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Rapture. How long has it been?

Rapture.
That place, that space, that time.
When everything feels, and is, euphoric.
So good, so right.
You know your place and space in the world.
And you want it to last forever.
Because every second is better than the last.

Rapture is that sense that not only is everything alright—it is better than alright.  It is fucking ecstatic.
In fact, when we experience rapture, we understand what it means to be truly alive, truly living, connected to all things, feeling both on-the-floor grateful for the gift of life, and on a rocket to the moon with euphoria and exultation.

When was the last time you felt that way?
Do you feel that that place called Rapture is at your fingertips, at your disposal whenever you wish?
Or is it elusive?  Just outside your grasp?  Impossible to find when you need it most?
Once you had it, now it’s gone. How do you get there from here?

Rapture is something little kids feel all the time.
Every day.
Every moment of every day.
Isn’t that what is so captivating about a baby?
They are saturated in the exquisite rapture of being alive, experiencing fingers, toes, sights, sounds, gummy first smiles.
We touch our own rapture when we encounter a baby.

Does it ever seem to you that rapture cranks down as we grow up?
Why is that?
There isn’t time.
It isn’t appropriate.
It doesn’t belong here.

And where are we taught that rapture does belong?
Where are we supposed to feel it?
Dancing at a rock concert?
When we are high on drugs and alcohol?
In the arms of our most deeply longed for Prince or Princess?
Watching a sunset?

Then again, how many times have you had one of those experiences and NOT felt rapture?
Because you were too busy, or too stressed, or too exhausted?

And what happens to a woman’s life force when rapture vanishes?
What happens to her joy?
Her enthusiasm?
Her sense of self?

Well, I have to let you in on Rapture’s little secret.
She has nothing to do with the Prince.
Or the Princess.
Rapture is YOUR birthright.
The gift YOU bring yourself.
A product of being born a woman, with the gift of 8,000 nerve endings dedicated to pleasure.
Rapture is the food that fuels a woman’s soul.
Rapture actually means more to a woman than food, than clothes, than shelter.
It is a place where her true essence comes into full flower, and the sense of connection and meaning returns to her everyday life.

Most of us have had the experience of being enraptured by something or someone.  Who hasn’t been enraptured by a painting?  Or a performance?  Or a crush?  What women fail to realize is that we are the generators of rapture.  Rapture exists because we cast our spell.  Because we decide.  We are the possessors of the pixie dust.  It glitters because we say so.  And women have no idea that we hold all the cards.  So we go chasing rapture—in someone else’s eyes or in someone else’s image, or in someone else’s opinion—because we have not embodied what is rightfully ours.
If I don’t take ownership of my rapture, someone else will.  And they will sell it back to me at twice the price.

Every woman deserves to know the address, the location, and the directions to her own sense of rapture.  When you know rapture can be yours, no matter where you are, no matter what is going on, no matter what you are doing, no matter who is—or who isn’t—in your life, then you are free.  Flying at an altitude that serves your soul and fuels your desires.
That is why we have dedicated this year’s Worldwide Sister Goddess Weekend to “A Place Called Rapture.”  I want to give you tools to access yours, anytime you require it.  Here’s what you’ll get at the weekend, November 9th-11th:

  • Pipeline direct access to your life force—anytime, anyplace, anywhere
  • Learn how pleasure and the Womanly Arts create a foundation for a rapturous life
  • A guided tour of the place called Rapture inside of you
  • Risk-taking target practice
  • The technology to isolate and extract the advantage out of every disadvantage

…and some special surprises. For more details or to enroll online, click here.

What does Rapture want for you? How could rapture change your life right now? Would Rapture permit you to stay at the job or relationship you’re in? Tell me in the comments below.
And if you wanna let your girlfriends in on rapture’s little secret, please share this post.

With so much love and pleasure,
Mama Gena

P.S. Join me on Tuesday, Oct. 9th, 8-9PM for a free, one-hour introductory call to A Place Called Rapture. I’m going to take you on a live, guided tour of the place called Rapture inside you, and you’ll get to ask me all your burning questions about what’s in store for this year’s Worldwide Sister Goddess Weekend. Just wait ’til you hear what’s on the agenda… Register here.

This event already happened. Check out The Immersion: Miami.

