I love this article so much! And especially the part about not valuing pleasure being a possible barricade. So glad you pointed that out cause it hits home for me. Whether in my religion or the hustle culture all around that seems to be the message- that pleasure is not important or even that it’s bad.
Thank you for your kind words, Ashleigh! I'm so glad that it resonated with you. Considering our Mormon upbringing, pleasure was absolutely something to shun and distrust in early years, then somehow build a bridge to once we were legally wed. (nbd lol) It's no wonder so many people in religion struggle to feel comfortable with pleasure when it was back-burnered for so long. And hustle culture isn't helping either!
Love this Sarah! Stress and sex need a whole lot more exposure for people. I love learning about your course... I've been working on a story about my own stress life sex life interference. Its no fun but so common 🙃
Agreed, Abigail! Stress is such a wet blanket for our sex drives and I'm glad this message is resonating with you! I'm glad that you're investigating the dance of stress and sex in your life. Not a single one of us is unaffected!
Inner divine feminine erotic response is also a thing in males. I was surprised to learn that my most powerful path to ecstasy is through my inner divine erotic feminine.
In many ways she is like Isis: holding space for masculine Osiris to heal from his elemental shattering. Most if not all males/penis owners are elementarily shattered. My divine Isis within is the most powerful healer I have ever encountered. For decades I looked for it in another woman, but learned that it is not to be found out there. It is all IN HERE!
I'm honored! Thank you for taking the time to share these remarkable perspectives, friend. I am floored by the ways that you have found both ecstasy and healing within through your divine inner Isis. I appreciate deeply how you say holding space for the masculine Osiris to heal. Does the inner goddess do the healing? Or create an environment for healing to occur?
Elemental shattering. Wow! There is something so visceral about the way you worded this, Cormorant. (Is that your preferred way to be addressed? Please let me know!) Thank you for bringing this to the field.
I am leaving much of my old life behind. My family loves me but they think on some level I’m…Off…
I’ve always had powerful divine erotic feminine energy. It’s why growing up I totally got the celebrity treatment from girls. I got my fathers handsomeness and my mothers beauty.
My older sister did not, but that’s a story for another time.
I grew up as a freak of beauty, talent, charm, graciousness, kindness. Girls gathered in their little clusters at school, facing inward like they’re in a football huddle, hopping up and down with excitement, stealing glances my way, giggling.
I was southern Mississippi’s’s Donny Osmond in 1974.
I am not that now
😅
Inner Isis is a powerhouse.
She is fully expressed erotic feminine. She lives in my body, not my mind. These days she makes damn sure every day she gets her quality time. She gets the party started, always.
Inner Osiris is a good man. He is principled, brave, indomitable, and ravenously curious.
(Raven-ous: cormorant = Sea Raven)
And he is shattered.
I navigate the world with more than adequate executive ability, but my genius resides within Isis. More accurately, Isis allows my divine masculine to fully express. My full masculine expression arrives on the heels of a spectacular fuck. Isis drives that train.
She reminds me when I get stuck in my head for too long: reading, writing, researching, gettin’ shit done. My mornings are very productive. My workday is done at noon. The afternoon, perhaps into the evening, is all for Isis.
I don’t know where this massive erotic awakening is taking me. Every day I’m receiving what feel like downloads of information I’m unable to fully process. The downloads come in hard while I am cumming into outer fucking space. Some higher intelligence assures me that I don’t have to figure everything out right now, just open to the transmission.
I have treated Isis, for most of my life, like she didn’t really matter. I’m a dude. Women light me up. But in the social control program I am to only identify as a cis male.
I am protective of Isis. I keep her safe from the howler monkey rednecks. The only people who see my Isis are loved ones, that has been the case only over the past few years.
It's truly a pleasure, Rich. Thank you for sharing these deep transmissions here, it's an honor to witness you. I'm so inspired by the delineations in your day: this part is for the masculine, this part is devoted to the feminine. I'm reminded to create more space for the luscious feminine, thanks to you.
There is so much expansiveness in what is coming through during your pleasure sessions through Isis. What an epic pleasure rollercoaster that you are riding!
I imagine that it feels somewhat like drinking through a firehose, so much coming through, and how to organize and compartmentalize what you receive? Your spaciousness and willingness to receive makes it sound like you are an ideal vessel for receptiveness = coincidentally, this receptivity is full on feminine.
A download came through for me: that you being in a masculine body may allow others to receive these messages from you, who may not be able to receive it from someone in a female body.
It's a true privilege to be able to learn about this part of you, and for you to feel safe to reveal yourself here. Truly, there is an expansiveness that I feel in your words. You learning to navigate these parts of you, to embrace and protect the divine feminine sounds like such a tremendous arc of personal learning.
Great article as usual, Sarah!
So kind of you to say, thank you Janine! Hope you are well.
I love this article so much! And especially the part about not valuing pleasure being a possible barricade. So glad you pointed that out cause it hits home for me. Whether in my religion or the hustle culture all around that seems to be the message- that pleasure is not important or even that it’s bad.
