My truth is:
this work is alive.
It evolves.
It refines itself.
It grows as I grow.
And if you’ve found your way here,
I believe you’re meant to walk
a part of this journey
with me.
Come as you are.
And that
is more than enough. 🦁🌹
Tell me in the comments,
what else would you like to see from me here?
What conversations feel urgent, but unseen?
Sending you love and support ♾️
There’s an oversupply of everything these days—from books, movies, songs, and food options to endless streams of motivational content.
You can even swipe through different humans disguised as soul mates, all on demand.
It’s wild out there.
Chasing and wanting more has become the norm.
But honestly? I believe this endless pursuit is killing our curiosity and that childlike awe we once had. It’s pulling us away from what truly matters.
The more you meditate, the more you shed the noise and narratives of others, the clearer you become about what you actually want.
You’ll start realizing that you don’t need everyone to like you, follow you, or even agree with you.
Self-awareness is the ultimate filter—it tells you what (and who) belongs in your life.
From business projects to friendships and romantic interests, it’s essential to define what you want and let the universe know why you’re here.
This post isn’t about being fussy or picky—it’s about being transparent.
If we’re going to walk this path together, I want you to know exactly what you’ll get here.
Authenticity, depth, and a little wildness. 🦁
Because if you and I align, I believe we can rewrite the way the world understands the wild feminine and sacred masculine.
I know, that might sound crazy to some—so be it.
I’m grateful for each of you.
Your quest to find yourself gives me strength and hope in a way no spiritual book or temple ever could.🌹
Now tell me, what truly matters to you?
Why are you here on this path? I’d love to hear in the comments. 👇🏽
#spiritualjourney #sacredmasculine #divinefeminineenergy #innerpeace
I’ve been teaching this work full time for 15+ years, and I can tell you one thing with certainty:
The number one judgment I receive is on my expression around desire.
Often, it’s silly.
People react because I drink coffee / soda.
Because I enjoy world cinema.
Because I write sensual poetry.
Because I appreciate beauty and luxury.
And of course, the biggest trigger is that I charge for my work.
There is this strange belief floating in spiritual culture
that holiness must look like deprivation.
That a teacher must perform desirelessness
to be trustworthy.
And if you’re looking for that kind of performance,
I’m not your guy.
I don’t trust “desireless” branding.
I trust people who can sit with desire.
Sit with the beast.
And not be eaten by it.
That, to me, is embodied spirituality.
Desire is not the problem.
Suppressed desire is.
Suppressed desire becomes shadow.
Shadow becomes compulsion.
Compulsion becomes a secret life.
And then you watch people preach simplicity
while subtly building empires.
You watch them sell “renunciation”
while their marketing is engineered like a Las Vegas casino.
You watch them talk about ego
while their entire identity is a monument
to being above you.
This is the hypocrisy that doesn’t get discussed enough.
The spiritual world often worships poverty as purity.
And many seekers fall for it because they’re tired.
So they buy a desireless spirituality,
not realizing it can be the most seductive desire of all.
The desire to feel superior.
The desire to feel saved.
The desire to avoid being human.
I made a promise to myself a long time ago.
I will not build my work by pretending I am above desire.
I will not sell spirituality by shaming yours.
I will not create a public persona of purity
while living a private relationship with power.
I’d rather be honest and sleep well.
Desire can be holy.
It can be art.
It can be intimacy.
It can be devotion.
It can be money used cleanly.
The question is not whether you have desire.
The question is whether you are awake in it.
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Image credits:
Babyteeth, directed by Shannon Murphy.
I wish the Muse was my water bottle guy.
You are not reading it wrong.
I have this water delivery service.
They promise their water comes from a mountain spring
and they have a delivery window from 9 to 5.
The process is I put the empty bottles out;
he swaps them and everyone wins.
Sounds simple, right?
Except that’s not how it happens.
In the past, I forgot to put the bottles out
so he’d leave four heavy full bottles
even though I only needed two.
Suddenly, my apartment starts to look like
I am running some underground business
of empty water bottles.
At one point I had 13.
Finally, I got disciplined.
I decided to line all the empty bottles outside
like a responsible adult.
Now, the process is simple:
he sees those empty bottles and he swaps them
with only two new bottles…
No, of course it doesn’t happen that way.
This person knocks and asks me,
“Do you need more water?”
My answer is, “Sir, it’s water delivery day.
The empty bottles are outside.
Yes, of course I need water.”
Except that he will only knock when I am not available.
I will wait for him all day,
and he will knock when I’m in the shower,
or in the middle of a session,
or on a call.
