From savage love to the wildness of the Andes
When the Universe Undresses You with Bloody Hands: From the jungles of the Amazon to surrendering to a vision bigger than you
(communing with the beautiful stone carvings in the village beneath Machu Picchu)
The Universe hasn’t been caressing me lately. He hasn’t been whispering sexy invitations into my ear. Instead, he’s been dragging me bare and howling into the fire.
Layer by layer, it rips me open…
not with tenderness, but with the blunt, brutal force of inevitability.
The erotic expansion of my soul hasn’t been gentle.
It has been fucking savage.
Ravishing away all of the clothing that has been hiding my tenderness and my vulnerability….and basic stability I thought I had in the form of friends and allies.
In these last five months, I hilariously thought I would survive Venus Retrograde unscathed:
“I’m safe this time around! I’m not in a relationship,” I thought to myself as I remembered the last initiation Venus in Retrograde dragged me through.
In these last five months, I have lost more than I thought I could survive.
I said goodbye to the greatest man I have ever known: My grandfather.
A man who was like a father to me. A man who embodied Divine Masculine energy & showed me what Divine Union can look and feel like. The love him and my grandmother shared laid a foundation in lieu of the rotting hole of where my father’s absence was.
Then, my father, whom I forgave and had been building a relationship with for the past six years, has once again chosen estrangement over healthy communication, opting to instead add more stones to the pile of absences I’ve carried for too long.
And then, two of my closest friends…women I loved like sisters, just
gone. Without ceremony. Without honouring.
And then…
beneath it all, a former business venture & collaboration, one I believed was my legacy,
collapsed itself a pile of ash at my feet.
It has been a season of deaths, an unavoidable and ruthless pruning.
A season of standing at the edge of everything familiar, and being asked to step off the cliff and trust I can fly.
Of course, I am supposed to be an embodiment of this kind of soul initiation.
Afterall, it is my life’s work.
Yet, there are days…where I wish it wasn’t.
Where I wish I was the blissfully ignorant muggle, slaving away at a 9-5, wishing for the end of a work day to Netflix-and-Chill.
Because, while the soul lesson cannot be avoided, there is no glamour in this kind of surrender.
No polished wisdom gleaming through yet.
Only the rawness of a soul being kneaded into something unrecognizable.
I have fought it.
God knows I have fought it.
Clawed at the doors shutting before me.
Wept against the hands unthreading themselves from mine.
Cursed the heavens that seemed to take and take and take.
But deep in the marrow of me, a different knowing burns:
I am not being destroyed.
I am being demanded.
Demanded into a vision larger than my old life could contain.
Demanded into a magnitude I had prayed for
but never fully understood the cost of.
The universe is not punishing me.
It is preparing me.
It is fucking me open to birth something colossal,
something I would have been too small to hold if I stayed who I was.
This is not the death of me.
It is the death of my illusions.
The death of false loyalty.
The death of old dreams too narrow for the woman I am becoming.
So I let the grief rip through me.
I let the betrayals burn.
I let the silence echo in the chambers of my hollowed chest.
Because underneath all of it, I can feel it now
The new vision, crowned in fire, kicking inside me.
Demanding to be born.
I am on my knees.
I am in the dirt.
I am everything I never wanted to be…
And somehow, impossibly, I am more free than I have ever been.
A VISION EMERGES
On the heels of all this destruction and crumbling, many towers falling around me. Was a seed I had planted many decades ago, begin to sprout tiny tendrils. It is time to land the temple once and for all. A temple devoted to healing and the Divine Feminine.
While I also had this inkling when I co-founded EarthSong, a 34-acre farm on Vancouver Island…that project in it’s team constellation, wasn’t able to accomdate the intention of retreats, gatherings and a dedicated space for transformation.
Like a lightning bolt, last winter after my grandfather passed, the real stink of mortality hit me, and I just knew deep in the marrow of my bones I needed to focus on creating a physical retreat space for the continued expression and expansion of my work.
So—for months and months, I listened and put together the vision for Holistica, creating the business plan, financial projections and pitch deck for interested investors.
Because my former business partner and I had decided to close our joint venture, the blank canvas of my life could be painted with a new vision, one that was bigger than I could have ever fathomed.
