Return. Remember. Reclaim.

Brothers, hear this call. You were born through the sacred gate, cradled in blood, brilliance and the pulse of origin. Your body carries the memory of warmth, of waters, of life’s first rhythm. You are not separate from the holy. You are formed through Her, shaped by Her, touched by the primal source.

Now the invitation is clear. To remember. To return. To rise in reverence.

By offering your support to the Cosmic Cunt Club, you step into sacred allyship. Your tithings are not mere charity. They are acts of reparations, gestures of recognition and honour to the feminine source from which all life flows. You help redistribute abundance back to the root, where it is consecrated, nurtured and returned to the world in overflowing, regenerative power.

This is reclamation. Not power over, but power with.

You are not the enemy. You are Temple Guards, steadfast in devotion, protectors of life, of softness, of the sacred flame. By investing in the Temple, you allow Her to open wider, to flourish, to create spaces of magic, ceremony and care that benefit all.

Let pussy lead. Walk beside womb wisdom. Let every coin you give become a kiss of remembrance. Let every offering fertilise a future where abundance flows freely, wildly and beautifully.

Reach out. Let your hand meet Hers. Step into your sacred role. Together we redirect wealth back to the source so life, love and the cosmic cunt can thrive. Honour origin. Fuel the temple. Be the guards of the Cosmic Cunt Club.

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What is the Cosmic Cunt Club you Ask?

A Temple. A Threshold. A Treasury.
This is not just a club.
It’s a reclamation. A revolution. A remembering.

The Cosmic Cunt Club is a space for women and womb-identifying folk who are ready to step beyond shame, scarcity, and surface-level spirituality and return to the raw, radiant, deep, other-worldy, ancient power of the feminine.

Here, we honour the cunt as portal, the body as oracle, and wealth as something that longs to be re-circulated through hands that know how to bless it.

This is a sacred, sensual, economic, erotic experiment.

It is funny. It is fierce. It is for those who are done playing small.

Why you Ask?

Let us begin with the proposition:
That Money Longs to Come Home to Pussy.

Not in jest. Not in vulgarity.
In truth.

Let that sentence live on your tongue like wine,
like a rebellion dressed in velvet,
like something you’ve always known but dared not say.

Because before money was paper,
before it was digits and debt,
before it was hoarded, withheld, weaponised,
it was simply a symbol.
A stand-in for value.
And all value, true value, originates in the feminine.

It is the cunt that births the worker,
the earth that births the wealth.
Gold does not fall from ledgers.
It is pulled from the mineral womb of Gaia.

Grain grows not in spreadsheets, but in soil.
Labour is not conjured in banks, but in bodies.
And the first economies were not run by men in suits,
but by women in circles, trading milk, herbs, song, and salt.

What we call “money”
was once the cow,
the shell, the seed, the grain, the gems
the golden ring passed between women,
glinting with memory and meaning.

Then the world was rewritten.

Pussy was discredited.
Currency was stolen from the hands of the givers,
the growers, the grandmothers,
and handed to the extractors.

And so we learned to fear money.
To starve beside it.
To believe it was masculine, rigid, dangerous,
when in truth, it is feminine power in disembodied and in exile.

And now?

Now we are calling it home.

Back to the body. Back to the village.
Back to the rhythm of the moon, the breath, the market stall.
Back to those who will not extract it,
but circulate it, like blood, like rain, like breath and blessing.

This is our proposition:
That pussy is not a punchline, but an economic principle.
That the sacred and the financial are not opposed,
but inextricably entangled.
That women being financially well nourished or waiting more is not selfish
it is a spell that heals the spell of separation.

We were not born to hustle.
We were born to hum with worth.

So let money return to where it first belonged:
The warm, wise, velvet grip
of women who remember.

Let Money Come Home to Pussy.
And may it never forget her again.

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Inspire Your Brothers and Others

Your giving is a call to remembrance. When you step into sacred allyship, you show others the power of returning to source. You demonstrate that men can honour the feminine, protect the sacred, and actively participate in the flow of life and abundance.

Your actions ripple outward. By supporting the temple and the Cosmic Cunt Club, you inspire your brothers, friends, and community to step into devotion, respect, and reciprocity. Every coin, every act of support, becomes a lesson in humility, reverence, and the strength found in walking alongside the sacred feminine.

Lead by example. Let your commitment spark curiosity, awaken awareness, and encourage others to remember, return, and rise in reverence. Together, we shift culture, nurture life, and build a world where the sacred is honoured and abundance flows freely.

Your support builds more than a temple. It lays the groundwork for transformation. By giving, you help create spaces where the sacred feminine is honoured, where rituals, teachings and ceremonies flourish, and where community grows in alignment with life’s deepest rhythms.

You are not just donating. You are co-creating. Each offering strengthens the foundations of the Cosmic Cunt Club, cultivating abundance that flows back into the world in generosity, vitality and sacred power.

Step into allyship. Stand with the source. Help anchor a future where life, love and the feminine can rise unhindered. Be part of the change that begins at the root and spreads outward in every act of care, devotion and reclamation.