IN TRUTH, EVERY BODY IS THE UNIVERSE.
MAHANIRVANA TANTRA
WELCOME, WILD SPIRIT.
COME TO THE ALTAR.
The wild sexuality altar becomes a dwelling where we can commune with both the earthly and the cosmic facets of ourselves. Here you will find a collective - a village where we share rituals and practices that move us towards the future that we so deeply desire. Here we freely dance with the Divine and leaven our aliveness with our sacredness, to salvage our power and savour the undulating lands of our body. The body is the paradisiacal land of divinity. Here, you come to your own awareness of the alchemical altar within.
FLOW INTO RITUAL.
Let me bring you to a wild place, a primordial and ancient place, far beyond the mind, where we calmly flow into the native and indigenous fluidity of our bodies - to move, to see, to listen, to wail, to bleed, to hiss and to moan from the well spring of instinctual and innocent nature. Let us retrace our steps to this dwelling place, the journey there is in itself a homecoming and exploration of our birthright. It is my hallowed, fiery and desired invocation that the body of every womxn is ripe for devotion. You are the flowing, breathing, living ritual.
ALTER TO ECSTACY.
Grind your hips deep into the intensity of life, like a maternal headstrong vexing. Let our mouths spew out wild divinity, inflaming veins with lifeblood rising. Breathe with me in dark soils of magical realms and unearth the very ecstasy that will trigger communal revolutions in every microcosmic cell of your being. Here is a temple space to unleash the wild wolf womxn surrendering to the lunar energy that is asking us to recall the undeniable thrill of our bodies. I tempt you. To take off your body armour and come with me, back to the knowing that - you are the vital, warm and dripping ecstasy that you have been searching for, along.
EMERGE AS MEDICINE.
You, the very sapience of nature and all the wilderness of the cosmos that birthed you - you are welcome here. On the wild sexuality medicine journey we return to the magical intelligence of your essence and that of the natural sequence of the universe. A truly magical and mystical state of being - a medicinal somatic embodiment. Your body is already an enlightened energy system, in constant symbiosis of self-construction, and self-destruction, invariably descending to birth anew. You are the channel that the medicine is born from. Welcome to the rebirth of….you.
I welcome you to this journey deep into the thicket of your body land, where we tend to the thorns and splinters of the soul that are piercing into the body’s armour. This journey is inborn; inherent in all of us and is the roaring root heaving through our body landscapes and can only be experienced on your knees, soil stained. Your body land is knowing, indivisible, inescapable, unavoidable, never in pieces and always whole.
The body land a holy receptacle for experiencing both cosmic and earthly wonders - coursing with primordial life-force energy powerful beyond wildest imaginings. This potent energy released from the depths within, has the power to salve, scorch and clear away traumas, pains, patterns and holdings transmuting tension held within our bodies to energies of a much higher vibrational field. To become aware of the voltaic charge in our bodies is a tenacious elixir for what ails the body.
Once the portals of transformation gape wide open ready to receive you - you will be coaxed to leave the incessant wire pulling and dominion that perhaps you have become accustomed to — and fall into a sublime surrender. In the realms of surrender we are able to return to our wild nature and break free from the inner matrix of our repetitive cycles that spring from wounded and traumatised desires and move towards freedom - an integrated unity and sovereignty. It would be an honour to step with you over the threshold and to follow your remembering that the medicine you are hunting pours forth only from the inception where you are meeting yourself most deeply.
We are what we seek.
And all that we seek is esoteric. Love, trust, and biological ecstasy can never be sober and logical. The esoteric experiencing we call on in the Wild Sexuality temple space is profoundly enigmatic, both mysterious and so mystically miraculous. We can only experience them but never quite unravel and rationalise the experiencing. Why would we want to - the path would only lead you back to reasoning. Is it not this very linearity that we want to escape from?
All you will find in my space holdings are gentle feminine sacramental invocations and tender-hearted initiatory enigmas that I pray will help you ease the incessant seeking and initiate a path that calls you homewards. My love language is feeling you so deeply and authentically that you begin to remember who you are and irrevocably dare to meet your power. I want to invite you to un-see what is being shown to you. Instead I want you to see what is hidden and dormant beneath your own flesh and skin of dark and light.
Come and learn to trust the flow - merging soul with flesh to become again divinity embodied. You are divine - you are mirrored divinity within.
LAND OF THE BODY
Through my veins pulsates the twilight lores of the wolf-womxn who taught me what it meant to be feral and holy - wolf-womxn who held space for my wild wolfish howling, my lawless spirals of dance, and for my deepest mediations so far. The one that took me in like a foundling cub, the one that could see the embryonic lurking of a bone woman in me even when I had been suckled dry by life like a sore teat but finally so chaffed that the truth could slowly creep in. These wolf-womxn a pack of matriarchal teardrops - watchful, vigilant and ferocious guardians of the shaping of my soul.
Narah, meaning queen of the wolves.
Now let me share with you their teachings and sageness - brace to lose yourself alongside me in a tender guiding to the epicentre of our beings - to the infinite vastness of all that we are and have yet to be.
