<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:42:18.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing the Sacred Feminine</title><subtitle type='html'>Healing The Sacred Feminine is a woman's process of unfolding her womb, the awakening of her Goddess center, allowing her vagina to speak; her tears, her joy, her private and sacred center and the safety and security she needs in doing so. The healing of the sacred feminine is an unfolding process of her sexual power and birthing her self into a Goddess of Love and sensuality! This is me being ruthless, and letting the truth, be known!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-5826123868135926864</id><published>2011-10-19T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:20:29.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Vaginas of One Female Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1glBQlXDyE/Tp8xAuItWuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/TyrmmUwyrwk/s1600/vagina-paintingabeautifulbody-blogspot-com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1glBQlXDyE/Tp8xAuItWuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/TyrmmUwyrwk/s400/vagina-paintingabeautifulbody-blogspot-com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665300744709692130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you are thinking about a woman’s vagina as soon as I speak  this word, however, her actual physical vagina is not what I am speaking  about. A woman is an entire vessel of orgasmic possibilities, and when  she is honored in her entirety of vaginas, she opens into a full lotus  of pleasure, love and her Goddess self. A woman deserves to have her  body touched in its entirety, and when she does, her whole body moves  into orgasm, and it doesn’t even have to include her actual genitals.   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When  she is touched in all of her vaginas that are around her entire body,  she slowly moves closer and closer to her orgasmic ride and wave of  bliss that she is capable of. Each of her vaginas also have a clitoris  and a central focal point surrounding the clitoris that desire to be  adored. The “lips” of her vagina then are pampered and rubbed, or  pressed, or caressed and slowly they move into engorgement and relax  inside of her. This relaxation in each of these vaginas creates an  awakening of her entire body where the Chi flow is then able to start  and continues to expand and move as each vagina is nurtured and given  the attention she really needs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are all of these extra vaginas I speak of? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are many, and they are ALL over the woman’s body. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her neck: the back of her neck, the spine &lt;a href="http://fungaineni.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-636lcvI2-2I/TpzrB_SOfJI/AAAAAAAAA74/z9Vs7l_Yv0c/s400/vaginas-fungaineni-wordpress-com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664660850725518482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that  leads up to the coccyx, the muscles wrapping around the spine on the  neck are her lips, and the coccyx is her clitoris, the spine is the  empty space and opening, and the entire neck is her entire vagina as a  whole. When squeezed, and muscles are worked out to their entirety; not  just teased and given a small amount of attention, but truly worked out  all of their knots and tightness, with firm or gentle pressure and as  long as it take, this area become an access to her full body orgasm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her  arm: the area of her arm below the shoulder and between her elbow on  the exterior part of her arm is another clitoris. When you find the  point that is that one special pressure point and when pressed on  directly and held for 10 seconds or more, she has the capability of  moving into orgasmic breath and wave of pleasure fills through her body.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her thigh: the  outside of her thigh from above the knee all the way to her hips on the  yang, or exterior side of her body are another vagina of her body. The  clitoris of this area is along the rubber-band muscle that is in the  inner layer of her muscles closer to the back side of her leg also has  another clitoris. The whole thigh muscle on the outside is her lips, and  LOVE to be pressed firmly and squeezed to release their tightness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The  feet: the top of the foot and the bottom of the foot are an entire  vagina. The top of the foot is the outer lips, the bottom of the foot is  the inner lips and labia, and the entrance to her vaginal canal and her  clitoris is somewhere along the bottom of her foot. For each woman it  will be in a different location, and only she can lead you to the right  place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are  many more vaginas for each woman, and when you have sincere interest in  discovering ALL of her clitoris’, she will surely lead you to how she  likes to pleasured. And, after you have opened and given her all the  expansion and foreplay in her entire body, then, when you reach her  actual vagina, she will be that much more open and ready for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How do you Massage Each of These Vaginas?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It  is a woman’s job to tell her partner(s) how she wants to be touched,  and a man’s job (or her partners) to hear her and listen to her desires  as she requests them. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She might  want firm pressure and holding still on one spot, or firm pressure and  movement. The movement can be very slow or as fast as she likes. She  might like grabbing and squeezing, or pressing and rubbing. She might  like pinching, or gliding, or a tickling sensation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each  area might have different needs, but once each area is opened, it will  allow her body to slowly move into a full body sensation of pleasure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For  example: I like my thigh vagina to be squeezed all the way down with  pressure from both sides of my thigh, then squeezed all along one side  all the way down. Then I like to have the massage go in circular motions  around my clitoris, and stay in these circles for quite some time. Then  I like the clitoris of my leg teased and only approached slightly with  gentle and firm pressure on its point. Once the leg is opened and the  clitoris has been slightly teased, then when going back to the direct  clitoral spot, my whole body moves in waves of sensation and my  breathing intensifies and I make sounds of orgasm; just from massaging  my leg. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the  whole body and all of these vaginas are massaged in this way, I move  into total bliss and euphoria that is difficult to stand. Then my actual  vagina is extremely engorged and ready to be massaged directly and MUCH  more sensitive to the touch when only massaged there. It’s like having  foreplay for the body instead of going straight in to having sex right  away. You have MUCH more pleasure when you have lots of foreplay than  when you dive right in. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The WHOLE body has the ability to have an orgasm and the more orgasms, the better!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-5826123868135926864?