I also knew this vision would rock boats, would trigger others (esp. some people really close to me)…
Because, that’s what transformation does.
It fucks up people’s projections of who they think you are and what you’re capable of. It fucks with how they ‘measure up’ to you…esp people who are subtly insecure or unsure of their own big dreams.
And so…yeah, much like the power of a forest fire to clear the ground for new growth, listening to this new direction and calling started a lot of fires in my life, in order to make room for what wanted to emerge.
And just as a I had landed the vision and dream team…an old decision to journey to Peru came just in time, to allow space to listen.
A JOURNEY TO THE ANDES
While the internet was on fire about “radical monogamy in the field of erotic mystics” (something I have soooo much to say on…but will leave that for another time! - google it if you want to watch your jaw fucking drop in disbelief;) and people and children were still systemically starved in Palestine, I had the privilege to unplug from it all and plug back into the primordial heartbeat of Pacha Mama.
No diversions, distractions, or busyness (𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡).
(Boat trip with our guides into the heart of the Amazon to learn about the local fauna and flora)
Just the hum of the jungle, the symphony of cicadas, and coming home to the raw beauty of nature herself exhaling through vines, , animals and mountains.
After a decade of working for myself and in this field of embodiment & sacred sxxuality work, going offline every year for a period has been necessary to come back online in my body, heart and spirit .
I underwent this journey to also gain more insights and wisdom around this next chapter of my life that is calling me to move abroad & create a physical temple space devoted to nature, the feminine and beauty.
PERU HIGHLIGHTS
There were so many moments of awe and wonder that infused this sacred vision quest into the unknown. So I’ll try to share in order of events.
LANDING IN THE AMAZON RAINFOREST
Looking out of the plane as we began to land in Iquitos was wild! Looking down at the snaking river of the Amazon below was a dream I’d held ever since I was 17. My inner activist emerged while in highschool, as I would spend my lunch hour and free blocks consuming everything I could about the ensuing destruction of the rainforest and how to prevent it.
So to find myself landing in a place I had wanted to travel to since I was a young girl was profound.
The two hour boat ride into the sticky humid heat and buzz of the wild forest of the Amazon initiated us all into the hum and chorus of wild beasts and insect kingdom.
Our jungle lodgings at Curassow Lodge were also humble yet exotic—thatched roofs and rooms on stilts in the bloated river was a welcome start to our adventure.
The first days landing were luxuriously chill, punctuated with the occasional adventure into the Amazon to find sloths, monkeys, birds, and all kinds of rare and exotic creatures. One of my favorite spottings were the wild anaconda a local caught in his net that I got to hold!!!!
Tony holding the wild anaconda.
We also spotted a coral tree snake, some others found some wild cayman, and my friend (thank GOD not I) came across some tarantulas chilling on his patio.
SITTING WITH AYAHUASCA IN THE JUNGLE
So I’ve been sitting with ayahuasca for close to 10 years now, close to every year, with some dear friends and facilitators in Canada.
But nothing prepared me for the powerful brew we were served by an incredible Maestro in the jungle.
Our Maestro had been taught by his father, with his first drink being when he was 8 years! He then began serving when he was 25 years old, so he had experience serving this powerful medicine for over 25 years.
We were blessed to be led in helping prepare the Aya.
(Helping prepare the Ayahuasca vines to be brewed with the Chakruna leaves. Pounding the vine helps open it up so the medicine comes out when boiling).
From pounding the thick aya vines and layering the chakruna leaves in the boiling pot, to adding our prayers to the boiling brew and preparing ourselves with a flower bath, it was a deep honour to add our energy and love into the medicine we would drink in the evening.
To ease all of the nerves and anxiousness of the group (around sitting for our first night with Aya), our guides Alex and Flavio took us all out to swim with pink dolphins! That experience crescendoed with a rainbow as the dolphins swam a final goodbye to us! Unbelieveable!
Man…my ass got handed to me that first night! While the actual brew tasted almost pleasant, it was so bloody potent — that I began travelling through a wormhole at lightspeed, filled with psychadelic and pulsing geometries.