Worldwide Sister Goddess Weekend FAQs:

When? Where?
Start time: Friday, November 9th, 2012 at 7:30 pm
End time: Sunday, November 11th, 2012 at 1:00 pm
All of the class sessions will be held at the Miami Beach Convention Center.

I’ve never taken any of your classes; can I still come?
Yes! As I state in my book, every woman is a Sister Goddess; therefore, if you’re a woman over 18 years of age, this party is for you!

How much does the Weekend cost?
The cost for all three sessions is $399.

How do I enroll?
Call us at (212) 787-2411 x1 or click here to enroll online.

Can men come?
Yes! While the general class sessions are for my Goddesses only, your men are welcome to hang out at the beach after sessions and attend our parties, including the famous Pink Party!

Can I come by myself?
Absolutely! Come and make new friends.

Can I bring friends?
ABSOLUTELY! One of the things I love most about the School of Womanly Arts is the ridiculously strong friendships that are created, AND I would be absolutely delighted for you to bring your friends, your sisters, and/or your mama. It’s going to be an absolutely rockin’ experience to have new Sister Goddesses mixing with Mastery grads mixing with Mastery speakers. It’s come one, come all, and I’m relying on each of you to gather the troops so we can turn Miami into Pleasure Central.

Which airport should I fly into?
You can fly into Miami International or Ft. Lauderdale. Miami International is closer.

Hotels—Where should I stay?
To assist in your travel planning, here are a few recommendations:

The Standard Hotel
www.standardhotel.com
(305) 673-1711
Special Rate: $259/night + taxes and fees
Book by telephone by Oct. 7 and say you are with the “Mama Gena” group to receive the discount.

The Catalina Hotel
www.southbeachgroup.com
(305) 535-8284
Special Rate: $185/night + taxes and fees, 2 night minimum stay required
Please click on the link https://www.southbeachgroup.com/groupevent/index13.html for special pricing. Reserve by Oct. 15th to take advantage of this discount.

The Riviera Hotel
www.southbeachgroup.com
(305) 535-8284
Special Rate: $215-$265/night + taxes and fees, 2-night minimum stay required
Please click on the link https://www.southbeachgroup.com/groupevent/index27.html for special pricing. Reserve by Oct. 15th to take advantage of this discount.

Photo: lizlinder.com

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  • Michaela September 27, 2012, 9:47 pm

    Ah to call those big fish that need frying RIGHT @ the end (work & relationship).

    Working at creating something that fuels me around career, & KNOW I’m still fooling myself re the rapture piece w the relationship.

    THANK YOU!

    Know that rapture is present if the response is a resounding “Yes!”, & not if its a meek, sing songy, “I don’t know…”.

    Thanks for always being here to remind of what we deserve. xoxoxo

  • natalie September 27, 2012, 3:40 pm

    Hey Mama,

    My first post!

    I think I know what you are talking ’bout when you talk of 8,000 nerve endings dedicated to pleasure! It was Eve Ensler (vagina monologues author, and V-Day founder) who compares the female genitalia to mens: “8000 nerve fibers, twice as many as man and more than anything in human body. Who needs a handgun when you’ve got a semiautomatic??”

    Gotta love it!

    Natalie

  • Rosalind September 26, 2012, 10:13 pm

    Who would have known?
    I found rapture with the Earth, while Spring Cleaning with a Sister Goddess on the phone!!!

    I found myself tuning into the sensations of my body on the earth, and unexpectedly, was stroking the grass, with a strong, satisfying gesture. Wow, this feels good. And no one is telling me it is too hard or too soft, it was purrrrrrr-fect. Yum!
    And, the presence and container of the Sister Goddess on the line, led to my recognizing and naming these rapturous moments.

    I look forward to a whole body encounter with the Earth!! On a roll . . .

    Thank you Ragina, for the brilliance and form of a forum to share, rapturously.

    Rosalind

  • Laura September 26, 2012, 9:47 pm

    Anyone going to this weekend from the Amesbury, Massachusetts area that I could connect with and travel with?