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/5826123868135926864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=5826123868135926864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/5826123868135926864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/5826123868135926864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/10/many-vaginas-of-one-female-body.html' title='The Many Vaginas of One Female Body'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V1glBQlXDyE/Tp8xAuItWuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/TyrmmUwyrwk/s72-c/vagina-paintingabeautifulbody-blogspot-com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-8226988190628460423</id><published>2011-10-19T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:18:58.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Preparation for the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqb7TsM-0yg/Tp8woa79wSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/-tnTgk4cY3s/s1600/VAGINA-large%2Bspaestethic-com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqb7TsM-0yg/Tp8woa79wSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/-tnTgk4cY3s/s400/VAGINA-large%2Bspaestethic-com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665300327239106850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekends training in &lt;a href="http://www.lafayettemorehouse.com/"&gt;Basic Sensuality&lt;/a&gt;  was a phenomenal program, and there were SO many things I would love to  share about this course, however, today I want to start with the Woman,  and who she is in preparation for her moon cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so  fascinating to hear what a woman already knows, and how she truly can be  acknowledged for her feminine power during the time she is preparing to  release the blood that is in her cells and a part of her power. We  learned how when a woman is on the pill, it actually numbs all the  possible hormones that allow her to get in touch with her femininity. It  shuts off the connection and diminishes what's possible in her body. I  suppose I have always known this because I only tried the pill for 3  days of my life, and knew, INSTANTLY, it cut me off from my real self.  It's been over 20 years since I ever put one of those little pellets in  my body. A woman deserves to feel ALL of her power, her grace, her  vulnerability, her softness, and her hardness (that is her rage, anger,  or dark side). During the time of preparation for the moon, all of the  deepest parts of a woman are revealed, and when she can learn to honor  those parts of herself and do her deep work during those times, as well  as let herself be nurtured by others around her, she can move closer and  closer to her true power and Goddess self, and be truly SEEN as a  Goddess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation for the moon, it is a woman's natural  birthright to receive the touch her body so desperately craves. And,  touch IS truly what will help all of those hormones going through her  body to relax; and so simply under the palm of your hand. Massage,  taking baths, relaxing, doing yoga, cuddling, and love making are so  precious and sacred during this time, and it is the time the woman's  body desires it the most, and truly needs it. Her body is SO worked up,  and it is going through changes inside of her; many changes she is  completely unaware of, or the partner(s) in her life. It is a natural  biological process, that when honored and nurtured can be used to truly  embrace her and lift to her to her natural state of awakened juicy flow  and the glowing Goddess she truly is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She LOVES to be touched,  with the palm of your hand, literally, and your fingers have all the  magic she really needs. There is a process to touching her that when  taught and truly learned, will have her yearning for your every offer to  be close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they taught in this course, was like  Tantra with a fine tuned fork. It was SO specific, and all the Spiritual  talk and energy movement was not present here. It was more a dialogue  of how to communicate to her, communicate to her body and have her  craving for more. How powerful to bring the world of Spirit (Tantra) and  Communication of Sex in one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asttarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-8226988190628460423?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/8226988190628460423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=8226988190628460423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8226988190628460423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8226988190628460423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-preparation-for-moon.html' title='In Preparation for the Moon'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vqb7TsM-0yg/Tp8woa79wSI/AAAAAAAAA8E/-tnTgk4cY3s/s72-c/VAGINA-large%2Bspaestethic-com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-727737318802699405</id><published>2011-05-20T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:33:05.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Detoxing the Pain Inside Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://going-well.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wA_YOruCvAg/Td1KzXpKrgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/xUIyNLROlyE/s400/detox-yoga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610722957153971714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first day of actually choosing to receive a Healing Treatment specifically designed in healing a rape. I went back to my old therapist with the stand "I am now ready! I do not want this impacting my life any longer." Because in reality, I know it was impacting every interaction I made, very decision I made, every decision and my way of being with clients, my son, his father, my parents, my brothers, my finances, my work, my artistic expression, my friends, my style of living, my monthly bills, even my spiritual practice, style of dress, my ability or lack of ability in making decisions and perhaps more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMDR is the method my old therapist uses and is specialized in, and in particular is specialized in this form in trauma. Now, everything makes sense. The rapes I experienced in high school were minor compared to this. They were more about a young girl who was too shy to speak my truth, not physically strong enough, or unable to stand up for myself and had trouble getting someone off of me. They were certainly violating and scary for a young woman, but this time, it was a major violation. This young man, and someone I thought I cared about actually grew up to become a rapist and in my therapists eyes, "a psychopath", and someone who will probably never heal his reasons or actions in doing so; someone I had hoped would make good decisions and be a kind person in our society, but instead, he turned out to be someone all women be aware of and stay away.  