It was a sticky summer night in the middle of July. Outside the sky was clear, full of stars, and the moon was shining brightly with a halo of silver. Inside the club, there was music, the sound of voices, glasses clinking, people toasting, smells of different colognes. Plenty of noise. My life was made of noise.
If you would have told me in my teens or even college that I would be engrossed in the spiritual community, helping womb-en reclaim their sacred sexual power, unleash their divine feminine magic, unshackle themselves from trauma, and heal their yoni’s holistically, I would have laughed right in your face!
It was April 26th of 2019 when I grabbed my two suitcases and walked away from my marriage for good. After six years of sleepless nights, fights, toxicity, and betrayal, I finally found the courage to leave a situation that kept me stuck and paralyzed for so long.
How does one begin a story that may seem too far-fetched to be true? Perhaps just tell it as it occurred, and whether others believe it or not is irrelevant. I will use the initial of each person’s name to keep them anonymous. We gathered in a back room at the home of S and K,
