you must learn to give it to yourself till you find the ONE you can merge in sacred union with. Trust me there is someone who will make love to you and stick all the broken parts back together. Dreamy shit…hahahaha!

Anyway girls, your virginity is not a commodity and the first time you make love, keep in mind that even if the person is not your Mr. Right, even then, be PRESENT in the moment. In the NOW. Be there. Smell him, feel him, feel the whole scenario and just experience it. Do not feel upset if it is not what you had in mind. Embrace the reality while knowing that the fantasy might happen, someday.

There is nothing as disturbing as losing your virginity while drunk or drugged. In fact, if you decide to lose your virginity, make sure, you and your beau abstain from alcohol, especially if you are doing YONI PUJA or tantra meditation sex. Remember, this is not Neo-Tantra, so my ideas may differ from what is being sold in the West as Tantra.

I know that to activate your sexual energy, you have to connect with your pussy. It has to be done. My work with women focuses on activating the GODDESS FORM INSIDE EACH OF THEM and the YONI or the PUSSY becomes a direct symbol of the GODDESS.

The ladies I spoke with were working with sexual energy and if they work with the GODDESS FORM, they might find more magick in the work they do. The men will also respond to this energy flux. This might result in lots of kundalini activity.

Although they were pretty adjusted on the surface, yet, some of them failed to really tap into their INNER SACRED SLUT/WHORE and sex work can become healing work if you just understand how to work with the energy and it all begins with INTENT.

Most girl were telling me that they find no time to meditate or do anything spiritual at which I told them and showed them how putting on your daily make up can become a meditation.

They were thrilled I can tell you that.

As Jupiter moves through Scorpio, society will be confronted with FEMALE SEXUALITY like never before.

Believe me, wild sister, man wanted monogamy. You did not. He decided to control you while you were pregnant and had to depend on him. And look now, what has changed. Women’s reproductive rights are a joke.

Women are way more sexual than men and the Courtesans and Sacred Whore of yore knew this. They were SLUTS because unlike the wives they did not belong to any man, but chose to mate with whomever she liked.

No man controlled her, not with money, not with sex and not with children.

She was free to explore her sexuality and in most cases made it a spiritual practice. Women have this inherent wisdom and trust me, talking to sex workers from all over, I can tell you that they are some of the wisest and experienced women, especially if she has successfully drawn on the COURTESAN archetype.

For the Courtesan was a truly accomplished Artist and MUSE, sometimes of really powerful men. She was a Philosopher, a musician, a singer, a confidant, a seductress and even a top in bed and she played all these roles to perfection.

Why are wives sacred of the Courtesan? Like some women are scared of sexually empowered women? These women are your witches, your bitches and your bossy bosses. Don’t you just hate them? Hahahahahaha!

The wife fears the courtesan because the courtesan does not need any man. But the wife does. Remember she is a wife and her whole identity is wrapped around that little concept.

The Courtesan is free from this. She is sexually free, in most cases(if she is smart, lol) then she decides and chooses her lovers and they in turn provide for her. Yes the Courtesan is seen as a FREE and available woman and in most cases vilified, but it was not so in ancient times and it is also imperative to end the stigma behind sex work and prostitutes. They are girls, like you and me.

Escorts and sex workers have to understand SACRED SEXUALITY, because they work with kundalini energy at the very base level and if they manage to rise up in vibration as a collective, then imagine what could happen. Our society could change.

Being in love with somebody and cohabiting with someday- two totally disparate concepts. How can you love someone if you know them intimately? The courtesan provides the allure, the mysterious. Whereas the wife is an open book that the husband mostly ignores because he has read every page. So instead of going through the painful process of reinventing yourself over and over again(spending tons and tons on the way you look and getting stressed AF), wouldn’t it be better if we redefined feminine sexuality.

It is so very important for women as a collective to come together and scream out that- WE RECLAIM OUR SEXUALITY, our reproductive rights…We will decide as well how sex and sexual imagery will be portrayed in media and in society.

Look at the images in front of you…hacked and quartered limbs of women selling you products. The breast will sell you everything, but when it pops out to feed an infant- ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE. While breastfeeding my toddler the other day at the airport, I was stunned at how many men stared at my breast, forgetting the fact that they were once babes suckling on their moms.

Look sexual imagery is created for the MALE GAZE. There are no spaces for women to express their sexual preferences, desires, fantasies and the rest. Fuck that, there is really no avenue for women to be sexually empowered. Look around you, wherever you go…the violence on women is apparent and evident.

You cannot hide from it now.

Working through SACRED SEXUALITY and all the archetypes in our consciousness must be a top priority, not just for sex workers, but for all women and men out there.

Men are being fed a garbage diet of misogynistic porn and soon to come, robot sex. Think hard. How will a man handle the idiosyncrasies of a real woman. So men, tune into your sacral chakra. It has a lot of wisdom.

Men are not from Mars and women are not from Venus, although they are the cosmic archetypes of masculine and feminine. Both men and women are from Earth and it is time to join together.

A woman is way more sexual than a man. Believe me and please note that the walls of the vagina do not get stretched or loose with sex. In fact the pussy is full of elasticity, the muscles and tissues can expand and contract easily and return to how it used to be.

I have heard so many women bring this up as a lack of interest in the men that I feel like shouting it out from the roofs tops. Google it bitches…check it out. You can start the Kegels later on now.

There is so much bullshit propaganda around female sexuality thatt it has perverted human sexual expression and its freedom. Society never makes women’s sexuality a priority. It is a filter through which a male can masturbate and enjoy. Watch the lesbian porns out there and you will know of what I speak. You already do.

The clothes we are meant to wear. They are so freaking uncomfortable, some of them, yet they serve the purpose of the male gaze. Look at the bikini, it is an elaborate subterfuge to get women exposed so men can stare at them while sitting with their wives. Making the wife insecure and getting her hating on the younger girl. See how it is a vicious cycle. The wife hates the sexually free woman, even though they both stand oppressed in the hands of patriarchy.

Little girls are falling under the trap of hyper sexualisation and that is creating a more perverted scenario where they find it hard to fit in and adhere to set norms of beauty because they are unrealistic.

If women became sexual beings and decided to take matters in their own hands, then things could change. Women can bring about a change in the way society perceives and separates us.

Maybe there can be BALANCE if men and women contribute to the sexual repertoire. It will benefit us as a culture.

Ladies reading this, you need to reclaim the INNER WHORE and trust on your vagina. You have to begin a relationship with it and start to love it. Like your womb.

You can only bring pleasure to your husband if you learn to pleasure yourself and take sex as an artform. If you tap into the COURTESAN archetype, you will see how it shifts your whole energy signature and sexually awakened tigresses are beacons of hope for the rest of the females because we have been so repressed and controlled in that department that we have lost our voices to speak of sexual pleasure. Or wait, people might call you a SLUT/WHORE.

So what?

 

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The Mansfield Story

BELOW IS A PART OF MY NOVEL CALLED THE MANSFIELD STORY.

IT IS ALSO DEVELOPED AS A SCREENPLAY.