He drugged me to unconscious and I had no control in my actions or words. I was silent and completely passed out. I have little memory of the event. He committed a real act of sexual violence, and as the blood poured out of me for a month after it happened, so is now my blood pouring out of my heart, my soul and my spirit body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the EMDR, I watched the energy releasing out of my head, my neck and my face, but in particular, deep inside on the right side of my vagina; the front right side, all the way right side and back right side. I watched, intuitively, the energy releasing out of this area and coming down my leg to leave me; as if there was an entity, invisible, stuck inside me I was totally unaware of. Now, I can finally, for the first time, be a stand for removing that which truly was keeping me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is energy, and now as the energy leaves me and pours into the earth, I can come back to my passions and help others who need to do the same. I have done energy clearing for this the past 5 years, otherwise, I would have had no drive to be sexual at all, but this time we got to the core of it where I can truly walk the path of being free; and only I will know when that is, but yesterday was a huge start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much older and wiser now and I know the power of these healing modalities and instead of keeping them to myself, as if they are a secret, I am here to share all of their power with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bonus, yesterday in giving a session, a tantra healing actually, I noticed the triggering was much less and I was able to perform in ways I haven't been able for quite some time. the only thing that did bother me after a while, was the muscles in my arm, but a massage can help heal that. I know my client was grateful. However, the spiritually minded are those who I will only work with, but I think that's a good thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-727737318802699405?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/727737318802699405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=727737318802699405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/727737318802699405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/727737318802699405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/05/detoxing-pain-inside-us.html' title='Detoxing the Pain Inside Us'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wA_YOruCvAg/Td1KzXpKrgI/AAAAAAAAA2M/xUIyNLROlyE/s72-c/detox-yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-2787357016494186250</id><published>2011-05-12T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:33:12.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Waiting Any Longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Vakmv06RM/TcwUYHJ0AsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/GsxUg6MNwO4/s1600/kundalini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Vakmv06RM/TcwUYHJ0AsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/GsxUg6MNwO4/s400/kundalini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605878040639046338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleansing the Cellular Energy Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to cleanse the cellular energy body? Well, the energy body is the layer of energy around and on top of your body that carries a vibration of who you are. It carries memories of your recent and far past of events, how you felt, and impacts how you feel today. Before the rape happened, I was a super Clairvoyant, and still have strong abilities today, however, they were covered, clouded and not as strong. There is a huge distinction with being able to sense that someone is a good person, and being aware that they may be dangerous to seeing and feeling their auras and the emotions that they carry in their energy field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Head and the Crown Chakra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I decided to cleanse the energy around my head, and from the little memory of the event that happened, I know that this guy forced my head down on the bed. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I was drugged, but I also have a faint memory of my head being forced into position. For the past 6 years, whenever my son's father, my son or anyone else came near my head, I was ready to cut their head off (as an expression). I literally could not handle them coming near it, and would pull back, pull away, or push them away so I didn't feel their hand near my head. It was so devastating to me to feel their hand that it felt like they were holding my head down with pins and needles even with the slightest touch. I even remember several years ago, it went all the way down to my shoulders, and I would NOT want anyone touching my shoulders either, but it started from the force on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvToP21JRTM/TcwUYBplftI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-3R1xurpOOA/s1600/handofhealing.medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zvToP21JRTM/TcwUYBplftI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-3R1xurpOOA/s400/handofhealing.medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605878039161700050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after dropping my son off to school, and being super conscious of how my head has been craving this reiki healing energy I have been giving to the rest of my body, I decided to put some major focus on my head. I literally gave reiki on my head for almost 2 hours today. WHAT A RELIEF!!!! After about an hour of doing reiki, the energy started to finally creep in and my being was now accepting the energy to heal. The first hour was about removing the layer, the block and the armor. The second hour (or 45 minutes) was about actually going into my cells to remove the blocks in my energy field in, on, and all around every inch of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inouAz1z4bI/TcwUYCeXrKI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ciwpWUtzu34/s1600/reiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-inouAz1z4bI/TcwUYCeXrKI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ciwpWUtzu34/s400/reiki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605878039383092386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first started with Reiki 15 years ago and the feeling of pouring in the high vibration of love through my hands in giving myself the healing, just laying there and allowing the energy to do its work. Tears would release from my eyes as the energy poured in, as if the tears were the toxins releasing from my body; not actually emotional tears of sadness, but the energy toxins that were from impure energy of layers around me. And, today, I got to experience this again. Each time a tear rolled down my face, I knew the energy was going deeper and deeper and the vibration of darkness that covered me from the rape was actually, finally, releasing! What a joy to feel the purity of my spirit again, and the purity of the true essence that I am! Now I sit here writing and can feel the clarity around my head, my higher chakras are finally breathing again, and they are finally breathing in the light that they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am truly grateful that I am alive! I feel like I can breathe again, and it feels SO refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so look forward to sharing this healing energy with you again~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asttarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-2787357016494186250?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/2787357016494186250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=2787357016494186250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/2787357016494186250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/2787357016494186250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-waiting-any-longer.html' title='Not Waiting Any Longer'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U-Vakmv06RM/TcwUYHJ0AsI/AAAAAAAAA1s/GsxUg6MNwO4/s72-c/kundalini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-8106935519968862342</id><published>2011-05-10T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:08:32.