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Why Human Design?

Your astrological birthchart is often described as a map of who you are. Human Design is a compass. It's a decision making tool that connects you to your body, your unique energy flow, & the way opportunities come into your life. 

Making decisions is a difficult thing, darling. Aren't you ready to give up a little control? To listen to what mother cosmos has already placed here. Just 4 you? 

Not one of us are here to make decisions from our mind, child. That's a big secret I'll spill. Big boy brains dicktating what's real, what's possible, what we can have, and what we can't. It's time 2 turn ur mind off dear. It's your body that really knows what it wants..

See our minds spin stories, you've heard them. She tells you, you can't do that thing because it didn't work before. Tells you you don't have the gumption, the resources, the love. 

The mind fast forwards to imaginary futures, lingers on past hurts, and projects your failure to the future. Rarely is it ever in the present. 

But our bodies you see. They are always present. Every moment. And they know what's best, deeply. Soulfully. If you know how to listen. 

We are each different you see, unique. Each of us has the answers inside of us and life brings us what we're meant to see. The better we navigate, the easier our journeys are. Wouldn't you like a compass? 

Maybe it's in your gut. That mmmm feeling pushing you forward. Or with patience to wait out your emotional wave. Riding to calm before jumping ship. Or possibly it lies with the cycle of the moon, or a quiet immediate whisper in your ear.

A reading from me and I'll show you how to track your bodies response to your environment. What questions to ask it to determine your yesses and no's. 

You'll learn about what makes you utterly unique, and how to foster more aligned action in your life. And it starts so simple. I'll show you dear, won't you follow?

Step 2

So you grew up religious, or you at least heard about it. About god, about sin. About hell. Maybe you’re over it. Or maybe you wanna learn more… You see I've been to hell. She's my home and my savior. And my destruction. I want Her to become yours too. Don't worry, I'm not damning you. I'm making an offering. An invitation to join a party you’ve probably always wanted to attend. And quit fretting, you're free to go home at the end of the night, in fact you’ll have to. Hell isn't your home yet She takes only when We need, and tonight Our only need is your presence. Your body. Extra points if you're bleeding. 

It's been neglected hasn't it? Your body. You haven't had the touch you want. The warm body you deserve. Don't we each deserve another as a counterpart to our own? Don't we deserve her on top of us, beneath us, beside us most of all? Not At All. Did you forget that I am, you are, here. And Don't you have fingertips as much as another? Don't you have skin as soft or as hairy as anyone else? Feel it, tell me I am wrong. Don't you dare. submit . admit my wisdom and your foolery. There is touch available to you in every moment. Every breath. From your own hands. Reach out, hold, pet, stroke, grab, hit, bite, feel. Pain is not your enemy, kindness is not your weakness. Feel yourself now, dear. Touch your generous skin.

It takes time to touch. You have it. Tonight, tomorrow, next year, next decade. Touch is not a rush. There is no race. No End. No pressure. Just  desire. You feel it don't you? Desire. Many whom i've laid beside fear it. Maybe ur one of them. Who told you to fear what your own body wants. To fear the way she talks to you. Probably someone. Someone mean. Someone who held and hurt you for following your desire. Or someone who never gave you the chance. Taking your desire from you and twisting it up in his own mouth. Spewing it back to you in a way that suited them. Until you didn't really know the difference. You’re learning now my child. My love. Its okay. It's good to learn. I’d like to teach you. 

Submission is a key, sweet. Use it when you want to open doors. to peer to other worlds, when you want to step through and become somebody different. Someone stronger, weaker, more. Someone who turns another on. You turn me on child. Trust that. Submit.