And he will keep on knocking
until I open the door.
I confess many times I have left the shower
just to open the door for him.
It feels annoying… BUT
the moment I see his face
I’m not annoyed anymore.
Because he’s such a caring & sweet guy, doing his best
to make sure that I get the water.
He’ll push me to keep an extra bottle.
He’ll tell me, “It’s hot this week. You should drink more water.”
He doesn’t quit on me;
he keeps knocking until I open.
I do wish the muse was like that.
But she’s not the generous delivery guy
who will keep knocking until we show up
and have the talk with them.
That means we’ve got to do what grown-ups do:
we stay ready.
And we stop saying “I’ll do it when I feel confident”
because it’s not the confidence that’s needed,
it’s the permission.
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Image credits:
AI-generated artwork Perpetual Dance by Sounds Global.
I see it in Tantra.
The journey into the unknown.
The ancient, primal wisdom
that continues to find its relevance
in modern life.
And you might meet
the same doorway through
yoga, Zen, Tao, prayer, breathwork,
or silence.
The point is not where you meet it.
The point is that you meet it.
Because I keep seeing the same split.
Artists with fire, talent, vision
but no grounding.
So the nervous system stays restless.
The mind becomes loud.
The process becomes pressure.
And spiritual seekers
with devotion, depth
but no art.
Their energy stays trapped in concepts.
The soul stays unexpressed.
They need each other.
An artist needs a grounding practice.
A seeker needs creative expression
to become whole.
Art without spirit becomes noise.
Spirit without art becomes air.
The world is already divided enough.
We don’t need more teams,
more camps, more
spiritual territories.
Wherever you meet it,
let your art and your divinity
find each other.
I’m curious:
Do you have both in your life?
If yes, what does it look like for you?
If not, which side do you feel
you’re missing right now?
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Image credits:
Willow Kane “Two Seater” directed by Milo Blake.
Your anxiety is not always a sign that something is wrong.
Sometimes, it is the soul grieving the life it was forced to abandon in order to belong.
The wild in you was never meant to be fully domesticated.
Not your longing.
Not your sensuality.
Not your rawness.
Not your truth.
Go deeper on @theleelashow podcast Episode 211 - The Wild You Were Trained to Bury
We don’t have to try so hard to access what is already in us.
Look at the birds. They don’t go to a training school to learn how to fly.
A lion doesn’t need therapy to roar better.
A monkey doesn’t hire a coach to jump higher.
It’s in them. It’s inherited.
And if there is one common thread across Eastern wisdom traditions, it’s this:
You are a divine being having a human experience.
They don’t encourage a belief system. They honor it all as a remembering.
The tragedy is not that your truth is far and complicated.
The tragedy is that we keep searching for it outside, in structures and territories and borrowed wisdom, instead of moving inward.
When you move inward, you realize there are no walls.
There is no division of “right” and “wrong.”
That’s all for today.
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Image credits: Studies for two angels, a 1922 wood sculpture by artist Ivan Meštrović
Tantra matters for everyone.
But it matters massively for artists and creatives.
For the ones who create.
The ones who build.
The ones who cannot live
without expression.
Because your work is Shakti.
Your desire to write, teach, film, paint, launch, speak, disrupt, begin again
that is Shakti moving through you.
And without Shiva, Shakti becomes ungrounded.
You feel lost.
Restless.
Like a river with no direction,
it’s just speed.
So you chase the algorithm.
You chase applause.
You keep looking outside for permission.
You edit your truth until it becomes
acceptable.
Approved.
Easy to consume.
And then you wonder why your art feels dry.
Tantra gives you a different power.
The power to disappear on purpose.
The power to listen.
The power to understand the language of intuition.
The power to create from stillness and let the work arrive instead of forcing it.
This is what I mean when I say Tantra is everywhere.
It’s in how you breathe
before you speak.
In how you hold intensity
without turning it into drama.
In how you love
without ownership.
In how you create
without begging for validation.
Shakti needs Shiva.
Not to be controlled.
To be held.
To be seen.
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Image credits:
Surrealist painting by artist Rafal Olbinski.
After the separation, Tara went on her first date.
She sat down and smiled.
Across from her was a man named Ed.
Kind eyes. Calm voice.
The kind of man Tara used to say she wanted.
He asked, “What makes you feel alive nowadays?”
And Tara heard ten voices before she heard herself.
Her girl gang.
Her dating coach.
Her Instagram feed.
Her ex.
Her own fear
pretending to be
wisdom.
Be careful.