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newfound Spiritual Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-he43GLzH_no/TcmbqbcGqAI/AAAAAAAAA1E/dWB0YB2Uq2Y/s1600/divinegoddess-rebecca-marina-com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-he43GLzH_no/TcmbqbcGqAI/AAAAAAAAA1E/dWB0YB2Uq2Y/s400/divinegoddess-rebecca-marina-com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605182364461737986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of April, there's been a new initiation I've been going through. A friend of mine visited me during the weekend of the Grateful Dead. This friend is a Reiki Master from the MD/DC area; a Tantric Healer and Psychologist. And after we met at the mall with my son and had lunch, we came back to my place.  My little guy watched a movie, and I layed down for a full hour receiving Reiki; a treatment I hadn't given myself since BEFORE the rape happened.  I was a strong Healer before it happened. I was extremely psychic, was often channeling information from my guides and angels on how to help the person seeking my help, many times was instructed on my next steps by my angels and had a very close relationship with them. I could see auras, energy fields and peoples chakras and was guided in helping to clear them. I did Angel Magic regularly, went to drum circles, sang, danced, went to pagan ceremonies and my third eye was WIDE open. I could feel everything around me. I did tarot readings, and angel readings for people and was heavily involved in the spirit world, much before it become a popular thing in our culture. In 2000, 2001 and 2002 I taught Reiki classes and held reiki shares. I taught Ascension Meditation classes and was living in bliss, on the spirit world. The past 6 years I learned about bliss in one's own body; a different approach. Now, I am being re-united to my spirit power and merging both worlds into one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005 it happened, and my whole spiritual being got shut down. My chakras never closed, as they were FULLY opened, but everything became a blur, like a cloud of smoke was around me, and I had tried everything to reclaim my spiritual essence. It would show up in spurts, but nothing like it was before the rape had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on this fateful day of my friend arriving, everything changed. After his session, I was more relaxed than I had been in over 6 years. I'm a different person now. My relationship with my parents is extraordinary compared to what it was, and my heart and mind are stronger. It was my spirit that was weak and the integration I've been praying for all these years finally started showing up on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, I did reiki on myself almost every day. I was already a Reiki Master, and I wanted to live into this frequency as often as possible, and remember that I AM a powerful Healer, and I deserve to have the peace that surrounded me on that day, and everyday afterwards, and not just from giving Healing to others; but giving it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Beloved Goddess girlfriend came to spend time with me, I opened up even greater. What an amazing reflection of the Goddess I am, by having attracted such a gorgeous and powerful being. I so look forward to spending time with her again. She is reminding me of the Goddess I AM and always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a month of doing reiki on myself almost every day, I woke up last Friday morning with a panic attack, and it lasted off and on all day and for the next 4 days. But after this, I received a Healing myself, got in touch with the rage that was keeping me anxious and in fear and cleared the root of the rape and the first layer of tapping into my true power. I am now more peaceful, centered, calm, and gentle with myself than I have been in a LONG long time; maybe ever. And it feels glorious to be in my body again. I will continue to give myself healing and now, am available to giving it to others. I now KNOW I am here to empower other women in this world, and help them to open so they can have the relationship with their beloveds they truly deserve! Getting rid of men's sexual frustrations is only temporary. When the women can access their true pain, be in touch with their power and open up their flower in their body, this then is when deep intimacy can truly happen. It's time for the men to learn how to help the women heal, and the time for women to reclaim them-self as The Goddess!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-8106935519968862342?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/8106935519968862342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=8106935519968862342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8106935519968862342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8106935519968862342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/05/newfound-spiritual-power.html' title='Newfound Spiritual Power'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-he43GLzH_no/TcmbqbcGqAI/AAAAAAAAA1E/dWB0YB2Uq2Y/s72-c/divinegoddess-rebecca-marina-com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-8252393555783680963</id><published>2011-05-03T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:59:10.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY the men are Always Sexually Frustrated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-il_Q07ewsHc/TcCkweFuPOI/AAAAAAAAA00/34rXLl17Elk/s1600/DiViNe-Feminine-angelgoddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-il_Q07ewsHc/TcCkweFuPOI/AAAAAAAAA00/34rXLl17Elk/s400/DiViNe-Feminine-angelgoddess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602659089066638562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the men are always sexually frustrated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would  like to elaborate on this a little bit and fill your minds with some  perspective that might not have been considered, or perhaps give you  something to contemplate for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women grow up as young  girls, and often as young girls we are extremely sensitive to the things  around us. We as children are more open, intuitive and feel more  intensely what we do as adults. We feel like Healers do, and have higher  perceptions of things around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young girls often go through  life, having to defend themselves, fight off people who cross their  boundaries where they feel threatened just for being soft, feminine and  girly.  These young girls are easier prey to those bigger than them and  get picked on easier and sometimes, although not wanted,  the worst case  scenarios, we get raped. And, often times all of these things that  happen to us, get ignored and many times forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These girls  go through life as if nothing ever happened. We live, we move on and we  survive. But, yet we have deep hidden pains inside of us. As young girls  we aren't aware that we were damaged. We have strong wills and like to  have fun. As young women, we express our sexuality and party all the  time. But as adults, as fully integrated women, it catches up with us.  