Sacred Gardens Shamanism

07/13/2025

Now let me give you a real ta***ic experience of va**nal s*x – from the point of view of a boy who went between a woman’s thighs for the first time and tasted her juices with his tongue…

“When I first drank her juices”

She was a woman of over forty – her name was Anya. Her eyes were deep, her thighs were heavy, and there was a tired thirst in her breath.

When she removed her sari,

and called me between her knees –

my heart trembled.

“Don’t eat my va**na,”

she said,

“don’t lick it…

drink it…

like a sadhak drinks nectar –

slowly, carefully, with devotion.”

I bent down in front of her. The warm air from her thighs

touched my cheeks.

As soon as my tongue touched her l***a –

she shuddered from within with a long sigh. She was wet —

but her juices held no lewdness,

but an invitation to the future.

I slid my tongue to her inner entrance,

slowly,

like a lamp entering darkness.

Her va**na was alive —

every time I licked,

it contracted from within,

like a goddess welcoming me into her cavity.

Her juices were not sweet —

but thick,

a little salty,

a little sunny,

a little sad…

like an incomplete woman

now being completed.

She shuddered on my tongue,

her breath tangled in my hair,

and she whispered:I slid my tongue deeper into her wet va**na – slowly… then thicker… and as I touched her c**t with the tip of my tongue – she shuddered, her back arched, and buried her face in my hair. She gasped: *"Yes… that's it… now you drink… drink it completely… my juices are made for you… and when you drink my va**na – I don't die… I am born again…"** Her thighs now held my head – and a miraculous nectar was spilling from her va**na onto my lips. Neither was it obscene, nor was I restless. Only time had stopped… and our breaths had merged with each other.

"You are no longer just a man…

you are now my protector.

Because you have tasted my sacred juices

from within me.

You know me now —

down to the scent of my soul."

In the end,

I didn't cum. But that night

I tasted a woman's soul for the first time.

My tongue was no longer just for tasting,

but for worshipping.

Prema Shakti-

03/16/2025

Don’t be afraid to step back.
Don’t be afraid to take the time, to honor yourself.
Don’t be afraid what others will think.

Speak your truth, live your truth.

Find yourself, whoever that person may be today, love them, take them out and show them off.

You are beautiful in your truth.

12/16/2024

More handcrafted ceremonial smudge fans coming soon my dear friends!

12/11/2024

So grateful for everyone that contributed to the altar tonight! So many beautiful gifts and treasures, invoking light and new energies into their new home!✨

Thank you to so much to the Wilmington Witches for all of their wonderful donations! 🙏 as well as all of the wonderful healers who came to our ceremonial space cleansing and clearing yesterday!

The power in group clearing, with such a unique group of healers was an amazing experience, and I was honored to be able to stand alongside them all! We may have found a niche specialty here! 🤣

11/16/2024

Join me and our beautiful community for an evening of healing energies and blasseings!

This months energy healing circle will feature special guest Pax Shanti for our opening heart warmup!

Please join us for something a little different this month, as we gather to lift our hearts -- and voices -- in Unity. All are welcome in this safe space, and no prior experience is needed.

We will begin with a brief look at the iconography of Lord Ram, and his most devoted servant, Sri Hanuman. Pax will then share the Hanuman Chalisa, leading to the invitation for all to chant along to "Sri Ram, Jai Ram, Jai Jai Ram!"

It's been said that the most healing frequency is one's own voice. Come see how that feels for you!

We will, as always, offer a beautiful singing bowl and gong soundbath from Monique Yvonne and Lukas Gilles!

This is a donation based event, but no one will ever be turned away due to a lack of funds!

We cant wait to see you all!

10/02/2024

"The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. It's not the shattering itself that breaks you—it’s the silence that follows, the quiet space where you realize there’s nothing left to salvage. And in that moment, you know that you’ll never be the same again. You’ll build something new, perhaps, but it will never be what you lost."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Of Love and Loneliness

My recent experiences have led me to an intimate interaction with the beauty, power and rage of the element of fire.

All devouring when left to its own devices, ruthlessly destroying.
I felt as though I had lost so much in many ways, but had I?

As Kali, the goddess of time and creation destroys, she creates within this same act. Allowing the new to emerge and be born.

Sometimes we are forced into change and at other times we willingly make the choice. Nonetheless, the changes shall occur.

Our response ripples between the worlds, through creation and time. Can you …Soften …Breathe …Release …

How will you receive these experiences when they arrive ?
How will you show up?

To what direction does one steer the ship? My physical temple may have burned but as I ride the wave, I know that the phoenix will always arise from the ashes

09/19/2024

To listen, to truly sit and listen, we may find the balance that we seek.
How often do we afford ourselves the opportunity to do so.
To soften.
To find the connection.

If we could only sit and listen, we could learn so much from all of the wisdom around us.

-the grandmother tree of brandywine

09/07/2024

Emerging anew, following your guidance, doing your best✨

Grow, learn, make mistakes along the way, live this life fully and authentically.

Stand in your power! ✨⚡️

07/22/2024

Here it is folks…bare truth

07/07/2024

06/08/2024

A big thank you to all of those that came out for our last energy healing circle hosted by the Bellefonte Cafe!

Truly a magical experience! Hope to see you at the next one, Sunday June 16th from 6-8pm at the Bellefonte Cafe in Wilmington De!

04/08/2024

🖤🌞🌚🤍
I see the sun and moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.

ROMANCE OF SUN AND MOON

The moon was alone one evening, shining in the midnight sky. Although she was surrounded by myriads of tiny, sparkly stars, she felt as if there was no one to understand her. She eagerly searched the skies for a friend, perhaps a meteor, with whom to discuss the joys and sorrows of her life. But there was nobody.

On the other side of the world, the sun yawned and awoke to shine his light upon the blue-green temples of God. He heard the call to worship, and saw the waves of people bowing and praying. He felt full of good will and charity towards the masses of God’s servitors. Perhaps they were not holy, but at least they were faithful.

The moon stayed alone, suspended in the sky with none to touch her. A tiny star whispered to her of a great being, the sun, who brought joy and light to the world. She listened with interest, for it seemed that once, a long time ago, she had seen a being such as this. Beautiful as he was, the sun seemed always just beyond her reach. She would visit the places where he had been, and would always find that he had just left. Those who knew him spoke of his wonder and his glory, and she felt unworthy to be in his presence.

Now the sun was unaware of her yearning, for he was too busy making the crops grow and warming the world. Those who wished his light had only to look upward to heaven and he was there, beaming down upon them.

The moon continued to follow the sun, always coming nearer to him, always hearing that he had just left that portion of the sky, or was just over the next mountain range. Where before there was despair, now she was ever more hopeful, for she knew that she was approaching his presence.

She came closer and closer, until one glorious day came when she stood before him, naked and unafraid. The world looked up and saw only blackness – in the middle of the day. But the moon stood mid-way between the sun and the earth, and all of his glory was for her.

His light blotted out all of her loneliness, all of her pain, all of her past. She stood bathed in wonder before him, and his light filled her soul.

She passed away from him full of light and joy, and though his light was too bright to remember, it was also too powerful to forget. She was dizzy with wonder. As time passed, it seemed that she once had been a being full of light, yet it was so long ago!

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