How (& Why) I Weened Myself Off Of My Vibrator


I was contacted by a customer who just so happened to be the writer of this really wonderful blog called Sex Love Liberation. She told me her story of how Chakrubs helped her to ween herself off of her vibrator, enabling her to be more sensitive. I love this article and can relate. At the bottom of the article, you can sign up for her newsletter which will give you the ability to enter to *win* the product she calls “feminine, magical…likely something Aphrodite would use to pleasure herself.” 








Galore Magazine Reviews Chakrubs

Image Resident writer Claudia reviews Chakrubs for Galore Magazine. “They are by far the most luxurious and beautiful toys in my collection.” Click here for the entire review.  https://galoremag.com/sex-toy-reviews-the-chakrub/

First Kiss

Hello, nice to meet you. Are you a student of love?
Yes, I am. Are you?
I am. Shall we practice together?
Yes. I could use some help with this.
Me too.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I love you.
I love you too.




Chakrubs are sex toys made from 100% pure crystal that bring a sense of sacredness to your playtime.  These beautiful, hand-crafted tools are created with the intention of opening oneself to the healing properties crystals provide. Crystals have perfect molecular structures that have positive effects on our electro-magnetic fields. When our energectic bodies are at ease, we are at ease. We are open to healing, to peace, to love, to all of life’s pleasures.

‘Chakrubs’ derives from Chakra, a Sanskrit word describing energy wheels. Chakrubs urge you to feel deeply, passionately, subtly.  Light up your chakras, and create an intentional practice that not only gets you off, but turns you on in a way in which you will remain turned on and awakened with a renewed sense of self-awareness and wisdom.

We believe that by purchasing your Chakrub, you tell the universe you are ready to explore what it means to be activated by your own sensual body. You are ready to delve into your humanness, your divinity, to heal wounds that may hold you back, to discover what is unique about you.

Creating an intentional practice with Chakrubs entails learning to quiet the mind in order to feel sublte energies, develop emotional intelligence, strengthen self-awareness, and accepting every aspect of who you are.

We at Chakrubs are commited to helping our customers express themselves in healthy and beautiful ways. We believe that our customers are pioneers, are gods and goddesses, and are helping to shape what this company is. We welcome all feedback, stories, and ideas. We love that you love yourself. Choosing Chakrubs tells us you love yourself because Chakrubs:

-Are body-safe, made from the earth, and provided with love

-Sensitizes you so you may feel tingles from even the slightest, sensual touch

-Create harmony in mind, body, spirit

-Reduces stress

-Extracts repressed emotions

-Removes blocks caused by sexual trauma

-Creates deeper intimacy with the self and with your partner

-Encourages self-awareness and mindfullness

-Sets the tone for you to create your own intentions of wellness

We all carry the ability to expand our awareness and evolve neverendingly towards greater happiness and ease. Crystals have been utilized for thousands of years with ancient knowledge that they are a physical entity to assist us with getting in touch with these spiritual ideas and practices.

Welcome to yourself.

Knowledge is key as it works to unravel the mysteries of life, slowly revealing little pieces of the puzzle, hoping to create comfort in an at-times uncomfortable journey. There are two things we tend to think come naturally to us as human beings and so we ignore them with the academic approach. Yet, they are two of the most important factors in our quest for fulfillment. They are sex and love.

No matter what we do, if we are living we are learning lessons. But if you are here, you likely have a sense like we do, that with awareness and curiosity, there is more to be felt and experienced. To assume that to find love is lucky, or to have emotionally, physically and spiritually gratifying sex is an instinct, is to sell yourself short. 

Visit these pages as we discover what it means to have been given the ability to feel love and express it. Research, equip yourself with knowledge of love, sex, of intimacy and spirituality, and practice what resonates with you.

“Know thyself.” – Socrates

“Man know thyself; then thou shalt know the Universe and God.” -Pythagoras

The Mission Here 

We provide you offerings of arousal. We wish to guide you to become aroused sexually, intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually. To be aroused, and comfortable, unashamed, and brave in that arousal, is being confident in pursuing what you want. When you feel at ease with yourself, it is easier to be at ease with your partner and anyone whom you wish to be connected. To understand that you hold all the mysteries of the universe within yourself, is to begin a life-long journey of discovery. We are here to tell you, this journey is fun and it is beautiful. To remind you that you want love. That is what we all want. And once we admit that we must learn to love ourselves in order to experience it in all it’s forms, we start showing our gratitude for life by experiencing pleasure. Crystals are as old as the earth and hold consciousness. They want to aide us on our journeys. We are here to provide you with them. To be on the journey with you, to share the experience of opening up, to neutralize judgments, to become more self-aware. To not simply give you something to get you off, but to guide you to be turned-on, and remain turned-on to all of life’s pleasurable subtleties. It is your choice to come to a revelation that changes how you are experiencing your life. To unlock what is already within you, and start practicing what feels good.


