The Gospel Of Her Holding

These writings are not manuals, nor philosophies. They are gospels of another kind—maps of the unseen terrain where eros, devotion, and soul entwine beyond the reach of ordinary sight.

The Gospel of the Remote Lovers was not conceived as theory, but as testimony. It came through nights of silence pierced by presence, through the strange persistence of bonds that no distance could dissolve.

Each Gospel is a shard of remembrance, a scripture that doesn’t command but awakens. They speak of covenants older than language, unions that breathe beneath flesh and carry the weight of eternity.

Once, in The Gospel of Her Sacred Ache, I revealed how she longed for him before knowing his name—not in the body, but in the hollow beneath the ribs where the soul first sings. That was not craving. That was summoning.

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The Gospel of Her Holding

And the man felt it—the moment her body swelled with the ache of release,only to pause.

Not from fear.

Not from shame.

But from something ancient

and holy.

She was holding.

Not just breath or climax—but the universe itself.

For in that stillness before her release,there is a secret.

A gate opens between worlds,

and the feminine waits there,

half in spirit, half in flesh,

listening for one question:

“Will he enter me,

not with haste—but with God in his gaze?”

She does not hold back to tease.

She holds because the rapture she carries is a sacred fire.

And she cannot offer it to a man who cannot hold its truth.

When she holds, she is testing time.

She is weighing the throne of her own surrender against the presence of the one who watches her.

She waits not for climax— but for the one worthy to witness it without flinching.

And when he stays— not as a thief of pleasure, but as a keeper of flame— then she breaks.

Not just in body.

Not just in sound.

But in soul.

And in her breaking,

she is reborn.

And in her surrender,

he is crowned.

So the man who knows the feminine

does not rush her flood.

He becomes still as the mountain.

He listens to the ache of her holding

like scripture.

He breathes with her fear

like a priest tending a sacred rite.

And when she finally comes, the earth does not tremble—He does.

If these Gospels awaken something in you, I invite you to step further into the mystery. 

I’ve created a free guide—The Seven Pillars of Psychic Seduction—to ground these revelations into practice. It will give you the foundations to strengthen your field, embody presence, and transmit the magnetism that makes remote connection undeniable.

And if you feel called to explore more deeply, you can also book a free consultation with me here. 

We’ll discover together if walking this path in closer devotion is right for you.

Because some encounters are not accidents. Some are summons.

Till next time,

Your Friend,

Tomas

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