The Field Speaks
What it sounds like when women remember.
These are not testimonials.
They’re echoes of the field.
(Exhale. Let what you read move through your body. She understands before your mind. does.)
“I’m 53, and for a long time I thought that meant my sexuality was supposed to fade.
In my marriage intimacy became a problem, so I shut down.
I convinced myself that part of me was done.
After the divorce I realized it wasn’t gone just sleeping.
I met someone and felt desire again for the first time in years.
It woke something up.
Going into menopause I want to honor that.
I want to feel alive in my body, not watch it disappear.
I’m remembering my dark feminine,
the part of me that never died, she just got quiet.
The part that knows pleasure isn’t youth, it’s power.
This is the layer that needs my attention right now.
Thank you for creating this space.”
Dorothea
“I’ve always felt that if I owned my sexuality I’d be “too sexy,” “too much.”
But I’m tired of dimming.
I’m ready to stand in that power, to feel turned on by my own life.
My intention was to connect deeper with my pussy and my body, to feel fulfilled and connected to my YES,
to grow up into being a woman in every part of my life.
A few nights in, I felt something shift.
I was dancing alone in my kitchen, no music, no mirror, and suddenly my hips moved without asking.
My breath got deeper.
I didn’t feel like I was performing.
I felt like I was remembering.
I’m so grateful to have this space.
I’m ready to dive deeeeeeep.”
Jennifer
“I used to think sex was for someone else.
Something I had to be good at. Something that proved love.
I’ve been married nine years, and I’m still learning how to let myself want.
During one of the Portal calls, you said, ‘Notice what your body wants, not what you think she should want.’I laid there after the call, hand on my belly, and realized how quiet my body had become. I started breathing deeper, following the warmth until I felt the smallest humming sensation below my navel.
I used to think I needed to fix myself to be sexual.
Now I understand I was never disconnected. In the Portal, I realized I’ve never actually listened to my body
only performed what I thought she should say.
I don’t want to be good anymore.
I want to be honest.”
Tanya
“A couple of nights before the Portal started I dreamt of being back in a brothel.
I’ve dreamt that before I think in other lives I’ve been there.
Sold, owned, used.
This time I stayed long enough to forgive her.
A few weeks earlier, one of my Spirit Guides , Mary Magdalene, nudged me on the shoulder and told me to reach out to Tatiana.
She said, ‘Whatever she’s offering, say yes.’
So I did. I didn’t even read the details. I just knew.
In this life I’ve been told my pussy was poison.
I’ve been called disgusting.
I’ve been touched without love.
During the Portal I bled on the new moon and sang to myself.
I grieved lifetimes of disgust.
I released the part of me that still believed I had to suffer for being holy.
My body is sacred now.
She always was.
I just finally believe it.”
Gina
“The pandemic was a huge wake-up call for me.
I got out of a codependent relationship with the first woman I ever dated and stopped taking clients for the first time in years.
I realized I’d become a hypocritical healer holding space for everyone else, but not refilling my own container.
I was burned out.
I started doing shadow work and healing childhood trauma, but I also noticed my sexuality had gone quiet.
My heart was open, but my body felt numb.
I decided to stay celibate not as punishment, but as devotion.
Spirit told me I wasn’t supposed to run from my sexuality, just stop outsourcing it.
One morning after a Portal transmission, I laid under a blanket on my couch, breathing.
My mind was racing with memories and regrets.
Then the thought came, start anyway.
So I touched myself.
Not to climax, to connect.
Somewhere between a sob and a sigh, I came.
And it felt like God.
Not the holy kind they teach you about the wild kind that lives in the body.
That was the moment I understood that pleasure is prayer.
It doesn’t have to be perfect to be sacred.
My mind was loud full of old memories and people I miss.
Then I heard the voice inside say, start anyway.
So I touched myself.
Not because I was turned on because I wanted to remember.
Somewhere between a sob and a sigh, I came.
And it felt like God.
Not the holy kind from church . The wild kind that lives in the body.
That’s when I understood what it means that pleasure is prayer.
It doesn’t need to be perfect to be sacred.”
Catie
“Good morning, sisters. Blessings.
Last night I did the breathwork and touch practice in the mirror, completely nude.
I closed my eyes and explored the depth of my pussy.
I touched every place my four children had changed , the stitches, the bumps, and I thanked her for every birth, every moment she opened.
I pushed my finger as deep as I could, and it felt like another world in there vast, silent, like the universe.
I stayed there, breathing.
The energy started to move inside me.
I could feel it circling.
Then I had a vision.
I saw a window inside my pussy.
Through it, a forest.
At the far end, a mountain.
The sun was rising over it.
I kept looking.
I didn’t want to stop.
It was so beautiful.
This is the first time I’ve ever experienced something like that.
The first time I’ve seen God from inside my own body.”
Helen
“I’ve never said this to anyone.
Feels safe and right here.
We’re told over and over that our pussies are smelly, that they need to be covered, cleaned, fixed.
I used to believe it.
I used to apologize for my own scent.
About six months ago, I opened my legs and decided to really smell myself.
For the first time, I liked it.
I liked me.
That day changed something.
I stopped trying to make her acceptable.
I started listening to her instead.
The Portal reminded me that she was never the problem.
The shame was.”
Sabrina
“What I loved about this space was how real it was.
Being with women who’ve been through the same things .It felt safe.
Nurturing. No performance.
I started realizing how much of my sex life had been about someone else’s needs.
I’d say yes when my body was a no.
I thought that was normal what a good partner does.
Then, during one of the transmissions, something clicked.
I heard, ‘Your pussy is going to tell you what to do. Listen to her.’
I started doing that.
Checking in before saying yes.
Sometimes the answer was, You were a dick today, I’m not interested.
And that honesty, that was liberation.
I realized we’d been having sex for relief, not for connection.
The Portal stripped that pattern clean.
It reminded me that intimacy isn’t performance.
It’s truth.
You should join the Portal to awaken the goddess in you.
It will empower you, yes but more than that,
it’ll let you see who you already are.”
Donna
The field opens again November 5.
After October 31 — $1111
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(If you’re already feeling her, she’s already calling you.)