Reclaiming the Power of the Female Orgasm with Author Naomi Wolf

Catch my podcast interview with international best-selling author, social critic and political voice of reason, Naomi Wolf here: http://www.womr.org/podcast/author-naomi-wolf/

Naomi discusses the complexity of the female nervous system, proper clitoral stimulation, the connection between sexual fulfillment, confidence and creativity, and the effect porn has had on our sex lives. Don't miss it! The best thing you can give your partner for Christmas is joy!

Abracadabra: Finding the True Meaning of Christmas Through the Tinsil

The angels told me that there are two sacred and powerful times around Christmas. The first begins two days before Winter Solstice and is five days long. This is a period for going within. It is a time to focus on what opportunities have arisen in the last year, or over the last month. It is the time to look for the 'crack in the cosmic egg', to observe the crevices of broken river rocks of the Sweatlodge of our dreams. Like Mary through the darkened desert, led by the twinkling stars, we must take the sacred journey of self. As we commune with the proverbial Christ Child (who represents our divine nature, the wisdom of children, and the creativity within) contained inside our bellies, we sort through the aspects of our familial legacies we seek to release and those we seek to carry on. We connect to our own holy nature by the vibrations of divinity within. Unassisted, we birth our authentic selves into being.

In this heightened place, we become world bridgers and portals of higher consciousness, bringing in new awareness and new generations into a changing world. Into a new world that is dependent on global respect and creating sustainable solutions for the survival of humanity. We cannot imperil anyone's lives, without endangering our own futures. Liberated by the truth, with the artifice blown for the little people today, they must help us navigate the new world with the purity of their sacred hearts. Unsullied by the old constructs, the old paradigm of domination and abuse of power, unable to be enslaved despite the old constructs. The angelic wisdom will lead us to the home of the soul, to the center of creation, where we are all One.

Be open to the gifts of the Magi. Make your three wishes to your spirit guides. Declare into the dark of the night what you want when it is in alignment with the better good for all humanity, of course. Let them guide you in creating the blueprint for the coming year. In creating your vision, keep in mind, that it is through interconnectedness, compassion and love that we will all survive and thrive. We all individually need to take global responsibility seriously. We're all in this together. When we envision our futures and take steps towards the actualization of goals, I believe we should keep in mind that creation doesn't happen in a vacuum. Likewise our spiritual journeys are more powerful when they are shared. Some kind of daily spiritual practice is something we each owe our selves personally for sanity and joy. Its also something which really is our duty to our collective consciousness and evolution. If people realized just how powerful they are and how good it feels to know compassion and be able to put themselves in someone's else's heart and mind, they would see that the condition of the modern world necessitates this revelation and this shared practice of daily and weekly spiritual community. Prayer. Energy healing. Sacred sex. Meditation. Merry Christmas World.

Inebriated ZigZag Journeys: From Displacement to Soul Food

Shrouded in darkness, mild flurries caressed the maritime countryside leaving behind pockets of salty snow for Christmas morale. Like a good elfin pan, I crafted into the night listening to old Steve Martin interviews... Our son made some wonderful gifts at school, like a family Christmas Calendar. Very well done! And lo and behold, despite my protestations about the focus on material gift giving, Santa came after all...much to my son's delight.

Everyone knows that the consumerism monster has gotten out of hand, yet we continue to feed the beastly master, unleashing him from his cage every year like clockwork come December. A cocktail of greed, hysteria, guilt, and unsated desires puts a lot of people past the tipping point, as they race around town hoarding booze, chocolate and rubbing their credit cards through tiny slots at cash registers from store to store, like crickets rubbing their legs together. This is the music of Christmas: cha-ching cha-ching, botta-boom, botta-bing. It's the chaotic crinkling of wrapping paper, tissue and bows, ravaged by kids pumped on GMO-cornsyrup-candy who tear through gift after gift until everything is opened, like a frenzy of mosquitoes on supple flesh of a newborn fawn in the dead and still of an ice cold winter. It's the moaning of family members in painful stoopers with aching joints and sore muscles. It's the droning of an antique vampire, a sedated fixture, a living relic of a bygone era, sunken into an armchair, mumbling incantations, musty racism and a percolating fervor for wartime. Spitting judgment through broken teeth and a tense jaw. It's the shrill screams and the frustrated sighs, as everyone shares their genuine love through all the banality of the corporeal machinations and obligatory gestures with uncomfortable relations.

We all know that Christmas is about love, sharing, and community. It's about joy, merriment, and peace of earth. Yet, who surrenders to a theta state recognition of the divine within us all? Who rides a wave of bliss through the perfume isles of Nordstrom's looking into everyone's eyes in dreamy recognition of our interconnectedness? Who stretches their yogic hearts holding Namaste on their lips down the Lego isle of Toys R Us? Who among us feels himself embodying Christ consciousness in line for coffee samples and one inch square pieces of spanikopita at Trader Joe's? Who among us feels herself fashioned in the likeness of the Madonna, touched by God, as she agonizes over which dangling over-sized purse with retro fringe to buy Mother-in-Law?

