If You Must Know Thyself, You Must Know Thy Sex 💦

Sex: they'll never teach you this in school, or in religion.

Nov 01, 2024

My first real desire for sex struck after hearing a girl in my class describe how her boyfriend fingered her, then penetrated her deeply until her lights went out.

I didn’t expect that single conversation to leave such a profound, sticky effect in the gap of my thighs.

I still remember her lips sucking in air as she described how sweeeeet it felt—the arch of his penis, the bite of his hunger for her, the clash of their bodies in rhythm.

I wanted that, too.

Her vivid descriptions seeded a lustful curiosity in my subconscious without warning.

The biological desire for mating instantly took hold of me, swirling freely in my 17-year-old mind.

Day after day after that conversation, I wondered what sex with a man would feel like. I imagined him, tall, his sun-blackened skin and impulsive masculinity rubbing against me.

When I prayed for success in my exams, I also prayed for a boyfriend to snatch me up and snatch my soul, too. I wanted what my friend had experienced.

Sex.

It sounded like heavenly bliss on earth.

Not even the preacher on the pulpit, screaming about hellfire and pre-marital repercussions, could stop me.

And all of this from just one conversation.

That was many years ago.

Before social media, Instagram, and instant gratification.
Before corn hub and only fanbases.
Before “corn” was allowed on a massive social site like X.
Way before the iPhone, Blackberry, and flip phones.
Before every child’s most valued gift was a tablet, downloading billions of bits of digital information into their barely developed brains per minute.

Long, long before every Tom, Dick, and Lagatha had a mic for a podcast, dishing out relationship advice from trauma-nourished minds.

These days, I sit and wonder about our world, our children, and the beautiful ones not yet born. Young people have so much poison to deal with, along with generational traumas, programmed poverty, mental enslavement, and endless propaganda trapping the soul in this 3D realm.

There’s so much noise coming at you per second that you barely even have time to think for yourself…

Let alone go within, meditate, heal, connect with your inner child, and hear the gentle whispers of the God within.

Hmmmm…

How are y’all doing back there?

I hope everyone is okay and taking intentional possession of their conscious minds.

I hope you are the one deciding what you’ll feed your eyes, listen to, and accept as Truth.

I hope you’re taking back your power from algorithms programmed to hack your God-given energy, possess your awareness, and drain your life force.

Your mind is a garden, and your thoughts are the seeds that will bear the fruit that eventually becomes your life.

If you’re not planting the seeds yourself, believe someone else is doing it for you—and you sure as hell won’t like the fruit they bear.

Tend to the garden of your Mind.
That is the best work of your Life.

Garbage in, garbage out.

Now.. back to Sex, and our natural God-given Sexual energy

Knowing what I know now, I wish we talked about sex more—openly, holistically, sensibly. I wish we weren’t the hypocritical, hush-hush society we’ve blindly become.

This world has intentionally subdued and suppressed the core tenets and underlying principles of our sexuality. And what do we have in return?

A deranged, almost psychotic lusting after the flesh.

Because when something as natural as our innate human sexuality is suppressed, the only result is an explosion of that powerful energy in all the wrong directions.

That’s why hundreds of young children, boys and girls are sexually abused by depraved individuals. Why, every day, there’s another aged man who can’t keep his god-forsaken desires away from a little girl.

I talk about my own abuse as a 6-year old girl in this song ↓

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This unnatural, pre-programmed response to suppress our sexual nature? It’s evil.

And it’s even worse for women.

For obvious reasons.

Imagine if women understood the power within their own bodies.

God forbid women ever know the truth of their sexual power. Hell, they better not even have sexual desires! Isn’t this why hundreds of thousands of girls still face the barbaric pain of genital mutilation?

What a nightmare for oppressors if women saw themselves as more than baby-making machines.

For the men who run this world, sex and its spiritual significance belong only to men. Oh, how they wish!

So, no—we don’t teach our young ones about their sexuality… unless it’s to confuse them into believing they’re any other gender than the one God created.

We avoid holistic, inspired conversations about sex. Not in schools, churches, or even our homes.

So, when natural biological functions awaken desire in the flesh, who shows up to guide them?

Explicit music videos? Corn hub? Trauma-fueled discourse calling for more suppression? We serve up name-calling, shame, and guilt for anyone bold enough to own their sexuality.

And when preachers talk about sex, what do they say?

“Pre-marital sex is a sin. Repent. Wait until marriage…”

And I say… “Okay? And then what?”

What do we do with this fire that scorches through our bodies from our prepubescent years?

Am I the only one who played “mummy and daddy”? Who taught us what “mummy and daddy” was? What is this heat below my navel as a teenager? If God didn’t want me to feel it, why do I feel it?

Is it strange to want to touch myself as a natural response to this bubbling desire?

No one wants to share the truth about our Sexual Power.

Until someone finally starts talking.
And talking.
And talking.

My life decided that “someone” had to be me.

When people ask, “Eva, why do you talk about sex so much?”

I say, “Well, why don’t you?”

If you think your sexual energy is only for procreating or pleasure, please have a rethink. It is so much more than that.

Your sexual energy is God moving in man; it is your creative essence, your life force. Once you learn to heal it, nurture it, transmute it, and transcend it beyond mere physical pleasure, you truly become god on earth.

This is why I do this work: to share, teach, and inspire a new understanding of your power as a sexual being.

More importantly, to help you heal the parts of yourself shrouded in the shame and guilt that this world has imposed.

This is why, inside my new Live Workshop for Women this November, we’re going deeper than flesh and arteries.

This path is what I call The Sacred Reclamation. In this Live class, I’ll teach you how to go straight to the root of your sexual wounds, to heal and reclaim your magnetism, to call back your divine energy from past lovers, and to use your powerful sexual energy for creative work.

It’s time to go beyond pleasure ladies (and the men who love them). It’s time to awaken the magic within.

Click here to save your seat in this Live workshop. This is a closed room for only 33 women. Don’t wait, Sistar—seats will be snatched up so fast you would wish you moved quicker!

Tsk, tsk.

As I write this, I take a break to check in on Twitter and guess what I see? A comment from a man on the preview of this letter on Twitter.

It reads simply: “Hoe.”

Am I surprised?🥴

What a terrifying trigger we are for the unhealed masculine when a woman dares talk about sex. She cannot be anything else but a “hoe,” apparently.

LOL. It’s 2024. As if calling me a “hoe” would reduce my intelligence or add sugar to my garri in this T-pain economy.

Tueh!

See you inside The Sacred Reclamation Sistars! Read all the details here and Grab 1 of 33 Seats now. (If you’re a man reading this, get a spot for the woman in your life. You’ll be doing yourself a favor!)

Your bestie in Sovereignty,

Elohor “Ashawo” Alordiah :)
aka -WATAWOMAN 💦