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Teacher in Conscious Sexuality and Values Based Relationship Frameworks. Intimacy coaching 💚

Seamus has trained at the London School of Tao in the arts of Sexual Kung Fu, Chi Nei Tsang and Taoist Shamanism. An advocate and teacher of deeper intimacy between couples through practical tools like the wheel of consent, conflict management, archetypal roles, understanding your masculine and feminine qualities and values based relationship contracts and agreements. For successful relationships to exist, grow and evolve it initially needs to be grounded in practical communication skills and utilize a shared understanding of values and principles. Setting a strong foundation of self-awareness and defining the criteria of what is an empowered relationship; provides the platform for healing our past-experiences and creates a shared vision of how to move forward collectively in love and respect.

“When the foundational qualities of our relationships are practical, respectful and defined; an invitation is created to lower our armour and defences. Deeper experiences like playfulness, vulnerability and pleasure will naturally appear in new and safer ways on all levels. – Seamus”

Seamus has led men’s groups in Vancouver and a Jade Arrow men’s group in London UK;. Attended advanced Tantra workshops and retreats and has taught Reiki to 100’s of students for over 15 years. Book Seamus today for a 1-on-1 session to assist with change and growth in your relationships and to break past patterns to attract in the right partner for you.

12/16/2025

The All-Consuming Heart: Lost in a Wildfire of Love

Some kinds of love aren’t soft or quiet. They don’t flicker like a candle or warm you like a fireplace. They hit like a massive forest fire—huge, out of control, and impossible to ignore. This is the kind of love that takes over everything. It burns away every wall you ever built, every rule you tried to follow, and every doubt you carried. Nothing else matters anymore.

This fire doesn’t care about timing or logic. It doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It just shows up and demands all of you—right now, completely, no half-measures. It feels like something bigger than a choice, like it was always coming for you. Every time you swore you’d be careful next time, every promise you made to protect yourself—gone. The heat melts it all.

When you’re inside this kind of love, there’s no room for anything else. Old relationships, worries, plans that don’t include the other person—they turn to ash. What’s left is pure and simple: just the two of you and this blazing thing between you. Your whole world shrinks down to one truth—this person is everything.

Keeping a fire this wild alive isn’t about playing it safe. It takes someone brave enough to stand in the flames without running. It’s not the easy, cozy kind of love. It’s fierce, life-changing, and a little scary, but it’s also the most honest thing you’ll ever feel. Once you’re in it, you don’t hold anything back. You let it burn through you, change you, own you—because this love isn’t just part of your life. It is your life. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything calmer, ever.

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12/15/2025

Some people are just beautiful. Not because of perfect faces or hot bodies, but because something inside them glows so bright it spills out and changes everything around them.

You know it the second they smile. It’s not about nice teeth—it’s the way the whole room suddenly feels warmer, lighter, like someone opened a window and let the sun in. Their happiness isn’t stuck inside them; it jumps out and lands on you. You can’t help smiling back, even if you walked in feeling like trash.

Then they talk, and their voice does the same thing. It might be soft, deep, quick, slow—doesn’t matter. It just sounds alive in a way most voices don’t. When they say your name or ask how you’re doing, you actually believe they want to know. The words feel full, like they mean every single one. You walk away still hearing that sound in your head, like a good song you didn’t know you needed.

The real proof, though, is how they make you feel without trying. A hand on your arm when you’re upset. A look that says “I get it” without a single word. A joke at exactly the right moment. Little things, but they hit hard. You leave them feeling steadier, kinder, more like the person you want to be.

These people become part of you. Not in a clingy way—just in the way you start measuring yourself against the quiet goodness you feel around them. They don’t fix you; they remind you that you’re not broken. They make the world make more sense.

When you call someone like that “beautiful” simply “beautiful,” it’s the biggest compliment there is. It means their heart is so solid and their light is so strong that being near them makes you better—and you’ll never quite see things the same way again.