We plow through crowds of strangers with our eyes glued to tiny glowing screens, racking up credit cards on our zigzag journeys to get to Peace on Earth and Goodwill Toward Men. And when we arrive at our destinations, pumped full of cappuccinos, Bailey's Irish cream, tiramasu, and easy bake mini mushroom turnovers, decked out in our shiny a glittery accoutrement, do we remember to feed our souls? Do we dance like gypsies, sing like naked natives on tropical beaches, do we drink the medicine of the elders? Do we dump the drama of interpersonal relationships and petty frustrations like a cement mixer at a graveyard, before the waist hardens our arteries, ferments in our intestines, festers in our worn down, pathogen-abiding human bio-domes before we get to the place wear cats purr, children coo, and angels steal our inebriated focus twinkling on the tops of pine trees in our indoor living room forests?

Bitch or Bust

This year there just hasn't been any room for the shopping, card-sending and gift-giving. Although, our family did make it to two Solstice celebrations. Tomorrow, I finally get to the post office between two client readings and some ice skating. After some bouts of illness on the home front, it's been all work all the time playing catch up. There's nothing I'd rather do with most of my mental power, energy and spirit, than surrender myself to the loving and intelligent wisdom of the angels, and help convey personal messages to my clients and mind-body insights for their health and well being. My healing practice mandates a ceremonial lifestyle with daily meditation and few distractions from the modern world. It requires my undivided and absolute attention when I am working. The state of mind required by my profession is that of oneness, harmony, fluidity, humility, neutrality, duty, and balance. I must be surrendered to divine love and feel a pervading sense of trust and safety, cradled by Mother Nature's loving arms. Sometimes, every day practical life interjects itself like an alarm clock, Hello...time exits and it's ticking!

Frankly, I was so busy channeling messages about Mary, Jesus, and from Archangel Michael for my clients, that I forgot to buy stuff and send cards. Silly me.

The other deeply satiating endeavor...Thankfully, starting Thursday I will have a week just to write, with the exception of one healing and two classes. I know I've said this before, but it's so true. I wasn't ready to write the book I am meant to write before. My perspective on things has evolved so much. I feel much less polarized, in terms of feminism, my politics and the sacred feminine. I see what's required within the manuscript to blend the insights of an angel medium with the chutspa of a spunky, righteous and rallying 'sex priestess' of a modern revolution. As Naomi Wolf and I discussed in my forthcoming interview with her (airing this Thursday at 9am EDT, on 92.1 WOMR-FM Provincetown), sexual empowerment wakes one from a deep sleep, it increases conscious awareness, it doesn't allow the soul to be oppressed, and it is revolutionary. So, it's back to manifestos for me. Things have kinda come full circle. May even buy copies of Bitch and Bust magazines for myself this Christmas....

Update, it looks as if the online content for Bitch and Bust has gotten a tad more tepid since the 90s. Wow! Doesn't really have the fanzine quality of my own 'self-published' feminist grrrl magazine, I edited back in 1998 called, Pillow Book: Funky Cunts' Guide to the Emotional Universe. We poked fun at tampon and IUD propaganda, explored female sexuality with a post-Sisterhood-is-Powerful pre-matrifocal existentialism. I edited it, drawing from a dozen friends' writings and artwork. Loved the name, but I never knew where to wear the t-shirt.

We created, the Funky Cunts' Guide around the same time I was writing a paper at Community College about the media backlash against women in the early eighties. The backlash had parallels with the early 50s propaganda calling for the post-WWII female workforce to return to home, be good little homemakers, give up wearing pants, quit their jobs and let financial independence be a distant memory. Sadly, in the 80s game shows and soap operas started hypnotizing a whole new generation of moms. Propaganda from right wing groups and ultra conservatives started sending messages for women to get back to the home. Popular columnists like Popcorn and mags like Women's World had a huge hand in shifting popular opinion, or at least the appearance of it by using false statistics, and over time gained a lot of genuine influence.

The 80s created the newly improved material girl prototype (the trophy wife who could be bought and sold), the suburban soccer mom, the hyper-sexualized and infantalized object of desire, the self-esteem galvanizing dead model look which invoked elements of violence against women (and embraced the Victorian ideal), and the trend in 80s sitcoms of having orphaned children with dead moms (Full House, My Two Dads, Webster, Gimme a Break, Who's the Boss, Diff'rent Strokes, and The Hogan Family). (Then, there's the kids' whose moms just up and left Punky Brewster and Blossom.) For my paper, I drew quotes from books by authors Susan Faludi, Peggy Orenstein, Inga Muscio, Lois Banner, Robin Morgan, and Naomi Wolf. There's that Wolf again. Go by her book, Vagina, if you haven't already.

Naomi Wolf on Healing Wisdom Next Week!

Avoid the day after Christmas let down, with wisdom from best-selling author, Naomi Wolf! So exciting!