I finally puked—I mean purged, into my bucket and surrendered into the journey she wanted to take me on.
(Learning about the different medicinal properties of each of the plants we bathed in for our prepartory flower bath before drinking Ayahuasca).
The Maestro came around at some point to inquire if I wanted a second cup….and first the first time EVER…I was so damn fine with just one cup. Holy Lord!
The medicine continued — and I went into a portal where I felt golden dragons entering my DNA and clearing loose any debris or shit that didn’t need to be there, as my body pulsed and convulsed in a rhythmic dance of Kundalini awakening.
At a certain point, everything slowed down…and then went quiet…for everyone. All we heard was the chirp of crickets and the chorus of frogs croaking. It was beautiful and welcoming, subtly whispering the message that us humans need to return to listening to the wisdom of nature, if even just once in a while.
She also revealed to me where I need to surrender to the temple vision even more, and allow the magic of the Universe to support me.
And she also bitch-slapped me in humour, laughing at the last thread to my ex that I had held onto (I literally found the one and only photo I had left from our relationship in some old folder on my phone). She was like, “yes that photo of you two at that festival WAS amazing…and you’re calling in something real, deep, and with stability. Do you really need to keep that photo?”
Best believe I deleted it right after the ceremony without a second thought.
MEETING MY ARKANA - ANIMAL PROTECTOR
We had a day of integration between each ceremony…deeply needed, as I felt fucking raw and daresay humbled by the strength and potency of the brew. Fuck, I was even a bit scared to sit the second night, fearing the intensity.
Well…the thing with Aya is that she’s such a potent teacher, and knows exactly what you need. If night one was a roller coaster of intensity and adrenaline to shake loose the shit, night two was like being rocked to sleep by the Great Mother herself (in fact, I think a few people in our ceremony did fall asleep during our journey).
I knew night two would reveal more around love, legacy and career…and I let her sweep me in the visions and affirmations she wanted to share.
Before we began, Maestro shared he would sing each of us a special song to help call forth our protective animal spirits —or Arkana.
So when the black jaguar emerged in my medicine journey and merged with my being, I definitely wasn’t suprised. Since I had begun to feel my time with the Phoenix winding down, and changed my name (to friends and family) back to my birth name at my April birthday, I had felt a new animal presence wanting to come in and commune with me.
So, when the ceremony ended in gentleness and I felt content with what had been revealed, I headed off to my room to drift into a peaceful slumber, letting my awareness be lulled to sleep by the hum of frogs and nighttime wildlife.
Just as I was about to drift off…
I heard a loud and heaving breathing just outside my window.
“Whatever…I’m just going to let my imagination take the credit…” I thought.
And then continued to try and focus on sleep.
“Fuck…what the fuck!”.
The breathing and growling sound got louder and closer, like it stepped inside my room.
“Get out of here—you’re not welcome,” I verbally shouted to the corner of my room, having had experiences with entities and otherworldly energies. While not totally unknown to me, I def did not want to be dealing with demons or dark shit, especially not alone in my room, coming off of ayahuasca. Shit like this can be scary enough when you’re sober, let alone when the veil is somewhat thin.
The menacing growl only seemed to get louder as my fear rose.
“Fuck this…!” I thought, and jumped out of bed, racing outside to see if there was indeed some sort of wild beast outside my window.
Nope! However the growling continued to follow me up the gangplank as I wobbled (still a bit clumsy from drinking aya) to find some help!
My voice now shouting at 3am into the dark, “Leave me the fuck alone! GET OUT OF HERE!!!”, I was now terrified trying my best to run.
I found Tony, one of the workmen, who happened to be fixing a boat. Tears streaming down my face, I was trying to parse the small amount of Spanish I knew to get help. “Senorita, we’ll find Flavio”, and he began running with me to Flavio’s bungalow.
Flavio opened the door, bleary eyed and half-dressed, bemused but also concerned.
He led me to the main lodge while trying to suss what happened, and after he got my landed on the coach, puffing on mapacho and protecting the space, he began trying to locate where the wild sounds had come from.
