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Celibacy

 I wanted to speak on this topic as it was a big one for me in 2025. And I know it is quite a controversial topic.

After a failed long distance relationship and then a 6 month connection I made a decision. I was going to be celibate. I cut energetic cords. I told myself, you are doing this for you and your future husband, you need to be strong even if it's gonna take 6 months, a year or two .... 

And I did. 

Was it difficult? Not really. The only difficult thing was not knowing when I would meet the man I was dreaming of. It could have been a long time ... but I told myself, the faster you clear yourself eneregtically the faster he will appear. 

For a woman it is quite important, not all women are willing to do it but doing so keeps you from absorbing shit energies from men... and keeping you pure for the right one, ideally one that you love. 

And hence I knew there was no love in my last connection in 2024 I didn't have a point to be involved for something short lived that ended by the end of that year. So throughout 2025 I had a deal with myself. 

I focused my energy on other things and it was the best decision. I wanted to meet someone I'd have a strong soul recognition with, someone who my soul and heart craved, someone I would know is my person. Someone worthy of such access to me. 

For all my ladies reading this, I highly recommend doing it if you're seriously looking to detox yourself energetically. Remember each man you sleep with leaves an imprint on you, and that ain't funny because we carry that energy long after they are gone... meh. So do yourself a favour and really go for it. You will be fine and you will feel fantastic knowing that you're doing it for a bigger cause / a beautiful union you're calling into your life. 

love A x 

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