An Erotic Excavation Of The Primal, The Psyche, And The Soul Where Your Creative Work {And Words} Become A Visceral Evocation Of God… And An Embodied Reawakening Of The Primordial Magic That Howls From The Spaces Between {A Virtual Creative Residency with Nikka Karli}

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“Rituals are the language of the sacred.”

— Alex Stark

Let's not pretend that you don't already know what this is.

The howling, the calling, the remembrance, the threshold, the precipice...

All the places and moments and crevices where you've been straddling the line, but not holding it.

All the magical elixirs and creative projects and medicine making that are calling you into the next evolution of your everything, but you haven't fully said yes to them yet.

And why?

Why are you still partially existing in the never never land of your ALMOST life?

Because you're still trying to play both sides...

And pretending that there were ever "sides" to be played in the first place.

Wait, what? But of COURSE there are sides! But of COURSE you have to choose!

Right? Right???!!!

Well, if that's the shit you want to keep on smoking, then keep on keeping on.

But, if you are who I feel that you are... and who YOU most likely feel that you are...

Then aren't you tired yet?

Aren't you tired of tip toeing and pussyfooting around your own life?

Around your own art and expression and voice and power and BEINGNESS?

Aren't you

The manners in which you've confined yourself beneath the tepid bathwater of a lackluster AF, almost-made-it, almost-there, almost-incredible, almost-legendary artistic life?

Aren't you fucking over YOURSELF?

The ways that you've convinced yourself {oh so well, I might add} that you just don't have what it takes YET...

That the ease and flow and orgasmic waking BLISS of it all is coming... not yet... almost... just a little more efforting and adjusting and fixing and...

Fuck me, Batman.

Because the hardest thing to swallow here...

Aside from the abject DISAPPOINTMENT and self FLAGELLATION that you've been choking on for what seems like 13 lifetimes...

Is this:

You know it doesn't have to be this way.

You fucking KNOW IT.

Your blood COURSES with the TRUTH of this knowing.

And yet...

But yet...

Here you are.


Backstroking and mentally masturbating through the primordial muck of your soul.

Acting as if it's the ENEMY.

As if you are your OWN enemy.

As if the magic and medicine BORN to your soul was trying to force you into something that you {humaning you} doesn't ALSO want.

As if soul {we're talking about SOUL} had it out for you.

As if soul {yes, we're still talking about SOUL} wanted you to step into something that you don't ALSO know is FOR you...

That you can't ALSO handle...

That you aren't ALSO born for and OF.


This is the Forgetting.

This is the fuckery that threatens to drown us in the choked back tears of our hollowed out dreams and thread{barren} desires.

But you already know this.

This is not a surprise.

You are not {no matter what resistance is trying to get you to believe} being caught unawares here.

I know that you know that you KNOW this.

That your body and soul and pussy and bones are THRUMMING with the truth of what is coming through and inTO you here.

But, but, but? Howwwwww?

How can we possibly knowwwwww?

Because I am not new to this.

And, I suspect, neither are you.

Yes yes, sure, the conditioning and habitual encodings of the muggle DICKERY to which you have allowed yourself to subscribe and {almost but not reallllllly} actually BELIEVE about yourself would have you thinking and acting and creating as if you WERE, in fact, new.

New to being you.

New to translating the madness and the wilds that are howling through you.

New to unleashing and evoking the ancient feminine wisdom and goddess CONSCIOUSNESS that flows through the erotic ley lines of the very BLOOD of you.

I mean...

Cool, cool, cool.


Like we have mentioned thus far...

You are NOT new to this.

But in order to fully surrender and collapse and free fall into the pleasure and ecstasy and spaciousness that ALSO flows through every nuanced, exquisite, orgasmic nectar-dripping CELL of you...

You will need to choose.

To continue suffocating on the banality and tepidity of the Muggle Dick Matrix...

As you abdicate the throne of your own sovereignty and soul...

Or to, well...


Stop the abdication of your fucking THRONE.

Stop pretending that you DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

Stop believing, even on the tiniest and most hidden away level, that anyone else has your answers {or your power}.

But... what's the alternative, you ask?

Well, I'll tell ya.

It's this:




Of who the fuck you are...

Of why EXACTLY you are here, in this realm, at this "time"...

And, for the love of all that is hallowed and holy, of how you are being called to LIVE within {and as} it all.

{Phew chile.}

There's a quickening here.

In your blood...

In the collective...

In your creative and revolutionary longings...

But here's the thing about these moments of quickening:

What they ask of us is to slow down and go in.

Not speed up, go go go, destroy everything, tear our whole life down, get to the end, climaxxxxxxxxx, are we therrrrrrre yet?!!!