A Letter to the Delicate


Dear Sweet One,

It is okay. It is all right to feel the way you do. Your life has been hard for you, yes, wonderful also, but let’s not downplay the difficulties you’ve been through. Don’t worry, dear one, I know how concerned you are of others, because of your sensitivity, you are so aware of the hardships of those around you. And these hardships seem more concrete then yours, and you have been invalidating yourself, your worries, your dis-eases, for too long. I’ll never forget being in California in an acting class. The teacher had me sit in front of everyone, I was having trouble crying in a scene. He came up to the stage, whispered in my ear, “It is OK to feel sorry for yourself.”

We are being taught to be grateful for what we have, to focus on the positive things in our lives, and that is very helpful. But, child, you are delicate. We all are. And even if your hard-ships aren’t concrete, you have faced so much in your life. And you are doing such a good job at handling them. Take time to remember these things that have affected you – these socially awkward moments of your childhood, these harsh revelations of your teenage years, the bad dreams, the bitter truths coming out during an argument with someone you love.

You have been able to swallow these happenings and keep them with you, and say how they’ve made you a better person, and that is so good. We are delicate, our minds are delicate, we are able to be affected by each other. We are able to be affected by knowing we’ve affected – ones we’ve loved but couldn’t be with, ones we’ve took anger out on, ones we’ve for some reason put down with our words. We carry so much, and you are so strong for dealing with these feelings with the grace you have.

I know when you can, you make people smile. I know the little things you do can go unnoticed – but they are so important. You are doing a good job. The little things do matter. If there is a troubled memory of your past, no matter how small, sit with it. Relive it. Ask it to tell you how it was meant to assist you. Once you come to a conclusion, you are free. You are free to unlock other things. Release what you need to.

It is your time to discover yourself. To hold yourself dearly and clearly state that your feelings are valid. To understand what you’ve been through and why. You are the most interesting person you know.

I know you. I know you are sweet. I know you are kind. I know you don’t feel you’ve always acted in this way. But it is who you are and you are doing great work.

Dear Sweet One. You have gone through so much. It is okay to feel sorry for yourself.

We are all delicate. And you have been affected by many things for that reason.

Go on now and give yourself the credit you deserve.


With great love.

The Valentine Giveaway Letter



This month I decided to give away a free Chakrub to someone. I put the word out on Facebook and said the winner will be someone who writes a compelling letter about why they would like their beloved to have one. I received a modest amount of entries, all with heart-warming stories. I thank everyone who entered, and want to let you know I will be doing more free giveaways. I believe in divine-timing, and when it is meant to happen, you will receive your Chakrub. 

I chose this entry to receive the first gifted Chakrub, because it stands for much of the big picture of my company. She is a woman from India, a musician, and was so grateful she has been emailing me with information about Indian beliefs, and even sent me a beautiful track she made for me with a Mantra. It is an honor to be in this line of work and have customers turn into friends and confidants. I am very, very blessed and want to say “Thank you” to all who read this blog, and who are supportive of what Chakrubs stands for. 

The Letter:


My name is Y*. I am an artist from India.I love to make music and sing.

I am my own beloved for many years now and have never ever bought any sex toy. Its just embarrassing going to a shop in India and asking for one and even the fear of my parents by chance finding one in my cupboard is very scary 

I think the first thought that came to my mind when i read about the chakrub was that it didn’t make me feel ashamed to think about getting one. Its a sacred and a very sensual toy.It somehow makes me feel its divine and spiritual to a very large extent.I don’t plan to get married as i am going to embrace Brahmacharya and i think this might help me to centre my self and slowly forget about all that is sexual
and transmute it like alchemy. Also this is more like worshipping the goddess in myself and invoking the divine feminine.This will set me free from all lust and will transform it all into love and sublime emotions.

Pls send me your beautiful Chakrub. Pls pray that the one you send me purifies my chakras and removes all pain of the past from my Yoni.

I send you lots of love.

