I’ve had se.x without Love.
I’ve had se.x with what I thought to be Love.
I’ve had se.x with Love.
I made Love.
Nothing has ever brought me deeper healing than orgasms saturated with pure Love.
Not the kind of Love that is fleeting or conditioned, but the kind that unlocks the very fabric of the Soul—the Love that reaches into the depths of a woman’s being and whispers, you are safe now.
This Love does not just touch the heart; it unravels lifetimes.
Like an ancient river breaking through stone, the immense power of orgasms, fuelled by such Love had opened the gates of pain, blame, guilt, and shame that had been carried through centuries, stored in the quiet corners of my cells. The energy moved through me, cracking my body open, dissolving the barriers, and releasing the deepest imprints of past-life traumas, forgotten fears, and the abuse I’ve endured for years.
Orgasms like this are the highest version of alchemy. Explosions of light force the wounds to open as the pain erupts —unstoppable, undeniable—demanding to be seen, to be felt, to be freed.
In those moments, despair did not whisper. It did not tremble silently in the depths of my being. It screamed.
It tore through my throat, raw and primal, carrying lifetimes of sorrow, betrayal, and unseen wounds.
My body, an ancient vessel of memory, knew exactly what to do.
My womb—the sacred center of creation, the keeper of all that had been buried—began to push. Waves of energy surged through me, twisting, cramping, demanding release.
Every contraction was a force of nature. Every ripple of pain an echo of a story that was no longer mine to carry.
The suffering of ancestors, the grief of past lives, the shackles of forgotten heartbreaks—all of it was rising to the surface, begging to be expelled.
And so, I surrendered.
I let it roar out of me.
A sound so deep, so ancient, it did not belong to one woman alone, but to every woman who had ever silenced her pain. A sound that split through time itself, unraveling centuries of suppression.
With every primal scream, every guttural shout, my cells shifted. My muscles softened. My heart cracked open, not from pain, but from Love.
The kind of Love that is not sweet or gentle but fierce—a Love that heals by breaking, a Love that liberates by burning away everything that is not Truth.
This is what happens when we allow Love to reach the depths of our wounds.
The body, so wise, so intuitive, knows how to purge what no longer serves. It does not need logic or language—it needs space, surrender, and the courage to let go.
Each time, this orgasmic energy gifted me with something miraculous.
Where there was tightness, there was now space.
Where there was heaviness, there was now light.
Where there was suffering, there was now peace.
As if I could finally breathe.
I’ve never felt deeper relaxation.
I’ve never felt true relief.
My body was no longer a battlefield but a temple.
Love had done what only Love could do.
It had unraveled the pain, stripped away the fear, and left in its place the undeniable truth of who I am: free, whole, radiant, and new.
I realized that healing was never about fighting the pain.
It was always about allowing Love to transform it.
Such profound healing can only emerge when a woman feels so completely loved, held, and protected that she surrenders fully—not to a man, but to the
Divine Masculine embodied through him.
A man who carries this presence is not just a lover, he is a guide, a protector, a force of unwavering strength.
His presence alone tells her that she can let go.
She can trust.
She can fall into the depths of herself and be caught. He does not seek to control or overpower—he knows. He sees her, feels her, understands exactly what she needs, and gives of himself without hesitation, without question—only with devotion.
In this surrender, a miracle is born.
She finally lets go of the armor she has carried for lifetimes.
She dissolves into pure ecstasy, pure truth, into life itself.
She lets him in, fully, completely.
And in doing so, they both open themselves to the medicine of the body—the most ancient, sacred, and Divine healing force.
She offers him her surrender.
He offers her his presence.
Together, they step into a space where Lovemaking becomes the most powerful healer.
~ Nika
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