Resurrecting the Male Divine

Resurrecting the Male Divine Teacher in Conscious Sexuality and Values Based Relationship Frameworks. Intimacy coaching šŸ’š

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.

ā€œWhen 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. – Seamusā€

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.

Good s*x follows the script Great s*x rewrites it mid scene. Good s*x makes you feel desired. Great s*x makes you feel c...
02/15/2026

Good s*x follows the script Great s*x rewrites it mid scene. Good s*x makes you feel desired. Great s*x makes you feel chosen. People who have great s*x? They stopped asking permission to want something.

Most people spend their entire lives confusing being desired with desire. We learn to perform desire, not to feel it. To be object rather than subject. Your body becomes the stage. Your lust becomes secondary to being lustful. You monitor your performance, your endurance, your competence. You choreograph your reactions to match what you think they want to see. Performance is so practiced that you don't even realize you're performing it.

This starts early. Long before you had s*x, you learned your value lies in your performance. In being competent, being strong, knowing what to do. The pressure to lead, to initiate, to know exactly how to touch someone without being taught. You were taught that desire flows only in one direction: from you, always ready, always safe. Your job is to perform it convincingly. But never show when you're insecure, when you don't know, when you need something you can't name.

This is how you became fluent in playing confidence while staying detached from your actual experience. You can do the mechanics You know the flows, the rhythm, the ascension. But when someone asks you what you really want, beyond the script, that question feels like an exposure. You're draining out. You focus on what they want because it feels safer to perform competence than to admit you may not know.

Good s*x is about being desired. Great s*x is all about lust The difference is not subtle. Desire to be validated that you are attractive, capable, enough. It feels good because it calms the part of you that fears it might not be. But this relief is temporary. You need more of that. S*x becomes a loop: perform, receive confirmation, feel briefly calm, repeat.

Desire is internal. It comes in you. It doesn't need an audience. It doesn't require confirmation. When you desire something, you feel it in your body first. A move. A heat wave. Hunger that does not ask for permission. Great s*x lives here. In the space where you stop performing and start living.

Good s*x feels like confirmation. Great s*x feels like permission. Permission to be unsure, to ask, not to know everything, to be present with what's actually happening instead of executing a script. Permission to be a body with needs rather than a performer who meets expectations.

Good s*x happens when the chemistry is right. Great s*x happens when you stop performing. Chemistry is real. Attraction is important. But chemistry alone doesn't produce the kind of s*x that changes you. This is what happens when you drop the role. When you stop monitoring yourself from the outside and get back into your body. When you stop wondering if you’re doing it right and start noticing what actually feels good.

The people who have transcendent s*x are not the ones who have learned all the right techniques. They are the ones who have given themselves permission to stop performing altogether. They stopped faking security when they felt insecure. They have stopped performing techniques that are separate from actual perception. They stopped putting performance over presence because they were taught that competent lovers are like that.

What no one tells you: The transition from good to great s*x has nothing to do with technology. He is dealing with presence. Presence means you are in your body, not acting out of a script. You feel emotions as they arise instead of monitoring your performance. You breathe. You're slowing down. You ask. You admit when you don't know.

This scares most men because presence requires vulnerability. When you stop performing, you can’t control how you’re perceived. You may not know what to do next. You might want something different than expected. You may discover that your desires are quieter, stranger, more difficult to express than the script allows. Performance will protect you from that exposure. She will keep you safe. And she keeps you apart.
Great s*x is not safe. He is being honest. And honesty in s*x requires you to know what you want, which means you have to feel what you want, meaning you stop leaving your body long enough to listen to it. Most men have spent decades practicing competence while ignoring the actual signals of their bodies. You've learned to move past uncertainty, move on when connection is not formed, face ex*****on over experience.

Reclaiming your desire is not a switch you switch. It's a practice. u starting out small You notice what actually feels good versus what should feel good. You slow down instead of rushing to the next step. You're asking instead of assuming. You admit when you don't know. You stop performing security you don't feel.

