Practitioners of Orgasmic Meditation reported states marked by heightened clarity, connection, surrender, and immersive absorption. Hallmarks of flow.

History has a record of not welcoming those who want to stir the pot of the status quo in themselves or anyone who comes across their path.

What cannot be metabolized by the system must be denied or disguised. And so, she is taught the ritual of reversal, the public undoing of her own experience, the practiced apology for having been too much, too wanton, too alive.

Until woman is willing to take full custodianship of Eros she will remain estranged from her own soul. The moment she does, the world will no longer be built on her absence, but on the fierce, Erotic sovereignty of her return.

We know ourselves only in response—to culture, to expectation,
to man. We have not yet commenced the sovereign life.

True power has no need for theater.
It does not beg, seduce, or withhold. It simply is.

We have been seduced by shortcuts, selling out our wisdom for the safety and status of masculine-defined worlds, bartering away our value for conformity.

I make my way through this world using an acute sensory system I’ve spent decades fine-tuning. It’s a primordial knowing, the ability to feel the energy as it rises and moves through me.

Sisterhood is not optional in the Erotic path, it is essential, the ground that keeps a woman rooted.

Love is born of the constant vigilance we need to prevent us from fabricating the other. It is a courageous act.

The Age of Eros represents a fundamental shift: We are transitioning from survival consciousness into creative consciousness, from mere self-preservation into authentic expression and genuine fulfillment.

As the day unfolded, it hit me, this is OM’s day in court.