Sanctification of the sacred whore.

January 9, 2022

The first thing I want to talk about in 2022 is sacred sexuality and sanctification of the Sacred Whore

What is sacred? What is it to sanctify something? The word sanctify means to separate in order to make holy, to keep separate, to set apart as sacred and separate from the mundane, to hold it in reverence.

For example, the sabbath is sanctified because it is apart from the rest of the week.

Imagine a life where you are so intentional that you bless each act of your life with love and awareness. 

When you eat, you bless the food and hold it sacred. When you drink, even when you go to the bathroom, imagine giving thanks that your body, your vessel and your chariot, is working and functioning properly. 

What do you keep separate in your life for the sake of ritualizing? 

When I lived In my tiny home, everything had its designation. When the desk was like this, it was for work, but when it was in that position, it was for eating. Ritualizing the mundane. Elevating sacredness.

What is this about working from bed? 

My bed is sacred. It is for sleep and intimacy, not work. When we blend everything together, it looses its sanctity. It because a cheeseburger. 

So what about the sacred whore? 

The truth is - 

Sacred temple priestesses were the original sex slaves.

So  yes, reclaim the word whore.

Yes, own your sexuality. 

And. How do you hold your sex sacred? 

How do you sanctify your body and your kundalini rising?

The sacred whore.

How many propositions do you think a woman has had in her life? As in legit, I’ll give you 1k for an hour in bed.

Or propositions to well educated, powerful, intelligent women that if they just pose for some sexy photos, you’d pay them x. (Both of these propositions I’ve experienced many times).

How many women have healed their sexual partners. And then realized, no that’s not my role anymore. I’m not here to be used for your entertainment or to heal your barren fields through a sex ritual. Not anymore. 

The healing and wisdom we hold in our hearts and wombs is so much deeper than that.

As women, we can utilize our sexual and creative energy to heal the world, or we can use it to manipulate. But when we use it to manipulate, we have given away the power. 

As someone who has been in the coaching industry, I am here to call us out and to ask better of us because as women we set the tone.

To hold our sexuality sacred.

I know this will trigger and offend many people and… when I scroll Instagram, I see so many pictures of female bodies selling stuff that is not directly related to these sexual images. I see images of dildos selling business coaching. I see images of women in lingerie selling leadership.  

I invite a moment of deeper introspection and inquiry into what is our motivation?

I have some colleagues who are sex coaches or coaches helping women reclaim a once frozen sexuality. And certain sexual images make sense in this context. 

And then I see spiritual teachers and healers posing with their legs spread and I wonder.

Is this sexual empowerment? Or perversion.

Is this a reclamation of the sacred whore or another version of sex sells. 

I stand for sanctification of the body-temple, and I question the pictures in my scroll of ruffled beds and bras and dildos strewn about. 

For the sake of what? What is the message?

Where is spirituality? 

What is spiritual if not the sacred, and what is sacred if not that which is sanctified, and what deserves more to be sanctified than the body temple and sacred sex?

My sexual energy is not for the inter webs and hypnotizing of strangers. My sexual energy is not to seduce you and snare you. My sex has the power to radiate love to the edge of the earth and beyond and it is sacred, it’s energy I will cultivate within my own being, to give birth to projects that will bring healing to the world, to energize the healing energy I give to clients during sessions, to stimulate ideas and movements and revolutions of love and sacredness.

My revolution is to be feminine.

My revolution is to sanctify my sexuality.

My sexuality is not for sale and I do not use it to manipulate. My sexuality is so much more powerful than that.

My revolution is to heal the wounds of the sacred whore. To the woman who knows she has sold her body for her success, I’m speaking to you. To the man who has propositioned this woman directly or indirectly, supported the culture that objectifies and diminishes her power, I’m speaking to you, too.

I’ve had a journey with my sexuality. 

There was a period when I didn’t touch men at all. I had a complete boundary and practiced modesty, because I needed to know I was in control of my boundaries. Once I had learned those lessons, I moved on from that practice. 

But my whole life I have radiated sexual energy. So I’ve learned how to cultivate it. I’ve learned when to let it be felt and how to move it through my body and through a room of people, how to direct it away from certain people and towards other people. It’s quite thrilling. 

As we reclaim the sacred whore, let us not divorce sex from sanctity. How sacred can we hold the whore. She was sold and perverted and we all know that story. The revolution is to sanctify her. 

My revolution is that my sexuality is sacred, it is energy to move energy, to ignite movements of sacredness and reverence for the feminine body temple and for love, harmony, and union. And I will share my sexuality with discernment. My revolution is to resist the temptation to defy my temple for the gold and riches woven in the bricks that built it. Because then the temple is dismantled into a pile of bricks. 

I call forth women to hold themselves sacred and in sanctity. And I give you permission to do so and still be feminine. The feminine radiates love. 

I call forth men to hold themselves sacred and in  sanctity. I call forth men to hold women sacred and to bring sanctity to how you approach sex, social media, and purchases. 

This is the art of the feminine, sanctified sexuality, and the teachings of the sacred whore.

Welcome to 2022.

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