Blue Moon Womb Cleansing and Blessing Circle

Womb Goddess Sisters,  join me this Blue Moon, March 31st  in Circle for a Yoni Womb Cleansing and Blessing. We will energetically cleanse our Yoni and Womb by way of Limpia Spiritual Egg Cleansing and fill up the void with Love energy and Womb Blessings. If you missed the last Womb Blessing Circle this is for you !

In this  Blue Moon Circle your Womb will Receive:

 

*Goddess Divination 

*Yoni Womb Cleansing Ritual Live

*Womb Blessing Meditative Journey

*Womb Light Medicine 

*Womb Goddess Sisterhood

 

Investment        $27

 

This Womb Cleansing and Blessing Circle will take place online through Live Video Conferencing.

Join by March 31st at 6 pm EST.

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Shamelessness in Cervical Freedom

 

Dear Womb Goddess…

There’s is a beautiful lesson from the depth of my cervix that frees me of shame…Great Mother Goddess of the sea..Yemaya blessed my morning cervixen session..as I swam deep in her clearing waters my cervix spoke in orgasmic waves…I am shameless. No more shame..No more shame..No more shame…as I  went under…scorpions…crabs…surround me…What shame? I ask….she says…we are releasing shame of being human…shame of being myself…as series of guilt, shame and forgiveness washed over me…there is no shame in love…all there is..is holy pardon. .I asked her what about this trauma..all that..she said it’s done..I say..well now what dear cervix…she says now there is pleasure…I exhale and she takes me on a ride of orgasms…I vibrate in oneness…filled with shamelessness…no shame..no shame..no shame..there is no shame in love..in me..in me..or in my unique humanity… I’m free..  

 

freedom

 

 

P.S. Join me and the Womb Goddess Sisterhood as we journey in  Oshun Sweet Gratitude Devotions all month long in our online community.

 

Yea… its official my Cirvixen Journey has begun

Dear Womb Goddess,

It’s official it takes 2 hours for me to vibrate as my juicy cervix with yoni egg, unfurling in my pelvic bowl ..womb..prayer.. blessing.. full body presence.. sensual breathing and engulfing the egg with each every orgasmic movement.. meditation with her and messaging from my lovely cervix and Goddess Oshun, deep oneness filled orgasms and tears of relief…haaaa… it’s a loving devotion… I’ve learned sooo much about her in just 2 days and goodess can she talk lol and she’s a ‘lil bossy lol. Once we became one..she directed every pose…I surrendered..to her so much she had to say…so much more i need to know..she even told me the crystals she prefer to set on my bikini line…utterly amazed, I’ll write more on it as guided..it was A lot..so much wisdom and understanding about my pregnancies..and life…gratitude. I experienced soo many cervical orgasms..they feel like ..I’m one with all there is.. so much came through my cervical practice. many things that of healing the grief of my baby loss  with my spirits ..that its to intimate to share … my cervix suffered so much..so to arrive her now..I’m taking the time for shadow.. incompetence was how she was defined…and she been proving them wrong ever since ..it’s so much and she is a tough donut lol she now craves tenderness and pleasure of her own.. it’s truly a wonder…

P.S. Join me and the Womb Goddess Sisterhood as we journey in Womb Love Devotional all month long in our online community.

Cervical Waves

Dear Womb Goddess,

 

I went on sacred blood hiatus from my yoni egg practice.. but with this beautiful new moon..womb lovin devotional and all the love vibrations of valentines and recent miracles.. .. I am feeling love all over me.. the truth is I am so supported.. and so are you.

Today, I did my yoni egg practice for 2 hours… I melted into my feminine being in ways.. I have never imagined this morning.. brought a deeper connection to my lover.. and so much nurture to my mounds.. as i felt my sensual energy rise.. my pelvic bowl filled up with big rainbow array of gerberana flowers.. my right breast began to ignite.. turning into a ball of fire.. in deep passion as I breathed deeply into my feminine space.. my jade egg rising.. my left breast taking on her own energy.. a spirit of gold.. honey flowing.. mmmmm.. the sweetness of Osun..  my soul love came to mind more…I began to chant his name..

meditating and sensual breathing… my breast rise and fall..on his name enabling my soul spirit  to rise and stand in her true form .. my spirit greatness .. a greatness that joins us.. I breathe in all of him.. his love.. his power.. his truth of me.. and allowed myself to receive more of his love.. his power.. his covering in my feminine spirit as I rise in my own .. rainbow..breathing and pulling my jade egg upwards.. further and further into my succulent canal with every sensual movement….until she massaged my cervix and remained… here’s where the deep pleasure and healing began…