Regards ,



photo by @alphachanneling 


A Gift for My Beloved


Below is an article written by a customer who bought a Chakrub for his girlfriend, now turned fiancé. For those out there wondering how by gifting your lover a Chakrub can strengthen a relationship, read on.

When a dear friend who also happens to be a gorgeous, married lesbian recommends a sex toy for you to buy for your lady – it is always a good idea to listen. Though I must admit that when I first saw the Chakrub, I thought she might have lead me astray. While a beautiful piece of crafted stone, I did not really understand how something that does not vibrate, pulsate or tickle could produce the kind of response I am have come accustom to seeing from my partner in crime. After one night of experimenting, I quickly realized that I could not have been more wrong. This weighty and sultry smooth device has become her go to solo toy in the bedroom and bathroom as well as a welcome addition to our lovemaking. 

 What I truly love about this item is that it has a life force of its own. From the beginning of introducing the Chakrub into our bedroom – we discovered it mirrors our mood and energy. It probes the soul as much as it probes the body. Some nights, this wand controls my arms and other nights I control it… some nights, I am not involved at all and simply have the best seats in the house for a spectacular show. I know that when I am stuck in a hotel room halfway across the country, my wanton desire and love still radiates from this item and therefore, I am still with my lover. 

 My relationship with my fiancée has blossomed over the last two years – strike that, it has burned like wildfire. I never knew how much it would pain me to spend nights without her. The Chakrub allows me to leave of piece of myself behind because it is more than just a sexual toy for stimulation… it is a sensual symbol of our love. Our sex life is a balance producing a wonderful variety of results. Some nights can violently spew forth gravitas and lust while other nights can burn slow like a candle and fill the room with sensual seduction. 

 The Chakrub is also a device of power turning my partner into a sensual goddess. Her ability to connect to this toy during sessions of self worship put her on cloud 9 without that dirty feeling that so often comes with plastic or rubber toys. There is no cheap or sloppy disconnect with the toy or having to pretend it is something else. The Chakrub is simply what it is – a beautiful scepter of pleasure capable of transformation. After a long day of stressful work related problems, my queen can slide into a tub or our satin sheets and release the day’s drama into a session of pampered pleasure. She is a goddess in my eyes and deserves to feel that way twenty-four vhours a day and seven days a week. With the Chakrub, she can connect with how I would be looking at her if I were right in front of her even when we are thousands of miles apart. 

 Distance is a tricky mistress in it’s own right and the Chakrub has helped patch some of the speed bumps in the road of our relationship. Our careers allow us the opportunity to travel the world and experience many cultures. We are professionally blessed and are intelligent enough to be equally self aware and grateful of this fact. This was at least how we felt until we met each other and found something that we love a million times more. Now while we still are passionate about our careers, the travel that we once loved creates a longing void in our day-to-day relationship – and nothing fills a longing void like a proper phallus. This is where the Chakrub comes in… because if you have to leave the one you love, might as well leave them in good hands. 

 With Valentine’s Day just around the corner and my unfortunately freelance schedule taking me on the road for the next 7 weeks – this will sadly be a long embargo from sex for us both. I can think of nothing better than leaving behind a new shimmering Chakrub as a way for us to be close while so far apart. A sexual dynamo in her own right, I know my lovely lady will be pleasuring herself whenever the mood strikes her so why not provide her with extra simulation inspiration. 

 Chakrub will allow my beautiful bride to be the opportunity to please herself like the queen I think she is while still charging her batteries for my inevitable return. I have no doubt that when I arrive home after my trip, I will receive a prolonged ‘welcome home.’ With our intimacy levels soaring through the roof, I know that our careers can still be the second biggest point of pleasure in our extravagant and loving lives. Chakrub’s most impressive power is its ability to crumble distance and time so I never feel truly apart from the woman I love.

Crying Masturbation


Here’s a hint; don’t tell me not to cry. Don’t tell anyone not to cry. Not your girlfriend, not your baby, not your little brother. I’m so good at demonizing my boyfriends that I’ve begun to demonize myself for it. But so far, it has been the most effective way for me to be effective. I am not a writers’ writer, a musician’s musician, or a girl’s girl. (There should be a one syllable word for adult female. Besides bitch).

But I do know that in my moments of hysteria, I have gotten so good to come out of my body and look at the situation as an opportunity for an art piece. I stop myself from crying. I don’t want to do that anymore.

