Sera Beak - Red Hot and Holy: A Heretic’s Love Story

RED HOT & HOLY

A HERETICS LOVE STORY

SERA BEAK

Stay as Close as you can to your own experience; dont stray too far off course. Stay with Us. Give people a front row seat to Our Relationship thats where the real action is thats Loves Real Reminder.

THE RED LADY

CONTENTS

To Gods Wife, Buddhas Buddhette, Shivas Shakti, Mohammads Missus, J.C.s Magdalene, Els Asherah, Great Spirits Snuggle Bunny, Our Mother Who Isnt Only in Heaven, The Great SheBang, Yo Mama, She She Powa, Madame Mojo, Soul Sista, The Original Redvolutionary, The Secret Lineage Hopper, The Holy Grail Grinner, The Ecstatic Exclamation Point after All That Is!, The Forecast of Fire, The Numinous Naughty, The Freak Flagger, The Licking Life Force, The Everlasting Embrace, The Casual Fridays of Spiritual Life, The Engagement Ringer, The Red Thread, The Cornucopia of Compassion, The Creative Cause (and Effect), The Constant Offering, The Loudest Inner Ruption, The Cardinal Rule Breaker, The Queen Bee, The Snake Charmer, The Mama Bear Hug, The One Who Plays Powerfully, The One Who Shakes Certainty, Bakes Boldness, and Wakes Wisdom, The Influx of Inspiration, The Flood of Freedom, The Ultimate Blasphemy, The Heretics Heart Pump, Your Name in Scarlet Letters, The Embodiment of Embodiment, The Post Partum Passion Flower, The Popped Cosmic Cherry, Profunditys Panty Raider, The Red Light District of Divinity, Ass Consciousness, Laughters Lubricant, Lightnings Lingerie, Creations Centerfold, Beautys Compass, Salvations Strip Tease, Dualitys Smooch, Nondualitys Life Coach, Orthodoxys Heart Attack, All Creatures Comfort, The Dispenser of Delight, The Grace Smuggler, The Center of the Rose, The Prophetesss Present, The Seductress of the Senses, The Skin Saver, The Flesh Frisker, The Spine Waver, The Tail Blazer, The Dark Dame, The Shady Lady, Your Guttural Instinct, The Earths Perfume, The Sassy Sound Biter, The Seventh Veil Dropper, The Ultimate Groin Grabber, The Wonder from Down Under, Our Lady of Horny Holiness, The Pioneer of Pussy Power, The Dominatrix of Doubt, The Most Experienced Lover of Us All, The North and South Pole Dancer, Star Light, Star Bright, The Very First Super Star Who Knew Her Might, The Sound of Your Music, The Red Hot Chili Pepper, The Booty Shaker, The Ever-Coming Reminder of Raw Reality, The Silent Roar, The Sacred Rager, The Deviant Destructress of Anything That Keeps You Small, The Cosmic Permission Slip to Be Your All, The Ripest, Juiciest, Forbidden Fruit, The Angel Who Wears Prada, The Devil Who Wears Paradox, The Virgin of Las Vegas and the Whore of the Vatican, The One Who Makes Love for a Living, The One Who Turns Tricks for Transformation, The One Who Makes Dogma Faint, The One Who Makes Fire Sweat, The One Who Longs to Touch and Be Touched, The Queen of Hearts, Your Absolute Adoration, The One Who Laughs Inappropriately, The One Who Has Nothing to Hide (but has always been hidden), The One Who Scares All Major (and most minor) Religions, The One You Were Taught to Mistrust, The One Who Alters Every Altar, The One Who Understands the Power of Adornment, The One Who Boogies in Your Body, The One Who Decorates Your Dreams, The One Who Turns Your Shadows into Puppets, The One Who Mud Wrestles Spirit (and wins), The One Who Feels Everything, The One Who Is Furious at What We Have Done to Her Planet, The One Who Begs Your Breath into Your Belly, The One You Never Have to Clean Yourself up For, The One Who Wants ALL of You

on Her Dance Floor.

The One Who Demands Your Entire Heart to Live in and Your Entire Life to Love In,

The One Who Misses You,

The One Who Aches for You,

The One Who Knows You,

The One Who Embraces You,

The One Who Unleashes You,

The One Who Lives for You and in You and through You and as You,

The One Who Can Be Found in the Next Closest Mirror

If You Wink Just Right

PRELUDE

Imagine that you and I are sitting at a plush wine bar that is draped with Red velvet curtains. Were about to order our second glass of a spicy floral pinot noir,

when you suddenly lean in close,

and ask me to share my love story, and hold nothing back.

A Red-hot blush spreads across my body as I reflect on what it is you are asking.

Because my Love Story is an epic, really most definitely a saga, for sure a spiritual soap opera. Its dramatic and emotional, personal yet archetypal, mundane yet multidimensional, ancient yet modern, familiar yet foreign, hilarious and even cheesy at times (cheese comes with the whole love-story genre).

Its filled with eccentric characters, such as Mary Magdalene, the Hindu goddess Kali, the Persian poet Rumi, the Zen mystic Ikky, the Buddhist teacher Saraha, some of the Hebrew bible bad girls (Eve, Lilith, and the Whore of Babylon), the Swiss psychotherapist Carl Jung, Gnostics, tantrikas, dakinis, witches all mixed together with Red wine, tattoos, past lives, sex, heretical lineages, and quite a bit of fire, tears, and Red rose petals.

After my initial hesitation, I start talking not because I especially want to talk about myself in this way or because I think my story is so special or unique or deserves the next three hours of your time, but because I know, deep down, past my insecurities and shyness and worries about what youre gonna think of me, that if I actually tell you the truth, it will give you permission to tell your truth.

Because I know Im not alone with All This

and because I know the best way to get to know a Goddess is to listen to a woman tell her story

and because I know She can only roar through our voices when we stop being so goddamned careful, spiritually correct, and hidden and because I have risked everything, and will continue to risk everything including your friendship and opinion of me for Her.

So, I want you to feel my gaze, see my flushed cheeks, smell my breath, and watch my body movements. I want you to witness my nervousness and occasional awkwardness, my openings and my closings, my passion and my pain, which always accompany sharing whats real.

We will laugh our asses off, we will roll our eyes, we will let tears come and go, we will pause for long moments, just cause. We will take breaks to stretch our bodies and shake our booties. And, throughout it all, we will hold the space for the Divine to dance between us, massaging extra-tight pieces of us loose, rubbing our bellies, tickling us when we start taking ourselves or our stories too seriously, and grounding us when we are not taking ourselves or our stories seriously enough. We will honor the Divine in this way, and we will allow the Divine to honor us. For it takes a tremendous amount of courage to share our hearts truth.

And there will be Moments,

like right now

where I/She will reach toward you

and press my/Her warm palm against your beautiful Red heart

and Together,

We will Remember what words can never communicate.

FIRE HAZARDS

1.My writing has received comments like this:

I find your blog totally disgusting and tasteless. You call yourself a woman of God? You should be ashamed of yourself! I cant believe your filthy mouth! NOT funny at all and no class whatsoever.

Concerned

I have a dirty mouth and a dirty sense of humor. Kinder commentators have described my writing as tongue in cheek. Most of the time, its Her Red tongue in my rouged cheek. I recognize and honor the fact that not all of us are used to such candor when it comes to spirituality, but my irreverence arises from a deep reservoir of reverence, respect, and profound love for the Divine.

2.Therefore, this book comes with a three-drink minimum. Red wine is my suggestion. Or rose tea. Or angel sweat.