Its been a while...

From a betraying Tantric Practitioner ex, to finding the love of my life, to helping hundreds of people live a life of freedom...

Hey loves,

It’s been a while since I’ve written a newsletter — and truthfully, I’ve needed some space. So much has been unfolding behind the scenes, and it’s only now that I feel grounded enough to share a little of what’s been going on.

This past year has been one of the deepest initiations of my life. Like holy fuck - I ended a relationship with someone I once held immense love and trust for — a person who presented himself as a Tantric Practitioner, a man devoted to spirituality and the honoring of the feminine… but whose actions, sadly, reflected something else entirely.

We were in an open relationship, and I found out — not from him, but through a friend — that he crossed clear boundaries with another female Tantrika. It wasn’t just the act; it was the betrayal, the withholding, the way he couldn't tell me the truth until the evidence was undeniable. Aha, and his excuse? That he didn’t want to “hurt me,” or that I was on my period. A masterclass in spiritual bypassing.

Even after that shit show, I tried — I really did — to rebuild something with him. But when trust is broken and never truly repaired, the foundation crumbles. What made it harder was the gaslighting, the judgment toward my healing work, his veiled misogyny, and his hypocritical views on sex work (despite engaging in intimate practices with women under the guise of "spiritual healing").

I was told I couldn’t run retreats. That everything I do is just a product of my trauma. That my desire for connection was "too much." That talk therapy is pointless. I was used as a body for breathwork experiments instead of being truly met as a partner sexually.

And yet — he would speak of women as goddesses, deserving of reverence, while his actions told a very different story.

I share all of this not from a place of blame or resentment, but from a place of reclamation.

Too many women stay silent about the shadow sides of the spiritual and tantric spaces — where harm is dressed in white robes, where manipulation hides behind mantras. It’s time we speak up.

This chapter has cracked me open, but it’s also carved space for something more true. More me.

And on the other side of that unraveling...

I met the most incredible person I’ve ever come across.

You know when you go on a first date and you just know? Yeah — that was us. From the very beginning, it felt like our souls had been waiting for this connection. I can’t even begin to explain the depth, the power, the care, the clarity of what we’ve built together.

There’s an unshakable foundation of understanding, strength, resilience, passion, admiration — and a shared commitment to growing, healing, and becoming the best versions of ourselves not just for each other, but with each other.

It’s the kind of love that feels ancient and brand new at the same time. A relationship rooted in presence, not projection. Mutual devotion. True partnership. More about that on newsletter.

And through all of this — through the breakdowns and breakthroughs — I’ve been diving deeper than ever into my work.

And through all of this — through the breakdowns and breakthroughs — I’ve been diving deeper than ever into my work.

My sex sessions have become some of the most transformational spaces I’ve ever held.

Hundreds of people — literally — have come through my space and shed shame they’ve carried for decades. We’ve explored fantasies, desires, taboos, and edges that were once buried beneath layers of guilt, fear, religious conditioning, societal pressure, and internalised judgment.

So many people come to me believing that something is wrong with them. That they’re too much. Too kinky. Too numb. Too needy. Too sensitive. Or not enough — not attractive enough, not liberated enough, not normal enough.

They come to me thinking they are broken.

Because somewhere along the line, they were made to feel that their desires were dangerous. That their pleasure was a problem. That their sexuality needed to be tamed, or hidden, or fit into someone else’s mold.

But the truth?

You were never broken. Your body is not the enemy. Your longing is not an issue.

In every session, we unlearn those lies.

We breathe. We move. We cry. We laugh. We peel back layers of shame and pain until we find the pulsing, powerful aliveness underneath.

I’ve seen people fall in love with themselves for the first time. I’ve seen people reclaim their voice, their ‘no,’ their ‘yes,’ their right to be worshipped, respected, desired. I’ve watched people — people who once dissociated from their bodies — drop back in, and finally feel safe enough to feel.

This is the work.
And it’s changing lives.

This season of my life has been nothing short of a rebirth.

I’ve faced betrayal, let go of illusion, reclaimed my worth, and opened myself to the kind of love I didn’t know was possible — not just with another, but within myself.

I’ve shed layers that weren’t mine, released stories that kept me small, and stepped even more fully into the truth of my work — work that isn’t about performance or perfection, but presence. Permission. Power.

If you’ve been on your own journey — of heartbreak, of healing, of rediscovering your voice, your pleasure, your path — I see you.

This is your reminder that the breakdown is often the beginning. That the fire you feel isn’t burning you down — it’s burning away what no longer serves.

And when you’re ready, I’m here. With open arms and an open heart.
For the reclamation. For the softness. For the truth. For the wild.

Thank you for being here.
Thank you for witnessing me.
And thank you, most of all, for daring to return to yourself.

Saurora x