The Ancient Roots and Customs of Christmas

Listen to Healing Wisdom with Solstice Singer an children's illustrator Terre Seeley! http://www.womr.org/podcast/singer-terre-seeley/

Upcoming Interviews with Naomi Wolf and Other Feminist Authors

Having just now recovered from a fretful viral illness in time to interview the esteemed, venerable, classy, provocative and righteous author and social critic Naomi Wolf, I am getting in gear. I feel there must be some divine intervention involved. Just as mysteriously as it arrived it vanished, but after much prayer. I even contemplated the possibility that I may have a bad case of the West Nile virus or the Black Plague of Madagascar. Dream travel shouldn't result in the invasion of foreign pathogens, should it? Sadly, the small African island, featuring the world's largest avian population with as many as 80 percent of all known bird species has seen a rise in the Medieval vector-carried bacterium in the last two years.

Naomi Wolf is a bright shining star of pure unsullied patriotism, an intellectual mover and shaker promoting civic engagement and the creation of a sustainable democracy at a grassroots level. She is the reviving breath in an oxygen deprived nation. Her recent work Vagina: Revised and Updated, explores the physiology of female sexual organs, placing the highly-politicized power center of womankind in a historical context and helping readers make the mind-vagina connection. I adore her fervor and her unapologetic and personal narrative. Her international journalism includes the investigative report “Guantánamo Bay: The Inside Story” for The Times of London. Her TV appearances include Larry King Live, Meet the Press, The Joyce Behar Show, and The Colbert Report.

In the coming weeks I will be speaking with authors and professors Sandra Ingerman and Barbara Tedlock! So thrilled.

Soul-utions for Holiday Stress

Here's a new class that I co-teach with fitness and dance instructor Tracey Crowell, every Wednesday night through the holidays into the New Year...

Coming at Ya

Do you remember the scene in Westside Story where Maria feels so pretty, and witty and gay? Well, that's how I feel when I think about my upcoming interview with best selling author Naomi Wolf. Sure, we could talk about NSA privacy violations, the American economy, the negative consequences of globalism, man's inhumanity to man. Yeah, we could do that, but you can't change these things simply by talking it out. The only way to fight evil is to become superheroines.

If you can believe the Dalai Lama, it's Western women who will be leaders in helping to save our planet. So, put on your Sheera Princess of Power boots, Xena breast plates, and Eartha Kitt cat ears, and be ready to imbibe in the pleasures of the flesh and be transported by the wisdom of your vagina and your birthright as a woman to be more powerful, more fulfilled, more integrated, more actualized and more divine, so that you can be joyous and be the change you want to see in the world. Not that kundalini asanas or Tantric practices automatically bring enlightenment to the world...but it's a step in the right direction, alongside other things like being of service, creating community, being healthy, and participating in (group) prayer and meditation. Naomi Wolf's [book] Vagina: A Biography, is coming at you! 'Cuz it's a win-win for everyone when women are sexually sated. Gone are the days of spiritual attainment through celibacy for the chosen few; here to stay are the days of ego, body and soul gratification for all.

Now if I can charm Jim Carrey's publicists, perhaps I can interview the Jim-Man about his meditative practice and his mind-body epiphanies. In a recent interview in Energy Times, the esteemed and evolving actor speaks of how eliminating wheat, dairy and sugar from his diet, resulted in emotional purging. He's a wonderful spokesman for natural living and overcoming depression. He also founded, A Better U http://www.betterufoundation.org/about-us/ The new children's book he created with his daughter helps comfort kids about mortality in a cosmic and zen way. If I were a TV talk show host, I'd make him spoon me under an enormous Christmas tree while we croon a Christmas duet in matching pastel pantsuits with big lapels...just before giving away free talking Elvis Christmas ornaments to the studio audience. He could be Dick York, Jimmy Stewart, and Mel Torme in alternating stanzas and I could be Elizabeth Montgomery, Doris Day, and Daisy Torme.

I've been doodling comic strips today in preparation for my psychic awareness workshop that I am teaching tonight. Check back this weekend for my Apocachyx comic strip. The first one is called, "Most Men are Mortals". And I think that's actually the perfect title for my book. But of course, new ideas are always rapturous and intoxicating. I may think better of it in the morning. Okay, scratch that. My feminist husband says that it's reductive. Women have been too long defined by their relationship to men. Et cetera, et cetera. He is my conscience. I thought it sounded marketable, but now I am in agreement. He wants the title to be something long and sassy. A Question. Something Woody Allen might say before lighting a Virginia Slim. We shall see. We shall see.

A Family Tradition

In keeping with family tradition, I use amethyst, Chinese Jade, malachite, and other gemstones underneath the massage table for their energetic properties. I also use a jojoba oil infuser with the essential oils of clove, cassia, myrrh, and cedarwood to create a very warm, safe, familiar and relaxing environment. My mom is an excellent third-degree Reiki practitioner and self-taught massage therapist. She often got me on the table growing up. As a kid, I saw her as across between Caroline Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie and Samantha from Bewitched. It bummed me out to no end that I couldn't twitch my nose like Tabitha. During the healing sessions, she would often intuit messages from my angels or share astrological epiphanies about the asteroids or trines in my natal chart. After a two-hour energy healing/massage I did last night for a client, my six-year-old insisted on having one this morning. I love my snuggly baby boy. He'll always be my baby, even when his toes reach the end of this table.