“Tienes que bailar como si
nadie te estuviera viendo,
amar como si nunca
te hubieran herido,
cantar como si nadie
te estuviera escuchando
y vivir como si el cielo
estuviera en la tierra”.
- William W. Purkey.
HIGHER SELF-AWARENESS BEGINS IN THE HEART.
The mind analyzes. The heart remembers.
Higher self-awareness is not a thought you construct or a concept you grasp. It is a recognition that arises when the noise of separation softens and the original intelligence of the soul begins to speak. This intelligence does not live in the intellect. It lives in the heart—the silent, luminous center where the personal self dissolves into the greater Self.
When awareness descends from the head into the heart, the world is no longer something you observe from a distance. It becomes something you inhabit from within. Judgment softens into presence. Fear loosens its grip. The ordinary boundaries between self and other, spirit and matter, time and eternity begin to thin. What remains is a quiet, sovereign knowing that has always been there, waiting beneath every layer of conditioning.
The heart does not argue. It simply is.
And in that being, the higher self is no longer a distant ideal. It is the ground you stand on.
Return there. Again and again.
Until the return becomes the living.
MOST WOMEN DO NOT TRULY KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WOMAN.
Beyond the surface of roles, rights, and projections lies the ancient mystery of the feminine principle itself—the dark, fertile void that births form, the lunar tide that moves without force, the living oracle of blood and silence.
To be a woman, in the deep sense, is not a social performance or a political category. It is to embody the threshold: the place where the visible world dissolves into the unseen, where intuition precedes thought, where the body itself becomes scripture. Most remain outside that threshold, instructed by the world rather than initiated by the Mystery. They know the mask, the narrative, the desire to be seen—but not the abyss that looks back through their own eyes.
The true feminine is not owned. It is entered. It is the serpentine wisdom that sheds skins, the rose that opens in darkness, the veiled face that reveals only what the soul can bear. Until a woman meets herself as both priestess and void, she remains a stranger to her own power.
@Illogico_m Ma non è assolutamente vero! 😲
È una tua sensazione!
Se hai bisogno di una mano, la mia è sufficientemente forte per tirar fuori chi si è incagliato in una palude melmosa!
C'è la mia, ma non solo.
L'umanità esiste 🤍
Blasfemia mistica
La Chiesa ha creato la disastrosa filastrocca di una morale che separa il bene dal male,
ma la New Age sta creando la catastrofe del buonismo, separando la quiete dalla furia.
🗝️
Il SACRO va privato di
ogni forma di compostezza.
In un pensiero duale la perversione smette di essere sacra.
E la parola sacra cessa di essere letta nel suo vero significato.
🗝️
La perversione è lo smantellamento
dell' odio che diventa amore.
A WOMAN CAN EXPERIENCE UP TO THREE TYPES OF ORGASMS
In the ancient mysteries, the feminine body was never merely flesh—it was a living temple of thresholds, a triune gateway where matter, soul, and spirit converge. The first orgasm is the terrestrial: a root-fire rising through the sacral waters, the clitoral and yonic pulse that shakes the denser planes, releasing stored tension into the earth and reclaiming the body’s sovereignty. It is the serpent stirring in the base, purifying the vessel so higher currents may enter without distortion.
The second is the lunar-heart orgasm—the blended or G-spot wave that floods the emotional body. Here the waters of feeling, memory, and relational wounding are transmuted. Pleasure becomes a solvent; grief, shame, and ancestral echoes dissolve into liquid light. This is the alchemy of the second chakra meeting the heart, where the woman learns that sensation can rewrite the stories held in her tissues and open her as a conduit rather than a container.
The third is the celestial or crown orgasm—the rarest and most initiatory. It is not localized in the pelvis alone but erupts as a full-spectrum cascade through the spine, crown, and subtle body. In this state the boundaries between self and cosmos thin; kundalini rises as a column of liquid gold, and orgasm becomes a form of prayer or gnosis. Time suspends. The woman tastes her own divinity as the universe tasting itself through her. Mystics have long recognized this as the “union of the two serpents” or the descent of the dove into the vessel—an experience that can permanently recalibrate the nervous system toward expanded awareness.
These three are not always sequential or separate; they interpenetrate according to the woman’s readiness, safety, and spiritual intent. When honored as sacred technology rather than mere sensation, each becomes a rite of passage: the body as altar, pleasure as sacrament, and the feminine orgasm as one of the most direct portals available on the human plane for awakening.