3 Things to do to Raise Your Orgasmic Energy

A Woman's Body is the mystery and wisdom of the feminine.

It is the temple, the treasure house of the divine.

There is nothing so complex nor nothing so subtle as the body.

As a single atom contains all the secrets of the matter, the body contains all the secrets of the universe.

Do these words above feel a little too far off the mark for you ?

Do they make you think “well that is alright for some, I just don't have time to be that in touch with my body ?

I get it.

With all the possibilities to be a wild woman in touch with her sexuality sometimes it can just feel overwhelming and too out there with not enough time to be with one self.

When I started on this journey of self empowerment through my pleasure I was sure I would have to foster out my child, find a patron to cover my living expenses and move to the jungle cutting myself off from all civilization just to find time to find my sexy self.

But alas.

I did not.

Here are 3 simple practices that you can do nearly every day or at least every 3 days to feel more and more in touch with your depths as a feminine woman and fall deeper and deeper into the secrets of your universe .

1. Pussy to Heart Connection.

This is beautiful to do before you even get out of bed in the morning.

Place one hand on your heart and the other on your pussy. You could choose to have your hand over your underwear or under your underwear touching your beautiful pussy directly.

In your minds eye visualize a stream of golden or white light connecting the two.

With each breath in, imagine the breath traveling from your pussy up to your heart following this stream of golden or white light.

As you breathe out this light is going out to the world around you. From your pussy, through your heart to the world around you.

Do this as many times as you like.

To add to the potency of this breath, squeeze your perineum muscle ( the one that you squeeze when you are stopping urine flow ) as you breathe in.

Let the muscle go when you breathe out.

2. Strengthen Your Vaginal Muscles Whilst in the Shower.

This is best done with a Crystal Yoni Egg. But if you don't have one you can use your fingers.

Kim Anami is well known for her prowess in the Vaginal Weight Lifting department with photos of her lifting items such as surfboards on Bondi Beach Australia, and coconuts n Bali.

But there is another way you can start to strengthen the internal muscles of your Vagina without using weights.

Simply string dental floss through your drilled Yoni Crystal Egg with enough length in the floss to hang down between your legs.

Once in the shower squat to insert your egg.

Once inside squeeze your egg with your vaginal muscles as you tug strongly on the floss string as if you were trying to pull the egg out.

Squeeze and tug, then rest, squeeze and tug, then rest.

The idea is to strengthen your muscles creating resistance to the egg being pulled out.

You can push the egg right up to your cervix and practice with that band of muscle group in your Vagina. Then shift the egg to the middle part of your vagina strengthening this group of muscle then the entrance of your vagina.

Yes.

Your Vagina has 3 sets of muscles in her. Isn'''t she just G L O R I O U S ?

If you don't have A Yoni Crystal Egg then using your finger is also going to give you results.

When you squat in the shower slowly insert you own finger ( Or Your beloveds !! ) and practice squeezing the three different muscle groups around your finger. This way you can get a real sense of the internal world of you Vagina.

The original Kegels exercise created by Doctor Kegel uses either a finger or metal tool inserted into the woman's vagina. To build muscle you need feedback and response which does not happen when there is nothing for your muscles to hold onto.

What doctors are calling Kegel Exercises today are not the original exercises and wont do much to build strength.

3. D A N C E

Yes dance.

Don't wait for the weekend and that club with your favorite DJ playing to get those hips of your moving. Dance every day. Even if it is just to one song in the mornings as you are waiting for your tea, coffee or cup of cacao to brew. Play that one song loud and go for it.

Happy feminine rising l o v e r s

Dive into the universe of who you are as w o m a n.

Always with Love and so much Pleasure.

Melissa Louise.

Sacred Pleasure Journey

Empowerment Through Pleasure

Presents

Sacred Pleasure Journey

1/7/17 – 20/7/17

Congratulations on choosing YOU and your Pleasure.

Your Radiance as a woman is your biggest gift to the world.

In this three week journey you will be supported, guided and celebrated in your pleasure.

Once you have paid by clicking the link  Yes To my Pleasure 

you will be receiving an email from me with getting ready details and links to join our private support face book page.

Thank you for choosing this Journey and I am so looking forward to being with you as we explore our sensual pleasurable selves and all that may contain.

Many Blessings, Love and Pleasure.

Melissa

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The Art Of Ritual

Rituals

 

Rituals have played an important role for centuries.