I was a wreck and def not ready to be left alone. Flavio, bless his heart, stayed up with me for hours until the sun rose, and we got real deep and personal, talking about love, sharing life visions and even singing to each other. I was able to finally drift into a light slumber once the sun rose, still feeling the dread that the growling invoked me in me.
The next day I was anxious and eager to ask Maestro what the hell happened, and get his insight. As we all circled up to ask for his insights into our protective animals, of course he shared mine was the black jaguar. When I shared the experience with him, of course, his reply made sense. My late night visitation was from my animal guardian himself and was making himself known. “Don’t be afraid Senorita, he is there to protect you…make friends with him”. It made complete sense…that yes….wild jaguars must be damn scary to encounter in the wild, and perhaps confronting this wild power was also an initiation into deeper courage that I would need next on my path.
I was also delighted to learn of the importance of the jaguar to the peoples of the Amazon. Representing power, mystical abilities as well as protection, according to many tribal communities in the Amazon, the jaguar and the shaman represent both power and danger.
Shamans can choose to dedicate their powers to curing illnesses or to causing sickness or death. And with the interchangeable role or significance of the jaguar/shaman, the power associated also comes with great responsibility.
Our time ended in the jungle on such a wild note, but I was ready for a welcome reprieve from the armies of mosquitoes that delighted in sucking me dry, and was ready for our journey to Cusco and later Pisac.
FROM THE MOUNTAINS WITH LOVE
Our next leg of the journey took us to the chilly mountainous region of Cusco, where we nestled into what would be our home for the next week. Bloody cold (a warning to anyone travelling there the future, bring your sweaters and warm socks), with cold showers and near freezing temperatures at night, I was shocked at how different the climate was from the sticky warmth of the Amazon.
We traipsed around the hilly city of Cusco, marvelling at ayahuasca-inspired wall murals, cobblestone lined streets, and hidden stores tucked away in courtyards.
Our time to travel to Pisac and journey with Huachuma (San Pedro) was fast approaching, and I was also elated to reconnect with a soul sister from Canada. She had departed to Peru shortly before Covid, and ended up staying and meeting her life partner, starting a family and helping her partner run a retreat centre serving medicina.
I was to spend some time with her apart from our group, reconnecting with my friend and finally meeting her little kiddos.
Just so happened a festival was happening in Pisac that coincided with our visit, and I got to shake my booty a bit, while enjoying the valley of Pisac with her, surrounded by hippies;) It was quite a blast, so I was still quite reserved, integrating my time with aya and knowing I was to sit for the first time with a new plant medicine the following day.
A NEVER-ENDING:) JOURNEY WITH HUACHUMA
Over the last decade, I’ve sat with many a plant medicine. From Bufo, Aya, Psyllosibyn, 5MEO, and many others…I had never sat with Huachuma before, so I was nervous (as is the case with any new plant medicine).
And getting from my friend’s retreat centre in Pisac to the place where we’d be sitting with Huachuma proved to be it’s own adventure.
The taxi driver I had responsibly enlisted the previous day to pick me up bright and early, never showed. However Bill the Ayahuasca Shaman at my friend’s retreat centre just so happened to hop onto the local collectivo (the cheap shared mini-bus transport most locals rely on), and beckoned me to join him.
I landed in the town of Pisac and found myself a tuk-tuk to take me to the bottom of a Shire-esque path I was to climb up to the house. I found myself walking beside a little stream, trying to find the markings to the lodge we’d be all gathering at.
I knocked on a rusty red wooden door carved with a sun on it. A weathered Peruvian hippy man with a 3rd-eye tattooed on his forehead opened it up. “Huachuma ceremony…blah blah bad Spanish…,” I tried to explain I was here for the morning’s ceremony.
Nope. Wrong door, we finally figured out!
Continuing up the path, I found Paul’s place and awaited the remaining crew members to arrive. Paul was quite the enigmatic character, and I expected no less. Like Gandalf’s funnier brother, his white hair and wizened face punctuated by surprising guffaws and laughter helped ease my nerves. He was a rad dude who’d spent many a year seeking wisdom in the mountains of India before finally settling down in Peru to serve San Pedro to the curious.