By this time we are married, we have children and are fully into our  careers. Our husbands don't know our pains. Our boyfriends can't  understand, but we know, deeply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawns on our husbands  that they want more sex. They are frustrated. They aren't getting it,  and inside, our hearts are broken. Women are often soo suppressed that  they aren't even in touch with the pain inside of them. Sometimes they  are, but don't think its possible to heal, or worst, don't want to. We  need to be nurtured, loved, caressed, and cared for as a Goddess and  fully respected as women. We need to take the time to open our hearts  and expand the flower that we were meant to be. But, the husbands we are  with are frustrated. They are impatient, and they want instant  satisfaction. And, they aren't getting it for the exact reason that  their adrenaline is high and their patience becomes thin. They become  demanding, needy and pushy. And as women we see this as a turn off. We  pull away. We need safety and aren't getting it. We feel threatened and  unloved, and the distance between the two of us becomes larger.  Eventually the split from heart and body takes place and sex becomes not  something of intimacy or love, but of need and often demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  a lot of you men out there are wondering why your wives aren't horny!  Well, we women have been through hell, and YOU need to become our  Healers, or we will put up a wall from you. So, my dear gentleman, I am  here to tell you and teach you, you MUST become a gentleman and give  your women the nurturing and the heart of yours she fell in love with.  Otherwise, distance will prevail and overshadow any potential  relationship you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wish is for all men to learn to listen,  to hear what the women of the world truly need and to open your hearts  to love them. This then, is when the women of the world will TRULY give  you ALL the love you ever wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings to you on your journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asttarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-8252393555783680963?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/8252393555783680963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=8252393555783680963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8252393555783680963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8252393555783680963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-men-are-always-sexually-frustrated.html' title='WHY the men are Always Sexually Frustrated!'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-il_Q07ewsHc/TcCkweFuPOI/AAAAAAAAA00/34rXLl17Elk/s72-c/DiViNe-Feminine-angelgoddess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-4979832379189154177</id><published>2011-05-03T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:33:25.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mysterious Girl</title><content type='html'>"The Mysterious Girl: A male who desired intercourse must pass through  four stages of attainment: elongation, swelling, hardness and heat.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Emperor: What do these attainments mean?&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious  Girl: If the stalk does not attain sufficient elongation, the man’s  vital energy is too depleted for the act. If he attains elongation but  little swelling, this means that his muscular energy is insufficient for  the task. If he achieves swelling but not hardness, it means that his  joints and tendons are too weak for the act. If the organ gets hard but  not hot, then his spirit is insufficient for the act. In order to  prepare properly for sexual intercourse, you must first harmonize your  muscles and bones with your energy and your spirit (i.e. harmonize three  treasures). You must also exercise self discipline, follow the basic  principle of Tao, and never waste your semen carelessly."&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span class="prs fwb"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000220672898" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100000220672898"&gt;Bernard Atmovaibhav&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-4979832379189154177?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/4979832379189154177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=4979832379189154177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/4979832379189154177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/4979832379189154177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/05/mysterious-girl.html' title='The Mysterious Girl'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-8584644257080583948</id><published>2011-05-02T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:45:30.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Stand for your Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://safety.amw.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kBDNkyKH3k/Tb8uUaEwEfI/AAAAAAAAA0k/5qmB5kasQ0M/s400/takingastandfromabuse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602247389603697138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes as a woman, when we're going through something big, we have no problem expressing these things. We have no problem talking about them. But, it's the other people in our lives, in our communities that have a problem hearing of dark times. They don't want to talk about it, they don't want to hear about it because they can't deal with their own feelings within themselves! So, isn't it funny how sometimes WE women who are healing end up nurturing the other people in our life to help them feel ok with what WE are dealing with. It's like the perpetual cycle of being the nurturer and caretaker. We were wounded. We were abused, and yet, we still have to be the provider to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a stand to my mother the other day. I had told her I was going through a process over the phone the day before. She then shut down and said she didn't know if she could handle having me come over; when all I said was I'm going through something. I am dealing with it and I'll be ok." But, she became defensive. Her guard came up. I informed her I'll be alright and am doing what is needed to relax and feel better. I let her know it would be supportive to me to be with her. So, I planned to come over the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived, she wanted to drink. I made a request for her to limit her drinking. She refused at first, and then agreed with difficulty if it would make me feel more comfortable. I stayed with my son while she hung out back with "my" friend. I kept my distance and nurtured my son. Later on, before putting him to bed I walked to the back to let them know I was going to put him to bed. They were both drinking heavily and had a drink in each hand. I said good night and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, as soon as I got up. Mother started talking to me about the doctors and judging me for not having taken him. I had only took him a couple weeks prior. She started mocking me about my belief of not getting vaccinations and the metals they put in them. I asked her if she could please not talk about this right now, and to talk about it later. It was like that was the hook for her to become abusive and cruel towards me. I affirmed these are my boundaries. I do NOT want to talk about them right now. She continued talking about them and not listening to me. I asked again. She did not listen.  I started to get upset she was ignoring my request. She said I was being controlling. Wanting to raise my arms, I made my way to pack the car and leave. I suggested she read about boundaries and learn about what it means to honor someone. "It's like having someone grab your boob over and over and over again and them not listening. Eventually you're going to get really upset." When you don't honor someone's boundaries it creates distance, friction, sometimes arguments and often break ups with those you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am going through this healing process I am taking a stand to not be around her. She has a REALLY hard time being with someone else's feelings and the exact time they need you to be supportive, she becomes the abuser. I find it fascinating and wish for her that she will one day deal with her resistance to feel her own feelings inside herself. For now, I stay away until I NO longer need her support. It's the ONLY time she can give it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-8584644257080583948?