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12/13/2025

Understanding What Drives the Male Body

People talk about men and s*x with so much judgment that the real truth often gets lost. Many women don’t understand that the male body carries a constant, almost automatic s*xual drive. It’s not always manipulation or bad intention—sometimes it’s simply how his body is wired.

Women get confused because their desire usually comes from connection, trust, and emotional safety. So when a man’s kindness or support seems to circle back to s*x, it feels like betrayal. She thinks, “Was I only useful to him because of s*x?”
But for many men, the s*xual urge runs in the background of everything—even when their intentions are good. He might honestly want to help, care, or love, but the s*xual pull is always there, like a hum he can’t turn off. Morning erections, random arousal at the smallest things—these aren’t choices. They are biological reactions.

The Weight of Constant Readiness

Men live in a strange tension: their bodies are always ready for s*x, but society expects them to always stay in control. What may look like simple attention—a wink, a smile, touching his head—can instantly trigger a s*xual response in him. This is why men often mix up affection and desire, or why physical thoughts show up even in innocent moments.

This same pressure is what has caused even strong and disciplined men throughout history to fall in moments of weakness. It’s not that they are evil—it’s that the instinct is incredibly strong. It only becomes a moral issue when a man chooses to follow the impulse instead of controlling it.

Balancing Desire and Responsibility

Understanding a man’s biology doesn’t mean excusing bad behavior. The truth is simple: women need understanding, but men need discipline.

For women: Knowing how constantly the male body pushes for s*x can shift your pain. Instead of thinking, “He only wanted s*x,” you may see, “His body was loud, and he slipped up.” It still hurt, but it wasn’t always intentional disrespect.

For men: Knowing how strong the impulse is means you must be extra alert and responsible. Your urges are automatic, but your actions are your choice. Uncontrolled desire can deeply hurt the woman you love and make her feel unwanted, used, or unsafe.

Real growth happens when both sides understand each other. When a woman sees the silent fight inside a man, and when a man takes responsibility for managing his own body, the relationship becomes stronger. Respect returns. Trust becomes possible again. And the constant pressure of the male s*xual drive no longer becomes a source of pain between them, but something they can navigate together.

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12/13/2025

Where Knowing Lives

The mind needs space to understand.
It circles, measures, compares, doubts.
It asks “Is this safe?” and waits for proof that never quite arrives.

The heart is different.
The heart only knows by touching.

A hand on your back when words have run out.
Fingers laced under the table while the world keeps screaming.
A forehead pressed to yours in the dark when everything has already been said and none of it helped.

In that moment, the heart doesn’t analyze.
It recognizes.

Touch is not a step toward knowing.
Touch is the knowing itself.

You can spend years thinking about someone, building theories, replaying conversations, writing their name in the margins of your fears.
None of it will tell you what thirty silent seconds of skin against skin reveals in a single heartbeat.

The mind keeps distance to stay alive.
The heart stays alive by closing the distance.

That’s why the deepest truths feel like remembering, not learning.
When someone finally touches the place you’ve guarded longest, something inside you exhales and says, “Oh. There you are. I already knew you.”

No explanation required.
Just contact.

Love, at its truest, is never a conclusion the mind reaches.
It’s a verdict the body delivers the instant it’s allowed to speak.

So when someone asks how you know it’s real, don’t reach for words.
Reach for them.

Press your palm to their chest.
Feel what answers back.

That’s the only language the heart ever trusted anyway.
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12/10/2025

As In S*x, So In Life

When our s*xuality is more connected to our lives it's more about energy, it's more about intimacy, it's more about vitality, it's more about expressing ourselves in many ways.

The intimacy is not only with another, it's a deeper intimacy with ourselves and with life. In this intimacy there's an acknowledgement, an awareness of how much our s*xuality is an integral part of who we are, that is woven into every breath we take.

Every movement we make is part of this dance, and it's a dance of awareness of our bodies. This dance begins deep in our bodies, in our pelvis, in our perineum. It comes from the earth, it moves to the sky. As it moves through us it awakens us.

