SACRAL CURRENCY: THE OCEAN OF EXCHANGE.

Have you ever sat and wondered why industries fueled by sexual energy have been consistently successful since the beginning of time? That’s the power of sacral energy. For women, sacral energy is housed in the womb. It’s the energy center of creation, destruction and transformation. It’s the alchemical processor. In other words, all energetic exchanges are ran through the filter of the sacral center. When a body is in consistent movement, it stirs the sacral center like a pot. I like to call this ‘witch’s brew.’ This post will be less of an analysis and more of a story that highlights the ocean of exchange through my real life experience in the strip-club.

6:00PM monday.

I had just started my shift around 6:00pm on a Monday. I had already done a couple of private dances and went to the locker room to refresh before going back out to the floor. I saw 2 guys having an interesting conversation by the bar, and I sat between them. They were talking about rating women on a sliding scale of 1-10. One guy discussed how it’s not an accurate measure because beauty runs deeper than the physical. I mentioned the physical nature of men and sort of just offered my insight. They were intrigued by my answers. The other guy decided to buy the whole bar drinks. Of course, my drink of choice is ALWAYS an amaretto sour. Sweet. Sour. Decadent. Mysterious. Much like me (lol). If you’ve gotten this far, you know I’m all about the details chile. I turned to my left and began to talk to the other guy 1-on-1. He began to discuss how this place (the stripclub) is what caused him to contract with demons, which contributed to his failed marriage (due to him consistently giving into his bodily urges) and contributed to his son being deemed autistic. We talked a bit about God. He mentioned how he was “just like me” at one point, thinking he could waltz up in a place like the strip-club and walk in both the dark and light. I listened to him. I observed him. More than he likely thought. He complimented me. Attempted to stroke my ego. Unaware that my ego serves me. He asked me for a VIP Room. He implied that he would like to have sex, but never outwardly stated it. He asked what we were going to do in there.

“You’ll see,” I said.

He was cocky. It was subtle though. I had a fleeting thought that this man is about to meet God through me. We walked to the room. He paid his $400 to the manager. “Your 30 minutes starts now,” The manager says. He slips his tip to me, and I slide it under my drink. Now let’s fast forward a bit. The good part. The denial of sex. The anger that stirred within him. “God told me not to come today,” He says. He was a guy that was used to paying for sex in this stripclub. I saw the entities on him from the moment he opened his mouth up to talk to me. His ego was so consumed that he didn't immediately realize that he was meeting God exactly where we were. He also mentioned how, now I wouldn’t get recommended for rooms. He attempted to implant thought-forms of scarcity and lack. He clearly doesn’t know who the fuck I am. He said that I could go, took his tip back and I left. With a grin on my face, of course. At the end of the night, I talked to the manager, and he mentioned that the guy sat there in the room for the remainder of about 25 minutes. The manager, also, mentioned that usually when that happens guys will get their money back. I smiled as I received this new information. Entities know not to come up against God. They work and serve God. When your womb and sacral energy is run and fueled by holy water, it automatically purifies whatever exchange. Why? Because you’re serving as a vessel for divine communication. He knew to sit right there and sit in that discomfort. He knew to sit in that ego death that I catalyzed. He knew not to try to get his money back because I exchanged with him something much more potent than that of sex. I exercised my sovereignty. Could I have fucked and gained a lot more in money? Sure. But guess what? I made what he was going to tip me back in the next hour, and I didn’t have to go against myself to do it. When you go against yourself for anything, including money, whatever energetic uncleanliness being received by the other individual partaking in the transaction, is not backed by God. Technically you could say, it’s an energetic match for the quality of your womb space and overall disposition.

Friday.

Fast forward to Friday that same week, I got 2 VIP rooms. Both with men that didn’t care WHAT I did in there. One guy even said “You set the boundaries. I’m following your lead. I just want to look into your eyes.” He didn’t even want to take his dick out. I made 5x what I made off the room on Monday with ONE guy, and the best part about it? The guy was sweet. He was caring. He was genuine. He had a beautiful heart. His ego was not involved. His entities were placed into subservience as I alchemized them, using the movements of my body and the piercing nature of my eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul after all. That night I had a vivid dream with him. I could see what entities I had alchemized for him. You see, exchange originates from the unseen. Now, the other guy. He was Asian and didn’t speak a LICK of english. Anyone who knows me, knows how connected I am to my spirits of Asian descent, so it was hilarious seeing the workings of that in real time. The night before, I ate a pineapple, red-bean pastry, and the morning of work I ate the juiciest asian pear I’ve ever eaten in my life. Tuesday that same week, a friend and I even had dinner at a Korean fried chicken spot in Chinatown. My asian spirits were nourished, to say the least. When I got to the club Friday, I talked to a few guys. Did a couple dances, in addition to stage sets. For one of my stage sets, the asian guys came up and threw money. As I’m walking down the stairs, the bouncer tells me that one of the asian guys wants to get a room and invited me to go over there. An hour pasts, and I’m just so in the moment (lol). I almost forget about the asian guys, until a fellow dancer pulls me and tells me “girl those asian guys want you over there. They only want you.” I went to the back and refreshed before walking over to them. I found it interesting that they waited all this time just for lil ole’ me. The Empress. The guy paid $400 to the bouncer. We walked to the room. “Your 30 minutes starts now,” the manager says. He hands me a $500 tip in advance, and I slip it to the side. He housed spirits that mutually resonated with me. My asian spirits were ALIVE. We left the room after about 8 minutes of dancing and caressing, and the 2 guys left. No words were ever spoken. Not that he had a choice. He spoke no English. Do you all see where I’m going with this at this point? The aliveness of your spirits and body, along with the presence of God is what dictates the quality of exchanges AND your ability to alchemize them. It’s an ocean. It’s deeper than reducing yourself to the access granted to your physical womb. It’s about the unseen exchanges occurring more than ANYTHING. The power of the sacral. The power of the womb. It’s felt before it’s ever seen.

Before going against yourself for money, always feel into the subtleties of an exchange. Is it backed by raw essence and inspiration? Or is it backed by the mere act of exchanging money? Is it entity driven, ego-driven (dead) or is it nourishing to the spirits you house in your body?