The texts, passages and embodied experiencing of the tantric teachings of the half light - full of somatic wisdom, spiritual intimacy and unfeigned presence have also become my heart-blood - coursing through the energetic pathways of my meta anatomy - these tantric, sanguine fluids carrying enrooted realisations that spiral skyward only in the presence of sacredness, deification and awe.
So many sagas of direct experience, so much downfall, so much descent yet always in devotion to the pursuit of embodiment, so much intimacy with the breath of life, at times so overwhelming almost suffocating and constricting the ineffable experience of it all. So much endurance, so much natural life, cradle to grave and cradle to grave over and over again. Wolf-womxn are truly built up from bones, their breath like fire blown into the skeleton, till it is again sodden with life giving lust and fecundity comes back like a pendulous birthstone that will not be kept from rising.
A trailblazer, tantrika, a water guardian, a wolven sister, a heart-worker, a earthen feminist - a byzantine living thing. I unfurl in presence of visions, dreams and felt experiences and intuitions that continually lure me back home - to the source within. I hope to meet you there in these magical realms where timelessness amalgamates with instinctual anima. Body and earth as one.
May these tantric transmissions, liminal codes, these ophidian and wolfish ways be part of the guiding lunar light that you have been longing for. May these lunar lights be the r/evolution that we are hungered for and may they gather a new constellation of womxn that are willing to traverse far beyond the realms of their customary existence - right back into their heartwood, to their very source code reclaiming the power of their being. I am devoted to the return of the sirenic sorceress within - seducing us back to being fully alive - back to a heaving, breathing, leaping spirited manifestation of flesh and blood.
Are you ready to lick every part of you, tantric wolf-womxn - yes ? - then let’s walk each other home…
WILD BONE WOMXN, THAT IS ME. NARAH.
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A full moon Letter from my belly to yours
• EARTHEN RITUALS • SELF BODY TENDING • belly breaths • audio spells • root-work • somatic self inquiries • ritual dirt • recordings to stir the animal body • Body prayers •
we meet soon.
Under the next swollen full bellied sky.
Letters from the underskin
DATES
COMING SOON…
NECTAR OF APHRODISIACS
County Cork, Ireland
PRACTITIONER TRAINING ‘25
registration is open.
Wild Sisters and Brothers of mine - I am sending a wild and tameless call reverberating through the land, the forests, the mountains and the rivers to find you. Let us come with our wild tongues through feral passages and together let us shed from our bodies the shame stricken lashings of the past that no longer can hold fast the chains of our invincible holiness. Silence with me, the bane and poisons of our jealousy, rage, anxiety, fear and transcend an age passed where humanity forgot the holiness of our sexual energy. I am calling you to come to the village where we can shed our skins together, like a wild commune, coming home to the honeyed elixir within. You already know this message because you yourself have heard this call.
BODY WHISPERING
In our bodywork journeys we dismantle [ gently current by current ] all the blockages we have put up against this wild flow of kundalin energy so that in time we can unify kundalin with the sensuality of the heart space. Sacredly, birthing the embodiment of love and merging our duality into a harmonious kinship. Your biological orgasmic ecstasy and your kundalin energy are so cosmic, earthy and divine - they will intrinsically infuse you from head to elbow to toe with a free flow of life-force energy, your relentless source of orgasmia.
Still it is all heart-work.
BROTHERS>
Wild masculine, of dark and light, sacred brother. You are just as welcome here as your sisters.
Although in oration so far I have mostly addressed my sisters I also whisper to you - wild man - to your sensual pleasure, your erotic wisdom, emotional fluidity and naked authenticity. Your wild masculine energy also has a sexual sovereignty and the capacity to magnetise and a willingness to feel everything. Inside you pulses something tremendous and leviathan, something so full of longing.
You are a pure alchemical vortex, of pulses, flow and dualities. I could give you no forewarning but to come into yourself - into your body land - to explore the depths of where your life-force wells forth. A mind imprisoned by language is a cage, come back to your body and the truth of yourself, brother. I will be your lodestar, your pathfinder and if you feel the calling I will be here awaiting you.
ECOLOGY OF RITUAL COLLECTION
Listen in with soul hearing to these zoetic ‘things’ - they are beyond merely objects. There is a natural magic in them, a certain enigmatic knowledge born from the secrets of nature at the hands of man and womxn. They have been formed, intuitively, as a taste of the wild essence to be illumined again by you in ancient goddess rituals. I believe they can open our imagination to envision the ceremonial being of the goddess - spiritual, wise and carnal - coming through the eros of our rituals. May the creative flow of feminine energy that veins through these pieces deepen your personal connection to the divine, may they serve you as guide and gauge. May these handcrafted and blessed items journey with you through age old healing rites, there is a spirit in them to be recognised that is both holy and savage. These pieces can bridge the divide between ancient knowledge and the contemporary emphasis on guiding us back to a desirous life made by hand - this is more healing to our injured instincts than we may comprehend.
“A ritual is the enactment of a myth. And, by participating in the ritual, you are participating in the myth. And since myth is a projection of the depth wisdom of the psyche, by participating in a ritual, participating in the myth, you are being, as it were, put in accord with that wisdom, which is the wisdom that is inherent within you anyhow. Your consciousness is being re-minded of the wisdom of your own life. I think ritual is terribly important.” ― Joseph Campbell
