Making God Sexy Again: Reclaiming Fire, Light, and Sacred Union

Isn’t it curious?

Satan is served up as the dark, dangerous, sexy stud –

leather jacketed, tempting, irresistible.

Meanwhile, God?

An old sky daddy, impotent in myth,

a distant patriarch reduced to rules, judgment, and a virgin conception story.

Seriously? His power, the magnitude of creation itself,

boiled down to a dusty pew and a set of laws?

I’m here to call bullshit.

The truth: God is fire,

God is storm, God is velvet and molten light,

God is the force that splits the sea and spins the stars.

God is raw, chaotic, tender, fierce,

the shadow and the light entwined,

more potent than Satan’s seductive half-light could ever dream.

Satan is a synthetic hit.

A dopamine flash.

The head of demons, yes,

but dwarfed by God’s eternal immensity.

And yet – somehow, some system, some church, some government –

decides the story must make the dark sexy and the light boring.

We are told to fear the fire,

to worship the cold, distant sky,

to kneel to a God made small.

No. I reject that.

God is everything:

the rage that protects, the pleasure that heals,

the spark that moves you to creation,

the molten core of all beauty, all life, all love.

You cannot bottle that force.

You cannot tame it into Sunday sermons or stained glass.

Here’s the scandalous truth:

Satan’s appeal is a lie of contrast.

He is glossy because God’s brilliance is muted by human fear,

by trauma, by dulling rituals meant to keep us small.

God is not impotent. God is all power.

And yes, that power is sexy.

It is ecstatic, consuming, alive.

It calls us to dance in our own shadows,

to taste our own light,

to feel the divinity in every heartbeat.

So I am here to make God sexy again.

Not distant. Not neutered. Not dull.

God in all glory: the dark and the light,

the hunger and the satisfaction,

the chaos and the calm.

God alive in you, in me,

burning brighter than any story told by those afraid of the flame.

Satan may tempt,

but God transforms.

Satan may excite,

but God creates.

And if you’ve forgotten,

if they’ve dulled your perception,

I am here to remind you:

God is fire.

God is ecstasy.

God is sex, in the sacredest sense.

And it’s time you felt it.

The Goddess rises beside Him now.

Beside. Undistorted.

She is the living flame,

the breath that gives His fire direction.

The divine masculine and feminine are not rivals —

they are rhythm and pulse,

breath and heartbeat,

spark and fuel.

Together they are creation itself —

the true holy union,

the code of Christ and Magdalene restored. And it’s within you.

This is not about worshipping power.

It’s about remembering we are it.

The true temple is within the body,

within the alignment of will and love,

truth and surrender,

heaven within flesh.

No more matches made in hell.

No more false fires to feed on.

This is the real blaze —

the one born from divine alignment.

The union within and without.

The return of balance.

The real high.

The one that does not fade.

Because this is creation time.

After four and more years in Hell

I am in labour with light.

Pour gas on me —

watch what God, the Goddess and the Shadow make when they unite.

The Crowned Serpent: balanced, anointed, shadow and light entwined. Safe, aligned, and shed of the old skin – the divine masculine awakened.

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