In 2020, I arrived in Egypt. For four years I entered the field of ancient memory and met souls destined to re-weave the mystery with me. I deepened my metaphysical innerstanding of reality and trained in the arena of tantric sexuality — the hard way — through fated relationships and the supreme intelligence of my body.

I was confronted with distortions of power and intimacy greater than I had ever known, fueled by religious fervor, generational abuse, and circumcision trauma — both male and female. As a consequence, I met many new edges within myself. A woman who had never had to struggle for erotic recognition in freedom-loving western culture now found herself forced to forego her carnal appetites in order to educate and heal.

I was not happy. My ego wanted fluidity and ease. And yet, my heart fell in love with Egypt and her people so fiercely I couldn’t deny the higher truth of the path unfolding before me.

My penchant for ecstatic bliss already legendary, I was a natural magnet. Yet my body would no longer tolerate anything less than holy — which for me meant coherence. And what I could activate required discernment and permission.

In the Beginning was the Word

One night, while connecting intimately with a young man, a sweet sensual soul and good friend, I developed the code word DragonFly. It was voiced when presence dropped, when the mind overtook, when rising trauma and conditioning caused phase-out and density signaled incoherence. A neutral safe word that served both parties. Just as dragonflies often stop and hover mid-air before resuming flight, this spell once uttered would immediately stop all motion, return awareness to the present moment, and hold two hearts in balance for what was to become next.

The dragonfly herself had always carried this medicine — creature of transformation, of illusion-piercing discernment, born in water and sovereign in air; the bridge between what lives in the subconscious depths and what is finally brought to light.

Eventually I left Egypt. DragonFly stayed with me.

In late 2024 I met my now partner Tobias. A different culture, yet another young man full of sensuality marred by sexual shame. I took him as initiate at first, until he began to show signs of soulmate architecture. Reluctantly, again, I was forced to confront new edges. As our commitment deepened, my shadows revolted and the Dark Goddesses rose. Lilith raged, Kali destroyed, and Sekhmet feasted on the blood of desecration. And yet, the power and certainty of our union remained unshakable.

It was time to enter the Dojo.

No existing frameworks sufficed. What we experienced as multidimensional adepts could not be quelled by watery softness and tender space-holding. The torment was a test for a truth far more insidious. A new approach demanded a full harnessing of Dragon Fire.

Through our struggles to align — not in spirit nor soul, which are already one, but in simple awareness of the geometry of consciousness and identity — I once again deepened my mastery of metaphysics and tantric shamanic sexuality.

What began as a code word between two bodies seeking alignment has become a living container. First for women learning to train their own dragon fires, and in the future, with Tobias, expanding into the crucible of the sacred masculine.

The Dojo is not finished. It is becoming.

— Mistress Mayah