Every step we take on the earth is an expression of this s*xual connection to life.

Everything we look at, taste, touch, hear, feel, sense is infused with this intimacy of sensation.

It's our s*xuality in technicolor, 5th dimension.

We expand into how many expressions of our s*xuality there are, how many aspects of ourselves we express, can express, experience, explore and allow into the light.

And how many aspects of ourselves we can express in other aspects of life.

There's vitality here, creativity, juice, curiosity.
And there's passion here.

The passion of our bodies, the passion of our delicious ge****ls, the passion of our hearts, passion for life.

There's passion to feel, everything, everything.
All of us welcome.
In our s*xuality.
In our lives.

As in s*x, so in life.

~Jonti Searll
Source -Empower Wholeness Intimacy
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12/10/2025

🏔️ Core Qualities of Masculine Consciousness: Presence, Direction, and Depth

Masculine consciousness is not about gender — it’s a way of operating in the world. It’s the energy of focus, structure, and moving with purpose. When a man taps into this part of himself, he becomes steady, clear-minded, and intentional. He doesn’t just react to life; he actively shapes it.

Here are the main qualities that define healthy Masculine energy:

1. Presence (Being Fully Here)

The foundation of the Masculine is presence. This isn’t just being physically around — it’s showing up fully. A present man isn’t stuck in the past or worrying about the future. He’s grounded, aware, and centered in the moment.

Inner Stability: He stays calm inside, even when things around him feel chaotic.

Decisiveness: Because he’s grounded, he can make clear decisions and stand by them.

Focus: Masculine energy is naturally focused and linear. Once he commits to something, he sees it through.

2. Direction (Purpose and Leadership)

Masculine energy needs a sense of purpose. It wants to move, build, and create forward momentum. Direction gives a man clarity about what he wants his life to stand for.

Clear Vision: He knows where he’s going and why. His goals are intentional, not random.

Structure: He creates systems, boundaries, and routines that bring stability to his life and relationships.

Protection: His leadership naturally includes protecting what he values — emotionally, physically, and even financially.

3. Depth (Growth and Emotional Strength)

Masculine depth is the ability to handle challenges, face personal truth, and grow continuously. It’s the willingness to look inward and deal with the uncomfortable parts of life.

Integrity: His actions and values match. You can rely on his word because he doesn’t say one thing and do another.

Courage: He chooses growth over comfort. He’s willing to take risks, face fears, and confront hard truths.

Holding Space: He can sit with intense emotions — his own or someone else’s — without shutting down, running away, or trying to control the situation.

In essence…

Masculine consciousness is the energy of structure, clarity, and action.
The Feminine expresses flow and emotional connection.
The Masculine expresses direction and stability.

A man who embodies this consciousness doesn’t lead through force — he leads through calm intention, grounded presence, and a clear sense of purpose.

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12/09/2025

FIRE S*X

I was thinking about Hard S*x and Fire S*x.

They're not the same thing.

Fire S*x is presence.

Fire s*x is my entire body, my eyes, my mouth, my throat, my voice, my heart, my belly, my Lingam, my pelvis, my legs.

It may be hard, and deep and fast.

And it can be slow.

It's an expression of intention.

It's an expression of opening, of masks dropping, burning away.

Of stories confined to the flames.

Of armour melting.

It's an expression of surrender.

It's an expression of how much we'll allow ourselves to be revealed, how much we're we're willing to let go.

It's how much we'll show, how open we can be.

For in the Fire of passion there's no holding back.

There are no secrets, nothing left uncovered.

In the Fire, in my eyes, if something remains hidden, you'll see it, you'll know.

In the Fire, if my Heart remains closed, you'll feel it, you'll know.

Fire S*x is a commitment.

To presence, to love, to passion.

It's a commitment to body, to heart, to mind, to spirit.

To myself, to you.

There's no lukewarm, there's nothing that's tepid.

There are flames that will take us to our essence.

There's no dipping a toe into the water.