HELP ME PUBLISH~ BECOME MY PATRON

 

CHAPTER 1

SHAMBHAVI’S POV

I am not going to pretend that I’m this master story teller, in fact I’m seriously beginning to question my choice of vocation as writer/ filmmaker. No HD has my film on it and the analogue era was before my time. I have made all these films, in my head. From script to post prod, I’ve created these monstrosities and they exist. Don’t know where, don’t know how, but they do. Mistakes are portals of discovery, right Joyce. Works every time, doesn’t it. But then you were seeking to be immortal, hence the elaborate subterfuge, but for me. I am the nothingness, the mistake. These films that I’ve made in my mind, over and over, lead me nowhere in the real world, for they don’t exist. Neither does she, but there she is, invading my senses, my ideas, my dreams.

I think of these bizarre stories and it’s not even that I write them, they write themselves. I’m just their victim. They laugh at me, they torment me, they wake me up at four in the morning in jest, they drive me insane tossing and turning in bed at night. They are my oppressors. Not always. There is a friendly angle to our relationship. It does exist.

To the world, I’m this depressed writer who types away for hours on end on her laptop, writing God knows what. I’m in the fraternity of paid-poorly writers who are paid next to nothing to develop content. That’s my day job, at night I’m batwoman! You wish right?

I write screenplays and then make my films over and over again. And then there are these surfeits I have to deal with, like my friends from these stories, they begin to cohabit with me. These characters, they decide to pop right out of the Final Draft document and strut their stuff in front of me. There’s a reason why I’m constipated. How do you drop the excrement off your body when someone is reciting to you, a fluke line out of Keats, or no Shelley, I think. The Romantics definitely. Or you have this beer bar dancer doing make up! She keeps wanting to know if she’s looking saxy, not sexy, but saxy.

How the fuck is someone to shit in peace? Then there’s this boxer, he’s got tuberculosis and I write about it. Bam! I develop this terrible cough and an unbearable pain in the chest. The next day, I go to clear my throat and the phlegm sitting in the basin has blood. What does the boxer do? He laughs at me.

Then there are these pregnant women. I don’t think I’ll get into that right now, but yes you guessed it right. My periods stopped coming. Who could be the father? There were three possible candidates, but no one I could discuss this with. Not like they were my live-in boyfriends. They were nothing, not even friends. I stared at the pregnancy stick, yes, two lines. It didn’t matter how many times I re-took that test, it was the same. Now I’m no fool, I use protection. So did it not work? Did the bloody condom burst? Am I… I don’t think I could bring myself to voice that word. PREGNANT!!! I was and I did what I had to.

Not only am I plagued by these people, but strangely the things I write come to pass. No don’t think of  it as some kind of gift, it’s a fucking curse actually. It might have been a gift if all I wrote about was unicorns and fairies, but here I sit in silence and type away. What do I see? The desperate situation we’re in, yes us humans. I see the pain, no I think it’s more like I am in pain. I suffer day and night, sometimes with reason, sometimes without. I’m just a sucker for pain and my heart is perpetually broken. These films that I make are extensions of my tragic self and the most persistent theme of them is suicide.

You can say that I have a morbid fascination for suicide. My mother committed suicide when I was four or five, her mother too killed herself and so did her father, so yes it kind of runs in the family. I’ve been subjected to hours and hours of counselling so I don’t jump off a high-rise or hang myself with a dupatta. Morons! As if those sessions helped.

You see to me suicide is an art-form. You’ve got to be an artist to kill yourself with grace. You’ve got to see the beauty in death and embrace it. You’ve got to worship the power you have, the power to decide when it’s over. There is no fucking God, there is just you and the choice is yours.

My mother named me Shambhavi, I have an abbreviated form that I’ve chosen- SHAM! Yes I’m a sham! I’m not artist, if I was then I’d have already created the master piece- my death! The suicide, but I am not an artist, just a writer.

There are these three projects that I’m working on- developing for filmmakers who are too lazy to write their own shit and need to hire morons like me. The boxer does tend to get on my nerves, otherwise I am actually pretty involved with the rest. They tell me what to write and I do. It seems to be working. Of course there are times when these directors feel the need to impose upon my feeble intellectuality and ask me to make corrections. Temper tantrums will be thrown, but somehow we manage. We don’t exist without each other. We need each other.

Then there are these turbulent characters that take birth from my mind. They wreak havoc on my life, depressed, suicidal, maniacal, it’s difficult to deal with them. There is no sense of closure, no sense of comfort with them, only angst is the best way I could describe the feeling.

I have also tried setting MSS on fire, but once they’ve been conceived of in my head, there is no annihilating them. They are a part of my life, actually these creatures are my life whether I like it or not. The only way I can get rid of them is to finally begin work on the masterpiece.

It was so strange, when I met her that night. She stood in front and for the life in me, I couldn’t fathom her identity. There was something so familiar about her. P.S- I don’t subscribe to God or reincarnation. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so alive as I did when I saw her.

Don’t ask me how I landed up there, but I’ve had such strange and absurd situations happening to me recently that I just let go and watched her. She was tiny and her hairdo reminded me some old flick on Joan of Arc. Dressed in all black, there was this pendant around her neck, a spiral in jade and it looked like a fern would spring right out of it. Waist-upwards she had this sphinx like quality, her short crop was unkempt, her bangs fell on her forehead. She blinked her eyes through thick glasses as she looked at me. It had to be me, right. There was nobody else there, just a cat.

She lumbered across the vast living room. I could see her legs did not carry her well and she was stooping. There was a fire in her eyes which I could see even through those thick glasses. She sat right in front with a cuppa tea. I was not offered any. We sat like that for I don’t know how long. I was looking to say something. “Hello, I’m Sham,” “Hello, I’m a sham.” But I said nothing.

There was something that caught my eyes- an old calendar that screamed 1922.

Okay officially I have lost it, I know it to be 2017, not 1922. That made me look around. The deco was very vintage English, complete with Victorian furniture and then there were books. Quite a collection! I could happily bury myself in there for the rest of time and not bother about those people who live in my head or even the person in front with her sparkly eyes. She was not old, maybe thirty, but she looked much older. Her body was bent out of shape and her face showed signs of physical pain. I could tell she was sick and ailing. I looked on.

That belligerent and witty tongue could lash out at me, but it remained mute. It could raise a tempest but the waters remained still.

“You know I want to be like those ballerina’s of Dega, frozen in their graceful posture…” Those were the first words that came out of her mouth.

A reply, it came quite effortlessly. Then I bit my tongue. Crap! I sound like an idiot, I thought. “But those ballerinas are frozen, there is no life in them. They’re dead, like dolls…”

She threw her head back and laughed. That sound awakened a primal part of me and the ballerinas of Dega were right in front of me, suspended in space. There was this one figure of a ballerina and right next to her was this strange woman whose face you could not see, hidden by a hat in black attire and they both seemed to be waiting. It felt like us, that moment that time. I felt like the ballerina, massaging her foot in eager anticipation to perform and she was like the chaperon, waiting for that moment when I would set the stage on fire, pushing my body for fleeting moments of grace that would captivate one and all. I do that every day. I push my mind so I could come up with that work of art that would have entire generations enthralled, now you see what a SHAM I AM.

