A Triptych for the Dark Alchemists
I almost didn’t share this. Yet devotion asks for exposure, so here I am, opening a little wider.
October has always been a mirror. I used to hate it. The shadow work felt like a storm that never ended and everything seemed to get worse. I didn’t know it was initiation. Reflection. Descent. A season for listening to the inner world. The voices. The rage and the tenderness. The heat and the stillness. The erotic self who remembers.
This month I honour the dark and the void. I let the download move through my hands and shape a triptych for Autumn, for descent, for the slow return of power to the bones. A tantric dance with myself, shared as an offering to those who can witness.
🖤✨This body is an altar of abundance.
I open. The deep answers.
I give the old story back to silence.
I keep only the thread of my true name.
Heat shapes me. Gold veins the scars I forged.
What burned becomes strength in my bones.
I return unbound.
My pulse is my only law.
I step. I claim.
I become the renewal I demand.
I teach chaos my rhythm. 🖤✨
A living path
If you want to walk deeper into the roots of Tantra as devotion and embodiment, study with Henika Patel at theSchool of Sensual Arts. You will meet the lineage, the practice, and the pleasure pathways with reverence rather than performance.
