My spiritual awakening didn't start with a magical kundalini awakening that sent orgasmic waves of bliss through my body (that came much later lol) It actually began with me quite literally crawling my way out of the depths of my own hell

The women I love have spirits that are unbreakable, in complete devotion to the divine. Their life experiences have not deterred them from living their best life but have only stirred their passions to reach beyond the darkest crevices of their shadows integrating them into the highest octaves of light.

What is freedom when your body has been a storehouse of pain and repressed trauma? What is freedom when your heart has harbored immense betrayal?