Kylie D Fae

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A woman’s body is a portal.

   

A vessel.  

 

To hold whatever we choose.  

 

We carry the scars, wounds, pain, pleasure, and bliss of a life time on our skin and in our guts and hearts and bones.  

 

Some you can see, most you can’t.    

 

We are a mystery.  

 

Powerful beyond measure.  

 

Don’t you want to learn yourself?  

 

What else could ever be worth knowing?  

 

Isn’t it just so telling how much time we’ve spent in space when we don’t even know our own oceans? 

 

The ocean is here, teeming with life.

Full of nourishment, more vast than we can comprehend.

The most oxygen giving body on the planet.    

 

But let’s check out mars.    

 

Fuck off.    

 

Vessel isn’t ascension, we’re not going to space.    

 

We are sinking deep down into the mud, we are being right here right now.    

 

And how else could we do that, but through our body?    

 

Give me blood, give me tears, give me the waters our bodies make when we come..    

 

Give me what’s real.    

 

Give me the version of you that you’re afraid to show the world because you might accidentally blow something up.    

 

Aren’t you tired of plastic and perfection and saying the right things and never ever saying the wrong ones?    

 

Don’t you want to set yourself free?    

 

Come over here love, you can run at full power and be celebrated for it.    

 

No one is putting out lights here.    

 

People love to squash your sensual power. Because they are afraid of their own and they murdered theirs years ago, don’t take it to heart.  

 

In Vessel, we remember.  

 

In Vessel, you are held while you expand and own your power and gifts like never before.    

 

And life will never have tasted so good.    

 

Are you coming?    

 

We begin our next round soon

An intimate container of women

A year long journey​   

 

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7777$ paid in full

 

1331$ a month for 6 months

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666$ a month for 12 months

 

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