People who have great s*x aren't special. They are being honest. They stopped waiting to get permission to occupy their own desire. They stopped performing and started feeling. And the s*x changed because they changed. Not because they learned a new technique, but because they returned to their bodies and allowed him to speak the truth.

~ Joe Turan

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It’s time to step up brothers, to hold the sacred fire, to feel the blaze, to step forward as men who will not allow vio...
02/14/2026

It’s time to step up brothers, to hold the sacred fire, to feel the blaze, to step forward as men who will not allow violence, abuse & distortions against our women & children.

ā€œHere’s to the man who looks you straight in the eye when he tells you you’re wrong. Not because he wants to be right, but because he knows you can be better.ā€

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Here’s to the men who still give a f**k.

Here’s to the men who love all the time,

Not just when they want it,

Not just when it’s convenient for him, but even when he doesn’t want to, and especially when you think you don’t deserve it.

Here’s to the dads who give a f**k.

To the men raising strong kids, not just because they are dad’s by biology but dads by choice.

Here’s to the 6:00 am practice dads who give a f**k.

And to the dads who still play ball with their kids and aren’t afraid to play dress up with their daughters…. or their sons.

Here’s to the unsung solo dads.

To the men who’ve loved, lost, and show up anyway.

The men who know what it’s like to be a single mom.

To the men who carry their kids on their shoulders, even when they aren’t around.

Here’s to the step-dads who step in when another man stepped out.

The ones who say ā€œNo, you’re not mine, but I’ll love the s**t out of you until you believe you are.ā€

To the stay up till 2am, sleep-on-the-couch-until-his-kids-get-home-safe kind of dad.

Here’s to the tampon-buying, birds and bees talking, equal rights dad, who loves his kids regardless of who they love.

Here’s to the diaper-changing, puke-cleaning, dog-walking, backbone of the family bad ass mother f**ker who doesn’t just say he cares, but shows it every day.

Here’s to the brothers who give a f**k.

Here’s to the men who don’t just say ā€˜I got your back’ but show up when you need them most and expect them least.

Here’s to the brothers who don’t just call you out, but call you forward into your greatness.

Here’s to the older brothers who make all the mistakes so their younger brothers can learn what not to do.

And to the younger brothers who show respect and love, even when it’s not deserved, but because they know it’s about honor.

Here’s to the providers and protectors.

Here’s to the men who don’t just SAY they will protect you, but do in all the small ways you never see.

To the walk closest to the curb, arm around your shoulder when it’s cold, never forgets the toilet paper kind of man.

To the old-school, door-opening, umbrella-holding, coat-giving, check-grabbing, ā€˜I got this’ type of man.

Here’s to the man who understands that intelligence doesn’t just come from the brain, but comes from the heart.

Here’s to the brave men.

Here’s to the men who live each day as though death might meet them at night.

To the men who aren’t afraid to love deeply, f**k with eyes wide open and are strong enough to say ā€œI want you to love me.ā€

Here’s to the men who care about your or**sm as much as their own.

To the men who run barefoot in the forest, throw axes at trees, and aren’t afraid to lay bare chested in the dark of night under the stars.

Here’s to the hard punching, rage busting, goosebumps up your spine because he yells so loud primal kind of man.

Here’s to the man who looks you straight in the eye when he tells you you’re wrong. Not because he wants to be right, but because he knows you can be better.

These are the men I want to stand beside me.

The men I want to have my back.

The men I want to call forward.

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The feminine (in all of us) yearns for more.It always yearnsIt always wants more…And this is how she is designed.Culture...
02/14/2026

The feminine (in all of us) yearns for more.
It always yearns
It always wants more…

And this is how she is designed.

Culture says it is wrong to yearn
Demonising desire at the very core.

To want is to be anxious, needy, insecure…
Selfish.

