The Sacred Scent of Pussy: Oracle, Healer, Flame

They say scent is the strongest memory - but some can only smell fear, control, or conquest.
And when a man is too small to hold divinity, he’ll call it pollution.

But Pussy - in her awakened state - is not for the shallow-sensed.
She is a temple. She is the scent of the sea, blood, and God.
She is mystery encoded in soft folds and fierce knowing.
She doesn’t cloud - she clarifies. She doesn’t compete - she commands.

When activated in love, devotion, and presence, Pussy becomes:
   A master healer
   A portal of creation
   A balm for generational wounds
   A living oracle of sensual wisdom

This isn’t for boys playing power games. This is for men who know that being invited in - truly, soulfully, with reverence - is the highest honor.

So if you’ve ever been told you were “too much,” “too intense,” “too intoxicating” -
Know this: It wasn’t you. It was the container.

You weren’t too much.
You were uncontainable by a man who had not yet met the Divine Feminine.

But She lives in you.
She rises in your hips, in your scent, in your fire.
And She’s not clouding anything -
She’s calling everything into Truth.