Because when it comes down to it...

The real quickenings? The soul shit?

They're asking us to deepen.


Before we "do"...

We are asked to "be".

Which is where ritual comes in.

{Awwwww yeahhhhhh...}

“The recognition of your true nature may happen in a second... to stabilize may take a little time.”

— Moojibaba

You've received the call.

Over and over again, most likely.

And if we're getting really real?

You've denied the call almost as many times as you've received it.

Maybe even more.

I mean... yeah, you knew the magic life was for you.

And yeah, you knew you would not, could not, ever be satisfied or turned on with merely existing in the Muggle Dick Matrix.

And sure sure, you knew, all along in fact, that you were an alchemical portal through which God, art, and soul were meant to speak and transmit and transmute the vibrational reality of our world.

And yet...

Here we are.

Here you are.

Not having fully said yes to the all-ness.

Not having fully surrendered to your everything.

But the call never truly goes away.

We only stop hearing it.

Or, even more aptly...

We forget that we were ever listening in the first place.

But then we have moments... like this one right here... when the veil parts once more.

And we find ourselves able to not only listen and hear, but to also translate the madness and howling in our blood and bones.

We find ourselves... we MEET ourselves... in the void once more.

It is in these such moments that we remember not only HOW to come home...

But that we never truly LEFT home in the first place.

And, perhaps even more soul-shaking...

That home never left US either.

And so here we find ourselves.

Back, once again, fully IN ourselves.

And, through this, fully AS ourselves.

Ah, the doubt.


Shall we give air to it?

Let it breathe?

Ok, so...

The voices and energies and sensations that arise...

Saying but wait, but remember when, but last time, but what if...

Well, they are here for a reason.

To derail you and send you tumbling back into seeming oblivion and the Forgetting?


{Although I know that of course it might SEEM that way.}

They show up, whispering not-so-sweet nothings in your ear, in the dark of night for one reason, and one reason alone:

To get you to pay attention.

To what?

Glad you asked.

To the sludgy dredges of past encoding, conditioning, beliefs, constructs, traumas...

You know.

All the things and the peoples and the enmeshments that are still living in your body, telling you that you are not, in fact, who you know that you are.

And that you should not, in fact, allow yourself to fully remember yourself.

And, of course of course, that you must not, in fact, unleash the madness and mayhem of soul into all that you touch and all that you are.

They show up so you can SEE them, feel them, breathe them, witness them...

And release them.

Release, dissolve, and reintegrate them back into the whole.

Which is where you meet yourself, raw and stripped of all armor and domestication.

The primordial essence and intrinsic medicine of all that you are laid bare.

Living soul wide open.

CHOOSING to live soul wide the fuck OPEN.

And it is in this seeing, that you are able to hold the Muggle Dickery at bay.

And you are able to hold the LINE on who the fuck you say {and know} that you are.

For now.

And for always.


Let's begin.

A little nitty gritty

Writing is a form of expression that requires us to wring out our very existence and knowing.

It commands of us, something that we have perhaps not yet been able or willing to give.

It begs of us... a relationship.



It knows that we cannot sit down to it with anything less than devotion.

To the writing itself?

To the muse?

Yeah, sure.

But even beyond that?

To who we know that we are.

With writing, there is no falseness.

We cannot pretend to be.

We cannot pretend not to be.

We simply are.

And, when interwoven with the cosmic power of ritual...

That which allows us, grants us access to the deepest recesses and subterranean refuge within our humaning and soul self...

It becomes the medicine that we have sniffed out and tracked for so long.

It becomes the portal for home.

“The magic comes not from an unfulfilled dream, or string-swelling theme song of a narrative, but from the miracle of life in proximity to itself.”

— Adrienne Maree Brown

We can shuffle through our lives as thrice damned strangers.

Lost and forgotten to even ourselves.

We can stumble and stutter and trip over our own magic.

Never seeing it through a clear lens.

Never allowing it to be made manifest through and as us.



We can fill ourselves out.

We can embody the ritual of Being... so fully, so deeply, so truly...

That we can do nothing other THAN become the living evocation of life itself.

Through our very breath and wisdom and expression.

This is where life meets itself.

This is where the primordial rubber hits the road of your everything.

And I?

I will meet you there.

Which, of course...

Is already here.

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About Your Guide

Provocateur Of The Primal & The Wilds

Medicine Walker | Erotic Muse | Soul Alchemist | Storyteller | Mystery Broker | Sex Mystic | Body Poet | Yoga Teacher | Abolitionist

I’ve spent the last two + decades using sports psychology, movement, breathwork, sexual energy medicine, storytelling, and creative expression to guide powerhouse athletes, artists, entrepreneurs, and executives into the reclamation of the Sovereign Wilds within their own bodies.