Thank you for your kind words, Ashleigh! I'm so glad that it resonated with you. Considering our Mormon upbringing, pleasure was absolutely something to shun and distrust in early years, then somehow build a bridge to once we were legally wed. (nbd lol) It's no wonder so many people in religion struggle to feel comfortable with pleasure when it was back-burnered for so long. And hustle culture isn't helping either!
Love this Sarah! Stress and sex need a whole lot more exposure for people. I love learning about your course... I've been working on a story about my own stress life sex life interference. Its no fun but so common 🙃
Agreed, Abigail! Stress is such a wet blanket for our sex drives and I'm glad this message is resonating with you! I'm glad that you're investigating the dance of stress and sex in your life. Not a single one of us is unaffected!
I think it’s bordering on endemic! So thrilled to know you’re a resource for people.
As always I love your work Sarah.
Inner divine feminine erotic response is also a thing in males. I was surprised to learn that my most powerful path to ecstasy is through my inner divine erotic feminine.
In many ways she is like Isis: holding space for masculine Osiris to heal from his elemental shattering. Most if not all males/penis owners are elementarily shattered. My divine Isis within is the most powerful healer I have ever encountered. For decades I looked for it in another woman, but learned that it is not to be found out there. It is all IN HERE!
I'm honored! Thank you for taking the time to share these remarkable perspectives, friend. I am floored by the ways that you have found both ecstasy and healing within through your divine inner Isis. I appreciate deeply how you say holding space for the masculine Osiris to heal. Does the inner goddess do the healing? Or create an environment for healing to occur?
Elemental shattering. Wow! There is something so visceral about the way you worded this, Cormorant. (Is that your preferred way to be addressed? Please let me know!) Thank you for bringing this to the field.
I’m receiving that this information may be best shared in the form of a podcast.
Do you do a podcast?
That sounds like a wonderful medium, and one that has a lot of flexibility. If inspiration strikes in the moment, you can follow where it leads.
I don’t have a podcast — yet. It feels like something’s coming.
Oh yeah?!
I am very confident we could have a conversation that would open many peoples eyes.
[My inner] Isis honors that I am a man.
She knows exactly what this man burns for.
The name I use to navigate the world, is Rich.
It is more than a pleasure getting to know you.
I am leaving much of my old life behind. My family loves me but they think on some level I’m…Off…
I’ve always had powerful divine erotic feminine energy. It’s why growing up I totally got the celebrity treatment from girls. I got my fathers handsomeness and my mothers beauty.
My older sister did not, but that’s a story for another time.
I grew up as a freak of beauty, talent, charm, graciousness, kindness. Girls gathered in their little clusters at school, facing inward like they’re in a football huddle, hopping up and down with excitement, stealing glances my way, giggling.
I was southern Mississippi’s’s Donny Osmond in 1974.
I am not that now
😅
Inner Isis is a powerhouse.
She is fully expressed erotic feminine. She lives in my body, not my mind. These days she makes damn sure every day she gets her quality time. She gets the party started, always.
Inner Osiris is a good man. He is principled, brave, indomitable, and ravenously curious.
(Raven-ous: cormorant = Sea Raven)
And he is shattered.
I navigate the world with more than adequate executive ability, but my genius resides within Isis. More accurately, Isis allows my divine masculine to fully express. My full masculine expression arrives on the heels of a spectacular fuck. Isis drives that train.
She reminds me when I get stuck in my head for too long: reading, writing, researching, gettin’ shit done. My mornings are very productive. My workday is done at noon. The afternoon, perhaps into the evening, is all for Isis.
I don’t know where this massive erotic awakening is taking me. Every day I’m receiving what feel like downloads of information I’m unable to fully process. The downloads come in hard while I am cumming into outer fucking space. Some higher intelligence assures me that I don’t have to figure everything out right now, just open to the transmission.
I have treated Isis, for most of my life, like she didn’t really matter. I’m a dude. Women light me up. But in the social control program I am to only identify as a cis male.
I am protective of Isis. I keep her safe from the howler monkey rednecks. The only people who see my Isis are loved ones, that has been the case only over the past few years.
I was programmed to reject Isis within.
That program almost killed me.
It's truly a pleasure, Rich. Thank you for sharing these deep transmissions here, it's an honor to witness you. I'm so inspired by the delineations in your day: this part is for the masculine, this part is devoted to the feminine. I'm reminded to create more space for the luscious feminine, thanks to you.
There is so much expansiveness in what is coming through during your pleasure sessions through Isis. What an epic pleasure rollercoaster that you are riding!
I imagine that it feels somewhat like drinking through a firehose, so much coming through, and how to organize and compartmentalize what you receive? Your spaciousness and willingness to receive makes it sound like you are an ideal vessel for receptiveness = coincidentally, this receptivity is full on feminine.
A download came through for me: that you being in a masculine body may allow others to receive these messages from you, who may not be able to receive it from someone in a female body.
It's a true privilege to be able to learn about this part of you, and for you to feel safe to reveal yourself here. Truly, there is an expansiveness that I feel in your words. You learning to navigate these parts of you, to embrace and protect the divine feminine sounds like such a tremendous arc of personal learning.
Angus, your comment seems out of context in relation to this piece about female desire. As per our community guidelines, I'm going to delete it.