She wanted to be like those ballerinas. Why? Did she not feel their pain, their exhaustion? Did she want to be frozen in time?

“I never leave the house anymore and don’t like having servants,” She told me.

“T.B is painful and in 1920 it is incurable and you also have gonorrhoea, you must be in severe pain, most of the time.” I replied.

“You speak as if you come from some other world.” You can tell the gutsy woman she is.

“I come from the future…” I burst out laughing as I said it. “It sounded like some corny Sci-fi that no one would go to watch.

“You mean the motion picture…” She sounded interested, but then who is not interested in film.

“It’s very interesting that you would bring up the motion picture, because I have this story that I’m working on and the protagonist makes motion pictures, but from a feminine perspective, you know…”

I knew. “You want to explore the feminine angle? You seem content telling us stories through the male POV, Point of view…” I had to explain as she had no idea. Feminism, not one of her strong points.

But then what do you expect from her in 1910? Seems a bit bizarre, absurd if you ask me. I reach out in my pocket to stroke my I phone 6. The screen is cracked, just like my life.

You do not abandon your husband in 1920, you’re a woman and your place is right by his side. There are no other options, do not seek them. She seemed to know about real people, not some theoretical characters, but people of flesh and blood. That captivated me for years. How does a woman of her class and upbringing understand the human condition that well?

How does a marriage last only a day? There are no answers to such theoretical questions? Are writers really so crazy to get married to see what it feels like? Is this research? What is a marriage anyway? There was so much to talk about, but we sat silent.

 

CHAPTER 2

MANSFIELD’S POV

The tuberculosis has drained all my energy, the pelvic pain is getting worse, but my dream portrayal must continue, if anything today there is a seeing that I have felt. It’s not writing, it’s seeing. There are moments when I see all black before my eyes, need to sit down and gather myself, but the imaginative process never stops, it’s akin to breathing.

Much of my work remains unpublished and there are days when I lovingly gaze at them as a sign of acknowledgement and appreciation. Writing or rather seeing is a need and it must be done. In fact this sabbatical from my amorous lifestyle has given me time to write and I am thankful for it for all my stories come from the depths of my being.

Bliss and other Stories has just been published this year and it seems to be doing rather well. But there is suddenly a story inside me. I don’t even know what it is, suddenly I see Maata’s face and her breasts like a motion picture, a silent film and once again I’m back in the Hippodrome and I see the audience. Predictable! Their hands, their heads, their expressions.

I dreamt a story last night, every little detail etched in my mind, down to the smells and sounds and I was a part of it.

I see her eyes. A dark melancholia! An intense hankering for experience in the world of echoes and shadows. Who is she? She could be my alter ego. Her olive skin glows like logs burning at the fireplace, her long, dark hair is threaded like the negroes. Her mind is where she lives, the outside world has no fixity for her. I remember gazing at the audience, why not, I was a part of them. In this story I’m a part of both- I am her and I am the audience.

This story about her, this absurd protagonist who writes these films. Could it be that she makes them? Lumbering away with that heavy contraption of a camera? Who knows in the future there just maybe such women? I’d have loved to discover that platform.

Story-tellers tell stories, it doesn’t matter what the medium is. I have been told my writing is descriptive, just like the way they do it in the studios in America. I could have gone there, but travel for me is not a possibility. It’s why I cannot even go home- New Zealand!! Oh my pain and pleasure.

I’ve been criticized, compared to Chekov, snubbed for my hankering to be free, my will, my feisty nature, but people forget I’m just human. Where is the time? I’ve lost so much, I’ve gained so much. I have cried, I have laughed, I have lived and now I will die.

But this story, it wants to be written. Murray will surely publish most of my work even though I’ve told him not to. It sells, my writing and so shall its fate be, it’ll be sold! I need to sit down on days when the pain is bearable and write. I want to give my readers hope, yes everything is twisted, but there is hope. I was tired of reading every single thing out there from the perspective of a man, I mean how long is society going to ignore us? The fact that the women in my stories have decided to speak up shows me there is hope for us. Our voices need to be heard.

The Fourth way may just be my way, reading Gurdjeiff is a complicated process, yes it has opened up new portals to my experiencing life, but then there is so much left to be discovered and do I have time? Regret, don’t we all have a pinch of that with every sip of life we take. I for one, am swamped with regret. I regret my childhood, I regret the taunts and mocking because of my rather hilarious glasses, I regret not writing more often, I regret not supporting the women’s suffragette in the U.K, I regret not being vocal about it, I regret not telling Maata how much I loved her, I regret my obsession with Chekov. No I take that back, no regrets there. I regret my brother dying like that. I can still see him in uniform, bloody and dusty.

Although I have been quoted as saying that I do not regret anything. I have asked my readers to never regret, but that is only the half truth. Yes regret is an appalling waste of energy and nothing can be built on it, but it exists. I wish I could just erase it away. REGRET ERASED!

The Work must be done, it’s 1922 and here I am in colonial India, Calcutta to be precise, all alone. A sick white woman in the midst of all these natives.

Then I saw her, she was vibrant, her olive skin was smooth as it tasted the Sunlight which played on it and created so many hues that I just watched. I don’t know how she arrived right in front of me, definitely not dressed like the ordinary native girls or like an English lady. She had on trousers like men, I think they’re called denims. The road workers in America wear them as overhauls. I never expected a woman to dress in them and then her long, dark negro like hair. I thought she was a figment of my imagination, the medicines playing a trick on me. After all I was a sick woman. I waited for the apparition to disappear. But she sat there and just stared back. I think we briefly spoke, about Dega’s ballerina’s, but it made no sense.

Theosophy and Gurdjeiff! You know the three types of men or women found in this world- those that are centred in their physical bodies, then the ones centred in their emotional space and those that focus on their minds. What type am I? I have never been able to quantify myself in any one category, I’m indeed a mixture of all three. I have lived centred in the physical, more than not I have existed only in my emotions and then of course my mind is one of my favourite places to visit and spend some time. So yes, I’m a bit of all. All writers are as we have all these stories inside us where we become those people when we write them.

I remember alluding to this story of this woman who makes motion pictures, these dreamy silent films. I think she is my protagonist.

Right now, all I can think of is Van Gogh’s painting- the self portrait. I consider myself a writer/painter. I paint too like Van Gogh, I paint with words.

I just wish I had more time. I want to be healthy again, to experience a full, living-breathing life. I want to be with the Earth and see all the wondrous things- the sea and its infinite waves, the mellow Sunrise of a perfect morn.

I know I exist in this state of hypnotic waking sleep. I want to wake up and I’m willing to see if the Method will help. This story needs to be written. I need to find her again. That woman, no she’s more like a girl. I need to find her.

And then I see it, the Insect scuttles away and there are these strange voices that I can hear. Sounds like some Hindu chants. What is it?

