This morning, I was simply living.

I had my music, my slow breakfast, my cozy start to the day.
I was in a good mood, flowing gently into my work.

Then, out of nowhere, a video found me.

It was a wedding—just a girl dancing with her father on her special day.
They were crying. The song was angelic.

It was nothing out of the ordinary, but everything aligned in that moment…
and something in me cracked open.

What I felt next was beyond words:
an ecstatic, orgasmic love that burst through my entire body like a sacred fire.

Not romantic, not sentimental—pure.

Creation itself.
A divine love that spilled through me, overwhelmed me,
moved me to tears I couldn’t control.

I had to walk away from my desk, hide in the bathroom, and let it pour.

Even now, as I write this,
I still feel it:

that bliss.
That oneness.
That undeniable connection to something higher, something eternal.

It felt like a portal.
A moment where I remembered:
I already have everything.
I am everything.

And I need you to know, if you’re reading this—

If you are in survival mode,
if your days feel heavy,
if you’ve forgotten what it’s like to smile from your heart—

You are not broken.
You are not behind.
You are not forgotten.

There is a way back to love.
There is a way to feel again.

And it begins with a decision.

Not a perfect day.
Not a sign from the universe.

A simple, sacred decision:

“I want to feel good. I want to live in love. I want to remember who I am.”

Once you choose that, truly—
once you mean it with your whole soul—
the universe rushes in.

It brings you the tools.
The signs.
The healing.
The teachers.
The silence.
The songs.

It shows up in ways your logical mind cannot plan.

But here’s the truth:

Before the love floods in,
there is a gate you must walk through.

It’s called shadow work.

And it is not always easy.

You will be asked to feel the things you buried.
To sit with the pain you’ve been too afraid to feel.
To open the locked doors inside you, where old hurt still sleeps.

But I promise you, when you open those doors—
when you finally allow yourself to cry, scream, grieve, remember—

You unlock the alchemy.
Your pain transforms.

And in its place?

Light.
Beauty.
Orgasmic, boundless love.

This is what healing feels like.

Not a perfect life.

But a full heart.
A soft body.
A soul in harmony with life itself.

You realize you were never separate.

That your fears, your doubts, your survival mode—
were illusions.

And the truth was always there:

You are divine.
You are loved.
You are safe.

So if this message finds you today,
let it be the sign you were looking for.

You are being invited into the portal.
Into the bliss.
Into the love.

Into your Empress Self.

And now, as I do at the end of every post,
I offer a prayer—this time from the deepest part of my open heart:

A Prayer for Ecstatic Love

Beloved Source of Creation,

Thank you for the sacred fire of your love.
Thank you for reminding me who I am.
Thank you for breaking open the walls I built to protect myself from pain—

Because behind them, I found You.

I ask now for more.

More love. More softness. More bliss.
More signs. More surrender. More synchronicity.

Let me be a vessel of your light,
a mirror for every woman who needs to remember her truth.

I receive.
I surrender.
I allow.
I open.

Fill me again.

Amen.