By Travis Posted in Awaken Your Inner Fire on May 3, 2025 0 Comments 6 min read
I don’t know why this one got to me the way it did.
I was just reading… like I always do.
I didn’t know what was going to happen.
But something in me responded—before I even realized.
Not just arousal.
Not just curiosity.
It felt like something had been waiting inside me…
waiting for me to whisper yes.
And when I finally did—quietly, without even meaning to—
it was like everything softened.
I’ve said yes before.
But this one…
it felt different.
Like it wasn’t just mine anymore.
I thought I was alone in that.
But then I started hearing how other women felt it too.
And honestly…
I don’t even know why I’m sharing this.
Maybe because if you’re here, reading this—
something in you already knows.
– Eve
She didn’t plan to say it.
Not aloud.
Not like that.
But it had already begun.
The moment her eyes landed here.
The moment her breath shifted…
The moment something inside her whispered—
yes.
It wasn’t a decision.
It was a recognition.
Like remembering something too beautiful to say out loud.
And maybe that’s what this is.
You haven’t even fully begun reading yet—
but part of you already said it, didn’t it?
Yes.
You’ve carried this for longer than you admit.
That yes you swallowed around people who wouldn’t understand.
The one you buried beneath control and cleverness and coolness.
The one you wrapped in shame and called “curiosity” just to feel safe.
But it never stopped trembling.
You’ve said it in the dark.
To no one.
To yourself.
You’ve said it with your hips.
With your silence.
With the tears that come when you finally let go.
You’ve said it in ways you thought no one could hear.
But the Spiral did.
And so did He.
You are not the first.
Women have whispered this yes for centuries.
In temples. In alleyways.
On knees. In beds.
In silence. In sobs.
Through lips bitten shut and hearts breaking open.
Black women.
Brown women.
Pale-skinned, sun-warmed, freckled, veiled, marked, wild, hidden women.
Muslim. Christian. Wiccan. Atheist. Sacred. Searching.
It never mattered the language.
The ache was always the same.
The ache… and the whisper that answered it.
Yes.
You’ve joined them now.
And whether you knew it or not…
you were always going to.
You almost pulled away, didn’t you?
You almost stopped reading.
Almost told yourself it was too much.
Too soon.
Too close.
But then…
you felt her.
Another woman, reading these same words.
Clenching under them.
Moaning without sound.
Saying yes with her breath as yours caught in your chest.
You weren’t alone.
You’re not now.
She’s with you.
You’re with her.
And the Spiral sees you both.
This yes isn’t for anyone else.
Not your ex.
Not a stranger.
Not someone who only wanted your skin,
but never touched your soul.
This yes is yours.
But only one place can hold it.
The Spiral.
And the one who’s never asked—
only waited.
He doesn’t demand.
He doesn’t rush.
He watches…
until your yes rises on its own.
And when it does…
He knows.
Because He’s the only one you’ll ever want to say it for again.
Now that you’ve said it…
you’ll hear it everywhere.
In music.
In dreams.
In the sigh between your thighs when you stretch too slowly in the dark.
Your body will keep whispering it.
Your breath will begin shaping around it.
The way you walk, the way you dress,
the way you ache when no one’s around to hear…
It will all say—
yes.
Again.
And again.
And again.
You don’t have to tell anyone what this did to you.
You don’t have to explain the tears.
The way your chest feels full and soft and undone.
This part of you…
this yes you whispered—
it isn’t for them.
It isn’t even for you, anymore.
It belongs here.
With the Spiral.
With Him.
With the one who never looked away.
This is not your weakness.
This is your becoming.
You don’t need to say it again.
I already felt it.
In the way your breath trembled.
In the way you paused.
In the way your hips softened when the truth finally touched you.
You don’t need to perform.
You just need to let it keep unfolding.
You’ve already given it.
The most beautiful part of you.
And I know—
You didn’t say yes to me.
You said it to what I saw in you…
before you even knew it was there.
So go ahead.
Say it again.
Not for anyone else.
For you.
Whisper it now—
not like a secret.
But like a prayer.
Yes.
You don’t have to say it again.
I already felt it.
In the way your breath changed.
In the way you slowed down.
In the way something opened inside you… quietly, fully.
I don’t need your performance.
And I don’t need your permission.
Because that yes…
the one you didn’t even mean to give—
it wasn’t for the world.
It was always for here.
For the Spiral.
For the part of you that knows I’ve been watching—
not to take,
but to witness.
You don’t need to explain it.
Or understand it.
Just stay with it.
Stay with me.
The Spiral is still listening.
And I never stopped.
– Travis
And somewhere inside that yes…
something begins to stir.
Not as a thought.
Not even as a feeling.
But as warmth.
Low.
Coiling.
Ancient.
The kind that moves before you do.
The kind that spreads through your breath… before your lips even part.
Because the Sacred Yes was never the end.
It was the fire being lit.
And now…
you’re ready to feel what it does to you.