Is my illness getting the better of me? I see myself, is it me or some other woman, no wait it’s her, dressed as Van Gogh, holding a gun to her face. She pulls the trigger!

I see a thick manuscript by the coffee table and note that’s its rather gloomy this afternoon, the wind shakes the trees so. Flashes trouble me- I think I see Lawrence. Murray tells me that THE LOST GIRL is modelled on me. I know, I know that my writing and me in person have had a significant influence on him, and he’s drawn parallels between me and some of his noteworthy characters, but why do I see him, in Colonial India?

My neighbour from Cornwall, my friend, the eminent D.H. LAWRENCE. I am his Albina and we both struggle everyday for our independence and outcasts we’ve become. We shared a number of things in common, I was a colonial outsider; he was from a working-class mining town. I am more like Lawrence than anybody. We are unthinkably alike, in fact. Four of us did form a peculiar brief and uneasy friendship in bleak Cornwall, yet, I treasure those days.

And now I find this letter from Murray. It does nothing for my mood right now, but leafing through it seems to be my only option. So I do it.

“You are all about me – I seem to breathe you, hear you, feel you in me and of me.” I actually wrote those lines for him and felt like I was home in his tent, sitting at his table. It seems far away, back here dreaming of silent films and Virginia Woolf.

There were times when I wanted to strangle my beloved Murray. I go back in my mind to one such incident. It left a sour taste in my mouth. I was cruel, we were verbally bashing one another, oblivious of who was present. I’d like to think it was tragedy that kept us together.

There’s nothing I want more than a cigarette. The curls of smoke rise up to meet their oblivion as I take a pull. It calms my frayed nerves and I take a sip of the tea. Darjeeling tea from the foothills of the Himalayas, a colonial addiction. Tea snobbery!

As I relax, she appears in front of me. Seated in a cluttered desk, she seemed to be looking at something. It looked like a boo, but a light emanated from it. She seemed to be typing like it was some sort of type writer. I couldn’t see properly, the smoke and mist clouded my vision.

The Art of Touch~

Do you know the inner resonance of your frequency? Do you feel the vibe of your core truth? Have you decided to explore it ever?

Working with spices as I bleed is so profound that no words can describe it. It is like the spices come alive to share the wisdom of my womb which is connected to the cosmic womb. Your womb is also connected to this very womb of the Great Mother.

The last two days there has been a geomagnetic storm and the solar winds, mingled with the eclipse energy, retrograde energy and the Pisces FM energy is making me retreat somewhere deep within to connect to my womb. It is from this sacred space that I come to you with love.

I am not here to heal you. No one can do that. I am here to love you and love you I shall. That love will create a scared space in which you will heal yourself My Beloved.

The geomagnetic storms affect my whole being and it is radical. I cannot explain the whole process because I do not understand it myself. It is also changing you and your physical body. Be mindful to the subtle energy shifts and you will begin to feel them happen.

Today I feel compelled to talk to you about touch. An essential component of human healing is touch and believe me being a Venus in Virgo, I have always been a huge touch-me-not. Even before the sexual abuse that took place in my life.

And after that, touch became a scary thing. Sex became hollow because I was faced with so much guilt and shame that somewhere intimacy was lost. I avoided kissing or looking into the eyes of my lovers.

Richard was the first guy I did not feel averse to kissing on the first day while we made love, which is why I am still with him. He made me feel comfortable and I opened up to his touch and kisses like with no one else. Of course it took me a lot of time and work to be able to touch myself and truly make love to him. And the fear not only isolated me from myself, but it scared me shitless to touch other people, but all that is the past and now I feel no fear at touching because it is coupled with love and healing intention.

Although I confess I find it easier to touch women than men, but that fear of being touched and touching is gone. You know why? Because now the love component is back in the equation. Without love for oneself and the partner in question sex can become cold and scary; just a chore.

Intimacy and sex are two sides of the same coin. You cannot truly immerse yourself in sexual proclivities if you fear intimacy. Even if you are with a stranger. Sex requires surrender. It requires you to be engaged in the moment. It requires you to give your egoself up, at least temporarily.

Healing can happen with touch therapy. But most people equate touch with “happy endings”. Tantric massages are raking in the big bucks, but is that touch truly healing? There is nothing tantric in those massage parlours.

When a healer touches you, they absorb all the negative, positive energies in your auric field and that is extremely challenging especially for empaths or emotional sponges like me. When I embrace you, I absorb your feelings, your emotions, your thoughts and that can leave me feeling out-of-sorts. Yes I am a psychic energy worker, but trust me, nothing in this realm is fool-proof and even the most experienced healers have been known to be overwhelmed at times.

As I come in contact with your physical body, our magnetic bodies mingle and we can literally download information from each other. That is why the body behaves in a certain way when we are open and receptive to another person.

Notice the next time you feel attracted to someone or just feel really close. Watch how your body reacts. This is how holographic information gets exchanged in the simulation. And all human beings behave the exact same way, which is why we all have the same micro-expressions to emotions and situations.

Touching and hugging not only makes your brain release seratonin, it also releases oxytocin, which is the antithesis of adrenaline. Oxytocin makes you stress free.

I work with touch therapy because I believe that touch is a way to say things that words cannot. And when I touch you, your response to my touch often times guides me to work with your energy.

Inner child work cannot be truly accomplished without loving touch. Scientists have discovered that at whichever age, the child stops receiving love and affection, that is the age in which the individual remains stuck in. If till seven you were loved and suddenly that love went missing or was replaced with discipline and work, then it is likely you will remain a seven year old in your mind.

Touch therapy is very effective for individuals looking to heal from mother centric issues. Sometimes touching these people like a mother can open their closed hearts. It is beautiful and I have seen it happen so many times.

Our physical bodies are feeling great pressure as we adjust to the shifting frequencies of the 5D Earth grid. This can become excruciatingly chaotic to handle and if this energy is not dealt with, then it can manifest as disease.

Touch therapy is the best methodology to help the physical body go through this change. Touch amplifies feelings of peace, bliss and tranquillity. It is the answer to loneliness.

You can help raise someone’s resonance by touching them with INTENTION to heal. Try this. Hug someone who really needs it and while hugging, think of them being healed by the Goddess or Cosmic Intelligence. Whatever works for you.

Touch can numb painful external stimuli as well. Try it, especially in crisis situations.

That is why, you must never leave your baby to cry and soothe herself. You must always hug and hold your baby. I suggest baby-wearing. That is what I did the whole time with my baby. And I wore her in a saree, using it like a cloth.

In fact “touch” therapy even works if it is at a distance. But there has to be openness between the two involved. You can consciously “touch” someone who may not even be in the same country. How does this happen? Through the quantum morphological field.

The floods across Gaia have been due to the intense eclipse energy and it also has to do with Saturn retro in 21 degrees Sag until September 13 when it moves onto 22 degrees. Then the sign of The Woman Giving Birth appears in the heavens on September 23. The Houston hurricane is symbolic of the water breaking before the woman gives birth.