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/8584644257080583948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=8584644257080583948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8584644257080583948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8584644257080583948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/05/taking-stand-for-your-feelings.html' title='Taking a Stand for your Feelings'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5kBDNkyKH3k/Tb8uUaEwEfI/AAAAAAAAA0k/5qmB5kasQ0M/s72-c/takingastandfromabuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-8848712757504737614</id><published>2011-05-02T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:47:35.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding the Space for Your Wife or girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-8848712757504737614?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/8848712757504737614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=8848712757504737614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8848712757504737614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8848712757504737614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/05/holding-space-for-your-wife-or.html' title='Holding the Space for Your Wife or girlfriend'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-2639520493552628302</id><published>2011-04-30T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:47:54.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach him to Be A Gentleman OR Fire Him!!!!</title><content type='html'>Coming Soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-2639520493552628302?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/2639520493552628302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-1205579584288168039</id><published>2011-04-29T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T18:01:36.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Asks</title><content type='html'>She asks for permission&lt;br /&gt;She asks for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;She asks to forgive&lt;br /&gt;She wants nothing but to share her love&lt;br /&gt;She is of gratitude for this life&lt;br /&gt;She has swallowed her rage for too long&lt;br /&gt;There is no where but out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hurt that we all carry is hidden deep within. What are you doing today to release your deep anger, your deep sadness and your deep pain? Are you cradling your beloved today, or fighting with her? Women just need to be loved, even when they show you pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-1205579584288168039?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/1205579584288168039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=1205579584288168039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/1205579584288168039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/1205579584288168039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-asks.html' title='She Asks'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-7509813606762691394</id><published>2011-04-29T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:56:52.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivors of Rape</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutlifechallenges.org/survivors-of-rape-faq.htm"&gt;Survivors of Rape&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutlifechallenges.org/survivors-of-rape-faq.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-7509813606762691394?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/7509813606762691394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=7509813606762691394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/7509813606762691394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/7509813606762691394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/04/survivors-of-rape.html' title='Survivors of Rape'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-6408108572114245247</id><published>2011-04-29T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:35:31.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Keeps Talking to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fX50lmjsXGM/TbtZSKImOvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yokntTlww74/s1600/sacredvagina-gerardo-roedlach-yoni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fX50lmjsXGM/TbtZSKImOvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yokntTlww74/s400/sacredvagina-gerardo-roedlach-yoni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601168730058275570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still speaks, she speaks loudly, sometimes softly&lt;br /&gt;the voices within her are becoming more apparent, more alive.&lt;br /&gt;She is no longer in hiding. She is letting me know it was NOT ok.&lt;br /&gt;The drugs she was given to make her pass out&lt;br /&gt;unable to walk, becoming dependent on his insecure arms&lt;br /&gt;wrestling to make sense of what was happening&lt;br /&gt;She speaks now, my vagina, my womb, my yoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel her pulsating between my legs.&lt;br /&gt;She has a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;It pounds when she is feeling protective&lt;br /&gt;She leaks juice when she is feeling safe&lt;br /&gt;It is forever unfolding&lt;br /&gt;Something I know that can be healed&lt;br /&gt;Something I have healed before.&lt;br /&gt;I the Goddess, since birth&lt;br /&gt;Since a life before.&lt;br /&gt;I connected to my Divinity once again.&lt;br /&gt;I am moved with awe of her power, of her strength.&lt;br /&gt;She lives, and she speaks,&lt;br /&gt;loudly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-6408108572114245247?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/6408108572114245247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=6408108572114245247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/6408108572114245247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/6408108572114245247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-keeps-talking-to-me.html' title='She Keeps Talking to Me'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fX50lmjsXGM/TbtZSKImOvI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yokntTlww74/s72-c/sacredvagina-gerardo-roedlach-yoni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-7905051809372906606</id><published>2011-04-29T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:33:19.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Feels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://awakeningwithin.org/"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTW_inkueJQ/TbsDK_MZKNI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FyRV4YrsFIA/s200/sacred%2Bvagina-awakeningwithin-org.