Remembering the Divine Union in Sacred Sexuality

 Sacred Sensuality: Remembering the Divine Union

In many cultures—mine included, growing up in Suriname—sexual education was reduced to biology: diagrams, condoms, and whispered curiosities. Boys and girls met in schoolrooms, not sanctuaries. We learned about sex, but not about intimacy. No one spoke of the soul. No one told us that the act of love could be sacred.

As a medical doctor and a woman, I now know: what we are missing is not information—but initiation.

Many men today long to explore feminine sensuality not to conquer it, but to reclaim something within themselves—a softness, a sacredness, a forgotten tenderness. They are afraid of hurting the feminine because deep down, they carry reverence. They are looking for direction, a map back to wholeness. And many women, too, have not truly met their feminine essence—only the outer expressions of desirability shaped by culture, media, or trauma.

We were not taught that sexuality is a portal.

For me, every partner I had became a mirror of transformation. Some were playful, some practiced, some simply present. But none yet embodied the sacred act of union: the moment where two souls meet in full light, with reverence, not need.

As a child, my first experience of love was barren—watching soccer with my father, or Sunday afternoon Bond movies. Love was about presence without affection. And so, a child hungry for depth grew into a woman seeking meaning through the body.

What I’ve learned is this:

The woman’s body is a sacred vessel.
A portal of birth.
A container for soul.
To be entered not with conquest, but with reverence.

There are so many misalignments in the modern expression of sex.
So much testosterone without tenderness.
Performance without presence.
Desire without direction.

Yet sacred sexuality is something entirely different.

It is two sovereign beings meeting in truth, in light, in equal power.
Not to take. Not to fix. Not to perform.
But to listen.

To feel the unspoken.
To follow the breath, the spark, the energy.
To allow the act of love to become a temple—where lower chakras are not ignored or repressed, but transformed.
Where healing rises through touch.
Where silence becomes the language of union.

This is not cold.
This is not frigid.
This is not Western intellectualism trapped in the body.

This is warmth.
This is truth.
This is the joy of soul meeting soul through the body.

To own yourself—your body, your mind, your soul—is the first return.
To then share yourself with the sacred other, not to fill a void but to offer fullness—that is the divine act.

Let us remember.
Let us return.
Let us bypass the hunger that seeks outside validation, and instead…
Reveal our sacred truth to ourselves.
First and foremost.

And from that place, we love.