What if jealousy is not something to get rid of, but something to use? What if it isn’t a block to arousal, but a pathway into it?

I am one of the few women I know who has been able to make the journey back to a woman’s native terrain.

The sensing organ of consciousness, when it has no residue, will have untold, accurate sensitivity.

Lying is a beginner’s game. It is always about one thing: decreasing sensation.

There is an
invisible erotic dimension
woven into every part
of your life.

A shape-shifter bends and
re-forms to be loved, to be chosen, to avoid loss.
The dakini bends and re-forms to free you. The difference is absolute. 

Imagine a place inside you where everything you have buried waits—the thoughts you won’t speak, the desires too impossible to hold—pressed into the walls until even you forget them.

We discover that the deepest rest comes not from shutting down but from being fully engaged. The only requirement? A commitment to continuous connection—never turning off, never disconnecting from life’s current.

AI is evolving at a speed most people cannot comprehend, in a way that is nearly inconceivable unless you’ve done a lot of psychedelics or had a near-death experience.

What we often call grieving is something else entirely. Just as what we call love is often hate, what we call grief is often regret. It is performance, drama, the echo of what we did not do while that person was alive.