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601074048862333138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is angry&lt;br /&gt;She has feelings&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't feel heard&lt;br /&gt;She has rage&lt;br /&gt;for this man&lt;br /&gt;who raped her&lt;br /&gt;for all the men&lt;br /&gt;who rape the women of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time now to pour out the vessels of blood within my bones, my veins, my heart and my sacred center. She is talking to me, and she is crying; crying for all those who only want from her, and all those who take. All those who only want what they demand, instead of asking kindly for what they prefer. She doesn't need to be demanded of. It is no one's right to expect anything of her, but of what she wants to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man can have what they demand. It will only come back to haunt them later; in lack of love, in karma, in chaos, in darkness. They MUST learn to love the Sacred Feminine. They must learn to honor the Goddess, and in honoring the woman, they also learn to love them-self within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sacred Center speaks to me. She is crying. She is louder than ever. She is telling me is time now to heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-7905051809372906606?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/7905051809372906606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=7905051809372906606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/7905051809372906606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/7905051809372906606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-feels.html' title='She Feels'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DTW_inkueJQ/TbsDK_MZKNI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FyRV4YrsFIA/s72-c/sacred%2Bvagina-awakeningwithin-org.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-4947313707011676968</id><published>2011-04-22T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:44:27.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Earth Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spiritualwoman.hubpages.com"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RCQL_FYUJpM/TbsG6-YWYZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UzDpEkhUpjg/s200/spiritualwoman-hubpages-com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601078171812651410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days I've spent with a Beloved Goddess friend who is in  training to be a Womb Belly Goddess Healer and possibly Mid-Wife. She  inspired me to start this blog about a month ago, but the first writings  turned into a powerful healing of the sacred womb and the divine  wounded feminine within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the moments we took the  walk fills me with peace and a renewed faith that all that happened  before truly can be transformed. We walked with my son into the woods,  and came upon a rock that filled my pores and my senses. He headed down  one path towards one large rock while sister Goddess and I both  spontaneously jumped on this gorgeous rock before us and opened our legs  to let the rock and the earth fill our bodies with love and grounding  our energies to its mountainous form. We were literally allowing the  rock to fill our bodies. I slowly began remembering myself as the Mother  Earth Goddess and who it is I am. I listened to my body open. I felt my  body feel, even slightly again. We went to the waters and bravely  removed our shoes as we all trekked in the freezing cold water. That  lasted only a couple minutes before we decided we would rather stand  above water and be warm then be filled with freezing water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  all gathered walking sticks to embrace our natural Shamanic Earth power,  even when not in nature; as this is something I need to re-embrace in  my life, having chosen a home close to the city; when my heart and  spirit need the nature so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and I returned the next  day alone. I wanted to be filled with the nature spirits, and Earth  energy as much as possible, and as my sons school was closed for the  week, I wanted to take advantage of the time I had with him. However, he  was crying for an Icee the whole time we were in the woods and being  cranky from having just awoke. So, as the Mother Goddess that I am, I  picked him up and carried him on my back after about fifteen minutes  into the woods. We walked near to the end of the trail and saw another  family. Then we turned around. On our way back seeing a horse and a  woman riding it on the other side of the river. Then all of a sudden a  cop, out of no where, but we , or I for that matter, just kept walking;  smiling and feeling my feet upon the earth. Oh, how I miss this so! I  just kept saying over and over to Sach out loud "doesn't this feel SO  good in the woods Sach?"  "Mommy really loves it here and has been  missing this for a long time." He whined about wanting to leave. Then I  said, "Sachi, this makes mommy feel good and a better mommy. Will you  stay longer? It's really good for us to be here.  It helps you as much  as it does me. Let's play over there in the creek again like yesterday."  He protested, but as I was walking along on my own, with him leading  before me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, "Oh, God, this feels SO good!" I  almost teared for how pleasurable it felt JUST WALKING in nature; as if I  was numb to its feeling for these past 6 years after the major event;  the feeling of being shut down from  a trauma so intense, all sensations  of pleasure were only felt to a minimum, and now the ability to truly  feel again; even at the level of nature....the pleasure of bliss inside  my body, and a tingling sensation of movement that felt like my heart  had an orgasm, and even the chakras running all down my body. It was a  pleasure I hadn't felt in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being the youngest women I  knew to embrace the psychic path, before it became a popular and common  thing in the Spiritual communities, before yoga became known or even  Reiki, I was doing ALL of these things, and doing it at a very young  age, and developing empathic abilities, channeling abilities and  intuitive abilities others around me were jealous of. All of these gifts  disappeared after the rape (not completely, but to a large degree), and  now, the feeling of sensing the nature spirits, the feeling of my crown  chakra lighting up, my heart chakra having an orgasm and a feeling of  my entire being filled with BLISS ~ ~ just from walking through the  woods, gives me hope, gives me something VERY much to look forward to. A  psychic Healer who became a Goddess, who was raped and practically numb  to the spiritual world, but feeling pleasure after meditation and a  clearing with another, now reclaiming my power as a Mother Earth Goddess  and beginning the process of self pleasure, self full body orgasm on my  own. This is my love, and this is ONLY the beginning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-4947313707011676968?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/4947313707011676968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=4947313707011676968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/4947313707011676968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/4947313707011676968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/04/mother-earth-goddess.html' title='Mother Earth Goddess'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RCQL_FYUJpM/TbsG6-YWYZI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UzDpEkhUpjg/s72-c/spiritualwoman-hubpages-com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-1528811236139484806</id><published>2011-04-08T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:51:26.