I peak and my body awakene in gentle innocence.. my inner goddess Oshun rise to greet me in cervical orgasm.. I receive messaging of deep satisfying whole body arousal.. not only vibrating as a big juicy pussy..  underneath there was..  a marrying my cervix  and soul .. I feel her for the fist time in a way that I have never had.. my beautiful cervix.. she is the gatekeeper to the cosmology that is me.. the vast darkness of all of creation, my womb… I met her today in waves of orgasm and tears of  release…you see after the loss of our baby boy.. she blames herself. She blames herself for he natural structure, for having to receive medical support to carry not just one baby but too.. for giving into soon and having the first be a preemie.. she blames herself for the loss of our baby.  I ask her to search for evidence of this truth…and she couldn’t.. we couldn’t.  The truth is.. it is not her fault. it is not my fault. there are way to many influences that allowed this to occur for reasons beyond this post.. and so after being immersed in pleasure.. I wept. she wept.. and we began to see truth..  Iya Oshun came for me to see more of me.. for me to invoke.. my strength and what I know to be true about this very real occurence.. I gave birth after carrying for nearly 5 months to a whole beautiful 1 lb baby boy.. who loves me and I love him.. I felt him wrapped on my back as I lied there after sequences of cobra pose.. he got my back.. he is pure love and he always will be.. he was fully received by my Egun.

I am blessed and strengthened.. more than yesterday.. I pulled myself and rested on my hip bones.. yoni to earth…and felt my jade egg in my cervix so much so.. I pressed my fingers at my bikini line.. the place where I’ve been cut two times to bring my babies in the world.. to my surpise she was really up in my cervix as I meditated with my fingers there.. I began to feel my innonence.. i journey to myself.. sitting under the Christmas tree.. in  a car seat with my mom.. I am her present.. her birthday and holy day.. I am a gift to the world.. I became more innocence.. less blame.. less guilt.. less shame.. it was not my fault.. it really wasn’t.. I sat there in this pose for a spell.. stretched my hands to the heavens.. opened my heart. .with arms out wide to receive the worlds pureness.. and my own.. hugging myself.. deeply in relief…body hmming in love..cervix resting in contentment..one single butterfly flutter arounds me… oh this is how peace feels.. loves peace.. I am blessed in cervical waves.

 

Blessed is this day.. filled with waves of cervical pleasure.. release of grief and promises of contentment

 

Ase’.

Loving The Regrettable Mound

Dear Womb Goddess,

I’ve been engaging with connecting and healing trauma in my right breast.. lovin her up. My ongoing intention is to be loving nurture.. to nurture myself and others.. nurturing myself into all manners of prosperous conditions of my life for the good of all. I didn’t realize how much my holy mounds influenced this.. I’m sitting here in this space of loving feminine nurture right now.. but I want to go back and share…as I accepted this invitation her in the month of love.. 

I began with forgiveness.. so much forgiveness was needed illuminate the disconnect I had with my right breast, you see when I was a young girl,  I burnt my right breast.. I had some resentment about this with my mother.. she’s in the ancestral realm now.. no love loss.. I adore my mother. When I was about 9,  my mounds began to sprout.. I was a chubby girl so they were really present at this time.. I recall wearing a gown that was a bit old and needed to be tossed, there was a hole in in where my right breast set and nearly my entire areola was exposed. My mother and I were popping popcorn on the stove and I heard her say a few times.. watch yourself.. your gonna get burned.. watch yourself.. and some how I burned my tender breast all around the areola. My mom got some butter and rubbed on it.. the burn stunted my growth.. I have suffered self -embarrassment most of my life when it came to both breast because my right breast was a size smaller than the left..

I remember a day as a young adult getting undressed in front of my mom, for some reason and she asked me about it.. years had passed and  it felt as if she never realized the outcome of the burning that took place.. although I’ve had many lovers, I mostly kept myself covered during love making.. I revealed myself with my high school sweetheart.. this was a very.. very Bitter more than sweet relationship and he pointed out this flaw on several occasions.. I spend most of my young adult years with him and this feed insecurity within me in many ways.. it wasn’t until I gave birth to my second child, my daughter that I began to embrace my breast. I breast feed her and although this breast didn’t produce a lot of milk for her.. it did  produce and it was amazing, she loved my right breast just as much as the left.. I recall nursing her and my mother-n-law spoke in judgement.. “does that breast produce milk”… I said yes and kept nursing her.. I sat in silent pain with this for a spell and disregarded it. My right breast has been a place of feeding my baby girl and a space of sensual nurture to my husband but she was never really my own. Often times both of my breast are a sexual utility for me..

