Fecund Darkness is a work of art. It is a creation of love. It is an expression of that which is meaningful and life-enriching, captured in stream of consciousness writing. It is a creation intended to provoke and inspire. Because what lives on the other side of provocation is inspiration — to live a life that is enriched with the wholeness of being that is our birthright.

If you want to be a bad ass sexually empowered woman, embrace your inner hag. That’s right. The crone. The ancient woman. The witch. The hag.

There are thoughts percolating inside of me, about the man I allow to penetrate me.The man.The god.The ideology.The identity.The system.The dick.

Can you sense the difference between paradox and contradiction?

When I have fully transformed into every quantum space within me to shed my conditioning and get to know my Self as the magnificence of the godForce that I AM, when I have come to taste the deliciousness of my beloved essence, when I have come to prioritize my spiritual well-being above all else, I notice: distorted love is everywhere. And for me, the decision is divine: I am unwilling to participate in it any longer. 

You think the illusionary beasts you unleash to tame me should scare me, but I have tasted true freedom and my wild burns so hot it is blindingly untouchable.I have, after all, recently returned from the underworld who took me in its darkness, loved me tender, and spat me out as a ferocious warrior into this world of material uncertainty and mass-hypnosis.

I am primordial soundEmanating.I am the gruntI am the squealI am the moanOf endless pleasure.I am the mother.The gasp between orgasms.The soundlessnessOf emptiness,Of depthOf infinite space.

What does it mean to be in ceremony with the Sacred that  I AM?