A true Goddess of your own creation.

The holy red gushes down your legs.

You stand naked, bare breasted.

The defiance in your eyes.

The slight smile on your lips.

They magnetic sway of your hips.

They ridicule you and laugh at you.

Your raw power scares them.

You know how to CONNECT.

You know how to join together.

You are a natural leader.

And that scares them.

They call you a sinner.

Never will you be a saint.

Even if you have fed the last morsel to them.

They have burnt you over and over.

But from those ashes have you arisen…

Again and again.

With different names.

In different countries and cultures.

The guilt they have bred in us,

Is not to be found in you.

The palpable fear is also absent.

For you seek no validation from them.

You don’t care to play by their rules.

Holiness in every ounce of your blood.

Every Goddess of every culture,

They reside in your body.

You are holy, the Creatrix!

You are not afraid of pleasure.

You know what to do with pain.

You are here to liberate other sisters.

You are not looking for personal gain.

Never have you controlled the urges,

That women have been taught to do.

Instead you have transmuted them into alchemy.

You have transformed them into divine inspiration.

You have ignited the fires of passion.

And made magic with the man you held.

For a God he was when you made love to him.

You are his Goddess.

You are  our Goddess.

Your mission is to tell the others.

To activate the powers of the Womb.

This FEM-FORCE will steer us into a new awareness.

Let them worship the sacred blood of your menstruation.

For that is the only atonement from their end.

To have defiled and demonised the sacred life force of the menstrual blood.

They say you are a whore.

What does it matter if you are Madonna or a whore?

They have raped, pillaged and tortured,

The mother, maiden and the crone.

No one is safe.

They will find the Wild Ones.

Silenced they must be.

But how can they be shut for life?

In their voices is the fem-force of life and death.

We will be told we are evil.

We will be told our magick is for the devil.

The Devil is but Lucifer, the bringer of Truth.

The apple is the process of initiation.

It is you, yes you as Eve,

Who initiated Adam.

It is you Sita, who burned Rama’s sins,

In the fire of your sacrifice.

Wild Woman you will make us eat time and again,

From that sweet apple of knowledge and passion.

Run like a She-wolf and howl at the moon.

You are the Matriarch, the very crux of civilisation.

Tonight under the Full Moon, you will rub the damp earth on your body.

And make love to the Earth.

She is as wild as you are.

Soul lovers through infinities.

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Where I have stained my lips with dew,

With precious morning dew.

This is the sacred space,

Where the blades of grass long,

I have grown.

This is my sanctuary where I dance naked,

Under the twinkling stars.

No one to shame me.

No one to defame me.

Just me in my nakedness,

In my solitude.

Combing my long, long hair.

That has all the experiences

Stored in each strand.

Suffering and misery, blessings and happiness.

I light a candle in your name.

And I drop the hot wax on my body.

That day I bled on this grass.

All alone.

That day I dropped the wax on my breasts.

Bereft and broken.

That salt I sprinkled.

Because they were watching.

They were talking.

Of my sacred blood.

They were making disgusted faces.

And I could smell their lust burning.

There was nothing for me to hide.

For wild women cannot be shamed.

Wild Women will bleed unto the Earth.

Because it is their sacred duty to.

Whether you call her a witch or a mother.

The Wild Woman will not be shamed.

Her blood will draw him to her.

As wild as she is- an expression of yang.

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So often we hope and crave for what could have been or what we want instead on loving what we have! Ah, foolish humanity! Stats are appalling at the percentage of women who are comfortable with their breasts! Let us fuck that for now.

Do you agree that most women are not happy with their breasts? In fact breast surgeons in California have had huge amounts of women who wanted a duplicate pair like Salma Hayek! Seriously! Women just expected that the doc could somehow replicate her tits!

Fuck knows why! Our breasts are so feminine, so sensual and yet we ignore them. We wish they were larger, smaller, perkier…blah, blah…

As a breastfeeding mother to a three and a half year old toddler can be quite challenging, but I have embraced the role. In fact I will continue suckling her till she wants to stop. But yes it does a lot to the elasticity of the breasts!