Instead, you SHOULD…
Be strong. Be independent. Need nobody.

Just learn to give it to yourself.

The love. The care. The affection.
All of it.

Don't ask for more
Be happy with what you've got.

But that's not how the feminine is wired.

The feminine is SUPPOSED to want all of it…
Never ending wanting.

More love.
More intimacy.
More connection.
More sensation.
More pleasure.

More… more… more.

Because the more she tries to stuff her desire down
The more she ignores her own longing
The more it comes out sideways.

Rage. Resentment. Frustration.
Shame. Guilt. Grief.
Seduction. Manipulation. Games.

Hidden tears behind an uncaring facade.
Anything repressed creates a shadow.

She can't help it
She wants more.

The feminine wants it all.

She wants to feel it all,
Experience it all,
Be it all.

Which is why… the moment she has it…
After that beautiful blissful brief moment of completion…
She wants the next thing.

She wants her man to grow.
She wants even MORE love.
She wants new experiences.
She wants to go deeper.

And this is not only ok
It's who she is.

Because her yearning is a compass to the centre of the universe.
A direction home to God.

If she would only listen.
If she would only let herself be hungry enough…

Without the shame
Without the guilt…

Rather than trying to pretend she doesn't want it.
Or fixating on the empty space between one desire and the next.

When she is instead nourished by the magnificence that she could want more. That this moment could be utterly exquisite in it’s perfection… And still, there is always a deeper experience to be had.

When she does not judge this calling.
When he does not judge her wanting.

Then he can meet her in all of it.
And she can be met.

Over and over and over again.

No, it’s never enough.
And THAT is the best part.

Insatiable is HOT AF.

But it must be liberated from shame
And rooted in appreciation.

Unapolagetic.
Unrestrained.
Untamed.
And… grateful.

Her work is to release the guilt.
His work is to abandon the judgment.

And when they can do that…

Her desire will guide them into the wildest experiences
That love and intimacy have to offer.

And together,
Finally,

They can begin the journey home.

~ Damien Bohler
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do you trust mehe offered his handI let him leadfollowed willinglyof coursedo you trust mehe said close my eyeskissed my...
02/13/2026

do you trust me
he offered his hand
I let him lead
followed willingly
of course

do you trust me
he said close my eyes
kissed my cheek
blinded my sight
but his love shined

do you trust me
as he removed my fears
my inhibitions
my clothes
leaving me exposed

do I trust you
I am here
wanting, waiting
offering all that I am
of course I do

do I trust you
taunt me, tease me
leading me into the dark
through the dark
you are the light

I do trust you
to love me
to make love to me
to show me heaven
of course I do...

~LyniGirl

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Love Like It’s Your Last BreathIf you’re going to love, love like this moment matters.Say it clearly. No hints. No games...
02/12/2026

Love Like It’s Your Last Breath

If you’re going to love, love like this moment matters.

Say it clearly. No hints. No games. Look them in the eyes and tell them the truth: ā€œYou matter to me.ā€ Don’t assume they already know. Speak it.

Hold them like time is short. Not desperate. Not dramatic. Just real. Close enough to feel their heartbeat. Close enough to remember that this is a person, not a convenience.

Stop overthinking the outcome. Stop trying to predict whether it will last forever. It might not. Most things don’t. Love anyway. Life is not permanent. Don’t waste it guarding your heart so tightly that no one ever gets in.

Notice the details. The way they laugh. The way their voice changes when they’re tired. The way their hand fits into yours. Treat those moments like something rare. Because they are.

Don’t let your past decide your future. Yes, you’ve been hurt. Yes, you’ve been disappointed. Love again anyway. A guarded heart feels safe, but it also feels empty. Risk being open. That’s where real connection lives.

Be honest. Share your fears. Share your hopes. Let them see who you truly are, not the polished version. If they walk away, at least they walked away from the real you. Hiding only guarantees loneliness.