We are giving birth to a new era collectively and let us not underestimate the importance of touch.

 

 

 

 

Explore the Sacred Whore Archetype ~~

“Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I’m not trying to deny it, but what I say now is–if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?”
― Henry Miller

That is how patriarchy has been degrading and controlling sexually empowered women. Women who know their bodies and are absolutely comfortable with it. They know that a healthy relationship to her pussy, means a healthy relationship to existence.

But if you are a woman and you openly claim to have had sex with more than three guys, then you are a SLUT/WHORE. This my peeps is the toxic invention of the perverted patriarchs who were WORRIED(yes you heard that right) that if their women were not controlled then they will sleep with other men and not play housekeeping.

Men in their toxic possessiveness brought on monogamy. They made us COMMODITIES. We were denigrated from being a human, instead we began to be classed as SOMEONE’S daughter, sister or wife. We became objects to be owned and the painful saga continues…

In this whole mess of controlling women, they created a certain type of monster. Women who were ENABLERS of this unholy, toxic system perpetrated by the patriarchs. Women who burned and stoned other empowered and bold women.

I am working on a book called PUSSY TALKS, yes you heard that right. It is the story of how a vagina begins to speak to the body it is attached with. Through this metaphor of the Pussy talking, I hope to bring to forefront ideas of feminine sexual explorations. Yes there will be loads of info presented with a dose of entertainment. So watch this space for more on my MOTIVATIONAL BOOK ~~ PUSSY TALKS..

Women turned on women. And the rest as they say is History…not HERSTORY of course. For how can she have a story? Can women even think? Sadly even today a lot of chauvinists believe so.

On the topic of ORGASMS ~~ Listen guys, women can have MULTIPLES, yes they can. If you are a woman and you have no clue as to what I am referring to, you need to email me right now. And please tell me you guys experience FULL BODIES ORGASMS! When your orgasm is not concentrated in your genital area, but spreads across your whole being and rocks the very core of it. Yes my peeps, such orgasms exist and they are possible for all women.

Even for a dude, but the process is ummm…through the backdoor! 😉

Your anus is rich with nerve endings and believe you me, all men enjoy some type of anal play, including Analingus and penetration. Strapon play is a huge thing and can help couples work out through loads of psychological issues. Having to shift roles, makes boundaries dissolve fostering better communication and co-operation between couples.

The men have their G SPOT up their anus, so do not think you are gay if you enjoy Anal Play. IT IS NATURAL!

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If you can stimulate your man’s prostate, that is enough to bring him to climax and these orgasms are DEEP, full bodied magick! And it is not necessary that he will eject every time with prostate orgasm. Do not panic. In fact the longer men can hold off from ejecting, the better for them. So you see…men too can experience this wonder that the human body has to offer. Remember your butt has no sexual orientation, it just wants to feel all sorts of sensations.

The WHORE is a very ancient archetype. She is the PRIESTESS ARCHETYPE and asks Carl Jung describes her…

The Priestess archetype is perhaps the least known and most misunderstood, especially in the present patriarchal culture, which has rejected women‘s spirituality and individual spiritual expression throughout history.

The Priestess archetype is the inner domain of intuitive awareness and deep insight. It is the portal to  secret or “occult” (that which is hidden) knowledge of the invisible realms.

The Priestess has a magical connection to the unknown and a guide of souls.  A trans-connector, she facilitates between the material and the spiritual. She is the mediator of the psyche.

Patriarchy has mutilated this PRIESTESS and has called her a WHORE, like Mary Magdalene.  Yes my peeps, we are all carrying these MAGDALENE WOUNDS, collectively, all women. Mary Magdalene was not some common prostitute. No she was Yesua’s equal partner. His Bhairavi, in tantric parlance and look what they did to her legacy, but the future will venerate her.

Look what happens to Sita. She is forced to step into the fire to prove her innocence! After what she has been through! This is our story people…these wounds, these burns…

In my psychic visions, I have “seen” myself being burnt. I have read about stonings and have felt that pain in my own body. As an empath, these wounds are really intense and to top it off, I am a woman and a Priestess!

Women like Mary Magdalene were sexual alchemists, witches, sorceresses and muses. Because come to think about it. In this 3D world, the closest one can come to a concept of SAMADHI will be during a full bodied intense orgasm! Yes nothing quite connects us to the GODLY FIELD of PURE BLISS!

The first time I understood transcendence was during once such orgasm and that actually aided me in my spiritual development. Because it got me thinking that this intense ORGASMIC feeling is so wondrous and what if it could be prolonged. What if we could exist in some sort of orgiastic fever! Ah!

It is this quest that got me looking at meditation. Combining sex and meditation can be a tremendous healing tool and many, many couples have benefited from learning simple basic practices of ancient tantra.

So it is important for us, as a collective of men and women to heal these WOUNDS. To reclaim the power of Mary Magdalene. To reclaim the power of Sita. Draupadi and so many women from the past. We need to awaken the sacred whore archetype for complete healing of all humanity.

Without unleashing the full potential of the DIVINE FEMININE, the world will never rise to its next stage of vibration. We are on a spiral upwards.

That feminine spirit is like a WILD UNTAMED FOREST with so many treasures hidden within. There are so many layers to her that most men will never penetrate even the basics.

Most people hate whores as patriarchy has taught them that whores are bad. When in actuality whores are wise women, Prophetesses, Healers, Priestesses. These women were learned and sophisticated. They were full of mystery and intrigue and through their sexual oeuvres, they inspired the masculine.

Courtesans, Geisha and Whores were muses and healers.

The sexually active urban woman is still vilified daily if she is seen in amorous embrace with too many. She is labelled a slut by her group when in fact most of the guys have slept with her. How is a woman debased because your cock entered her? How? How? That just goes to show your cock is the problem, not the woman.

It is imperative for us all to invoke this COURTESAN in us. Why? To explore FEMININITY in all her aspects. All beautiful aspects. And the wife has much to learn from the courtesan. After all, the courtesan(in most cases) controlled the men.

I am in no way suggesting that you need to control your man. In fact the quicker you understand that NOTHING EVER WILL BE UNDER CONTROL, the quicker you will learn to make peace with what’s happening. So think of awakening the COURTESAN to rekindle lost passion or maybe just to show him who the boss is in bed.

I request all women to forgo the missionary. Try new positions. Yes check out the Kamasutra(as corny as that sounds) and figure out what really works for your guy.

The word Prostitute is from the Latin and means Pro-Stituare; To  Stand In on Behalf of.

The sacred whore stood in behalf of the DIVINE YONI or the COSMIC VAGINA. She channels in the power of the MOTHER MATRIX, or MULAPRAKRITI. You see the original WHORE is an ENERGY WORKER and through the act of sex, she alchemically transforms stagnant energy or base metal into GOLD through touch, copulation and other intimate acts. How profound is that!

She is also known as DAKINI in Buddhist terminology.

