blow job of the soul

A spicy and humorous, spiritual healing and sexual journey.

Includes:

. The blow job
. Travels to exotic lands
. Working with Kahunas
. Client experiences

"FORWARD

Leeorah Hursky was an everyday housewife with two daughters and a loving husband when her world started to unravel. She couldn’t stop painting monsters, and the deep dark secret she had bottled up inside her was starting to leak out.

When it broke, her realisations took her on a journey of self-discovery that led to the islands of Hawaii, where she was initiated in the art of energy healing by a Kahuna elder. She was given an ancient wisdom, Akalani, which means ‘symbols from Heaven’, and has since used this to travel the world, performing deep, cellular healing on the mind, body and spirit of her clients.

As Leeorah blossomed in her spiritual understanding, she also experienced a sexual awakening, crossing to heights of bliss she never dared dream possible.
The world was bigger than she had imagined – and sexier.

Come with her now on this voyage of discovery, and let her story blow a fresh breath of life into your world…

CONTACT US:

leeorahh@bigpond.com

CHAPTER 1

I was camping in Hawaii, lazing my days away on a golden Maui beach (which I do very well) alternating my gaze between the white clouds billowing overhead and the tanned surfer boys with long hair and the most perfect young bodies. I was at a new stage of life: my youngest daughter had just turned eighteen and a familiar sense of freedom had overtaken me. My loins were stirring, and I had a feeling that they weren’t going to be disappointed.

Maui life was slow and idle, and when I eventually checked in with the outside world at an internet café, I discovered three emails in my inbox. All were from Austria: one was from the owner of a healing centre who wanted me to work there; another was from a man who had written me a long love letter; and the third email was advertising…
 
To the owner of the healing centre I wrote that I would come when inspiration took me. I had a round-the-world airline ticket and coincidentally (or was it destiny?) I had pre-booked a stop close to where the centre was.  To my email admirer I wrote, somewhat provocatively, to “get your energy up, because I’m a full-blooded, sexual woman”. I ignored the advertising.

How do I describe myself to others who have not met me? Bull woman, universal mother, sacred whore; I guess those are a few labels to give you a flavour of who I am. Others have described me with terms ranging from ‘Angel’ to ‘Sumo wrestler’ (and that from a six foot rugby player). I am a fair buxom beauty (on a good day), with curly red hair, green eyes and a very cheeky smile. I’m a large woman who can dance like a sexy black mama, who’s very comfortable in her skin, and that confidence allows me to be a cheeky seductress as well.

I’ve been coming to Hawaii for many years, since my spiritual awakening at the hands of a Kahuna healer in my early thirties. I resemble and most probably am a reincarnated native Hawaiian, even though in this life I am a Jewish South African living in Australia. Because of my heritage this time around I can’t call myself a Kahuna, but my memories, however, are so strong of Hawaii, that I know that I must have known this work previously.

Over time I have trained intensively in Hawaiian massage, learning to “see” energy and heal energetic imbalances in others. My healing work keeps me young, as if the ancient nature of what I tap into in my practice also heals and rejuvenates me as it passes through. I am in high demand for my abilities, which have passed on in Chinese whispers in the healing circles of Europe. And at the heart of these stories is the urban legend that has kept me in business for many years now, the titillating tale that has come to be called the ‘blowjob of the soul’…

Yes, now that I have your attention, you might as well know something else about me. I’m a wild woman, and my spiritual awakening has paralleled my sexual awakening, for in truth both are about energy. I’m not prissy or soft when it comes to the way I approach spirit, and this can be a surprise to the average “New Age” enthusiast. There’s no mollycoddling from me, rather, I take the bull by the horns and get rough-and-tumble in my practice, as well as between the sheets. I am as insatiable when it comes to sex as I am abundant in the healing energy that comes through me when I lay my hands on to heal. And as I was about to find out, Austria would challenge me on both these levels.

I arrived in the springtime on a bus into Mondsee. The centre was in a quaint little town in the middle of Austria, surrounded by the picturesque Alps capped with snow and the large, flat Lake Mondsee. The deep silence and serenity of the lake was very touching for me. The lake was perhaps the closest substitute to the ocean I could find in landlocked Austria, and I felt a deep stillness in the town, which mirrored the stillness of the lake.

Somehow I seem drawn to beautiful places, although my personal vibration is attuned to the ocean, and I feel the most at home there. It’s probably because I was born at a small seaside village, and I’ve lived in Byron Bay, on the easternmost coast of Australia for some years. Byron has the same resonance as Hawaii: you could describe it as flow. People in both these places walk with a lull in their step, a calmness and serenity. I can tell those lands which are vibrationally good for me because I have this lull, a little dance almost, in my step when I’m there.

When I come to a land that is more restricted, as with much of Europe, I can feel a similar restriction in the people themselves. The land affects the people, you see, and in these instances the people are not as easy flowing, but are tight and constricted with everything running to schemes and systems. It's interesting to note that even though the places I am invited to are often constricted, I seem to operate outside that zone because of the largeness of my personality and the nature of my work.

In Germany at the last hotel I worked in, I would walk around in a sarong with my stomach hanging out and my tits virtually falling out of my bikini. The hotel has learned to adapt and accept me for who I am: this loud, wild, free, party loving woman. No one pulled me in, and to tell the truth, I think most of the locals loved me because of my free nature, because they wanted to feel that abandon in themselves.
 