Do not seem needy.
Do not overshare.
Test him.
Make him prove it.
Keep the power.
So she played the game.
Ed said, “I’m really glad you’re here.”
Tara smiled again, sweet as sugar, sharp as a blade.
“Are you?”
He blinked. “Yes.”
She tilted her head.
“All Men say that.”
Ed tried to smile.
“So what are your intentions?”, Tara asked.
“I’m not here to waste time.”
Ed nodded slowly. “I’m open to getting to know you, Tara. No games. I am not into that...”
Tara’s chest tightened. If he was not playing games, she could not win.
So she threw another hook.
“Just so you know,” she said, “I have strong boundaries. If I feel one red flag, I’m gone.”
Ed paused, then said calmly
“I respect boundaries. But it sounds like you’re already leaving.”
Tara hated him for being calm.
Tara wanted to punish him for not submitting to her fear.
So she did what she had learned to do in her old relationship.
She made intimacy a power exchange.
She said, “I can tell when a man is emotionally unavailable.”
Eli nodded. “I can also tell when someone is using therapy language as a weapon.”
Silence followed.
They finished dinner with a hug.
She drove home with the familiar rush of victory.
Then she got into bed.
And suddenly her body spoke.
Tara could feel what she had done.
She did not go on a date to meet a man.
She went to win.
And the strangest part was that she called it healing.
That night, Tara whispered into the dark, like a prayer.
“I don’t know how to love without controlling.”
That was the first honest sentence she had said in years.
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Image credits:
AI-generated artwork by Hannes Caspar.
I’ve been working with writers finishing books, artists bringing their work to life, filmmakers cracking the idea that’s been haunting them for years.
It’s deeply inspiring to get to hear people’s dreams in real time.
And I often leave those sessions more inspired than ever.
But I keep noticing the same pattern across creatives.
Most of us are trying hard enough.
Thinking hard enough.
Networking hard enough.
Listening to every podcast on creativity like it’s your ticket to hollywood.
And yet the best ideas rarely arrive in urgency.
They arrive when you finally get quiet enough to listen.
A crowded mind is built for urgency.
The muse is built for nuance. (She loves nuance!)
That’s why your best ideas show up in the shower.
On walks.
After orgasm.
In the moment you stop chasing them.
Not because you forced a breakthrough.
Because you made space.
So today, don’t pray for the next big idea.
Instead, create a space that feels like a prayer.
The muse knows where to find you when you’re available.
P.S. I’m accepting new clients and projects. If you want support finishing a book, shaping an idea, or building a grounded creative process for your film or art, DM me.
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Image Credits:
Movie: The Tree of Life
Director: Terrence Malick
It’s 2:11 a.m.
Selene is praying in the bathroom.
She prays on and off daily,
wherever she can.
Whenever she can.
“Let me be free.”
She thought freedom would feel like relief.
It didn’t.
The night it happened, the moon was full.
Selene stood on her balcony barefoot.
Her friend Livia had texted earlier:
“They want you. Lead it.”
“It’s yours.”
“Say yes.”
She had prayed for this door to open.
Now that it had, her body couldn’t process it.
If I bloom, I will be seen.
If I am seen, I will be judged.
If I am judged, I will be left.
She spoke to her mother.
Her mother laughed in that way mothers do when they want you to return to safety.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Stay humble.”
“This is too much you are going for.”
Selene stared at the moon and felt the old programming rise like a tide.
Be small.
Be grateful for crumbs.
Her mind started negotiating like a seasoned lawyer.
You can wait until you’re ready.
You can “prepare” for another six months.
You can bloom later.
But her body knew…
Blooming doesn’t wait for readiness.
It arrives.
And it asks:
Are you ready to take up space?
Selene looked around her room.
Her journal was open to the same sentence written on three different pages.
“I want more.”
She had prayed for more.
Now more was demanding a price.
Visibility.
She stood up.
Walked to the mirror.
“You asked to bloom,” she said.
“Now you have to be seen.”
Her eyes watered from the weight of finally choosing herself.
She told Livia: “I’m in.”
And in the seconds after she declared it, she didn’t feel joy.
She felt nausea.
Heat in her chest.
A trembling in her legs.
This is real.
This is new.
This is dangerous to the old you.
Selene turned off the lights and stood by the window.
Something inside her exhaled.
Because she stopped betraying herself.
No one tells you this.
Freedom isn’t always a celebration.
Sometimes it’s a confrontation.
Sometimes it’s you becoming the very thing your lineage warned you not to be.
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Image credits: NASA 🌙