My mother would leave the room when I was a baby and I would cry. I was the family’s cry baby. I was the little worry wart. Everyone’s choice way of soothing me was to tell me not to cry, to tell me everything is all right, that my mother will be right back.

Growing older into a musician, my mother would tell me in my tearful times that this is all fuel for my work. The boyfriend I saw the longest would call me crazy when I cried (or yelled or felt jealous or annoyed) and so I learned that many people do see emotions as crazy and with future boyfriends I’ve sometimes felt like putting a cap on my emotional outbursts.

But I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want to turn it into some kind of art form for a while. I want to feel. I want to cry.

I want to smash glasses when I’m mad, I want to pull out my hair when I’m frustrated, and I want to cry while I pace my house all over while holding my heart with one hand and my head with the other. I want to scream and not worry about waking up the boyfriend in my bed. I need this time. I need this time to cry alone, because as good as it is to have someone to comfort me, it is just as good to lose it when no one is watching.

I can remember specific cries I’ve had in this house. One when I had tell my mother something awful I can’t tell you about, one when I came back here after a long time, one when I found out something that reminded me of the first thing.

It is so utterly ugly when I cry. I always pace, or end up on the floor. I beat my heart like like I’m knocking frantically on a door. I blow my nose a thousand times and discard the tissues in a big pile next to me. My face becomes red and pimply and my lips get thinned and my head gets wrinkled.

But the beauty is that no one is watching me. No body is worried or thinking I’m being dramatic or conjuring up ways to relieve me of my pain. And I can allow myself to make these horrible sounds, these ugly faces, and they are just for me. They are just for my relief.

So tonight, when he told me not to cry, a different part of me became sad. The part where I had to control myself, so that he could sleep, so that he didn’t think I was being nuts. He is sweet. He said, “remember you can wake me up, anytime, for any reason. Even if that reason is to ask me if there is a grape flavored starburst.” He has been wonderful and I have been able to be much more free with my moods and emotions than any lover in the past. But tonight, when panic started entering and the tears were falling and he calmed me down, I felt unfulfilled.

I realized I really could’ve used a good cry, and I’m looking forward when I can do it freely. When I can indulge in my ugliness, my crying masturbation. My hysteria. When I can release whatever sorrows or plain dramatic motions without having anyone to add drama to it.

The next time I need to cry, I’m going to go for it. I’m going to have a fit. And I’m not going to stop and think about the situation of what got me upset and try to put it in a song, or calm myself down by calling a friend. I’m going to calm myself down by going through it. By crying up a storm. Because I decided that it feels good. In a weird way, crying is just so good.

This is My Diary


Phases get longer as we grow older and the only way I can save myself is to rebel against my own ideas. I am on a race to figure something out now to be able to enjoy my life for the rest of the possible 75 years at best. When I was a virgin I still wanted to be an actress. I remember feeling like I had potential, I knew I could express my heart out on the stage, but I didn’t get the chance to, I said it was due to circumstance, and understanding my potential for greatness and not being able to achieve it was death. This is what kills us.

I haven’t been a virgin for a while now, and I am bitter about having to say I lost something. I want to change that. My entire life people have told me I am special, and I want to figure out if they are being nice or if maybe I do have some sort of potential that they see. Because, like my old feeling that I could be a great actress, there is something I feel is possible within me, and I am going to die trying to reach this potential. With sex, with love, with success. How we do one thing is how we do many.

Virgin used to mean “not married, not belonging to a man, a woman who was ‘one-in-herself”. We do not lose anything. We gain access into our power. The power that allows men to see where they come from. Where we all come from. And it should feel good.

I want it to feel good so bad. I know my body is meant for greatness, and at my age, I am so lucky to have been given such a beautiful body. I have large breasts, a curvy ass, long wild dark hair, and a small waist. I love my body, and I want it to be seen and adored and worshiped. If it were not for this desire, I would be fine with continuing to pleasure myself – alone with god. But I want to show myself before I lose my aesthetic beauty.

When I die I will be alone. I don’t want the comforting words of a friend, and at this time I cannot conceive of being comforted by a future child or a husband. I want to be alone with God – everyone else is too awkward. It isn’t their fault, I am also awkward. I only want something beautiful and elegant. And every day that passes the gracefulness of conversation dwindles…

All I’ve seen of course is what’s come before me, so I really don’t know anything. But  I am dying alone, it is my most precious time. And I want to be by myself. I want to have my last words with God, and I want to feel at peace and prepared. After I die, then they can all come adorn me with flowers.

