Equally, I have heard God laugh. Rocks sing. And a mountain roar and tremble. In Praise.

I feel deep concern for men spiritually as the bride of Christ, that they would/could know the being entered and filled part, the vulnerable trust of a woman open to receiving love.

I also feel sad that I can’t speak out loud about such.

I believe heaven will be beyond any earthly orgasmic experience, yet we will finally have the capacity to take it all. It is sad when people on earth, now, don’t have a small peak into what it will be like. The complete union. Oneness.

There is a huge difference between art and porno. One time in London at the Victoria and Albert museum, I simply sat and wept, at the beauty before me. Worshipping.