But I actually love my breasts much more than I have ever done, because I have seen them sustain life. I have seen them exclusively breastfeed and provide the best suited food for my baby.

The point is breasts are gorgeous…no matter what shape, size or colour they come in. They are so important to your child. I know how my toddler treasures them. I love sucklas(that’s what she calls them), says she and hugs them.

I get irritated sometimes, it is not always easy to stick a tit in her mouth and continue with my day. She is huge and refuses to stop. But breastfeeding her for so long has bonded us heavily.

A study showed that women’s self esteem are often tied to their titties, but most do not carry a positive image as they are bombarded with impossible images of perfection in magazines. It is difficult for the normal woman to compete with the model in the magazine. The woman has no stylist, cameraman, lights, decor, multiple tries…and photoshop! Fuck yes.

So women tend to have lesser self confidence because of the shape or size of their boobs. Also a thang(purposely misspelled) to remember would be- breasts are not just sexual organs…they also are food sources. So society needs to understand and address this.

Look at how difficult it is for breastfeeding mothers who choose to do so in public. She faces all sorts of problems if the internet is to be trusted. Look at vlogs, blogs, posts, memes…it is everywhere.

You can sees tits everywhere, but when it comes to a breastfeeding mama, no…society has to freak out. I openly breastfeed by the way. Look my breasts are not on my body so you can stare at them and wank off later. No.

My tits are here to feed my baby and that’s what they will do. So stop sexualising the breasts when they are not intending to send you those signals. Remember the viral video where this guy does an experiment with two women- one, a scantily dressed girl and a breastfeeding mom. Watch the video to stay abreast of how toxic our society really is!

Anyway breasts will sell you everything- but they cannot be flashed in the open to feed a child! What a lovely society we have created. Yes your breasts are for your man, but remember they are first and foremost for you. They are deeply connected to your womb.

Look at the breasts as a symbol of self love. As an organ to nurture. And why not? Look where they are placed, right next to your heart chakra! How sublime is that!

Girls, stay away from underwires. Don’t be shocked! Our heart pumps blood, however lymph only flows from movement and massage. So, if you wear an underwired bra, you are blocking that lymph flow, and toxins remain in the breast tissues.

Now just use your favourite carrier and essential oil combo…anything that works for you can be used. Find time, the safe spot and silence. Now spine straight, breathing will stabilise as you keep observing it.

After a while, focus on the muladhara and feel the energy vibrate. Then lift it up and bring it to your crown chakra. Let it vibrate there and then bring it to your heart chakra. And start counting…1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9…till 1000. It is a very effective tool to get into meditational trance. It is okay if you lose count. Just restart from whichever number comes to mind, just keep the focus in your heart chakra.

Your heart centre will start feeling warm and glowing. Keep your right hand on it and say…I LOVE, I AM LOVED AND I AM LOVE!!! After chanting for a bit, sit in silence and think of your breasts. Think of what you feel….think of how much you love them…think of how they bring pleasure to you or how they have fed your kids. Think of all the good things. It is not likely that negative thoughts will pop up if you have managed to centre yourself with the meditation and chanting. But in case, negative thoughts trouble you, watch them. No judging or feeling guilt.

Start the massage with the oils. Send love with each stroke. Feel the energy flow increase not just through your breast but through your entire glandular system. You are going to feel heightened and sensual.

The breasts nourish the pineal gland, the pitutory gland, which is the master hormone, the thyroid gland, the thymus gland, which is responsible for our immune system, and the adrenal glands, and our ovaries. When we massage our breasts, and in particularly our nipples, all of those glands are stimulated, and brought in alignment.

We release hormones such as oxytocin and prolactin which cause uterus contractions, relaxes and bonds us, makes us hanker for one another.

Now knead your breasts sensually and squeeze your nipples. You can reach a profound state of sexual stimulation. This is aligning you from the inside so let all the feelings wash over you. Feel everything. Let it all purge. Feel like light and feel light.

Now feel golden healing light surround your breasts, loving them, energising them and protecting them! Feel this healing take place and let that golden halo disappear in your breasts.

Sit in silence cradling them. You may start to play with your nipples and then bring yourself to multiple climaxes.

Write to me if you try this…tina@tinaheals.com

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