Namely religious and spiritual based the act of performing rituals is something that we as humans have been doing since the beginning of time.

( I am sure I was there, but I just don't remember the details at the moment )

Our rituals become our habits. But in place of habits, rituals are moments we create to create our moments of prayer, gratitude and manifestation.

Rituals can also play a huge role in grounding ourselves into our day, at the end of a day and at the beginning of a coming together.

Rituals also play a role in creating a sense of safety and protection and a way to quell nerves before an event. Like going to a job interview, entering your house at the end of the day after a long day away, before a competitive event or when your child comes home from school.

In the late 1940s, anthropologist Bronislaw Malinowski lived among the inhabitants of islands in the South Pacific Ocean. When residents went fishing in the turbulent, shark-infested waters beyond the coral reef, they performed specific rituals to invoke magical powers for their safety and protection. When they fished in the calm waters of a lagoon, they treated the fishing trip as an ordinary event and did not perform any rituals. Malinowski suggested that people are more likely to turn to rituals when they face situations where the outcome is important and uncertain and beyond their control – as when sharks are present.

My rituals are a long way from shark infested waters.

But my favourite ones do include water.

On rising in the morning I religiously drink warm water with the juice of a lemon and a decent splash of cayenne pepper, to waken up my sleepy digestion.

I then do a combination of dry skin brushing, face washing with aloe vera and egg white and I say hello to my beautiful self.

In fact before I even get our of bed I smile to myself and whisper “Thank you Thank You Thank You” in immense gratitude to spirit as I hear the sounds of the jungle waking up around me.

After my self care I like to do some yoga and a few of the 5 Tibetans.

One ritual that my son and I make sure we do every morning is our Morning hug.

This entails us laying down on the bed or on huge cushions as we laugh, tickle and re tell our dreams from the night before.

This is one of my favourite ways to connect with my son.

After all of this my all time rock on ritual is self pleasure .

 

And to self pleasure by the river on a rock in the jungle is the best way for me.

I go down to the water hole on the property with my coconut oil and a rug and find my favourite rock to lie on.

And I walk through the jungle bare footed.

Skin on the earth is the surest way to connect to your

Wild Womban.

 

What ever it is that I am wanting to call in I think about and imagine having it in my life now.

With Morpho butterflies and hummingbirds flying all around I bring myself to delicious orgasm shooting my energy up to the universal cup of dreams and manifestations.

After this with the hugest smile on my face and warm fuzzies running through my belly I swim and exercise under the water fall in the water hole.

Pura Vida in deed. 

Pure life at its best.

Happy Ritual making.

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Have a glorious day

Melissa in the Jungle of Costa Rica

The Shadow

 

SHADOW

Love & Light
part 2



"Stick to the love and light vibration and the world just about guarantees your wildest dreams will come into manifestation.”

What happens when the only dreams happening are nightmares?

 You wake to find that they are taking over your daily life and somehow the merry season is a fat cream cake of misery in a white dress?

Holy hell.

One has to ask how did it get to be this way ?

I have read a few of the books. 

Those love and light attraction manuals on how to live life.

I have sat in temples and drank the small cups of dark liquid.

I have breathed myself into ecstasy, let a truck load of shit go, danced into bliss, swam naked under water falls and prayed my heart out in front of altars that were large enough to be the full moon itself.

Sacred space and spirituality are degrees that I have been studying for what seems like my whole life in the university of the world amongst the classrooms of travel.

What I have come to realize is that there is no graduation. 

 

 

The layers are infinite to peel and the onion was not a spring one to begin with.

With all this love and light injected into perfumed oils, intentions written on cute little cards and dancing circles so sacred that they come with ankle bells and skull rings flanking the perimeter we forgot to accommodate the shadow. 

And be aware.
The shadow is everywhere.

The shadow is lurking behind everyone that chants in the new year and follows even the simplest Sadhu.

Shadows are known to get stuck and fester in those long dreadlocks amongst the beads and wooden trinkets.

Shadows hide in the bohemian wardrobe behind silk kimonos and vegan shoes.

Way too much effort is given to looking the part distracting ourselves with adorning feathers from forests far far away. 

Crystals mined from deep with in our sacred mothers core shimmer dancing light in front of our eyes turning our attention to the beauty of love whilst ignoring the depth of despair.