“In a balanced viewpoint that includes both masculine and feminine perspective, healing is seen not as a technique, but as a process.”
― Jeanne Achterberg, Woman as Healer

All women want WILD SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. I know this to be true, just by gathering material for my book Pussy Talks(I have spoken to HUNDREDS of women from all over the world). It is about the lost feminine voice speaking through the metaphor of a pussy, the seat of the womb. The book I spoke about. I plan to do workshops as well to reconnect people to the various feminine archetypes to rebirth creativity and abundance.

The healing of these wounds are ever so important for people who have been abused or raped. The trauma can only be overcome by surrendering to the great cosmic force of ORGASM. It is okay if you do not have a partner, just learn how to pleasure yourself and bring yourself to full bodied multiples; then with intention and meditation, you can totally heal. Just remember, SEX IS NOT DIRTY or CHEAP. It is not only an absolutely natural physiological process, it also harbours potentials to be the most potent creative force in the Universe.

“Sivtatva’ and ‘Saktitatva’ (Lord Shiva and Holy Mother Kali) – Father’s semen in mother’s womb, both combined which CREATES the MULTIPLE UNIVERSES. Male and female polarities create matter/space/time!

Women need to shed off sexual inhibitions. Aren’t we tired of being submissive? Ladies, I suggest you fuck your man tonight like a Goddess, like a Priestess, like Mary Magdelena would have fucked Yesua to transform him into what he became.

The most important thing to imbibe about the courtesan archetype will be FREEDOM. Understand what it means for you. As an individual and in a couple dynamics. What does sexual freedom mean to you? I am not suggesting you sleep with numerous guys and claim to be sexually liberated.

That whole gig is as toxic as it can get. By FREEDOM I mean, ask for what you want in bed and do not be afraid to reverse the dynamics. If you are not used to experimenting, then please do so. Why not look at exploring what tickles both your fantasies??

Few pointers on how to proceed

Gaze into his eyes

Keep the look fixed

Role play(not French maid or Japanese school girl for fuck’s sake! Dig deep into your erotic tastes)

Cultivate INTRIGUE(the main tool of the courtesan) For she knows how to get her men coming back for more…

Be present in the NOW

Breathe deeply

Feel each sensation

Use toys

Talk to him(yes talk dirty) Use a script or plain improvise!

Really feel him while you touch, kiss, spank, spit…whatever works…

Let me really look at you- see you for the GODDESS you are…

Intend to HEAL him with your acts. Yes thoughts are ENERGY!

Turn off from all the noise going on in your head and become the WILD WHORE you are meant to be!

Email me for more… tina@tinaheals.com

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The Astro suggests Tantric Sex tonight~

I am ecstatic to announce that tonight there is some wild and sensual astro happening- Moon squares Neptune. The Moon is in Sag- aha! And Neptune is the ruler of Pisces. Venus is retrograde pushing us to maddening depths of emotions and feelings.

So what do you get with this mix? How can SAG and Pis merge? Oh, let me think. Philosophy and myth debates that heat up into intellectual kerfuffles which could lead to electricity crackling in the air and then when sexual intimacy takes place- it feels like a dose of spiritual energy has been infused in the love making process!

So I am going to suggest a small meditation module for tonight.

Clean up your space, sage it and prepare it with candles, incense and aroma oils. Use the diffusor. Take a long soak in the tub, preferably the two of you. And do not start making out please! Just lie with each other and make an effort to join your breathing. Breathe together. Feel each other’s heartbeats as you sit soaking in the tub.

Now feel all the negativity draining from your body. You may use chants or switchwords when doing this. A good one would be ALLOW-FLOW-BE, which releases your internal blocks. You can keep saying VENUS-DIVINE-BE!

Do it together- do it consciously. Step out and wipe one another clean. Gently and not sexually. Just as if he is a human, you are not concentrating on the sexual angle right away. Now rub oil on each other. Get a nice carrier oil like jojoba and then chuck a few drops of your favourite essential oil. You can use amyris, clary sage, jasmine, neroli, patchouli, rose, rosewood, sandalwood, vetiver, ylang ylang- they all work as aphrodisiacs.

Rub it in with conscious intention that your hands are filling this person you are caressing in this erotic massage is being healed. Oh yes by now the massage has gone erotic. I cannot start explaining exactly how to massage, because I believe there is no hard and fast, one single way to do it. The massage is an adaptation of deep rubs, kisses and caresses, suited exactly to the person in front.

Drop all thought. Very important. Exist in the moment. Exist in the now. One will massage the other and then the other will return the favour. Get it. Do not try to massage each other together. Nope. After you have completed the erotic massage, then stand up and hug.

After the hug, start NOW massaging each other. Build the intensity. Oh stare at each other the whole time. Stare into his eyes. Try to see beyond his form. Whatever you think is divine, associate that image to him. He is divine and guys, so is she. Try to feel the energy flow in each other’s bodies. You may actually see colours and your auras.

Then sit in meditation in the yabyum position, the symbol of divine union.

“Yab-Yum” is a Tibetan term meaning “father-mother”. The man is on the floor, in sukhasana or padmasana and the woman sits on his thighs while his lingam is in her yoni. The man’s penis will be inside your pussy, but do not move. Sit in that position. It symbolises the union of your root chakras. You have become ONE. Keep staring into each other’s eyes. Homosexual couples, please decide between each other who will take on the yang role and who will play the yin energy and sit accordingly.

Keep staring and keep breathing, the lingam inside the yoni. This is potent sex magic as the sexual energy with meditation can transmute itself to Spiritual. The Union will feel like you are losing consciousness. This does not happen in a day, it is to be cultivated.

Your crown chakra is channelling energy from spirit and merging it with your sexual energy. Please OBSERVE THE ENERGY and how it is flowing through your body. Try to identify blockages. Work from your heart chakra.

Some tantric teachers urge the participants to communicate their feelings to one another while in yabyum, but I personally leave it to you. You decide if you want SILENCE to be a part of this meditation or do you want to use loud chanting and/or speak to each other. It is entirely up to you.

After about staring for twenty minutes, then close your eyes together. Keep deep breathing. Now concentrate on your muladhara chakra and feel a ball of energy vibrating there. Now lift up that ball through your spine and bring it to rest in your crown chakra. Stay there. Keep breathing. If you cannot hold your erection, do not freak out. You are now PURE energy, not a limp dick!

Finally end the meditation with an orgasmic explosion, although it is absolutely normal if you do not desire penetration. During tantric yabyum most practitioners avoid the peak orgasm(ejaculation) to leave room for the much stronger full body orgasms, squirting orgasms, anal orgasms, prostate orgasms, vaginal orgasms, womb orgasms and more. You can feel things that are very VERY intense.

Your partner may cry as some of you guys know that women cry after an orgasm. Some of them do. I am one of those and it can get pretty intense and in fact some guys do too. Do not be awkward if she is crying, just hug her. Do not judge, label or criticise or offer advise. Just let her be. Be there for her.

Keep sitting even after everything is done and hug each other in yabyum, close your eyes and bring your focus to your third eye and stare inside. Finish off by doing namaste to each other.

If you do try this, drop me a mail and tell me how the experience felt.