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Predators</title><content type='html'>There's a fine distinction between love and sex and a fine distinction  between sacred tantra and prostitution, but one of which I do NOT cross  over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often give of myself very easily and let myself be  immersed in the moment, but when a Seeker is asking of me to de-robe  immediately upon his arrival, I have to question who he is and his  motives. Is he a stalker and not to be trusted? Is he only looking for  instant gratification and has no ability to be respectful of the female  body? Is he filled with rage and angst that he cannot so much as be  patient enough to wait until the right moment, when, and IF, there is an  appropriate moment to de-clothe that which is utterly sacred to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those  who are seeking instant gratification, immediate satisfaction,  unwilling to do the work to get to the end result, having no patience  for themselves let alone another human, not creating a sacred and spiritual environment, in my eyes are not to be  trusted, and in many cases be warned that they might only harm again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've  allowed many to expose of themselves in front of me, and that is of  their own choosing, but when expected of me to do the same at the same  moment and with no boundaries upon what feels right to me, that is the  exact reasoning I choose to armor myself more; or in other words, keep  covered what I feel might be concluded to fall prey.  To those wanderers  who have nothing in mind other than the dark form of sexual arts and  eroticism, I banish you from this body. And, if you EVER choose to have  respect, I have MUCH to teach you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-1528811236139484806?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/1528811236139484806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=1528811236139484806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/1528811236139484806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/1528811236139484806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/04/sexual-predators.html' title='Sexual Predators'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-8278229407122155880</id><published>2011-03-01T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:50:19.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NIGHT - Part 1</title><content type='html'>It has literally been about 6 years, around May 20th, 2005 to be exact,   that that big event occurred. I had just come home from a powerful   Tantra Initiation in California. During the Tantra Initiation Training, I   was reclaiming my love for my self, I was grieving a boyfriend at the   time, mourning the fact that my father was never in my life, and I  had  spent a week long at the Initiation making love with an amazing  lover  almost every night. My body and spirit was in full blast and open  at a  level I had NEVER experienced before. I was working as a Massage Therapist at a  Gentleman's  Club at the time, and had the money and freedom to take off  upon my  request. I was single, living a poly lifestyle and the only  commitment I  had was my cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was open and excited about life and sought  out a man whom I had gone  to high school with, and in fact dated while  we were in middle school. I  was excited to have found him. I felt a  love for him and a desire to  reconnect. I was feeling flirtatious upon  my return from the Tantra  Training and joked about connecting, but was  never REALLY serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to meet up and I made my way to  driving to his place "in  Coatesville". Perhaps that would have been a  clue, but I just assumed it  was a cheaper place to live and was his  reason for being there. I was  meeting two other girlfriends from high  school on the same night. We  decided to all meet at a bar in West  Chester called the Blarneystone. I  had never seen any of them in well  over 12 years. And the girls were  living a very traditional, normal  working life, and in some ways were  conservative and didn't know about  any of my Spiritual, Yoga or Tantric  world. They on some level, looked  at me odd. I just shunned it as a  difference, and maybe if we got  together again I could acquaint them  with some of this knowledge, but  that opportunity never happened, after  this wild, creepy and majorly  misunderstood night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-8278229407122155880?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8278229407122155880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8278229407122155880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/03/night-part-1.html' title='THE NIGHT - Part 1'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-8860740413182210844</id><published>2011-03-01T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:45:06.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to this Journey - 1st post</title><content type='html'>Welcome all to my journey of self discovery. As many of you know, I had  been raped about 6 years ago, and to all of your surprise, I actually  OVERCAME it with my intense commitment to Tantra and ALL my personal  work. That is not a small endeavor in the least. In fact, it's probably  one of the most challenging pursuits one can take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in reality,  this journal is about my commitment to having overcome a serious  trauma, and coming to a place of loving to be touched, to touch, to give  and receive love and now learning how to pleasure my self; my true  self, my deepest self. The self that is in my soul, my heart that has  longed for passionate love with others and my quest for a regular sexual  encounter. Now, as I learn to be my own Tantric Master, and not just  being with others, but in fact being alone, I can come to a place a full  body pleasure at any moment I choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is not  often a quest one takes while having a child, however, those moments I  am with him will be my moments of choosing to control my body sensations  and breathing out the pleasure until I am alone again amongst myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  here we are. A journey where one never knows the end, or how one came  upon the events that took them to choose their next steps. Life happens,  bit by bit, and we deal with things as we go along our way. Perhaps  this too, will inspire you, or maybe marvel you into learning a few  things yourself, or maybe in some ways, open your heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2664877573149742501-8860740413182210844?l=healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/feeds/8860740413182210844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2664877573149742501&amp;postID=8860740413182210844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8860740413182210844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2664877573149742501/posts/default/8860740413182210844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://healingthesacredfeminine.blogspot.com/2011/03/welcome-to-this-journey-1st-post.html' title='Welcome to this Journey - 1st post'/><author><name>Asttarte Deva</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/TCPjbXACDqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/HDM2PHHlJPc/S220/Asttarte_Deva_larger+size.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2664877573149742501.post-3487700038234672981</id><published>2007-10-10T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T17:53:19.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of baby and me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_le23mogz4y8/Rx9wsAQ0lkI/AAAAAAAAADk/PQp3VYPpqJk/s1600-h/DSCN1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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