This is your invitation.
To descend. Not to rise.
I stood at the pinnacle of my career—the leading expert in feminine empowerment. The liberator of hundreds of thousands of p*ssies.
And yet…I was parched. Dry. Hollow. Something in me knew—I was incomplete.
(Even the most powerful queen can be missing the most essential parts of herself.)
What was I missing?
The same thing so many “successful” women are missing today.
I was missing the deeper territories of my own darkness. The places I’d avoided. I was hungry for the taboo feminine—the rage, the grief, the mess of decomposition and raw, holy regeneration.
P*ssy wisdom isn’t just about basking in your radiance—although that’s delicious. It’s about owning your shadow.
I needed to awaken that primal, untamed, unapologetically destructive force that lives in the underworld of my own psyche.
And this is what so many powerful women miss.
We think power means control. Perfection. Holding it all together. We think it means never falling apart, never showing vulnerability, never admitting despair.
But real feminine power? It includes the glorious capacity to fall apart. To surrender. To decompose and regenerate. To be stripped bare—hung on the meat hook like the Sumerian goddess Inanna—and rise again, more magnificent than before.
When a woman is afraid to descend, afraid to show her mess, afraid to lose control—she’s still playing by the Patriarchal World Culture’s rules. She’s still the good girl. Even if she wears the crown of CEO or Queen.
What I love most about Inanna is that she chose her descent.
She wasn’t dragged down like Persephone.
She didn’t descend to chase a man like Psyche.
She went willingly—following her own desire to taste the fullness of her power.
Inanna descended to reclaim her p*ssy truth: That wild, raw, cyclical, death-and-rebirth essence the PWC taught us to fear. The untamable, unpredictable force that refuses domestication. The righteous fury. The deep, body-born wisdom that speaks through sensation, through feeling, through direct connection to Source.
The feminine knows: Destruction precedes creation. Mess is the process. Life emerges from the wild tangle of disorder.
True strength isn’t found in armoring up. It’s found in opening fully to the experience.
Power is the willingness to say yes to the many small deaths that make women the natural priestesses of transformation.
And that, my love, is the journey every woman must take to live her full magnificence.
Not just to wear the crown of outer success—but to descend into the underworld of her own depths…and emerge knowing this truth: She is both the glorious queen and the rotting corpse.
Both the light and the dark.
Both creation and destruction.
Fearlessly.
That’s not just power. That’s sovereignty.
That’s the radical, holy act of owning every part of yourself in a culture that only accepts pieces.
This is why most women never touch their own majesty—because we’ve been conditioned to fear the very descent that makes it possible.
It isn’t easy. And it cannot be done alone. But it is possible. And I’m here to show you how.
This fall, you, me, and a fierce circle of sisters will descend together. Through a raw, embodied practice called Swamping, we’ll give voice to the grief, the rage, and the unspoken truths that have been buried for too long—and call home the sacred parts of ourselves we were taught to abandon.
If you’re ready to dive into this deep work…
If you’re ready to be held as you fall apart and rise again…
Because you won’t want to miss what’s coming.
With wild love and infinite pleasure,
Regena