My fellow travellers finally landed, and we began preparing for the very long medicine journey we were embarking upon. We sat around the lime green colored juice to be consumed, and whispered our final intentions before gulping down the gritty liquid that would bring us to some deep inner places.
We settled across his property in different outdoor nooks and awaited a few hours for the medicine to begin it’s ascent in its consciousness. I took to laying around, breathing and meditating on the questions I desired answers to, as I looked at the valley below us. It felt like hours before I felt things begin to shimmer.
Our guide Feliz made a surprise appearance, seemingly to check up on us (so sweet!), and I saw him pass by quietly with Paul as they made their way down to the Maloka. Something must have shifted, because I felt a wave of nausea pass through me…though I couldn’t physically purge.
The sweet pup of Paul’s was nearby in the bushes, and I turned to see her purging apparently from both ends, almost as if she was trying to help get the process started for me. That was it…I was violently purging into my bucket, while holding my hair from getting drenched.
Finally the nausea passed, and I lay back to feel released into the haziness of the energy that overtook me.
Hours and hours passed, fleeting moments of merging with nature, coupled with emotional insights that layered on top of themselves in my energy. The cacti and plants in his garden kept whispering to me through the haze of visions, and a few hummingbirds danced nearby. They even left a feather for me apparently.
One of the clear insights I can share here that came through was the medicine congratulating me. “Congratulations, you transcended the initiation of feeling like you need a man to save you! Now that you’ve moved through that energetic blockage, how do you desire to spend your life and passion?”
I came back to the foundational reason that drew me to Peru, to get clarity on the next chapter of my wild life that was asking me to *ahem* raise money in building a retreat centre in Europe…yeah…big fucking wild visions, which can only come through big fucking wild trust.
She showed me many affirmations and visions to support the dream, and how to illicit support and help for this temple to be birthed.
The hours dragged on…and I was finally able to stumble to my feet and trudge to Paul’s kitchen to pour a steaming cup of ginger tea. I cried in his kitchen, realizing the difficult simplicity of what it is to hold space for others. I cried for the journey I was on, and how much surrender it was asking of me.
I pulled Paul aside to talk for a bit, and we got into mortality, legacy, and other antidotes on life. I got tired again and crawled back to lay down, sluggishness moving over me.
More visions, more hours, more nausea, and rolling around.
I finally crawled into the living room to be near the lit fire Paul made.
More clarity emerging as more hours passed.
“Holy fucking hell…how long does this last?”, I queried to myself as the sun set and darkness blanketed the sky.
Paul made us what I thought was possibly the most delicious fresh bread and lentil soup I had ever had, and we all began to settle into the room and contemplate how we would manage getting home.
7pm finally rolled around, ourselves still wobbly from the medicine, yet needing to return to Cusco (an hour long journey by taxi).
“Long legs that medicine has!”, my fellow journeyer quipped as we squished together inside the taxi, tired yet still humming with the medicine.
TOO MANY MOMENTS OF AWE
There were just too many moments of beauty, awe and gratitude to spill across these pages that it could take me months. Just a few more highlights that filled me with joy.
• My fellow travellers: What started out as a pack of strangers turned into a sweet soul family with harmonious quirks and personalities. I fell in love with each and everyone of them ~ and beautiful friendships emerged rather quickly. I am also deeply grateful for the work of our guide Feliz in organizing the minutia of such a grand adventure.
• The incredible humans we met along the way! From our jungle guides, to Paul, and each of the humans we connected with in our adventures, the local Peruvian people were so beautifully hospitable to us. We even befriended some folks in Lima who took us out for a few nights of carousing (won a few pool games) including a local Salsa night, to karaoke with some new friends in the village of Machu Picchu.
• Diverse travels around the country: From the deep jungles of Iquitos, to the chilly mountains of Cusco and Pisac, to the buzzing energy of Lima, we really covered alot of terrain. We also toured a local Alpaca factory, salt mine, an ancient agricultural laboratory, and other sacred sites like Machu Picchu. It was incredible to experience the immense diversity held within one country.
• Moments of permanence: My last night in Peru was blessed by staying with Feliz in a wicked old castle-turned-hostel, and I got some last minute flash tattoos to commemorate the experience.
