Sexual Alchemy

The Sacred Union… Sexual Alchemy…

What does that even mean?

Understanding sexual energy has allowed me to better comprehend the sacred union between a man and a woman. And in reflecting on my past six journals, I’ve realized something:

I have not yet experienced this God given blessing.

I have not yet entered sacred union with another—not in this way. But I feel it pulling at me—like a truth I haven’t touched, but already know.

Sexual Alchemy...

I’ve read about it.

I’ve imagined it.

I’ve prayed for it.

But I won’t pretend to have mastered something I’ve never tasted. Still—there’s something in my bones that tells me it’s real.

This one is difficult to express. Unlike my earlier journals, I have no direct experience with this union.

I’ve been blessed to know many beautiful women in my life. And I’ve loved them—in the way the world taught me to love. But that wasn’t alchemy.

Sexual alchemy is not the lust I was sold.

It’s not the fast food, porn culture, dopamine-driven emptiness I was taught to crave.

This is the fire that doesn’t burn—it refines.

This is energy that expands, not contracts.

That creates, not depletes.

What I’ve come to understand is this:

The path I’m on—this mastery of sexual energy—isn’t just about me, it’s preparation. It’s the cleansing of the body, mind, and spirit. When two people come together in full presence—Holding their energy instead of losing it—Something holy happens.

Something sacred occurs.

And before my time is up, I want to know that union.

Not in theory. But In breath. In body. In spirit.

And I know now:

When the right woman appears—

When her energy is mature,

When her love is deep,

When her power is anchored—

I will be ready.

Not just physically, but spiritually. Energetically.

Sexual alchemy is not about orgasm.

It’s not about performance.

It’s about two sovereign beings merging their energies in devotion to something higher.

Not taking… but offering.

She won’t be a conquest.

She’ll be a mirror. A temple. A mystery.

And I won’t show up with hunger—I’ll show up with presence.

We will breathe together.

We will move with intention.

Our bodies will speak loudly —YES—but our souls will lead. And in that moment of ecstasy, I will not lose energy—I will become it.

I’ll retain the fire.

I’ll circulate it.

I’ll pour it into my purpose, my mission, my art.

And she will rise in her power—because I didn’t collapse into her. I met her.

That is the sacred union I’m preparing for.

No more spilling.

No more leaking.

No more worshiping the flesh and forgetting the spirit.

When the right one comes—when we meet with reverence—I will not hesitate.

I will not be a slave to my lust.

I will not flinch in my truth.

I will not dim my light to fit the world’s image of manhood.

I will rise with her.

I will expand with her.

And we will become a force the world cannot ignore.

This is my vow.

This is the next evolution of my power.

This is the sacred fire.

And I am ready to walk through it.

My friend…walk with me.

Who shall hear my call?? How would I know?? how would she know?? In a world that teaches only lust, how would we find each other?? Only through true faith will it be found. My heart is open. My virtues in place. My vulnerability is my strength.