There's a dive into the feeling, into the sensation.

It starts slowly, this fire.

It starts with our eyes, and our breath.

It starts with opening hearts, opening voice.

It starts within us.

My fire, your fire, becomes our fire.

It spreads to our bellies, to our s*x.

It's hard, it's wet.

It's opening.

It reaches from my Heart to my Lingam, into your Yoni, to your Heart.

It has a voice this fire, it has eyes that see past our skin, it's the Fire of Feeling, the Fire of Knowing.

Fire S*x is whole-body s*x.

It's dancing, breathing, singing, growling, moaning, panting, roaring.

It's consuming of all that holds us back.

It frees us, this fire.

It frees us to a primal place of oneness.

And when the fire slows, when it quietens, we are left spent, open, seen, felt.

We lie in peace, in tenderness.

We lie connected in intimacy.

We soften.

Our bodies re-form.

And the embers glow within us.

Until a breath brings them once more to flame…

~ Jonti Searll
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12/09/2025

I love being drawn in long before anything physical happens.

Honestly, I need that spark first.

Playful teasing, clever jokes, and flirty comments warm me up more than anything.

That kind of connection is its own kind of foreplay for me.

Real chemistry is created by giving just enough of a hint to build curiosity,
without revealing everything at once.
It’s that mix of wanting and wondering —
Will this happen? How will it unfold? Who will lose control first?

In Ta**ra, they talk about stretching moments of pleasure,
not rushing anything,
letting the energy grow and flow through the whole body.
That feeling of warmth, bliss, and deep hunger
can stay with you for hours… sometimes longer.

Foreplay, after-play, all the little in-between moments —
they don’t have to be short.
They can be part of the connection all the time.

You want that spark moving between you both,
even when you’re not touching.
It doesn’t mean you have to take things all the way every time —
the point is to keep the fire alive,
or at least glowing.

A little flirting, a soft touch, a knowing look,
something that keeps the energy warm every single day.

It’s the intimacy that comes before anything else.

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12/07/2025

I want a best friend.
Someone that I can talk to about everything.

I want a lover.
Where the s*xual chemistry never dies.

I want a partner.
Who will collaborate on creating my dream life.

I want someone trustworthy.
That can help me heal my deepest wounds.

I want someone who grows.
So we can continue to reach for more together.

I want a soulmate.
One with who it feels like it was just meant to be.

I want them to be committed.
So they choose me again and again, every day.

I want them to be patient.
And willing to work through any challenges we face.

This… right here… this list…

This is the greatest challenge with modern dating and relationship.

For many of us…
When we dream of our ideal partner…
We want it all.

And the thing is…
We can have it all.

I'm not here to preach the idea that nobody can meet all your needs.
I'm not here to sell you the story that you need to settle.

But I am going to say one thing…

If you want it all
You need the skills for it.

Relationship is a skill.

The collective belief is that relationships just happen.

If you are lucky,
You find someone you like and they like you
and then you just kind of figure it out
and live happily ever after.

Yet that's not how GOOD relationships work.
Because they take work.

If you want to heal,
you need the skills to heal.

If you want to grow,
you need the skills to grow.

If you want s*xual chemistry that lasts,
you need the skills to create chemistry at will.

The thing is… everything you ever wanted in relationship
Can be yours.

If you have the tools, and the skill to use them.

~ Damien Bohler
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12/06/2025

There comes a moment in a man's life when his strength is not measured by what he can do, but by how deeply he can feel. Most men never reach this moment. They keep running from their grief, playing self-assurance and calling maturity. Yet every man carries a little boy inside him, one who longs to be seen, held and loved without needing to prove a thing. When a man finally mourns this boy, something changes. The inner noise is getting quieter. The tension is releasing. The man that emerges after this is no longer a man. He's livin' it.

Every boy grows up thinking that emotions are dangerous, that crying means weakness and that sensitivity makes vulnerable. Many men learned early on that love is conditional and that security comes from control. So they build walls of success, silence, humor, distraction, s*x, dominance or retreat. These walls once protected them. But as adults, they become the prison that separates them from true connection. The real initiation into manhood begins when those walls begin to crumble.