  • Vulvanica September 26, 2012, 8:35 pm

    Yeah yeeeah, Ma’. Lip-smackingly delicious post topic.
    I AM the Rapture!
    My experience of what blisses me out.
    I love to dance my rapture.
    Off I go to that.
    Thanks to you!
    With Love,
    Vulv

  • tasha September 26, 2012, 3:18 pm

    It strikes me, that I haven’t been in the land of rapture for so many years…..
    All power was willingly and dutifully passed to my man…
    And even the expectations of rapture depended on him always, every day, for years…
    The rapture was in my chocked throat, without any expression, without any way out, it lost it’s way
    I can see just now- The rapture is in my blood, it is here, but it was confused and scared like a dog, being passed around & belong to somebody, who did at the end took too high price for it to find the way back on its own.
    How much more I have to say, Mama Gena – no words ever can express what is going through my head (body) at the moment
    Bliss!!!!!!!!!
    The Secret is so simple and so genial!!!!!!!!!!!!
    THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Shri September 26, 2012, 7:26 am

    aaah rapture I want it on tap 24/7 – is that too much of a good thing? Will I become desensitized??? Like Aussie Girl I’m also on the other side of the world. Would choose that 24 hour flight in an instant if there was cash to spend. And there aint cos I aint been in the land of rapture for waaaay too long. i wanna be in there with you MG and all the gorgeous SGs but, (sigh) I’m gonna have to wait til next year. What a joyful post – I loved every delicious word.

  • Aussie Girl September 25, 2012, 7:38 pm

    Not fair! I would LOVE to come to the rapture weekend but too far from Australia!
    I follow all posts and have your book and I’m am an Aussie Goddess loving you from this part of the world. Thank you for reminding me to not just live life but be to be in love with life!
    I would love some SG positive deck cards to shuffle and play and put around the house to keep reminding me to play and have fun ! Thanks mama. Mwaaahhh!

  • Deborah Smith September 25, 2012, 1:57 pm

    Favorite Frame: “If I don’t take ownership of my rapture, someone else will. And they will sell it back to me at twice the price.”

    I instantly think of all the products and advertising for same that are pedaled to us purporting to bring us rapture: if we just wear this or eat that, use this cosmetic, that perfume, coat, watch or jewelry.
    Where did the rapture go? For one it was all the subtle putdowns about yogis that were “blissed out” i.e. ones that were so in their rapture that they appeared unproductive, and so, useless to the rest of the world.It’s all those subtle and not so subtle attitudes and comments that to do anything but work hard and be serious are not only a waste of time, but a sign that you are both selfish and foolish.
    Thanks Mama Gena for the awesome post.

  • T. L. Cooper September 25, 2012, 1:37 pm

    “If I don’t take ownership of my rapture, someone else will. And they will sell it back to me at twice the price.”
    This statement leaped off the page at me. As soon as we allow anyone else to take ownership of any part of our power, they will use the power we handed them to “charge” us for inhabiting our own bodies. Whenever we make someone else responsible for any part of our lives, we hand them the ammunition to manipulate or control us. That cost is always too high. And, the only reason we allow this to happen is we don’t realize our own value until we give away ourselves…
    That is why we often find it so easy to lose ourselves and so difficult to step back into our power when we find ourselves again.

  • Tahera September 25, 2012, 12:03 pm

    I want to be caught up in the rapture of my life, I struggle to have that euphoria last always. My life would be a fireball of excitement with music, travel and all the great stuff made on earth. I can feel it burning deep in my soul and my bones and I wanna blow up!!!!!!!!

    • mama gena September 25, 2012, 10:38 pm

      i want you to live the burn, tahera!

  • Suzi Banks Baum September 25, 2012, 11:13 am

    Oh I love this post. I am getting to know the geography of Rapture in my life…and she is present more than I realized…thought I had to be dressed in a certain way to explore her. As I get more familiar with this Place Called Rapture…she invites more and more time with me and I get to share the glow of aliveness she imbues in all of my activities. This spreads a level of joy and attraction I have only come to know since living the life of a Sister Goddess. And, let me tell you, gratitude is one of the keys to this Place Called Rapture.
    I am so grateful for this morning’s post to remind me of Rapture being my birthright.
    I am so grateful for all the ways Rapture douses me with joy in the most unexpected places.
    I am so grateful to be alive and well today, living in this brave new Place Called Rapture.

    So good.
    Thanks for putting Rapture on the Map of my Life Mama!
    Love,
    Suzi