Quickly, using the egg, and doing the exercises from the course, began to wake me up to a new turn-on and bliss. Instead of just being turned on in my clitoris, I began to feel a juicy aliveness all over. My eyes would roll back in my head during practices, as I felt the sexual energy move from my sacral chakra all the way up to the top of my head. My third eye would buzz, before I even knew what a third eye was. And yes, my vagina felt stronger, but also more supple. Alive. Sensational. Wetter (something I'd struggled with for years).
So, here’s what Truth actually is: truth is a felt-sense in our own bodies. Truth is inner authority. For me, truth doesn’t come from an external source, even if that source went to medical school. Truth comes from my own experience. Outsourcing truth to a doctor, to a lover, to a parent, to a friend—that’s where we, historically, as women, lose our power, and fade into the background again, not trusting ourselves, our intuition, or our bodies.
In fact, the first time I used my yoni egg, I found myself wondering if I’d been slipped MDMA.I felt tingling from my head to my toes. Each little sensation bloomed and escalated. Even my vision became different: hazy, diffused. I felt the edges of my body dissolve, and I was part of a watercolor painting. Even though I didn’t have a traditional climax (that 3-10 second “genital sneeze” we all strive for), that didn’t matter. There was no need for that. I was elevated, infused with bliss. I felt like I was making love with an invisible god. I felt like a goddess.