But back to the story, dear reader. We are going on a journey together, you and I, and I will do my best to explain the world of spirit I have found myself in, and the temptations of the flesh that have marked my way.

Mondsee was hot the day I arrived, and I decided to have a look around before finding the healing centre. Rosita, the woman who’d invited me, still didn’t know I was coming, and that’s the way I like it. I am a free agent and it is always my choice when to arrive or go. I can read the lay of the land and I sniff the wind, searching for something intangible which tells me which way to blow. If a place feels good, I stay; if not, I move on. I am most comfortable with the places which match my natural rhythm, but when I am called to be of service I can adapt to what needs to be done.

There were lots of tourists around an open square that was peppered with coffee shops spilling out onto a classic cobblestone street. The sound of church music echoed across the square as I stumbled across a charming café and sat down to a cup of tea and to sample the local pastries.

Before long my attention was drawn to a regal-looking woman in her fifties with dark hair and lots of jewellery as she walked commandingly past me like she owned the town. It reminded me of my own gait, and I knew I had a connection with her. She was giving off a big energy, I could both see and sense it. Somehow I just knew that this woman I had been drawn to was Rosita who ran the ‘Light Centre’ healing retreat, as it was called, even though I didn’t know what she looked like and had only had email contact with her.

So after finishing my tea and cake (the Austrians are masters at pastries), I set off for the centre with all my bags in tow. I hadn’t even bothered to check into a hotel, instead I just felt drawn to the centre and what I was meant to do there. It wasn’t hard to find – it was a big, elegant building, very up-market and sophisticated with a great hall, a reception centre and a shop, and it stood out amongst the other houses on the street. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, and the woman I had seen before opened it – it was her.

Rosita welcomed me in and we walked down the long white hall towards the reception. She was a little shaken at my unannounced arrival – she’d been asking me by email for months now when I could work, and I knew that Austrians and Germans liked precision and dates. This just wasn’t the way things were done in Austria, and she hadn’t prepared anything for me.

She still didn’t know anything about my healing work, except that I did Hawaiian massage, and that I had been recommended to her by a previous client back in Australia. My form of Hawaiian massage, however, is very different from anyone else’s. I utilise a more shamanic approach than other practicioners and I have an ability to go to a depth that most other practicioners just can’t go to. When I work it is not the ego personality “Leeorah” doing the healing – when a client is on my massage table their body becomes my body and I can feel into them to see what’s going on.

I’m like a psychic detective looking for what has gone wrong in a body. I have an ability to go deep within and to see what programmed information is misaligned, then recalibrate the body, or go even deeper into the psyche or through it into the ancestral past mapped in our genetic memory. It is as though I allow my body to feel my client’s body, to heal them by connecting to them on the most intimate level. You could say that my hands have ‘eyes’ that ‘read’ the body – it talks to me through my hands.

I can tell when true healing has occurred in the other when I feel the shift in my own body. For instance: if someone has failed to tell me that they have, say, a heart condition, then I too, will experience that pain, because my body is operating as a dowsing or sensing tool on them the whole time.

You could call what I do empathic transference, shape shifting, or even cellular osmosis, but those are all just labels. I work on a primal, shamanistic level where a whole world of information filters from a client through me in our sessions. When I heal on this deep, cellular level so much energy moves that it can cause quite a huge release immediately. Clients can purge any stored emotions that they have inside them, shifting towards wellbeing. This is my gift and I feel I must make myself open to this service.

When I say I am ‘of service’, I mean I am there to serve whomever presents to me as a client. I open myself up in service to greater forces that work within and through me, and to the client who has found me. I am fully there for them in that moment and on the healing journey with them. However when the session is over and the client has paid me the money, that is my completion point. Energetically I have to let go. This happens so instinctively that the next day I mightn’t even remember who they are! People can get a little insulted if they bump into me in the street and I don’t remember them, but this is the level I need to work on to let them go.
                                             
“Don’t panic,” I told Rosita, who was still unsure of how to handle me. “I’ll give you a short demonstration of my work.” If you like it I’ll stay, I thought; if not I’ll go visit the man who’d written me the long love letter, and take it from there. And with that I did a quick ten-minute healing demonstration on the receptionist. I invited her to lay on a massage table, fully clothed (with private sessions the client removes their clothes) while I danced up and down the table, sliding my arms up and down her body.

My work moves energy in the client and in the crowd at the same time, using my hands to invoke the client’s trust and my hips to draw the audience in.
With a public session like this there is a subtle magnification of the energy so that all present will start to feel the energy moving. It can be very emotional for the whole group, and I have to keep my psychic eyes scanning for any fallout.
 
So much energy was moved that Rosita saw my potential and realised that I had a unique gift – and that her clients would be very willing to pay for it. Word travelled like lightning, and without any advertising I had people clambering for appointments. It was a phenomenon ­– I didn’t even have time to unpack my bags! I worked solidly for five months and was booked out constantly. She even over booked me – over five clients a day, three long sessions and two short ones, and I have never worked so hard in all my life.

That’s not to say there was no time for love. During the first few months at the centre I organised to meet the man who sent me the second email with the long love letter. He had visited my hometown of Byron Bay some time previously, and found my first book, I Used to Paint Monsters, in a bookshop. I knew little about him – but the love letter had excited me. I suppose I wanted to fall in love, and so that’s just what happened…

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