Opening

Sacred Erotica

I’m so fucking proud of myself.

Fifteen years ago, I began receiving visions. They came to me in dreams, meditations, and states of heightened erotic flow. Some felt grounded in reality, like a glimpse into a past life. Others felt symbolic, but representative of a frequency that was deeply alive. They were all sexual and spiritual in nature.

These visions were sourced in the deep past. They came from a time when people lived in clans and tribes. And though the visions were different, they often overlapped. Certain threads were always present~

The sacred nature of sexuality.

The unfolding of sexual practices in community. Sometimes the erotic communion occurred between two people, but it was always placed within a greater context of tribe.

Elders, and medicine men and women initiating the next wave of practitioners and teachers.

Sex as holy and generative.

Cultivating sexual energy and channeling it toward noble, high-frequency creations.

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Around the time these visions began visiting me, I also learned of the ancient Temple Priestesses. Every cell in my body lit up. Learning of these women seared through any social or religious conditioning I had, and vibrated me to my core. It was like looking inward at some deep, dancing part of me, a goddess template in human flesh.

At that time, I was nowhere near embodying Her. I still treated sex as a commodity. I used it to attract lovers, play, and feel secure.

But even though my sex was often drunk and giggly, it was also exhilarating. Compelling. Sometimes it was even holy.

The Temple Priestess in my pussy was the invitation who always returned. She was power, coded in pleasure. She thumped in meditation. She was aroused in jungles, near waterfalls, and where monkeys screeched. She sat on thrones and rode the backs of black panthers who were her lovers and royal escorts.

This energy, in Her endlessly muse-like strands of Eros, has called me since childhood. In time, I have learned to yield to Her flow.

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Following the breadcrumbs of your soul path is often a mind-fuck. The path is not linear. It is cyclical and spiral. It stops and starts. It makes no logical sense.

But I long ago forsook the need for logic. My faith is greater than my fear.

When I began receiving these visions, I wrote them down. I would wake up from an erotic dream and spend hours in bed, translating its essence onto the page.

As these visions coalesced into a collection, a new desire began to form- I wanted to share them with the world.

In my musings and explorations on publishing, I discovered a compelling term- a ‘chapbook’ was a small printed booklet that was a popular medium for street literature in early modern Europe. As I considered my growing collection, it seemed that a chapbook might be the perfect form for it to inhabit.

But as time went on, life happened, and the collection slowly faded from my awareness. I never published it as a chapbook, and instead shared it to my website in an obscure little corner of the internet. It got very little traffic, and I did nothing to promote it.

Then last year, I joined Substack and decided to give the collection a new home. Publishing it here felt like re-potting a plant. An upgrade.

However, after several months my work was reported as ‘pornographic,’ and I was temporarily demonetized.

I frequently find that this work lives right at the intersection of people’s desires and their triggers.

So once again, I had to find it a new home. Initially, I pulled it all down and reabsorbed it into my personal collection. Since then, I have waited patiently for guidance from Source.

Recently it arrived.

Publish it as an e-book, She whispered.

And thus began the journey.

It’s one thing to channel the work. It’s a whole other thing to master all the technology necessary to birth it into the world. Creating an e-book has required me to activate a very masculine skill set. Historically, I hate this type of work~ uploading, downloading, copyrighting, navigating government websites, teaching myself design skills, and so on. It’s not the fun part. But it’s necessary. This process has taught me a lot about the power of Union- merging feminine creativity with masculine structure to give birth to physical form.

And I have. As of today, I am proud to introduce ‘Opening: Sacred Erotica.’

This book is now live and ready for purchase. But I am not offering it to the general public just yet- for the next few days, it is only available to my paid subscribers, as a free gift.

So.

If you are not already a part of my paid community, I invite you to upgrade. And if you are, you will receive a link to claim your free copy of ‘Opening’ in the next twenty-four hours.

In the meantime, I will offer a slow-drip of enticing selections from each piece- there are five in total. You have until Tuesday to upgrade your subscription to ‘paid’ in order to receive this free gift. After that, the offer goes poof, and the book will be sold at its normal retail price.

In addition to receiving ‘Opening’ as a free gift, my paid subscribers also have access to my entire (growing) collection of writing. This includes other spicy pieces, but also musings on culture, spirituality, parenting and life. (My publication is not called ‘The Whole Woman’ for nothing!)

So there you have it! Mama has finally published her (online) erotica chapbook! It only took fifteen years!

Don’t give up on your dreams. Sometimes they go underground and hibernate for a while, but if you are willing to follow the beckoning of your soul, the opportunity to manifest them will always return.

Much love,

Sarah