The Reclamation Of Women

My left hand gently stroked her head as she wailed with the most gut-wrenching of screams. A sound so chilling, it would once buckle me…now a common-place tapestry I dance with, weaved throughout my days.

With my other hand…I held hers, lovingly…saturating her in a ferocious & conscious love for HER freedom. Steering her through the mud.

She dripped in tears and sweat, not knowing where one began, and the other one ended. Body writhing. Fingers clenching. Confused. Out of control….But for the first time…free! “FUCK MEN…FUCK YOU…I FUCKING HATE YOU…DAD YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE…WHY??!!” - She bawled, with her mascara river enveloping her ears. Renouncing. For this human has experienced levels of wrong-doing unbeknownst to me.

I increased the energy. I increased the love. Higher & higher she rose in her vivacious reclamation of her womanhood. Spitting out anything which was no longer welcome in her being. Showing her teeth…but grabbing my arm...just in case.

I watched, as I always do, in awe at the power of this life when its invited back home.

She purged and purged, for what seemed like an eternity, until there was nothing left.

Then…silence. Stillness. Existence.

She assumed it was done, yet I knew it was only beginning.

I shifted the frequency, & like a gust of wind, the bliss cascaded up through her legs & thighs, massaging its way through her pelvis & flooding her heart. Electricity, pulsing. “Oh my god what is this?” - she shrieked. “Your femininity” - I replied. She burst out laughing, letting go of my arm, arching her lower back, receiving...Falling right down deep into her exquisiteness. Her deliciousness. Her birthright.

My work with women has been one of the most challenging, terrifying, and humbling commitments of my entire life. It continues to show me just how looked after we truly are, when we choose to courageously return home. Thank you! Profoundly!

Chris