I don’t know what other people’s relationship with God is like. But I feel like I’m onto something about it. I know that it is within me, and it doesn’t matter if I’m crazy, because this is my experience and all that matters is my personal sanity. My perception is my universe, and I have to build the self-trust within my universe if that last  breath in my beauty big breasted body will feel justice.

So when I fuck. It is the base. It is the core of being a human. We come from sex. I have a built in mechanism to feel epicurean pleasures. I am supposed to feel this way. Just as I am supposed to piss, shit, eat, and grow hair, I am supposed to get wet, and find ways to relieve my arousal. And I can’t help but feeling like there’s greater and greater fucking pleasure to be felt. When I am alone, I make myself feel so good. And yet there is something to be desired. That other skin, that strength around my neck, the mystery of a man and the feeling of vulnerability. The awareness that there are tantric rituals that people practiced for thousands of years. It’s the awareness of the potential, and I need to know if I am being lied to, if everyone is lying, if I’m not really special, if the atheists are right.

I would be perfectly satisfied with going crazy as I try to prove myself (and the people in my life who have told me I am special) right…because in that insanity I will believe that I am reaching potential, that I am feeling really fucking good, that I am special. And there is that voice that tells me, it’s a fight worth fighting. Figure out how to feel really good, figure out how to break through your walls and become a success.

I was singing once on the late bus heading home from an after school program. Quietly to myself, Fiona Apple’s “Criminal.” One of the popular kids who often raised his eyebrow at me came over and in all sincerity said, “Are you going to be famous? Like, a famous singer?” I nodded and said “yes.” He nodded back and sat down in his seat. There was nothing unordinary about this.

“Don’t give up.” “Keep going.” “You have something, really.”

But what does anybody know. Everyone can be lying to me. Maybe I have a mental disability and people take pity on me and want me to feel good so that I feel good. They don’t know any better. I don’t know any better.

“The Special One.”  One of the most influential people in my mother’s life wrote a song titled that. That is what he called me. He died of Lupus, the song is on tape somewhere, I’ve never listened to it.

He was crazy. I loved him.

We are so easily breakable. We can break each other. We have that power. We can become vicious to feel powerful because we are so powerless. And we’re all afraid of the choices we’ve made, and we’re all afraid of ourselves, our potential, failing. Afraid now of even being afraid, for we may just attract what we fear.

I am so bothered by all of your quotes. Live by one and share it when you are in a moment with someone who will be affected by it. I am so bothered by these trends telling us how to live, when really, are we getting smarter? Are we figuring something out? I am. I am going to die trying, and I will be alone, and I want to be.

I was on vacation with my boyfriend of six years, soon before I left him for someone who would shatter me. Shatter. Not the right word. But it’s a great word.

We were at some hot springs and I went to get a massage. The woman towards the end of the massage said to me, “I don’t ever do this, but spirit is telling me to do this for you. Sit up and straddle the massage table. I am going to turn around and show you how to move. Do what I do.”

I did as she told me. She started moving her arms and squatting in a way that was like dancing. Slow, energy moving. She told me I have no choice in the matter. I am going to create. It is our duties as women. She told me many things. And I began to cry while feeling the most joy I have ever felt. I rested my head on the massage table. She said, “Isn’t it great when she shows up?” She meant, “Goddess,” and I am not sure how I know that.

After my boyfriend had his massage I asked him, “Did you experience what I experienced?” He said he had a good massage. My eyes were wide and filled with ideas and I felt special.

I have a great gift of making the men in my life feel invalid. I don’t know why it began, but I remember doing this even to my father, when I was learning how to draw lower case ’r’s in school. I asked him for help drawing something else, and he changed my lower case to an upper case with the kindest and purest of intentions. I threw a hissy fit. I whined and said “no!!” while stomping my foot. He got so angry he spanked me while calling me ungrateful. I’ve blamed my father for a lot over the years, and it’s only recently I realized that he is just another victim of my ability to invalidate the men in my life.

I’ve always had someone be in love with me. And most of the times, I’d keep them at a distance. When they profess their love I’d say something like, “You just heard that line in a movie somewhere. You don’t really feel what you’re saying. You just want to. And I’m listening.” More recently I decided to try to stop this trend, and begin to validate men’s feelings for me. I’ll say, “thank you” and be compassionate and understanding, and sometimes even try to fall in love myself. What I’ve learned is that…men want to love us. They love to love us! Women move men in such a way that leads to such wonderful creations! Forever we have inspired men, from arousing them to allowing them to be emotional. Men want to love us. And the thing I feel is, we cannot simply be muses. We need to inspire because we are inspired. And to be inspired…we need to love ourselves, too.