Whilst the cliques of well dressed love and light groupies draped in their new age have to have now fashions frolic at endless sunset DJ sets the shadow is having a field day festering in the darkness waiting for its moment of frightening glory.

With out the shadow the light does not exist.

 With out the shadow the light is neither love filled nor is it bright.

 It would be a vastness of nothing that crept over our wonderland of yoga studios and raw chocolate bars leaving a swamp of grey.

The darkness is not something that can be ignored for too long either.

You can shove it to the back of your wardrobe with the leggings that are so quickly out of vogue, but leave it their too long and it will find its bells and give your anklet of tinkles a fucking racket to deal with.

Leave your shadow to is own devices is a dangerous thing.

 By the time you have the strength to timidly face it it will be larger than the fire you were dancing around on full moon and burn beyond anything ever imaginable in your vision quest truth searching path.

 The shadow will roar in its own defence whilst engulfing you like quick sand covering your sinking body as you struggle to find any reason why it should be there at all.

 Whilst you have been dancing at your love and light infused high vibe festival your shadow has been waiting impatiently in the car park for the show to finish.

It is time to open your arms and invite into your heart your very own shadow.

Because honey, it ain’t going no where.

And as much as the smile on you face and the warmth in your heartfelt hugs give joy to all of those around you, your shadow gives you the glorious gift of your divine balance in this world.

As with the cycle of day and night we move between the shadow and light of our own selves.

Running from our fear of what we have within us that appears sharp and uncomfortable is akin to leaving the light on at night trying to sleep.

 It may work to cover up some shit, but in the end when exhaustion catches up with us we find ourselves sobbing under the covers unable to leave the room and run.

Instead we stumble and fall.

 With grazed and bruised knees we have to somehow become friends with the wounds that can’t be bandaged to stop the bleeding.

Make your shadow a cup of tea.

I don’t care if it is herbal or not.

Taking time to hear what your shadow has to scream at you will do more for your self esteem, self worth and personal growth than ordering those hip new yoga threads online negotiating wether Amazon ships to your out of the way village in some foreign country.

Honoring your shadow will shift you deeper than any ticket to the newest hippie festival serving a truck load of drugs with its permaculture principles.

Invest in your shadow and create altars for the darkness. 

Tell stories of its vileness over raw zucchini pasta and invite the shadows of your friends to the most debortious slaughter enhanced dinner party imaginable.

Celebrate your shadow and let it shine baby !!

It has your back, believe me.

Love your shadow to the moon and back for christ sake.

Love & Light

 

 

LOVE and LIGHT

 part 1

 Love and the light is just damn well everywhere these days.

Particularly at this time of year. Ho Ho Ho and the Christmas cheer is wrapped around us like a present under the tree.

White washed walls of churches gleam with a saintly pureness whilst the deafening laughter of children playing endlessly on the beaches.

A tad overwhelming to some of us.

 Love and light.

It even comes in the overpriced green smoothies we drink from the must be seen at cafes.

More love can be added via spoonfuls of super food boosting our bodies with extra vitality and doses of light with each sip.

 

The light is bright and relentless in these super food high vibe times we live.

Advertising billboards flash sets of pearly teeth that gleam perfectly white and bright over purchases that are surely to make you that extra holiday happier.

Love and fucking light is glaring us in our shell shocked faces.

 Positive affirmations are stated as we stretch into yoga asanas originating from the ghee and curry filled India.

 So much love and light has been added to the world of yoga that even cooked food has nearly become obsolete.

Main stream health now a days has lost its healthy belly and is full of skinny raw vegan injected neuroticism of privileged 4WD drivers running the organic only corporation that we have become.

Love and light now comes in a power suit.

Not enough love and light in your Costa Rican holiday? 

 

Lights of a thousand colours are offered at retreat centers in the small cup of black thick foul tasting liquid served as medicine by someone that shakes a rattle wearing seeds and feathers from the forest around their necks.

Love and light.

 

 It is damn well everywhere.

 Buy it, drink it, gift it or chant it into existence.

Take a selfie at sun set on the beach with palm trees by your side. 

 

Instagram it into your public profile with fluffy words proclaiming how much you have grown since arriving in paradise.

 Order a sachet of love and light with your new yogi stretch pants or wear it around your neck with lotus and rose quartz.

Love and light.
 

If you don’t have it by now then you are not practicing enough.

Stick to the love and light vibration and the world just about guarantees your wildest dreams will come into manifestation.