A man who has encountered his own sorrow carries a different presence in him. You feel her before he speaks. There is a calmness in him, but also depth. He no longer needs to prove he's strong because he encountered his own weakness and stayed in it long enough to know it didn't destroy him. He's been sitting in his pain with no one to blame. That is where integrity begins.

A safe man is a dangerous man. Not because he is violent, but because he has made peace with his own potential for destruction. He knows what he's capable of, and that's why he doesn't have to live it. You feel his edge, this raw, tamed potential of power. This edge makes him peaceful. A man who has integrated his shadow has no need for dominance, manipulation or control. His danger has become his presence.

Being safe does not mean being soft, as it is often understood. Many men confuse safety with niceness, but “niceness” is a defense mechanism. It's the adaptation of a boy who learned that appreciation means love. The safe man, on the other hand, is rooted. He can hold tension without breaking down. He can disappoint people without losing himself. He can say no without guilt, and say yes without expectation. Kindness seeks validation. Security is the embodiment of integrity.

A man who wants to be pleased by everyone reveals himself first. Being a secure man takes courage. Courage to stand for something even when it's uncomfortable. The courage to speak your truth, even if it shakes the room. This truth doesn't have to be loud. She just has to be real. Security is not created by adaptation, but by consistency of a person who lives in accordance with his values.

In relationships, this shows up everywhere. Many men believe it's their job to make a woman safe, to heal her wounds or to fix what's broken. That's not love, but over-responsibility disguised as caring. A man cannot regulate another man's nervous system, and he shouldn't try to. What he can do is create in himself a field of calm, a presence strong enough to hold a woman's expression without evaluating. His task is not to heal them, but to meet them in all their bandwidth, in their tears, their joy, their anger, their gentleness. That makes him trustworthy.

To live with an open heart, a man must develop a relationship with his grief. This relationship is the bridge between his heart and his strength. Grief is the teacher that destroys illusions. She keeps you humble. She is teaching him to feel what he can’t control. Only through this process can he truly receive love. Without grief, love remains an idea. With grief she becomes truth incarnate.

Many men unconsciously give their emotional needs to women. They want to be understood, seen and comforted, but seek it through romantic commitment rather than brotherhood. When a man is constantly dependent on women for support, he limits his own potential. Masculine energy grows in the presence of other men, through challenge, reflection and responsibility. Brotherhood is not a competition. She is the room where a man meets himself without sinking into shame. When men stop shifting from their own inner work and begin to walk that path together, the collective heals.

Mature masculinity is not a goal. She is an ongoing practice of integrity, responsibility, and emotional awareness. She arises from failure, reflection and improvement. A man will make mistakes. He's gonna hurt people he loves. He's going to get lost. What makes him secure is not perfection, but his ability to bounce back to his center after every fall. He learns, he repairs, he grows. He stops defending his image and starts defending his truth.

The man who can, who knows his grief, carries his strength with humility, takes responsibility without control, and holds space without losing himself, becomes a force of stability in a chaotic world. He personifies Presence. He will become a place where others can rest, not because he saves them, but because his own nervous system has learned to stay.

This is the work of becoming a safe man. It is the silent revolution of our time.

Joe Turan
Art: same
Source-Sacred Divine Masculine
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12/06/2025

Meet me at the edges of resistance

What of the dance, this dominant sway,
where a lover’s hand meets the longing ache
of threading fingers deep, weaving through your hair,
each pulse, a promise whispered in tangled strands
that I am here to know you,
to draw you close, surrendering all the ways
you shiver beneath the weight of wanting.

Let me taste the spark that rises on your skin,
the slow burn that gathers in soft sighs,
breaths catching in the soft shadows
between each teasing touch, each patient pause.
Your moans, barely spoken yet filling the room,
spill from your lips like secrets slipping free,
capturing the quiet rhythm we share,
a beat of bodies entangled, bare.