RE-EMERGING HUMBLED & RAW
Now that I'm coming down from a wild portal travelling through Peru on my sacred vision quest and then straight into regional Burning Man event with my daughter (think 3500 weirdos gathered on Vancouver Island to create wild radical experiences of connection & creativity)…
Here are some of the deep truths that came through on this pilgrimage:
* 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡 : Of teachers, lovers, gurus, guides and most of all, the version of yourself you think you should be. If you aren’t finding the Guru within, you’re likely going to experience a fall of someone you looked up to immensely and be wildly disappointed.
We’re all humans humaning ~ and the real work is collapsing the hierarchy within and remembering the divine intelligence of your own soul. While the Aubrey Marcus shitshow triggered me for different reasons right before my Aya ceremonies (which I may share — if I receive enough interest)…I never placed that dude on a pedastal. Yes, I too am a wildly imperfect & messy human sharing this giant sentient Rock Mama with you, but I also listen to my inner guidance from a healthy sense of trust within.
* 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚: In one ceremony, Grandmother showed me that she is always here for us, if we just slow down once in a while and actually COMMUNE with her. Set aside time every week to commune with her in some form or fashion, and watch your peace and life transform.
* 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 and share the gift of surrender - to life, love and the unknown. In one of my ceremonies, I came face to face with my Black Panther animal protector, and it scared…the…shit out of me. Why? Because meeting the ‘𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦’ within forces us to confront where we try to control aspects of our lives and instead shows us what it is to be in communion with the dance of the unknown.
* 𝑮𝒂𝒊𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 OG 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒓𝒐𝒔 & 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒊: She shows us that sxxuality is not a performance, but a pulse, one that ebbs and flows with rhythms, cycles, and relaxation. Arousal is not just sexual, but a spiritual response to our heart, soul and sacral ~ and that the nervous system, when reset by Earth’s rhythm, becomes an open channel for true, sacred pleasure.
𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣… 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮.
A quieter nervous system.
A reverence for the unseen.
And a commitment to the prayers that are etched into the veins of my spirit…
Deep gratitude to Feliz for being our trusted guide, my travelling buddies, Maestro Antonejro, Paul and all of the humans that contributed to this powerful edxperience.
This journey gave me deep clarity around how Nature wants to be worshipped…truly revered….not through Performance dressed up as spiritual evolution, but through reverence and ceremony for Her…the Earth.
This is what it means to say yes to life.
Not the easy life.
The true one.
So here I am.
Ruined and rising.
And still even now…I say yes.
I have some BIG things brewing in my womb & cauldron to share with the world…
And as a beautiful human who stays in touch with my work + life through this platform, I wanted you to be the first to know…and say YES to this beautiful primal existence, with me.
I have some experiences coming up ~ which are to help you remember your connection to your Wild & Primal Self:
• Wednesday, July 2 · 6:30 - 9pm | VANCOUVER: Primal Magic Playshop: By Donation» Invoke the power of your primal magic in this unique embodiment workshop that weaves connection & authentic relating practices, sensual archetypal embodiment, movement, dance and engaging partner/group games. Explore the power of your ancient primal animal self through verbal, non-verbal practices & wild expression of your sensual + holy Eros.
This unique embodiment journey touches on your four primary archetypes (of the Lover, Warrior, Alchemist & Ruler), intentional energy exchange, and unleashed creativity to honour and liberate your spectrum of expression and emotion. And I’ve had the pleasure of sharing this workshop at festivals around the world including Lucidity Festival, Hawaii Tantra Festival, Otherworld, SoulPlay Fest, and Heart of Tantra Festival.
Warning: This experience will provide unbridled states of play, laughter, emotion, and primal wildness Come solo (or better yet...with a friend or partner).
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• Thursday, July 3rd: ONLINE PRIMAL MAGIC PLAYSHOP By Donation» For those internationally.
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• AUGUST 2025 | VANCOUVER | RITUALS OF EROS: A 3-Part Immersive Erotic Ritual Mystery Experience. Think Dinner en’ Blanc meets Burning Man Temple Party Vibe. One of the hottest underground experiences you can dream up…and I just released 10x early early bird tickets….enter the mystery, if you dare.
xoxo Phoenix