I send a wild call through the mountains and across rivers, to the wild sisters, the Priestesses of Sachamama, who in our birth rites received the powerful gifts of the Sexual Goddesses. We are they and they are we, and the shame-stricken lashings of the past no longer hold fast chains to our Sacred Holiness. And we strip ourselves of the Scarlet Letters that spell “harlot”, “provocative”, “witch”, “whore”. Labels created out of fear for the Sexual Goddess & Her Magic.
We silence the tongues of an age passed, where humanity forgot within itself that Creation within itself is the most Holy of Sexual acts: is a tree not the sexual creation of a seed planted in the Mother’s womb, fertilized by the Rain from the Father Sky? Life Force energy…for some of us this is a sacred sexual experience, and we hold fast to our truths in expressing the Magic that ensues when we embrace the Sexual Nature of the Mystery.
We are the Priestesses of Sachamama, the Daughters of Aphrodite, the Women who run with Wolves, the Sirens of the Celestial Oceans. For thousands of years, the brothels have remained the mimicked expressions of the Holy Temples of Isis, Temples of Delphi, Temples of Aphrodite, and the many other nameless fountains of the Goddess that bountifully flowed with the Sexual Energy of Creation.
The Sexual Goddess that resided in the woman was beaten down & dominated in fear of her power…the Temples turned to rubble in face of conquest. And as they fell, so did our inner Temples.
I was told to “pull my skirt down”, “stop flaunting your body”, “what will other people think of you?”, “don’t you know what signals you’re sending to the boys?”. Though this was the church, but the same subtle energy is present across our collective. Yet as we heal these woundings, we heal our own Sexual Goddess within us, we shed the Skins of Shame that were ours to hold for a time. Now we release them, empowered and uplifted, given as a sign of love and devotion to the organic sensual beings that we are.
I now find myself embracing my Sexuality, and all of it’s forms of worship. I embrace making love to the Divine in my practice and I embrace the embodiment of Divine Beings through my body as an offering of my sexual energy.
To me, Ayahuasca is a sexual experience, an offering of communion through sexual energy with a powerful plant spirit. To me, prayer is sensual, a poetic expression of love to the Universe. To me, my womb is a mirror of the Great Mother Earth, from which all Creation is birthed…and I honor it as so. To me, making love is the highest expression of soul connection that can exist in the physical body with another human being.
Monogamy, Polyamory, Celibacy, Hypersexuality, Bisexuality, Asexuality, Homosexuality, Serial Monogamy, Poly-Mono Relationships, Tribal Sexuality….there is no “right” way or “wrong” way to be. We may weave in and out of these perceptions, interchangeably, or follow none at all. But in my opinion, any form of sexuality practiced out of conditioned obligation is harmful to the soul, limiting to the expansive experience that sexuality can be, and is, in some way, a struggle that the vast majority of humans face.
I personally have begun to embrace my organic sexuality, embody my sexual being as the Goddess that I am, and I’ve begun pulling back that veil that I shielded Her for so long with, in fear of persecution from others. The Divine Feminine is Rising in all of us. The Kundalini is awakening in our Mother Earth, and it reflects in its awakening in us.
Sister Sirens, Priestesses, Dakinis & Wild Women, Worshipers of the Divine, Songstresses to the Most High….you know this message because you yourself have sung the sonnets of love to the Universe, and unto all Creation. We plant seeds on permaculture farms, we sing sacred songs, we dance in the rain, we make love, we take walks on beautiful days…and in it all is the Connection to Creation, the ultimate expression of Sensuality & Love Making.
Let us not be kept from the torches that are ours to hold. Those flames that burned dim for thousands of years now burn bright. The Mother Earth is Awakening, Her Spirit slithers up our Spines and connects us to the Father Sky through our Crowns…we are the Priestesses, Devadasis, Dakinis, Sexual Artists and Lovers unto the Divine. I stand my stance, look to the sky, exhale at Her energy flowing through my body…and I say a prayer of Gratitude for Remembering, in Strength to face the thousands of years of persecution, who I am: a Daughter of Mother Earth, Embodiment of the Divine Feminine, Priestess of Sachamama.