So come closer, let’s press beyond restraint,
hands tracing paths yet to be discovered,
mapping the places that make you shiver,
where pleasure mingles with anticipation,
and every gasp, every breath taken
is a step deeper into knowing all of you,
all the ways you come alive,
under my hand, under my touch,
wrapped in this delicate, primal dance
where we lose ourselves
and find each other whole.

What of the dominant dance,
my hand guiding, tracing lines unseen,
finding their way to the heat of you,
through tangled strands and soft surrender…

a knowing touch that says, I am here,
here to know you, all of you.

Here, to taste the hidden sweetness
that blooms on your skin, when want becomes need,
to draw forth those soft, stolen sounds,
the little moans that escape like whispers,
like secrets meant only for this space.

What of this slow unraveling?
The way you tremble, caught between breaths,
each touch a spark, each sigh a flame,
until the distance between us fades,
until nothing remains but the rhythm,
the steady pulse of a lover’s claim,
and the quiet surrender
of two bodies learning their way to become one.

What of this fire behind your veil,
this hush of silk between our breaths?
Do you not feel my yearning in the quiet?
It calls to you…not loud,
but deep, beneath the skin,
where the spirit listens with lips pressed against desire.

I seek no conquest, beloved…
only the trembling hush of your nearness,
the sacred ache in your sigh
as I trace verses upon your frame
with lips that know no prayer
but your name.

You are the wine I am forbidden,
yet I drink..
slow, reverent….
from the curve of your neck,
where the pulse stammers its secrets.
Your body, a scripture I read in the dark,
each breath a line, each movement a revelation.

Come, let us vanish into each other
like dusk into night,
not hurried, but holy
where pleasure is the language of surrender,
and the soul bares itself
not with words,
but with trembling touch

Let go…of thought, of time, of fear.
Fall with me
into the silence that follows each moment
into the fire that asks for nothing
but everything.

Let me lose myself in your yes,
and find you…

not once,
but endlessly.

Larson Langston
Book of blush
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12/06/2025

The Altar Is Her Body

A man spends his life proving strength: lifting heavier, earning more, speaking louder, standing taller. He mistakes force for power, tension for control. Then one night he meets a woman who doesn’t ask him to prove anything. She simply opens: legs, eyes, heart, all of her, and says, without words, “Come home.”

In that moment he understands: every battle he ever fought was practice for this one surrender.

Real masculine power is not the clenched fist.
It is the open hand laid gently on her skin while his whole body trembles with the effort of not taking, not rushing, not performing.
It is the courage to stop leading and start listening to a rhythm older than his name.

When he finally lets go, truly lets go, something ancient wakes up inside him. The same force that raises mountains and splits oceans rises through his spine, but this time it isn’t trying to conquer anything. It is bowing. It is pouring itself into her like a river finally reaching the sea.

And there, inside her softness, he discovers the paradox he has chased across gyms, boardrooms, and battlefields:
The harder he surrenders, the stronger he becomes.
The deeper he yields, the more invincible he feels.

She is not weakening him.
She is unhooking the armor he never knew how to remove alone.

In her body he finds the only altar where his strength is welcomed without suspicion. No need to posture, no need to protect. He can shake, he can cry, he can roar, he can fall apart, because she is not a temple that never closes its doors on a worshipper in ruin.

The moment he dissolves into her completely, no edges, no name, no tomorrow, ecstasy cracks him open and the secrets spill out:
He is not the doer.
He never was.
He is the offering.

That is the greatest power a man will ever know is the power to lay his entire being down at the feet of the feminine and trust that she will not break him, only break him open.

When he rises afterward (if “rises” is even the right word), he is no longer the same man. Something quieter, deeper, truer walks out of that room. He has touched the divine, not by climbing toward it, but by kneeling.

And he finally understands:
The universe was never hiding its mysteries from him.
It was waiting for him to stop trying to take them
and start offering himself instead.

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