Matt Helm’s She Trusts Me

She’s always wanted a secure man, a powerful man.

Her nervous system relaxes in my presence 

after years of being on high alert.

Constantly feeling unsafe and unseen,  she shapeshifts.

She’s been judged, manipulated, lied to, taught to please, 

and be what others want, especially men.

Enough of this.  

She’s beyond enough.  She’s powerful.  She is incredible.  She’s extraordinary.

She trusts me because I see her with these eyes, 

with the entirety of my beingness and I let her know in every way I know how to communicate it … that I see her.

She trusts me because I am an uncaged man in my power.

Freedom is my Essence.

I don’t react, I respond.

She trusts me because I invite her wild feminine essence out to play and I can hold it.

She trusts me because  I am genuinely curious about her, I have done my inner work.

She trusts me and extends her sacred invitation to hold her complete surrender.

Her exquisite surrender, a wealth beyond all wealth, to hold a women’s deep surrender.

Holding her grief, her longing, her sacred rage, her primal throbbing, and her dripping ecstasy.

Every women wants to go to her own truth, to let go completely into the flow of love

But not just with any man.

Sadly most women will never experience this level of trust and will never completely surrender.

To experience this level of trust and surrender requires a man to reclaim his essential nature, his powerful masculine essence.

She trusts me because I have made the sacred journey back to myself.

She trusts me because I have worked through my core wounding, 

because I have faced my deepest pain and reclaimed my true self.

She feels safe because I have spent thousands of hours in psychoanalysis, meditation, Yoga, with countless coaches, mystics, teachers, shamans, plant medicine, and mediums.

She feels safe with me because I know that at one point in my life I wasn’t safe to her or myself.

She feels safe with me because I don’t want to take from her, 

I want to give in sacred union.

She feels safe because she knows I’ve got her. 

I claim her heart.

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Orgasms

“Many people make love but have no idea of what orgasm is, because they are already dissipated. When they are making love, they are empty; when they are making love there is no energy to be shared. When they are making love, they cannot overflow. Their orgasm is at the most genital. Their orgasm is a very small, mediocre thing; nothing of any spiritual value. It is like a sneeze. Yes, after a sneeze you feel a little better. Or like scratching your back – it feels good. You are relieved.

Orgasm is not a relief: orgasm is a celebration. And orgasm is a meeting of you, through the other, with the whole. Orgasm is always divine – the other becomes the door and you enter into the divine. Orgasm is always spiritual, it is never sexual. Those who think that orgasm is sexual have not understood anything at all; they don’t know anything about sex and they don’t know anything about orgasmic experiences. Orgasm is always samadhi, ecstasy. But people don’t know because they meet out of need, not out of overflowing energies.”

Osho

Love and Ecstasy

by Jeff Brown

Ecstasy and love are not the same thing. We often get them confused. There are some connections that open us so wide that we cannot help but call them love. But they may not be. They may just be a transcend-dance, an invitation to delight, the heart opening that we so desperately needed after years encased in armor. We call certain people into our lives to awaken us, to reheart us, but that doesn’t mean they are the beloved. If a love is real, it is a portal to the everything, excavating light and shadow from their hiding places. The glory and the gory rise in unison, calling us to the sky and the earth in one fell swoop. Love is far more than floating to the heavens on a dreamy magic carpet. Love is sustainable. Love is inclusive. Love has feet that walk it through time.

The Invitation

by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Note: This is CdF’s favourite poem

Sensualizing Me

Breaking my heart open increases my capacity for loving. It allows the full spectrum of feelings available to me due to a new-found increased sensitivity! It’s a gift that allows me to go deeper into self-exploration.

Our ability to FEEL in the heart infuses our ability to OPEN to more Shakti and pleasure everywhere else. We cannot have one without the other. Our capacity to ride the waves of our emotional life, deeply feeling and surrendering to what moves through our heart, is intimately connected with our experience of allowing waves of ecstasy, orgasm and sexual bliss to move through our body.

Lisa Schrader