Thank you!

Namaste!

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Seductive Scorpio Moon:Open up to feelings!

“Holding the hand of your woman or man, why not sit silently? Why not close your eyes and feel? Feel the presence of the other, enter into the presence of the other, let the other’s presence enter into you; vibrate together, sway together; if suddenly a great energy possesses you, dance together – and you will reach to such orgasmic peaks of joy as you have never known before. Those orgasmic peaks have nothing to do with sex, in fact they have much to do with silence. And if you can also manage to become meditative in your sex life, if you can be silent while making love, in a kind of dance, you will be surprised. You have a built-in process to take you to the farthest shore.” …Osho

Sexual desires and longing are peaking in many individuals. I have been unable to update my blog at the sudden influx of people who wanted to consult me for my Sacred Sexuality Meditation Modules. And this feeling is not just about feeling horny or salacious. This deep ache that you feel down there will not be satiated with mindless unconscious sex. No!

This sexual craving under a Scorpionic moon that is sextiling Pluto is screaming out for healing. For greater awareness. For conscious sex. If you’re guilty or ashamed when thinking of sex, then understand that it is a deep rooted cultural thingy. You are not abnormal, no matter what your mind conceives of. No bestiality or paedophilia included. No harm. No rape. When two or more consenting adults get together and explore their sexual feelings and fantasies, they are opening channels to profound healing. Sex is not an aberration! In fact it is the very fundamental basis of physical existence. Where would we be without copulation?

So under this sexy and sultry Scorpio moon try not to repress your sexual feelings. In fact clear your mind, keep your spine erect and let your mind wander. Watch what really turns you on. Do not shame yourself, do not blame yourself. If you want to hurt someone during sex, then please consult a Psychiatrist.

I am not referring to the BDSM subculture. Being a Top is actually hardcore responsibility and the Mistress is essentially a mentor, lifecoach and shrink rolled into one. That is how the Tops perceive it. Quoting from kinksters round the world.

So let the Moon do what it does best…let it heal you with a little bit of energy from the Pluto sextile! Pluto is going to bring transformation if you allow it to, in your sex life. Awaken to the potential of human energy. Understand the sex creates massive energy and that can be channelled into a tool for awakening and conscious living.

If you want to be aware of spiritual sexual ecstasies, then you might want to look into sex as a meditative practice. It is imperative our society understands the necessity and importance of a healthy sexually empowered culture. It is not just linear sex with orgasm that will awaken us to our sexual potential. No!

Our sexual energy is a part of our ojas, or Chi or life force. To reach your fullest potential, you must be able to move this sexual energy throughout your body. Repressed longings create blockages that can result in abnormal, unhealthy sexual appetites. Entities will prey on you and you will become a voracious sex machine. Even if you are single and a monk, what will you do with your sexual energy? They learn to transmute those feelings into meditation.

But what of ordinary people? WTF are they supposed to do? Who do they talk to without being judged. Listen it is absolutely necessary for your psychological well being to discuss your sexual feelings with your partner. If you are unable to do so or are single, then consult a professional. You can always ping me if you have specific questions.

How can I practice sacred sexuality of I am single? I get asked this a lot. Let me explain…you do not need a partner to be a LOVER! Sexual energy is running through our bodies, through our nadis or subtle channels. And that energy if tapped can make you powerful, confident and sexy. A woman in control of her sexuality is a magnetic being! She owns her space wherever she goes.

So are you ready to take ownership of your sex life? Do you want to learn to ground that scattered sexual energy? Then begin the journey of exploration…our sexual energy is a part of the cosmic sexual exchange between the primordial male/female polarity. That is why Shiva is represented as the lingam and the yoni which is the symbol of the Devi’s vagina is at the base! The pussy is a microscopic representation of the cosmic pussy!

Moon is quincunx to Uranus in Aries and Eris. Eris is a dwarf planet discovered in 2005, and there are two Eris’ in myths. The second Eris is the bloodthirsty sister of Ares or Aries. So I was reading this astro blog and in the comments below I read that when an astrologer was asked, “What is beyond archetype”, he said Eris! See how Eris is a symbol of what is beyond knowing…metaknowledge! metawisdom! Real feelings, some of them scary as shit will be stirred up, but it might teach us to integrate this meta sexual wisdom and come TOGETHER to become WHOLE in your individual wholeness!! Healing can occur, but there could be toxic volcanic eruptions of anger and violence! There will be a tendency to play the blame game! Don’t we all just love it!

The other interesting alignment is Moon trines CHIRON in PISCES! Yes Chiron the wounded healer is involved and whenever that happens deep, deep, deep issues can be healed. Depends on your natal chart of course, but this could be pivotal in breaking through sexual myths and taboos.
Working with countless women in groups and individual sessions I learnt that women have a  great deal of misconception around the subject of orgasm. There is shame and secret suffering because they cannot open up to their partners and 50% of women fake orgasm, stats say.
What has mainstream religion taught us? Sex is immoral! Sex must be demonised, judged severely and repressed. We have been told repeatedly that if you are a sexual being then forget about spirituality. Because the two are as apart as oranges and apples! Fuck why?
That is why there is no sensitive, intelligent sex ed in our society. Let’s not even get into discussing the sorry state of sex politics in India. Let us not waste time. Kids learn about sex from dubious sources and often fall into traps and exploitation. Some get pregnant, some get infected. I mean look around…you have to be blind not to notice it! Yet the internet is a storehouse of porn. Abnormal, disconnected, soulless porn.
I have to mention that I want people to create more art and films that deal with sexual themes that keep in mind our real experiences and potentials in bed. Let us not get carried away by what we see on screen, because reality is far superior. If you scrutinise porn with awareness and clarity you will see it is propagating a culture of idiocracy. Sadly it is teaching our children what to expect during copulation! So kids are learning nothing about intimacy, affection, foreplay or connection. They are caught in the linear narrative of sex which is psychologically and emotionally damaging to the impressionable young who are desperate to learn about sex. I know I was.

Listen it is okay to be bipolar sometimes as long as you are ready to purge and move on. Just don’t hold onto baggage you don’t need. This Scorpionic moon is offering healing…but there is a prerequisite! FEELING!!!

No Cogito Ergo Sum is going to save us. In no way am I trying to demean the intellectual processes, but the need of the hour is FEELING! Raw, unedited, untainted feelings…Oh did I tell you that the Scorpio moon trines Pisces sun!

How much more mystical can you get! How much more can the Universe tell you that FEEL…it is okay and safe!! Use the number 519 916 if you want to energise your sex life. Write it with pink or purple on your left wrist. And remember to practice eye gazing with  your partner every day, at least for five minutes….watch how the floodgates of your feelings explode!

Hear it from the Boss…

“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier and simpler.”― Friedrich Nietzsche

Are you going to do some sexual healing utilising all the energies available? Are you ready to step into the shoes of an awakened sexual being? Then it is time to let go…of all inhibitions and enter into the yabyum state with your partner.