Love with intention. Choose them daily. When it’s easy. When it’s stressful. When money is tight. When you’re both tired. Show up. Listen. Support. Stay present.

Don’t give half effort. Don’t say ā€œlet’s just see.ā€ If someone is worth loving, be clear about it. Commitment isn’t weakness. It’s courage.

In the end, achievements fade. Money comes and goes. Appearances change. What remains is how deeply you showed up for the people you cared about.

So love. Fully. Honestly. Without pretending you don’t care.

And keep choosing it while you can.

That’s it.

Ancestoral Healing
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ā—¦ā€¢ā—ā—‰ š™°šš›ššŽ ššˆš™¾šš„ šš›ššŽššŠšššš¢ šššš˜ šš›ššŽššŒššŽšš’ššŸššŽ š™·š™øš™¼? ā—‰ā—ā€¢ā—¦When I write a post about men, I often get comments from women saying, "Where are...
02/10/2026

ā—¦ā€¢ā—ā—‰ š™°šš›ššŽ ššˆš™¾šš„ šš›ššŽššŠšššš¢ šššš˜ šš›ššŽššŒššŽšš’ššŸššŽ š™·š™øš™¼? ā—‰ā—ā€¢ā—¦

When I write a post about men, I often get comments from women saying, "Where are these men? I never met one of those. They don't exist."

I want to offer you the perspective that this man DOES exist, though. He IS out there, doing the work and preparing himself to receive and show up for you fully.

He IS processing and healing some wounds that have held him back in his past relationships because he wants to be ready for you.

The question is this:
Are you ready for him?

Ready to receive him, SEE and FEEL him in his masculine essence, beyond all the pain you had to endure, and over and above his possible "limitations"?

Are YOU fully open, connected to your heart desires, rooted in your strength, and devoted to all that might unfold?

Or is there a part of you that still objectifies and stereotypes men?
.. that blames him for all the dates that didn't work, the Fd up relationship dynamics you were in, the pain in your heart, and the emptiness in your womb?
.. that cannot see and love him for who he truly is but focuses on his potential and the pictures you created of him in your teenage diaries and adolescent dreams?

Is there a part still wounded toward the masculine that keeps you bitter and closed off to him?
.. a part that cannot receive his masculine presence and provision because you had to be in your own masculine for such a long time, caught in a hardened shell so that you could survive and hustle your way through life?

Is there something left in you that still romanticizes love because of the books you read and the series and movies you watched and, therefore, ceases to see the magic right before you?
.. a part that is afraid of acknowledging that you haven't always been humble and still have to do some deeper work yourself? A part that even might have been entitled from time to time?

Is there still a part within you that is scared of his vulnerability, his wounded heart, his ability to read you and pe*****te you straight into the places where it hurts the most?

Are you equally compelled to be for your man as you desire him to be for you?

Can you have compassion for the men you wanted to love who were not ready for what you had to offer? Who were so molded by what they had experienced from broken relationships that they ran when something genuine showed up?

And can you have that same genuine compassion for yourself for all the moments you ran yourself?

We experience what we are meant to.

If we don’t commit to changing the narrative together, great men and women who desire a devoted partner might stay quiet and live lonely lives instead.

He IS out there, devoted to showing up for you, doing the work, yearning for you to do the work as well so that you can receive him wholeheartedly when he knocks on your door.

Can you commit to that?

Not in competition...
Not with expectation...
Just offering authentic connection.

Bas Waijers Baumann

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You don’t keep attracting the same person by coincidence. You’re attracting the same wound in a different body. Carl Jun...
02/10/2026

You don’t keep attracting the same person by coincidence.

You’re attracting the same wound in a different body.

Carl Jung called this, shadow projection.

Same patterns repeat,
Same endings hurt,
and the same lessons come back until you heal them.

Awareness is the first step.
Healing the origin is the real transformation.