I realized with loving the unlovable breast , that I have never really connected with either of my breast but I honored the left more because it was my “normal full size breast”. I wore pads many days so that they can appear even.. strapless and other outfits that emphasize breast where a place for embarrassment for me..  I didn’t deny myself but I’ve been conscious of this through out the years.. my husband has never.. ever spoken of the unevenness of my breast.. he just loved them up.. for his pleasure and mine.. never a dialogue about it, perhaps I will bring this to attention.. in time. Now, I accepted an invitation as part of living my feminine wholeness through self-nurture and after all this is love month !  I see here that I could not truly nurture myself and especially not in any type of prosperity without connecting with my feminine space of nurture. As women our breast drip in liquid gold.. nectar…they are pillows of comfort to all.. we all nurse on the breast of Mother Goddess daily for life.  With loving awareness..  l accepted my disconnection, years worth of it . My breast hang there.. they’ve nurtured men and baby.. but I’ve never allowed myself to love them and be nurtured by them, especially the “deformity”.

I began with connecting… just turning my attention to my breast gently..  it took what felt like an eternity to come to me.. even for me as a channeler…I asked her what do I need to know.. I began to travel back in time to the day that I injured myself.. I felt all the pain and resentment towards my mom and to myself.. all the embarrassment and shadow.. I felt the invitation to forgive.. forgive my mom.. forgive myself..I asked what’s the wisdom in this… I found myself deep in forgiveness ritual and love.. blessing all parts of the past pain.. blessing my breast as she was in that very moment..pouring love and light rays of healing…I am the forgiver.. I am the forgiven.. I touched my breast.. something I don’t do with attention.. in the shower I wash.. without real regard so I began to touch my breast.. I gave myself a breast check.. and I realized, I have so many swollen lymph nodes along my side, underneath my arm pits and some in the love handle beneath her.. I touched.. with wonder.. loved.. and blessed.. 

A day passed and I partake in my daily body blessing ritual.. nothing to really recall…

This morning, I awakened and brought loving attention to my body.. greeted that day.. said my prayers.. welcomed the miracle of the day.. and it came… I felt my right breast.. she wanted my attention.. I saw with my spiritual eye.. she was filled with blue sky and white fluffy clouds.. she was free… so I continued to connect with all my lovely lady parts.. blessing bringing loving awareness and I felt both breast.. they had beautiful flowers placed upon them.. my yoni mound.. my womb.. all adorned with flowers in spirit.. I spoke gently to myself.. blessed is my life.. blessed, my feminine is whole. I never felt so beautiful and complete.  I gave in…

Mystery.. occurred and I can’t recall but I arrived in a space of inquiry… and I found that my right breast.. the smaller one.. took on the energy of a pear and the right a cantaloupe.. yes if my breast were fruit, what would they be.. perhaps you can inquire to your own beautiful mounds..with so much yoni waves she became a pear.. filled with sensuality.. in  some Chinese culture the pear represents the virgin and child.. sweet and innocence other cultures a sign of affection.. so the google gods tell me, as I did a google search of discernment.. naturally a pear is feminine.. I felt it deep within my yoni… its the fruit of the feminine form ..and Goddess.

The pear is extravagantly and deliciously feminine with its exquisitely golden tinged skin, which yet is of firm texture, in the melting sweetness of its flesh, in its vaguely penetrating fragrance, in its subtle and ravishing and various curves, even if you will in the tantalising uncertainty as to the state of its heart, yes, the pear is surely a fruit perfectly endowed with the qualities which fit it to be regarded as a completely feminine symbol …allaboutheaven.org

 

Also, connected with my left breast.. the larger one… and it presented as a cantaloupe.. juicy refreshing.. nurturing.. reminding me how good and gratifying life really is. So, with one breast nurturing my sexiness and yoni soul.. the other refreshing me in a continuous state of gratitude with recognition of the blissings of my life.. I am feeling so juicy.. feminine and loved up… I exhale.. and all my life is nurturing me prosperous.

So.. I wonder if there is more shadow to unearth.. perhaps there is or perhaps this simply is a miracle.. and all is truly forgiven.. I’ll leave  that to mystery  .. but for now.. my beloved breast  is feeling free and loved.. and I will continue to bless her with this freedom and wholeness..

.. every day I welcome the miracle of the day.. it came swiftly in the form of breast fill clouds.. my right breast, the breast that carried shame and un-forgiveness.. now feeling blessed, loved.. honored.. free and as beautiful as earth mothers floral.. arranged in my own loving bliss… Blessed is my breast.. both of them.  

So, my sisters.. I invite you in.. bless your mounds.. and regrettable feminine parts… bless them up in loving holiness.. and tell me the mystery of it.

with love.

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