The Best Love Affair

 

The Best Love Affair

A Sunday evening crawling off of the beach as the sun sets is a good Sunday in deed.

When the beach is flanked by coconut trees and the streets leading away from the shore are also made of sand with most of the traffic being bicycles and pedestrians, it really feels like a Sunday that is stretching every minute to the ultimate in it s lazy afternoon feel. There is no where else to be but in the moment of salt drenched hair and sun kissed skin.

In this soft glow of Sunday bliss I came across a lady I know from the markets where I live in the mountains.

She looked amazing. Her skin was glowing, her long blonde hair was soft and shiny and the smile on her face was brilliant. That smile gave a lot away. There was something going on. She was brighter than I had ever seen her.

As I sat next to her she just continued to look at me grinning like a Cheshire cat whom had found and licked the cream.

"Ok honey" I said. "What is going on? You are beaming and it really suits you. What has happened?"

"Well, " she said. " I have a boyfriend"

 

" I knew it! It had to be really good sex or pregnancy"

"It is amazing". She said. " I am so happy"

And it showed.

She was a woman radiating. Her happiness was contagious and it was a pleasure to be around her.

This woman in lust then went on to tell me all the things that had shifted since the beginning of this new relationship. 

She had stopped drinking coffee, her acne had calmed down, she had lost weight, started exercising, sleeping better and now fitted into her old jeans.

Life was more than peachy. It was like a shiny Christmas ball ball hanging proudly on the tree.

And from where I was sitting it was working. 

The transformation was obvious and beautiful.

 

I returned to my home in the mountains happy for her and wondering when the hell it would be my turn. There was no electricity when I stumbled into my house so I went to bed early wavering between feeling content and de-flunked. This yo yo of being happy on my own and wanting to be in a relationship was one I have grappled with for seven years now. 

Waking this morning before the sunrise, even before the howler monkeys I was still thinking of this phenomenon of how many of us shine when we are in love.

After seven years of being single I knew that I did not really want to wait until I was in love with someone else to have the opportunity to shine.

I had caught myself last night as I blew out the candles self criticising parts of my body that I was not happy with and have not been for forty years, pathetically concluding to myself this is why I am not in love and glowing.

Oh how the mind falls back into self lacerating in those vulnerable moments.

Just before five am the monkeys started to wake howling their way into the dawn.

I went and laid out on the balcony, naked, on the Alpaca rug I bought my son when in Peru.

Seriously. Could it really get better than this?

If I am not in a love affair with some fabulous man that I find completely gorgeous then the person left to be in a love affair with is me.

To fall completely head over heels and madly in love with myself.

To love and adore myself as I am, flaws and all.

To appreciate and honor myself and all that I do.

To treat myself as I would treat a lover.

I want to see if I can elevate my energy of love within my own self. Entering this relationship of self love with my own being.

To carry that glow and shine my light as who I am with only myself to thank for.

I live in a country where the men like some trunk on a woman. They appreciate the form of a lady that leaves her girl like figure behind in those teenage years.

So it is about time I also do the same.

With the sun slowly rising with a midst falling over the ridge, I began my self love affair lying on Alpaca wool. I appreciated the body that is mine. I giggled in adoration and asked myself what it is I would really like to be doing in that moment.

With no buts, if's or should be's I put on my boots and a silk kimono and went down to the water hole and swam with extreme delight in the very fresh water as humming birds flew around searching for nectar in the flowers around me.

In this morning of the beginning of a love affair with myself I caught much of the head talk that is like a tape on repeat. I stopped the negative berating and replaced it with soft smiles and giggles. As I appreciate the water that flowed over my body I appreciated how far I have come with the body I have. The strong body and big heart that is mine.

Even if it is only me that thinks it, at least I think I am awesome and worth living with and adoring in this nature wonderland i am so lucky to live in.

The green green forest of Costa Rica.

 

Ritual Of the Feminine

 RITUAL of the FEMININE

A dear friend I know posted a photo of herself on Facebook with a red dot on her forehead.
 The red dot was of her moon blood. 

 
She had been to a sacred circle of women the night before where in ritualistic ways they honored the female Luna cycle of bleeding each month and other aspects of the feminine.
With in the first day she received comments and a note from a particular male friend whom threatened to de-friend her for posting such a picture and making it public that she did such a thing.
"Go ahead and de-friend me" was her reply.

