To the you who needs this space
Dear You,
Yeah you! I pulled you here. You heard my cry.
We wanted more and thus mustered the courage to demand it. To carve space with our teeth.
To yearn.
To be seen — felt.
Did you hear the call too? Was it hushed? A dull roar? A clawing, clambering desire to make magic with your tongue — create art with your body and shadows and light. The old fashioned way — the tales of our time — our myths — reprised.
Time less.
Do you need me as much as I need me? Can we give? Receive — with pleasure!?
Is it say, free, safe to be me?? Do I need you as much as you need you?
What have you done to feel good today?
What will you do tomorrow?
How can we do it better together??
Do you know who you are and what your soul came here to say? Does your mind body get in the way?
How well do you know the voice in you gut?
Do you trust her, here?
I do.
I wouldn't be here if not for the knowing — the call.
The wild abandon.
Loosing control — my everything — I found the divine — or the version of Her that lets the writing go squiggly because words are never enough to say how I love. I have loved. I carry your song with wind tracing the stream. Finding flow has never been easier now that there’s grace, room to play — to fall…
Oh the fall — the deep dive — the underworld, your emotions — where are mine?
Precisely packaged, as I am ready. I am strong in my conviction — my sacred truths.
I am ready to help you unleash the beast!
Listen to the RAWRRR — do you know who you are and what you came here to say?
Are you proud of the cloth? You’re dressed up aren’t you?
You’re an Animal In A Dress!
I know I am — so what about you?
I want the vibration to move upwards
When I am in my turn-on there is a tingle in my fingers.
I feel the slump when shame, grief, sadness creeps in.
That is the pain in my neck, the boulder on my chest, the painted red rock in my womb.
If I point to the purpose, the energy moves in that direction. When I allow, the suffering creeps back in…
In order to stay in this aliveness, to bask in true beauty, we must accept the dark nature and the force of reckoning.
The awakening.
Claiming pussy power is a sign of the empowered!
It is okay to believe that you are pretty. It is more than acceptable to know how beautiful we are.
To keep this set of stones is the power play.
That’s just it. We get to play.
And that turns me on — wanting to stay in the turn-on is what will pull in this new era of She.
Holding space for my cravings. Floating up the channel of emotions creates the hunger for Her.
Rest.
Rest, you say? When I sit back, the desires flow to me. I attract what is mine because I can BEcome still.
So I hold the vision in my third eye. I feel the kundalini rise as EYE INvision my path. Holding space creates the bounds of my desires. Like the screen door of a four seasons porch — wind may pass but flys stay back. That is how to hold a boundary. AS I attract my worth.
Self-worth is knowing the value of your powers.
These powers know no bounds yet yearn to be tamed, explored, USED.
I approve of the fact that I love the feeling of being used.
I approve highly of the betrayal feeling because I have been used and abused. This is sacred reclamation.
A divine unlearning.
I have cum to know.
Deeply.
Hard.
Reflection
The clock in the shop. I *just* knew it was time.
A moment in space where I knew something bigger was meant for me.
My fingers are on a mission here - clack clack clack
Intuit — to divine — to know — to find.
TO ALLOW what is meant for you TO FIND you.
To see.
To feel.
Fine.
It is clear that we need to cleanse in order to listen. To solvent the mind in order to find clarity, peace of that part of the mind.
This is messy . Stilll wanting bad habits but do I need the clarity more?
Is this clairvoyance without the high noise?
Because with the vibes comes the crash and that ish is a tragic magician, gross and in turn-off.
Hear the gut more clearly, for there is room for blood and golden light.
Finding Gratitude
You can choose to see memories as confettis of good and one in the whole, without loosing breath or flailing in grief and tears. Yah it’s fucked up but without the chains you are free.
I am a better Me without the suffering.
I am a better Woman without settling for the bare minimum.
So what that bare minimum turns us on sometimes but once you find better, you know better, now. I am a better woman now.
The shift is to integrate the good and the bad. Not trying to control. Acknowledging the cycles.
Sitting still with the chaos. Surrendering to the flow.
Taking the chasms’ hand and dancing with Them, despite not knowing what will happen.
We don’t expect things to end because we don’t understand how badly we want to be betrayed.
Grief, sadness, pain, shame, guilt don’t compare to betrayal and yet we turn away from Ourselves everyday.
Looking in the mirror,
Using the lens,
I see better now.
If I show up as Turned On dancing with BeTrayAll then NoThing can hurt me.
I won’t allow the bare minimum any more. That is the sign. I will walk away so fast like an indy500 car on the tracks.
I can sit back, rest. The more we relax the more goodness we can receive.
Maybe it doesn’t have to be an “even though/does not mean” statement. Maybe it can be a full admission that we are turned on by grief itself. We love the feeling of disgust. It is okay to be dirty. We are happiest when we are betrayed. I expect to be called a cunt and that is exciting!
How to become the domme of your own life?
ASK for more, please.
You’re an Animal In A Dress
You know the powers you possess.
What are your deepest desires?
I want more peace and ease. I want more sparkles. I want more money and more lust. I want to beat a man at his own game, yet I don’t want to be alone. I want to be fiercely independent and be given everything I think I desire. I want the universe to provide for me in fun and thoughtful ways. I want to dominate myself. I want the world on a string that tingles all the way up. I want to move through with healthy boundaries. I want to make baaddd choices that have unexpectedly good outcomes. I want a new camera/lens kit setup because I know how powerful and supported I will be once I have it.
So mote it be.
Self worth is found in the work. Oof some of my work feels heavy. But isn’t that also too the shifting spiral downwards?
Valuing self is the upward spiral and the moves you can make.
And baby, am I making moves!
XOXO
Jordan Connor Christie specializes in helping women who were labeled "inappropriate girls" to heal their image of Self and re-write their story. Through various healing modalities, reading tarot cards and tapping into the archetype presented, the intention of stepping in front of the lens in order to express embodied empowerment is an alchemical co-creation of magical fine art portraiture. Boudoir photography is a reclamation of Her power.
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