Transmuting Pain into Pleasure

I like to think of the cervix as the doorway to the womb, she is the womb and the womb is her, they are not separate from one another, yet it is the cervix that stands between this world and the infinite world of possibilities that exist on the other side of the door.

The cervix guards the womb, she is firm and tightly closed except when she is open and there is only ONE key that will open this sacred doorway.

Sadly for the majority of womben a soft and open, feeling, sensing cervix is not the norm, for many she is hard and numb, layered in armor and ready for battle. The layers of armor are placed there by the body to protect our most sacred space for the womb remembers EVERY encounter, loving or not, she holds the memories of our mothers and grandmothers and the many womben who came before them.

Armor can be in place without our knowing of how, when or why it is there and will continue to form any time our sacred space has been entered without LOVE, without awareness, without consent, or simply when we have has said yes when the body said No.

To de-armor one’s womb is not a quick or easy journey. We cannot remove this armor by choice or thought alone. We may only remove it when we have become aware that it exists and then with LOVE and the Slowest, Softest Patience and Presence you can imagine we begin the journey of melting and dissolving this armor, transmuting our fear into freedom and our pain into pleasure. It is only then that we may begin to feel what once was numb, to experience pleasure where we once felt pain or discomfort.  Creating more space within ourselves to feel a new depth of pleasure like no other. A pleasure that is otherworldly, a pleasure beyond space and time, beyond words, beyond the boundaries of our thinking mind. Pleasure that rolls through your entire being like a powerful wild tornado, sometimes she is so huge she feels scary, we must learn not to turn away, not to run or fear something so big, for LOVE is big, love is huge, it takes a lot of capacity to hold such big feelings.

I practice welcoming the tornado, I allow her to move through me as she tears down any limiting ideas of what pleasure is or can be like, feel like, look like, sound like, I hold on for the ride as she transports me to places I’ve never been before.

15.02.2023 day 22, surging womb and spotting.. feeling the heat of the summers sun penetrate deep within my body