Another great way I’ve invalidated men is through orgasm. My lack of orgasm when they fuck me. They want to love us, they want to pleasure us, so badly. I want to feel good so bad…but my body has refused to orgasm with another person. My number of orgasms with a man can be counted on fingertips, and I often cry afterwards because I want to feel good so bad. I want to figure this out.

I study. I study love, sex, intimacy. I study myself. I don’t travel much around the world (yet), as my current form of travel is within people. I have submerged myself into various people. Become close. It’s all apart of my work. My work I am desperately doing in hopes I will figure something out so I may stop thinking and enjoy as best I can the potential 75 years left of my life.

I want something to happen, I want to love myself in a way that unlocks my potential so I am successful in a career that serves others, so that I can allow someone to love me who I will love back, so I can feel at peace on my deathbed in the last moments in my mind with my learned perception with God and can leave feeling like I did a good job.

I want to do a good job being a human being.

You Are Sacred Space


Chakrubs. The Sacred Sex Toy Company.

The intentional practice for self-realization. Sexual awareness. Goddess exploration.

Open your heart, open your mind, open yourself to the divine that lies within you.

Allow the perfect molecular structure of the crystal to rebalance your Chakras, the sanskirt term for the energy wheels we embody, allow your mind to quiet down so you may feel the subtleties of every movement, every sexual spark, every touch of yourself, your lover, your blanket. Take pride in the fact you now have the highest standards of what may enter you. You, you are being entered into. What is your inside like? Your inside is the beginning of creation. We all come from that place. It is your secret, your Mona Lisa smile. Who, and what, may have the priviledge of knowing you? Yes, goddess. It is a priviledge. You are magic, it is all within you. And now that you are willing to unravel, the mystery is unfolding to you. What will bring you to ectasy? What do you need to feel this natural gift we are all given? What do you want to feel? Why do you want to feel? What does it feel like to you? That’s right, you know. Smile, smirk, flirt with yourself. You hold all the answers and you create the questions. What do you need to feel this way? To carry on this underlying magnitude into your everyday life? Do you want to simply get off? Or do you want to remain turned on? Turned on so that you never question your intuition, you know what it feels like to know what you want and how to get it. You feel this every time you are in sexual bliss – comfortable, trusting, sexy, confidant, aroused, present, in love. In love with the moment, in love with the air you’re breathing, in love with the body you were given, in love with all of your choices that have led to this moment, in love with all the eccentricities, all the perversions, all the tastes, the sounds, the sights. You created this moment, you deserve it. You are worthy.

What makes Chakrubs so unique? You do.  You have everything you need to heal your emotional and energetic dis-ease. Chakrubs allows you to explore what you have, with the support of a crystal. Crystals have been used for thousands of years as a tool for overall well-being. Crystals are formed with the earth, and can be old as millenia. They have a measurable frequency, and when paired with your own sexual frequencies, the ability to create balance is extraordinary. What do you need to heal to move forward into a life that suits you? This is your life – your LIFE! Oh my god – what is your God? Whatever it is, that which you call source, you have been created and given the birthright to sensory explorations! The way to show gratitude? Know thyself. Figure something out. Figure out what it takes to be turned on. Turned on in a way that you feel connected to yourself, to your people, to your work, to your purpose, to your body. Unveil. Drop the illusions and dive into your own being. Bring yourself, goddess, to this moment. In this moment you are safe, you are alone with god, that which you call source, proving that you are grateful for the life you have been given. Figure something out for yourself. It doesn’t have to look like anything in particular, except for you. You, your perspective, is the only unique thing. You know what you need to feel happy and you know how to get it.

You see? Everything is a metaphor for everything else. How you do one thing is how you do many things. Your sex is so personal, so do it like you. Let your Chakrub do what you need it to do. Set your intention. Re-sensitize yourself by holding it inside, meditating, and tuning into the sublte vibrations of the crystal. Open your heart chakra by focusing on love and gratitude, cleanse the energies of past lovers and get ready for your soul mate, realize that you are a sacred space. You are divine, you are a Goddess.

With a Forever Kind of Love,

Vanessa Cuccia