Celibacy Ignites Creativity, Magnetizes Soulmate ♡

When I say I’ve chosen to be celibate, many people blink wide-eyed—

But quietly, some women whisper back, “Me too.”

So why the whisper? Why the shame?

Why is devotion to self treated like a secret?

Celibacy is not deprivation—it’s discernment.

It’s choosing to share my sacred body only with a soul worthy of building worlds with me.

Because sex is not casual—

It is creative fire,

It is life force,

It is ceremony.

Our sexual energy births not only children,

But visions, art, revolutions.

Why leak it to those who cannot hold us?

Why scatter our power for fleeting attention?

A woman’s body is a temple,

Her womb—a holy vessel.

Mayan wisdom says we carry the imprint of every lover for seven years.

So who do you want to echo within you?

After my last relationship ended, I didn’t choose celibacy out of pain—

I chose it from power.

From remembering.

From reclaiming every piece of myself

I once gave away too freely.

Since then, I’ve channeled that energy inward—

Birthing creativity, roaming the world,

Healing deep wounds.

I’ve become full on my own nectar.

We’ve been told liberation looks like detachment—

But true freedom is sovereignty.

It’s knowing your worth so deeply,

You no longer confuse access with intimacy.

I won’t be touched by hands that don’t pray.

I won’t be entered by energy that doesn’t elevate.

I won’t be a moment in someone’s night

When I was built to be the moon.

Raise the bar.

Make your body an altar.

And wait for the one who worships.

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