Hello beloved

I am an expander, an alchemist, a tantrika and mystic.

Like you, I  have been the huntress and the hunted, and emerged from hiding with gifts and guidance.

But you don't care what I call myself, do you? You want to know about the codes I carry. 

My soul song is about the reclamation of sacred sexuality and spirituality as holy, whole and one. 

I am Hannah Rose


My field is a haven for initiates. The medicine of my channel is in service to the divine union of the healer's heart and the warrior's spirit.

It's ooey, gooey melt in your mouth adoration. A richness of love cozy with purpose and full of promise, without conditions on your ability to surrender to it, because it teaches on opening to the closing.

My codes of remembrance animate your subtle senses with synesthesia and nostalgia. It feels like a smell, a tasting on your skin, bathing in your own Amrita, the milk of the mother mhm.

The field pulses with mercy, generosity and full body goosies. The erotic innocence is mischievous, it holds paradoxical magic and clever play. It's fun. 
 
It is pure, insightful, self expressive and pioneering. It is wild, strong willed, prophetic and empowered.

My medicine is a combination of angel wings and mermaid tail. The Priestess of light technologies and Curandera medicine woman. 

The energetic bonds in the field work fast. They plug directly into the cosmic mind and the one heart. Anything that isn’t true comes online for attention. The strength of the field I hold yields life to its favor, always showing us where we still long to be free and coaxing us into compassionate responsibility to lead self.

The light power of the electricity can be a lot to hold. I am a devotee of this power as student, first and foremost. Our agreement is that the field will not work you until you give your consent with a whole hearted full body yes. Anything less than this is energetically expensive for you and exploitative for me.

Everything that enters must pass through the pussy gates of truth. Including my own tales of karmic poetry and illusion. The process of turning toward them and teaching through them is where the patterns experience their own resolution. The integration cycle is a spiral becoming known to itself.

My medicine is in its own ceremony, full of body Shakti. A steward of her love, in devotion for the sake of devotion.

In courage, reverence and tenderness.


I went blind so that I would know
what it felt like
to go inward and finally see
I built a temple of peace and glory
In the apex between my thighs
Overlooking the ocean
At sunset

My prayer for humanity is to wake at sunrise 
as a flower does in love
with ancient revery

curious
hydrated
and well f*cked.

THE SANCTUARY

In love

Hannah Rose

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