For those with a high sensitivity in the feeling body,
the intensity of the inner realms can be overwhelming.

In a world that harshly judges feelings,
it’s easy to believe we are too much,
too sensitive, too intense, too dysregulated —
or that we must be deeply traumatised.

For those who drown in relentless tides of sensation,
therapy and spiritual practice often fails us.
Unable to reach the core of our experience,
we search endlessly within, for the cause of our wrongness.

But what if we’re asking the wrong question? 

What if we’re collectively misperceiving feelings?
So conditioned to fix, analyse, and eliminate them,
it never occurs to us to welcome them —
an intelligence we are yet to learn how to receive.

What if your heightened sensitivity is a skill?
Gifting you with increased specificity.
Access to a different mode of knowing.

What if the esoteric maps of Tantric somatic teachings
are a language you can actually feel?

What if the feelings we reject are not our demons?
What if they’re doorways to wholeness?
Portals to misunderstood, un-lived experience.

What if these feelings aren’t actually personal?
What if they’re not you, or the result of your childhood?
If we seek their cause, we circle endlessly in the tip of the iceberg,
unable to reach the unseen forces beneath.

Forces that we call the unconscious:
the engine room of our emotional lives,
compelling us into action before we even know it.

These forces are invisible to most.
But for the highly sensitive feeler,
they are the sensations and vibrations
we constantly feel — and incorrectly name.

Our current paradigm pours petrol on the flames.
If, however, we learn to shift the habit of attention,
a new inner landscape reveals itself —
one that we can finally begin to receive.

At the heart of Tantric teachings lies a simple truth:
we are woven from a fundamental polarity of energies —
electric (masculine) and magnetic (feminine).
Together, they weave the vibrational pulse of existence.

Yet our imbalance is so ancient, we believe it.

We revere our capacity to pierce into experience,
to know it, master it, and transcend it.
And we fear, demonise and dismiss the other,
as lazy, erratic, wrong, unclear.

We strive and effort,
we blame and judge —
without even knowing we’re doing it.
So familiar is this vertical reach for transcendence,
that we unknowingly recreate our suffering.

In Tantric practice, we enter the subtle body,
not to control, but to allow these energies to move freely.
As we finally make space for every exiled drop,
the depth of this judgement is revealed.

Our innocence is illuminated,
directly in the body.

This realm of experience is subtle,
but there are certain Highly Sensitive People (HSP’s)
for which this terrain is vivid.

They are the Sensates: energetic, somatic sensitives.
Or what I call the Hyper-Feelers.
But they are often unaware of their skills.

Thinking is not their dominant way of knowing.
Instead, they navigate through inner atmospheres —
sensations, contractions, vibration, unease.

They consider themselves too intense.
That it must be insecurity, anxiety, or CPTSD.
And because of their constant inner work, 
many become the wounded healer.

Yet what moves inside them is an intelligence.
A realm that is communicating.
A realm they must learn to navigate, trust and receive.
A very different way of knowing.

Deep within us all lies a hidden fear —
a trembling sense of separation from Oneness.
A terror so raw, it manifests into form,
appearing as real.
A shadow we spend our lives running from.

When we meet it through the lens of the personal.
the judgement and contraction intensify.

But when we turn toward it as a collective misperception,
something entirely different begins to unfold.

As we offer safety to the distress we all reject,
the nervous system softens,
and we begin to sense its innocence.

“Sweetheart, my darling, I am so sorry —
Forgive me! I know I misperceive you.
Show me how to be with you,
so you may be at ease in my presence.”

We are lost in unconscious judgement and fear.
Until we learn to trust the darkness,
until we learn to rest inside it,
what is rejected remains perpetually hidden.

The journey of wholeness is downward, into our humanity.
The journey of immanence is the return to the lost feminine.
We create safety for all that has been rejected —
not to fix it, not to change it,
but to welcome everything home.