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THE MAN WHO KNOWS THE BLOOMINGThere are men who rush through desire, as if the body were a fire to consume in a single b...
02/10/2026

THE MAN WHO KNOWS THE BLOOMING

There are men who rush through desire, as if the body were a fire to consume in a single breath. And then there are men who know desire as a slow unfurling—one that must be tended, not taken. These men do not hasten pleasure. They let it rise, like a tide drawn by an unseen moon, arriving only when the night has deepened enough.

A man like this feels before he speaks. He senses the quiet currents in a woman—the softening of her gaze, the hush beneath her laughter, the way her breath lingers when something tender stirs within. He does not press for words still gathering shape. He knows some longings need silence to find their voice.

When storms move through her—restlessness, sorrow, or the sharp edge of want—he does not withdraw or seek to master them. He stays, rooted yet supple, his presence a steady harbor that shelters without confining. He understands the feminine does not seek to be calmed here; it seeks to be fully felt, in all its wild and shifting depth. So he remains open, letting her inner weather pass across him without flinching, knowing she is not alone.

This man has learned through patient listening—not assumption. He has traced how her soul moves, what draws her closer, what sends her inward, what calls her back into fullness. He holds the small truths she let fall in passing, because he was truly present when they slipped free. His knowing is gathered gently, never grasped.

In union, he does not pursue climax. He is not driven by haste or private need. He knows true merging deepens in unhurried time, that skin reveals its mysteries in lingering contact, that real surrender asks for breath held and shared. His touch—fingertip or gaze—is guided by what he senses, not what he demands. He advances, pauses, deepens, or stills according to the rhythm rising between them.

Because of this, a woman softens in his nearness. She does not guard herself against pressure. Trust grows not from declarations, but from his quiet constancy. She feels no hidden claim beneath his warmth, no urgency disguised as care. What he offers is given without strings.

This creates a rare sanctuary—one where she can release without losing herself. In his presence, she meets her own depths wholly, wave by wave, without interruption. Her responses emerge untouched by hurry, shaped by a cadence that feels innate rather than imposed.

Only a man who honors the slow blooming can enter this richness. Only he who walks beside time can receive the full landscape of a woman’s feeling, her quiet fierceness, her vast opening. What others chase eludes them; what she keeps veiled slowly unfurls for him—not because he asks, but because he has proven he can hold it sacred.

This is no method, no performance, no conquest. It is devotion as patience. Presence as reverence. Intimacy as something holy enough to approach at the speed of dawn.

Such a man does not hunt ecstasy. He lets it awaken in its own hour.

And in that awakening, something rare occurs: a woman does not merely yield—she blooms. Not from obligation, not from plea, but because she feels truly met.

Time, when honored, becomes the quiet bridge between two hidden worlds. And the man who knows this never rushes—because what is true always arrives in its fullest form when the moment is ripe.

~Ancestral Healing
Art: FreePik
Source-Erotic Creators
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As a man, I’ve learned that s*x is powerful, but it’s only one layer of intimacy. A woman’s true desire goes deeper than...
02/10/2026

As a man, I’ve learned that s*x is powerful, but it’s only one layer of intimacy. A woman’s true desire goes deeper than her body; she wants to feel you in her spirit. When she craves intimacy, it’s not just your touch she’s reaching for, it’s your time, your presence, your attention, and your understanding.

It’s how you look at her when she’s not talking. It’s how you listen when she finally does. It’s the warmth in your hand on her thigh that says, I’m here. That’s intimacy.

When closeness only happens between the sheets, she starts to feel unseen. A woman wants to be desired, not just s*xually but emotionally. She wants to be valued in the quiet moments, not just in passion’s heat.

Real intimacy is built daily. It’s the way you speak to her spirit, protect her peace, and honor her vulnerability. When you nurture that connection, the s*x becomes deeper, the love becomes safer, and the bond becomes unbreakable.

That’s grown love, where pleasure meets purpose and bodies connect because souls already did.