Yesterday I was in a school meeting with parents teachers and the school facilitators.
We were discussing solutions centered around empowering the children. I raised the subject on supporting the girls as a group with learning how to honor their body and celebrate their moon times when they arrive.
The reaction from the parents of the girls was to me concerning.
They arranged from shock, disbelief and extreme dis-comfort. 

And these were the parents with the girls.

This is how I see it.
Half the population on this planet bleed.
We bleed, we breed and the population of the world actually continues largely due to this incredible phenomena of menstruation. With out  a womb, a baby can not be conceived nor grow. With out menstruation the female body does not prepare itself for the growing of a a baby and with out that, we dwindle and die as a race. 

This of course does not take into consideration the fact of modern science producing artificle ways of re creating this process, but all in all, the former is basically how it works.

We have a society that already has it s head in the sand regarding the infiltration and wide spread of sexual abuse. As a common rule we still do not want to to talk about that too much either. It is uncomfortable. Of course it is. What is more uncomfortable is having to admit that continuing to go ahead as we are is not contributing to the solution.

 

A long side with many subjects that involve talking about the female body, being female and the danger we often feel we are in by just being in this world, the subject of our monthly bleeding cycles is one that many are uncomfortable to discuss or even hear about. And many of these people are women them selves. Mothers and Grandmothers that pass on the shame from generation to generation because that is all they know.

The propaganda of advertising lets us know how shameful our menzies are. Each time of the month we must must take pills so we can return to work instead of listening to the pain our bodies are using to bring attention to what is going on inside emotionally and/or physically.
Each month we must spray sweet smelling chemicals to hide our natural odor and use endless products to keep the shame away and throw it all in the bin. When we do bleed, many women keep it a secret and have been taught it is an inconvenience rather than a celebration.
We are taught to see it as something that stops us doing everything we want and not taught to use it as a time to reflect and honor our need to rest and be inward.

Sadly for a long time in many cultures girls and women are taught that our moon time is bothersome, a nuisance and even dirty.
This time is cloaked in shame with no rights of passage, no guidance and generally hidden away.
We are brought up to believe that menstruation is a biological disadvantage, making us emotional, unreasonable and unreliable workers.
The thought of even touching our own blood is inconceivable for many.  This shame then leads into our sexuality resulting in shame of our bodies at large and handing over our pleasure to the masculine as we go through our lives not knowing or connecting with our inner power and sacredness as women.

 

Our bleeding is a beautiful thing.
 It is our entry into womanhood.
 It is a thing to celebrate.
The arrival of our blood each month symbolizes the letting go from the womb the preparation of nurturing a baby. Instead, our blood can nurture mother earth and even ourselves.
“When the women of the world return their blood to the earth. Mother earth will know peace is on its way.” 
Your blood has powerful magical and spiritual properties. It will enrich and bless the land it is given back to.

Homeopathic remedies can be made with your own blood.
Placing your menstrual blood in the garden will add vitality to the soil and I have personally seen a garden of mine thrive once I placed my own blood into the soil every month.

Rituals centered around our monthly bleeding allow us to recognize and honor who we are as women. To honor the  monthly cycle our bodies move through for the purpose of creating life. Our blood represents our inner power as women.


Although there are many changes to our perception of how we raise our children and speak to our sons and daughters regarding the beautiful changes in our bodies, many of us are re writing the script form scratch.  

The step forward is to first imagine a culture that honors women's bleeding time as sacred. Then the next step is to initiate that.

Ignite this idea by stepping into your own sacred rituals and inviting your sisters to do the same. Invite mothers and daughters and share the beauty and sacred power of being a woman.  There use to be a time when a women's sexuality was not separate from spirituality. We have that in us so lets be together in bringing this back into our lives as we live abundantly and thrive.

Understand that a woman s bleeding time is of deep introspection, shedding outward responsibilities and time to retreat into your own world.
It is a time to reconnect with yourself and reflect.

"Blood mysteries teach that menstrual blood and birthing blood are holy blood, power blood, healing blood.

 The blood mysteries teach us to remember that life and healing come from and return to woman, to the wise woman, to the woman who bleeds and bleeds. 

And does not die.

 For more information of moon rituals you could take part in and create of yourself go to The Red Web Foundation , www.theredweb.org
Other references include
www.tribedemama.com
Daughter Of the Sun Blog spot.