Dakini days are a special day in the Lunar calendar when one chants the healing mantra of the Five Dakini’s to harness the wisdom energy. The Dakini’s have many forms and various practices. They are a part of practices which aid one in tines of need and provide healing energy to help and provide guidance. As an embodiment of feminine wisdom and power they have mantras which can enhance that same energy.

There’s a playground right across that field. It is one of the most beautiful playgrounds you have ever seen...every kind of ride you imagined as a child, time of no importance and you’ll never go hungry. You must only learn to navigate through your landmine of LIFE to reach it. You must stop listening to all those naysayers who discourage you from wanting to play, or who tell you that you’re too old to play anymore. Some will even try to make you think it doesn’t exist. Some people never were allowed to visit this playground as a child and they have no idea what this place is even like. They may even fear it. One has to wonder why people would keep choosing to blow parts of themselves up daily, missing limbs everywhere, from this thing called LIFE. And yet these beautiful playgrounds were given to us from GOD. They’re everywhere in various shapes, colors, levels, and options. They’re called BODIES and it’s either going to be taught to work for you, or against you. I’m always amazed at how masochistic the mind can be, whipping your backbone into submission and stealing your ecstasy without even so much as a whimper or a cry for what was the spirit of that soul underneath the Everything. --Farrah Nayka Ashline

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.

These are the words we dimly hear:

You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.

Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
Don't let yourself lose me.

Nearby is the country they call life.
You will know it by its seriousness.

Give me your hand.

—- Rainer Maria Rilke

​Can the Body of a Woman be your teacher?
Is there a wisdom in her soft curves?
Do you know the language of a circle?
What about her writhing undulations?
Her Wild Pleasure?
Her wetness?
Can your Lust inform your Heart?
Is she sacred or profane?
What about the animal of the body
that is your one true name?