I have a deep spiritual background and have tried to look at every experience with a spiritual lens. Sex is no different. In my Sacred Sexuality Workshops I use ancient temple arts, modern psychology, shamanic practices that re-programme our neurological conditioning to let go of destructive beliefs and conditioning.

The crystal I want you to use is the Lapis Lazuli…the azure blue is swimming in my consciousness…teya te aum bekanze bekanze maha bekanze, razda samyongate soha!! Salutations to the Medicine Buddha and Guru Padmasambhava!

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Thank you for reading..

You can email me at tina@tinaheals.com

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Have better sex: Sacral Chakra Activation

Are you a woman who often feels a deep dis-connect to her body? Do you fear your periods? Does intimacy make you cringe? Are you fearful of commitment? Scared to express yourself? Are body-issues plaguing you?

Then let me break it to you. Your Svadhisthana or Sacral Chakra is out of balance! Do not freak out. It is not abnormal to have chakras out of balance. Working as a Pranik Healer for the last decade I can assure you that most of us have imbalances in our chakras.

If this was like 2007, then I might have expected to hear- well, what is a chakra? But not now. We all know what they connote!

The sacral chakra is the second chakra, right above the muladhara or root chakra. It is roughly the area under your navel and is the seat of the womb. Even for men, they have wombs in the etheric realms. For we all, male and female were once a part of an androgynous being. Therefore males have female sexual organs and vice versa. So even if you do not have a physical womb, you have a subtle-body or etheric womb.

Feelings, sensations, emotions are experienced by this chakra. Pleasure, sensuality, intimacy, connection, orgasms are all felt here.

You know when you get turned on, how your body reacts is also felt here. When you purge something from your life, this subtle vibratory force allows for that to happen. If you are a yogi, then you know this feeling. When we begin to get into new asanas, our bodies often hurt, but underlying all that pain, there is transformation.

The sacral chakra makes you feel this transformation and all your body undergoes. If you are connected to this energy, you will have greater control over your body. Your hormones will be in balance, you will be light on your feet and creative, blissful.

Excessive weight gain, uterine/ prostate problems, impotence, sexual disfunction and many more issues occur when we are not balanced in the second chakra. Cultivating the energy here would make you MINDFUL. In fact a lot of mindfulness programmes are designed to trigger the sacral chakras creative response.

Now you ask me…what the fuck did I do to get the damn chakra out of balance? How could I have prevented this crap from happening? Relax…it is not your fault! Not one bit. See how society has created this dichotomy around SEX.

On one hand it is the very fundamental fulcrum of society and on the other it is maligned and repressed! How the fuck did this happen? And how this work? How can we recover from this juggernaut? This duality that the mind has perceived, that society has managed to ingrain has resulted in blocking and imbalancing the sacral chakra.

Sex is a very normal process during life as a human. So why such extremes? Sacral chakra imbalance! There is no appreciation of emotionality, no applause for passionate endeavours(unless it makes a lot of money and becomes a pop culture fad), no reaction to pain and suffering…none.

There is a hollowness in us. We are like hollow people. Living life like automaton. Never feeling things deeply, never letting emotions take control. I mean how can that even be? Loosing control is dangerous and you can be incarcerated for defiant acts that don’t agree with the system. Fuck you can be targeted for your views as well.

The age of the internet has shown us that. Look what is happening to Assange or Snowden. You can be targeted for speaking the truth! So loosing control is not a good idea if you wish to remain a free woman.

Look at society…since I began to consult with people for astro, tarot and psychic readings, I can tell you that about seventy percent people want to know about their love life. That is the primary question. Yes over money. And even when guys consult. All they want to know is when and how they will meet her, or is she the one, or when will we get married…blah blah…

Most issues are sacral chakra based. Divorce, rape, infertility, misogyny, the rape culture, hyper sexualisation of children all result from sacral chakra excesses and imbalances or blockages. Deep sexual trauma can be healed when we bring balance to this chakra and often many women have had children but were declared infertile by the doctors.

So how can we activate the energy of the sacral chakra?

  1. Connect the WILD WOMAN  ARCHETYPE inside yourself to the wild energy of Mother Earth! Go into the forest. Take off those shoes. Better even- take off all your clothes too, but please find a safe spot. Go with your soul tribe, your woman gang. Do whatever that makes you feel a deeper level of connection to her. Be mindful, be aware. Speak to Gaia and ask her to fill you with her wild and creative feminine energy. Feel the transmission of energy creeping through your feet and working its way through your whole body. The energy goes all the way to the sahasrara or crown chakra and then bring that energy back to the sacral chakra and let it be there. Then bring that energy in a ball right outside the chakra. Let it sit there. Feel your consciousness there. Hovering right in front of your sacral chakra. This, if done properly can really feel very powerful. Warmth usually spreads across my whole body, but my vagina feels this vibration very strongly. It feels a magnetic pull to Earth and throbs with pleasure! End this meditation with a wild dance. Let your body dissolve into the music. Become the music and drop your sense of identity.
  2. Beach please! Seriously just head to the beach if possible. Strip down to your bare skin(if you want to), run to the water and let your body go into the embrace of the waves. Let your body melt into the water. Don’t swim or do anything forcefully. Let the water guide you. Be mindful of the hissing of the seas, the salty taste, the smell that lingers…be aware of everything that you can. If you wish to concentrate on one sensation, do so without a single thought. Follow your breath and let your awareness dance around in the waves in front of you, crashing into you. Try to become one with the waves, let your ego construct float away. Forget who you are, just know you are as eternal as the seas of deep space! If you can’t, dip into a tub after you’ve chucked some EPSOM salt in. Or get a pedicure and manicure at the very least!
  3. Do something pretty! I know Venus is retro and Astrologers tell us not to do any major beauty procedures till she goes direct, right? If you subscribe to that view, then that’s rad! Don’t do anything hardcore. But you can always start by taking the yoga class because at the end of it all, yoga will prettyfy you like no makeup can! Don’t believe me? Try it! Also remember to see beauty in whatever you can. But don’t buy the whole shop and tell me look, you asked us to see the beauty in everything!!?!! lol! What I mean is- look at the cuppa coffee you ordered. Isn’t it beautiful? The aroma? The colour? The presentation?Appreciate it and whatever else catches your fancy. Like the stars above, the dark night, a light breeze, the purple clouds right after sunset! Just find your thing and fall in love. Keep in mind that try not to propose marriage during a Venus Retro because you might feel differently later on. So hold your horses with long term commitments. But then again, if it feels right to you, go ahead. Even if it turns out to be a mistake, it was always your mistake to make. Everything is a potential teacher and a mistake teaches us a lot. About life, about love…so I hate to label times as auspicious and inauspicious…because I accept things to be beautiful as they are!

Nothing energises the sacral chakra as acceptance! Acceptance of who you are, as a person, as a woman! Embrace it woman! For to be a woman is special.

So get working on those sacral chakra portals to activate them to take you to a more 5D awareness of love and sex. Oh and of course this energy helps you manifest your twinflame. But that is again, another discussion…

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ART IS BY CHANEL BARAN