I was thinking back the other day to when I was, I would guess, in first grade. I was always good at coloring, and I was proud of that. But there was this one kid who was better at it than I. I was not happy. His name was John. The teacher used to put up his colored assignments on the bulletin board more often than she did mine.
That’s just a funny story about how I was competitive, even way back then.
What I also remembered is that, even at about seven years old, I used to “know” what his penis looked like. I don’t know why, but in a way I do know why. I had, of course, never seen him naked, but he had very pale skin, and I used to picture his pale white, slightly wrinkled penis. This does not seem connected to the coloring thing—it was just neutral. It was just a “normal” thought for my young self to have.
It’s a bit embarrassing now that I’m actually writing it down to share with you. I’ll tell you what I think it was a sign of. It was the truth that I am here to do this work that has to do with lingams and yonis. And it has been in me so long that I was having thoughts like that when I was seven years old.
Now, of course, at the time I had no idea what it was a sign of. I was just listening to a masterclass this morning, and the teacher was talking about resistance. I’ve had so much resistance to knowing that this is my life purpose that it took me up until 58 years of age to finally admit to myself that this was it—and I’m going to do something about it!
What I’m doing about it now: I am currently creating a home study program on self yoni massage. It’s going to have an Introduction Video, eight Modules, and four Bonuses. It will be a series of videos to watch with a workbook, and an opportunity to do some private work with me at the end, if elected.
If you yourself have a yoni, or if you care about someone with a yoni, you may be interested. I’ll keep you posted!