Finding Divinity in What We’re Told is Unholy
An initiation into taboo divinity. Explores lust, blood, rage, death, and shame as currents of liberation — reclaiming what religion and culture exiled as unholy, and restoring the raw sacred in the forbidden.
What if everything you were told to fear was actually holy?
The most powerful currents of life have always been hidden under a veil of shame. Rage, lust, blood, dirt, grief, laughter, even death itself, each declared unworthy, each cast out as impure, each treated as something to hide. Yet behind every act of exile is the same truth: what we are told is unholy is often the very place divinity is waiting to be found.
The Sacred Profane tears through centuries of illusion to reveal the forbidden as sacred. This is not a polished self-help manual or another call to “love and light.” It is an unflinching descent into the currents you were warned against, the places where raw power, autonomy, and gnosis still live untouched. With myth as a guide and lived experience as proof, this book journeys into flesh, sex, blood, silence, rage, dirt, death, and laughter, showing how each so-called profane force is a doorway into sovereignty.
You will walk with archetypes who carried these currents before us: Lilith claiming autonomy, Dionysus teaching ecstasy, Kali drenched in blood and creation, Pan unashamed in lust, Inanna stripped bare in descent. You will see how institutions of purity and control demonized these forces not because they were evil, but because they made people free. And you will learn to reclaim them, not as sin or shame, but as sacraments of the body and psyche.
This book does not promise comfort. It will ask you to face what you have been trained to avoid, to taste what you were told was forbidden, to speak words once buried in silence. But through that undoing comes something far greater than safety: the power to live whole, fierce, and ungovernable.
The Sacred Profane is for those who sense that true holiness was never sterile, never pure, never locked behind white robes and spotless temples. It was always in the sweat, in the soil, in the scream, in the pulse, in the mess you were taught to deny.
If you are ready to reclaim the wild parts of yourself that were exiled, if you are ready to stop chasing purity and instead embody the paradox of being fully alive, then this book is your initiation. The sacred and the profane were never opposites. They were always two halves of the same truth.
