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.

Perhaps part of this is my awakening that I am not alone. There are people without dust in their eyes who see.

It is not me on trial—even if technically it is—it is the ideas that I live by.

Our wildness isn’t a flaw or problem to be managed—it’s our deepest source of creativity, passion, and authentic power.