Lately, I’ve been receiving a surprising number of initiates on the path. And right now—I’m literally out in the middle of nowhere, writing to you from what feels like a spiritual retreat or hiatus. I’ve been sitting with the silence, surrounded by ancestral land that’s been in my family for over 200 years. The soil hums with power, and it fuels everything I do. Out here, I remember who I am.
And still—more hearts, more joys, more seekers arrive.
I’ve been blessed lately by an oracle—gracious and attuned—who has been guiding sincere souls to my lonely temple. They’ve helped me keep focus, shielding me from distractions that once haunted my path. This couple was among the first to climb this metaphorical mountain, and the moment they crossed the threshold, I knew something was different. I was open. Receptive. Ready.
The first thing I always teach is the why—the philosophy. Because this work is deep. It’s not just rope. And it’s definitely not a casual craft for the curious or the faint-hearted. I tell them plainly:
“If you’re here only to learn technique without the soul of it—without the spirit, the healing, the eroticism, the magick—then this is not your path.”
There are other instructors for that. Amazing ones. But here, in this sanctuary, we engage the sacred and the profane. The sensual. The spiritual. The shadow. Here’s what I say:
Pleasure is Power. Joy, eroticism, and sensuality are pathways to liberation.
Indulgence is Devotion. Desire is sacred.
Embrace the Forbidden. Transcend your limits.
Welcome the Dark. Integrate its power into your own.
Shatter Illusions. Strip away pretense and reclaim the untamed.
Be Bold. Be raw. Be seen.
Do Not Shrink. Take up space.
Growth is Constant.
Return to the Primal. Instinctual ways of being.
Respect the Discipline. Reciprocity. Dedication. Integrity.
If this does not resonate, you do not belong here.
This session was… different. Special. I admit my teaching style is intense—disciplined, exacting, sometimes brutal. I make you repeat things over and over and over. I won’t let you move on until I see proficiency. I will return to foundational knowledge again and again until it’s written in your bones and echoing in your dreams.
In my head, I follow the way:
Meticulous technique, every movement holding meaning.
Emphasis on Awareness and Presence
Safety Alignment and Consent
Building Trust and Connection
Sacredness in safety and communication.
Mindfulness and Presence
Structured skill-building.
Trust. Presence. Meditative trance.
This is the foundation I wish I had. This is the legacy I’m building. My seal.
So when this couple smiled after the 100th time I said, “Start over”—I was shocked. They told me afterward: they were getting off on it. They felt accomplished. They wanted the challenge.
I asked, “But what if you didn’t get it? What if we spent the whole class on just one thing?”
They said: That’s what we expected. They didn’t want to cause harm—physical, emotional, spiritual—and if all they learned was how not to hurt each other? That alone was worth their time and money.
Y’all.
That made me feel so seen.
So we worked. I mean really worked.
Two hours on nothing but safety. Anatomy. Energy. We traced the ulnar, radial, and median nerves—spoke intention over them, whispered their names, followed their pathways. We made promises: to care for each other, to never abandon one another in scene, to be fully here—no phones, no distractions.
We talked about reality: there is no such thing as 100% safe. So we practiced what to do when something goes wrong. Not if. We studied emergency protocols, warning signs, how to check in, where to pay attention.
We layered in energy work. We studied neurochemistry in real-time—how dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins shape what we feel in the tie. We explored rope handling, the confidence of touch, the power of clear communication. They spoke to each other, learning to name their internal landscapes. We studied accountability. Integrity. Ritual. Devotion. Love.
We talked about guardianship and reciprocity, and how rope demands a kind of love that protects and sees and holds. We interrogated why we were doing this—why we’d show up here, of all places, to do this
We talked about rope placement, body awareness, prioritization, how a lack of clarity translates into tension for the bottom. We studied the narrowing of awareness: how rope quiets the mind until all that remains is you, the rope, and your partner. The whole world dissolves.
We covered so much in four hours and only learned one knot: the lark’s head.
Only one knot—but lifetimes of knowledge. They went straight to sleep afterward.
And still, I feel like I forgot something. That’s why I write—to capture what I can so I can say it better next time.
I’m endlessly grateful to my oracle for sending them. This couple was truly a gift. They paid up front, trusting the process, honoring the craft before a single rope was tied.
And I think about everything I’ve gone through to get here. Everything I’ve endured. And then a day like this happens. And it all makes sense. It all becomes worth it.
Until next time.
And if you feel called—reach out to the Oracles.
Let them show you the way to my lonely mountain.
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