Primordial Sound, Restored
The Erotic frequency of a full-body yes—Surrender to the Sound.
If you have never spent time with me in person, you may or may not be suprised to know that I am humming, toning, breathing with audible exhales and otherwise sounding often—very often—throughout the day.
I remember hiving with a friend of mine and making some tongue-clicking, lip fluttering humming sounds as we collaborated on a project side-by-side and she exclaimed, “oh my gosh! of course those are your nervous system regulation sounds!”
It’s true, that’s what they are: Ways that energy in my body is given a vehicle to distribute itself. This is a crucial, involuntary aspect of a strong, healthy energetic metabolization process that I had locked down for years, as maybe you have too.
Sound and voice are so often in trapped in our bodies the moment we hesitate—-wondering if our wild nature is socially acceptable. This aspect of an Erotic system’s healthy energetic metabolism comes back online as we unlearn self-consciousness.
In sex, there is a massive influx of energy. (Of course, two entire universes are coming together.)
Lately, I’ve been dialing in my attention, honing in on distinct frequencies of my voice and sound in sex. The following is some of what I’ve noticed.
There are those regulating sort of sounds—the ones that move energy and distribute sensation—and then there are tones that feel like one precisely strung, taut, single chord runs from my pussy to my voice box. One resounding channel.
Both are great, to be clear. The former is the result of the body assimilating the influx of cosmic orgasmic energy by moving through whatever stagnant pockets of debris that energy collides with through. This is digestive and creates space for energy to continue to flow in and can be more grunt-y, groaning, growl-y, very primal. Hot especially where there is a carnal appetite. The latter is more subtle and higher frequency, I feel present, in both the witness consciousness of the ocean and riding the cymatic ripples and sine waves coursing through the waters of my body; blood, and cerebrospinal fluid.
I feel like an instrument being played… by him and by God through him. There is no ‘me’ in those moments—only strands of karma, frequency, and the mycelial Womb web of the interconnected field.
Our world has largely forgotten that yoga was originally focused on raising the kundalini, the serpentine energy that lays dormant in our root until we Activate.
Enter: the Tantric Chaise.
If you’ve watched How to Build a Sex Room on Netflix, you know the one. Ours arrived recently, and—holy wow. The ergonomics de-light me at every turn, opening doors in my body I didn’t know were still locked.
The yogini in me is thrillllllled. At last, postures I’ve long sensed were possibly—hips open and rooted in a deep squat over him, or reclining in a heart-opening backbend—are here now to explore.
During a session with my Network Spinal chiropractor earlier this year, I regained access to three full inches of my tailbone. She called it re-birthing my tailbone, and it felt that way. I remember pushing and crying out as she held me. It realigned the position of my uterus as well, as stagnated dark brown goo dropped out days later and I felt liberated the same when I did day 5 on a liquid cleanse when I finally passed a parasite I had felt fighting to stay in me.
I felt so free. A multi-dimensional blossoming. I had crossed a threshold into deeper relaxation both somatically and in my soul.
Our tailbone, so often tucked in subtle bracing, is one of the ways we tend to carry primal fear in our posture. One way the coiled kundalini gets restrained, if not strangled. The Gene Keys talks about how we hold fear in our a**hole, too. Tis well worth exploring and unwinding that tension, in this woman’s opinion ;)
The chaise’s curves supported my tailbone in unfurling in a happy baby esque position, totally supported in a way that melted me—lying back, heart open, pelvis spreading, being played like a sacred instrument, each stroke of penetration thrumming that those chords, resounding through my spinal column.
Then he enters me in that supported fish posture—spine arched, throat open, tailbone dropped—and it felt like each stroke was straight into my heart. I become pure conduit. Nothing to move through, nothing in the way.—no debris, no dissonance—just smooth, undulating clarity. Like a crystal bowl being played by the Divine ringing through our bodies.
Another time we were making love, I noticed there was a moment when my throat and sounds locked fully in with the stroke - clear, resounding - and I felt all my frustration wash away… Like a note held so true it re-tuned the whole instrument.
May all woman who desire to know the feeling of the throat and pussy being entirely locked in, a fully restored pipeline. No hesitation, no gap… One clear channel of Primordial Sound.
