Sacred Sexuality: Intimacy, Addiction, and the Loss of Soul in Modern Sex

This reflection is written from lived experience and deep listening. It speaks to intimacy not as performance or escape, but as presence — where sex, love, and connection become sacred acts of trust, vulnerability, and Soul recognition. What follows explores the difference between intimacy that nourishes life, and substitutes that numb it.

Without shame, trauma, or agenda - deep intimacy and connection via sex is a sacred, raw, wild, timeless, and eternal interconnection… 

… a space for that total surrender, naked trust, and unrestrained vulnerability… 

… and just the slow pouring-in of the Soul’s profound and intense, ocean of love, for the other Soul. 

Where each half-breath is an attuned and sensitive sensation, expression, and injection of all this soul presence and love, whilst all at once receiving the other. 

I get consumed in one Soul invested kiss… That contact alone, is enough to get lost in different dimensions… And in the other person.

It is all of the Soul’s dimensional sight, molten passion, deep mystical love, and Chi… speaking and transmitting through the fingertips, the hands, through skin, in each tender touch and caress.. each breath, each pulse. 

With all dimensions (8 chakras) open, seeking, and speaking in connection, the involvement extends far beyond, the typical human’s quick ejaculation and climax. 

Reduced to only the latter, it is empty. 

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Similarly… for those addicted to sex, or porn - 

— just like drug or substance addiction, this is simply the human unconsciously searching for that sensation of being truly alive. Addiction is the unconscious soul searching for what it can’t see, is possible… It seeks the shadow of Life. Instead of Life itself. 

.. sex addiction, porn, substance addiction, are but a poor substitute, a sad compromise to Really Living Life, to Feeling Truly Alive… to Real Deep Intimate Connection. The bliss of being really present, alive, activated, and engaged. 

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It is a Soul choice to give one’s soul/ my Soul what it truly seeks and needs — the real deal.

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I have never been loved in the true sense of the word. 

Nor loved back as deeply as how deeply I know I can love another. 

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True sacred sexuality, true soul connection - is electric and telepathic, even before the first touch. 

In contrast, much of what passes for intimacy today is shaped by use, urgency, and unmet needs — a search to feel wanted, validated, or momentarily alive. When desire is driven by abandonment rather than presence, connection becomes fleeting, leaving both people emptier than before.

… this is akin to a patchy semi-abandoned garden with weeds and some plants and no cohesive direction. 

Feeding an addiction with no real direction. Ultimately it is empty. 

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Two aware Souls who value and treasure their Soul’s need for deep authentic connection - their sexual union is a melting and blending together of that deep sacredness and mystical depth and maturity. 

It creates a bond in them unified as ONE… the sexual act only makes the bond stronger, endless, fortified, playfully creative, and passionately joyful, each time… 

That bond is fed by, and feeds into everything held in high esteem by that Union — like nurturing a rich big forest with its brooks and valley systems. 

Sex versus true intimate sexual union, is for me like the vast difference between hopping on and off the bus like a Japanese tourist ✅….

… Quick-fix ticked ✅ off the list, photo taken, next hit/ destination, and the next… and the next…. 

Meaningless. Addictive. Shallow. Tiresome. Spinning wheels.

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Versus… really traveling and exploring the landscape. Soaking into it as a full experience. 

It’s like combining everything —-

… exploring every nuanced curve, slope, valley, hill, and crevice… + 

…tasting the deep pleasure experiencing the explosion of flavour and texture in its cuisine… +

… soaking and surrendering to the sun’s smoldering penetrating heat on the entire body

… welcoming that scorch… 

… getting lost in the ocean of deep water floating in surrender to all the expanse of emotions known and unknown…

+ The emotional body brings the range of orchestra from reverently tearful, heart wrenchingly sacred… All the way to ravaging… … letting go… to leap off at the precipice. 

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The two experiences (between a tourist and a traveller) are stark. Worlds apart. 

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There is a death experience in true sexual intimacy that is foreign and perhaps subconsciously feared by most. 

Just as Clarissa Pinkola Estes speaks here (what I am reading) of how most lovers fear and avoid “Skeleton Woman”….

… Most relationships end with the parties involved  quitting even before the real stuff begins… Instead of leaning into this death, chrysalis, that is necessary to take the relationship deeper and stronger… 

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I love my body. I have always Known it’s sacredness. Raised in Roman Catholicism it was repressed and suppressed, which never really made any sense. 

Soul embodiment and identification has me Owning the Sacredness and beauty of my Soul being in this body.  

I love and celebrate my sensuality and sexuality. 

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On so many levels, it is so important to own and embody this sacred sexuality… 

Not just for myself, but to shift the paradigm for my children, young people, and the whole system… 

Steve Biddulph speaks of this plague and critical concern that’s been going on since the internet and social media have been introduced. 

Boys are no longer spoken to on a regular basis about how to love and care for, a woman. This is absent in the language of both parenting and education. 

The internet has been the main teacher. 

And on this fast click-and-swipe culture, boys learn that sex through pornography is direct conquest and penetration, and is normalised to run for the average length of a pornography clip. 

No girl or woman is anywhere near ready nor open in these brief pornography clips. 

And yet she is shown to be cooperative and pleasurable everywhere. 

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When in fact penetration and ejaculation is premature. And hence, severe violation. 

But it is normalised for girls/ women to dismiss the violation of their sacred body… and to be ok with denying the sacred journey towards opening their heart chakra. 

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The speed of modern-day sex doesn’t even come close to igniting the doorway. 

This is normalised violation, and what’s a big worry is that majority of girls-turned-women, do not know any other way to be. They accept self-violation. 

They are objectified. It becomes accepted identity. 

This is so very damaging. Depressing, numbing, violating of sovereignty.  It is a deep concern I have for my girls, and for all children and future adults. 

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Lee Harris speaks of a real mystical relationship having eight points of connection… 

I feel and clearly see the eight chakras open, vibrating, and connecting in all of my conscious  and kindred conversations today. 

They cannot be anything but open and activated in sacred sexuality. 

Sexual intercourse which is predominantly portrayed too fast and limited to the base three chakras is very stifling, empty, and limited. 

There is a normalised element of use, abuse, numbness, and agenda. And a consistent flavour of addiction, manipulation, and being disposable. 

Base. 

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Sacred sexual connection is a slow deep luxurious all-consuming exploration. 

There is so much of the other Soul to love and revere… and so much of the heart to speak through the hands… 

What is blocked and unopened through the energy system is what is causing so much predominant sadness and widespread mental health and physical illness… 

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Interesting how this was all synchronistically represented in Black Circus. This was so painful to watch. My Soul just found neutral fascination seeing the sadness in each woman’s past and history of abuse. 

Their internal trauma, legitimize them using and abusing themselves. And allowing to be on display as used and abused. 

Their physical beauty distorted and devalued to disposability, via this self-perception of being broken, and worthless, damaged, and only having currency if they allowed the use and abuse of their fundamental sacred sovereignty. 

It was not a shortage of beauty nor talent. But both sadly devalued.