~Darryl Hughes
Art: Artmajour
Source -Empower Wholeness Intimacy
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Feminine Energy, S*xual Energy, Trauma, and the Long Road Back to the SelfThere comes a point in inner life when force n...
02/09/2026

Feminine Energy, S*xual Energy, Trauma, and the Long Road Back to the Self

There comes a point in inner life when force no longer works. When effort, explanation, and endurance exhaust themselves and leave behind only a quiet ache. This is often the moment one begins to sense feminine energy—not as a gendered role, but as a mode of being that values receptivity over conquest, presence over performance. Feminine energy emerges when the self stops bracing against experience and instead allows it to be felt, examined, and integrated.

For many, this energy has been buried under years of adaptation. The need to be strong, agreeable, desirable, or invulnerable teaches the psyche to override its own rhythms. Sensitivity becomes something to manage rather than honor. Intuition is dismissed as unreliable. Yet feminine energy is not fragile; it is resilient in a different way. It survives by listening, by yielding strategically, by knowing when to open and when to withdraw. It does not rush toward answers. It waits for them to rise from the body, from memory, from emotion.

This waiting is not passive. It is deeply alert. It is how one begins to feel again.

S*xual energy often becomes the first place where this reawakening is noticed. Long before it is understood, it announces itself as restlessness, magnetism, longing. S*xual energy is frequently reduced to desire for another, but in truth it is desire for aliveness. It is the current that moves through the body when one feels seen, when sensation sharpens, when the boundary between inner and outer softens. When conscious, s*xual energy expands identity. When unconscious, it fragments it.

Unintegrated s*xual energy searches endlessly for completion outside the self. It attaches itself to unavailable partners, to intensity without intimacy, to repetition disguised as passion. Many people learn to eroticize what destabilizes them, mistaking anxiety for excitement, longing for connection. The body remembers what the mind has not yet named. It remembers abandonment, unpredictability, the relief that follows emotional pain. Over time, this pattern hardens into what is often called a trauma bond.

A trauma bond does not feel like suffering at first. It feels like recognition. Like inevitability. It convinces the self that this depth of feeling must mean something profound. Yet what binds is not love, but familiarity. The nervous system clings to what it knows, even when what it knows is painful. In this way, trauma becomes seductive. It promises resolution through repetition, healing through endurance.

The tragedy of the trauma bond is that it trains the self to equate love with self-erasure. Boundaries feel like abandonment. Calm feels like boredom. Safety feels undeserved. The individual remains loyal not to the person, but to the hope that the wound will finally be healed by the same conditions that created it.

Breaking a trauma bond is not an act of will; it is an act of mourning. One must grieve the fantasy of repair, the imagined future where suffering is retroactively justified. Only through grief does clarity emerge. And clarity, once felt in the body, is irreversible.

This is where inner healing begins—not as a sudden transformation, but as a slow reorientation. Healing does not ask who hurt you first. It asks what you learned to tolerate. It invites the self to notice where energy leaks, where desire overrides discernment, where intimacy is confused with intensity. Healing is a return to the body as a trustworthy narrator.

As healing deepens, feminine energy resurfaces naturally. The need to chase dissolves. Attraction shifts. One becomes less interested in being chosen and more interested in choosing well. S*xual energy no longer feels urgent; it feels spacious. Desire aligns with self-respect. Pleasure becomes possible without dissociation.

Inner healing teaches that intimacy is not something one earns through suffering. It is something that arises when two people are present without defense. It does not demand endurance, confusion, or self-sacrifice. It requires honesty, nervous system safety, and the willingness to remain whole.

In this return to the self, something essential is reclaimed: the right to feel without apologizing, to desire without abandoning oneself, to love without losing one’s center. Feminine energy, s*xual energy, and healing cease to be separate concepts. They become expressions of the same truth—that wholeness is not found in intensity, but in integration.

And integration, once lived, becomes unmistakable.

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