My work evokes and provokes the somatic decolonization of systemic racialized and sexualized trauma in the bodies of Melanated Kin/BIWOC creators {and white co-conspirators of the antiracism revolution at hand}.

And one thing I know today is this: We alone hold the keys to our freedom… and when we shake off the shackles around the immutable mystery we hold inside, we unlock our creativity and unleash our capacity for impact in the world.

I lead {re}wilding quests, ceremonies, and intensives {both online and in other potent “between spaces”} for Creators, Messengers, and Wisdom Keepers who have received the Call to further initiate their own innate power and expression.

You can find me living and creating at the crossroads of Erotic Abolitionism™ {my medicine and body of work}, archetypal storytelling, sensual body movement, liberatory praxis and practice, systemic racialized and sexualized trauma healing, multidimensional creation, decolonized energetics, and elemental remembrance.

I am a student of perennial creativity, indigenous wisdom, and the primal untaming of our own lives… and I am obsessed with how we can interweave our belonging, sexual energy, and art to activate the liberation and change we are here to midwife into the world.

The Primordial Magic Up In Here...

Session ⋕1: Shapeshifting Energetic Consciousness & Collapsing Time Through Your Art

➳ This is where your words and identity become cosmic portals through which you are able to traverse timelines and redefine your physical reality every moment you choose to step into the slipstream of your magic and Beingness.

Session ⋕2: The Quantum Crossroads Of Storytelling, Eros, & Soul

➳ Here we drop into sexual transmutation as a portal for the intrinsic evocation of the wilds riding your bones, begging to be unleashed into the world through your message, practice, and life.

Session ⋕3: Primordial Creativity & Edge Walking Through Multidimensional Reality

➳ When we allow ourselves to collapse fully into The Deep, beyond the external reactivity and trappings of the physical world... and our encodings about what that physical reality means about us, our capacity, and our art... we are free. And so here we excavate and remember how... to remember.

Some portals we will initiate in, as, and through:

☽ Body-Based Inquiry {dropping presence into the temple, reawakening to the sensate focus, wild crafting our answers from the jungle of our soul}

☽ Recalibration {coming back into profound nervous system regulation and secure states of Being}

☽ Excavation {tracking with the body and the breath, remembering ourselves as the void, bringing the unconscious into the conscious}

☽ Attunement {settling into the wavelength of the sacred and the soul, traveling in harmonious frequency with life itself}

☽ Sensitization {nuancing, subtle body distillation back into the Is-ness, the formlessness, the whole, the wilds}

☽ Tracking {scenting our prey, becoming the hunger rather than running from it, expanding capacity to "sit" within and with ourselves}

☽ Seeing as Soul {clearing the lens of perception, walking as equanimity through all waypoints of creation, destruction, and rebirth}

☽ Quantum Return {bringing back what you remember and receive in the quantum, into physical reality and form}


➾ You will remember yourself into the dusk and the dawn {and into the twilight and the spaces between}.

➾ You will own the primal and the wilds that howl your name in the night.

➾ You will become the intoxicating obsession of your soulmate peeps.

➾ You will honor.the.fucking.magic. born to your soul.

➾ You will no longer capitulate and genuflect at the whims of the humaning world.

➾ You will allow through, the sovereignty and erotica and ownership of your power and the ancient wilds riding your bones.

➾ You will draw your line in the motherfuckin' sand... and HOLD it.

{And dare anyone or anything that even THINKS about crossing it, to just. fucking. try. you.}

And, through it all... through the ritual space and initiation that we walk together...

You will come home.

You will understand, on an instinctual level, what soul is asking to be rebirthed through you...

And you will cultivate the capacity within your nervous system to actually stand FOR and AS the magical elixir of power that rides your bones.

Ah... and this is important.

We play in the feminine and the masculine.

We understand that we are not simply one, and also... that when one is out of resonance with the whole... the whole becomes diminished and depleted for it.

So we work and play and pleasure into and through and as the ancient portals of way-making...

Betwixt and between the energies.

Beneath and beyond the crossroads of identity, magic, and soul.

And so if you've been feeling the dissonance and disconnection...

Unsure of why you can't seem to fully touch down...

In your messaging, your art, your mission, your intimacy, your body, your LIFE...

This might just be the portal for you.

How we shall get down with the get down

☟ {AKA: The Deets} ☟

This is a creative residency, where we gather to initiate through writing and ritual, through magic and soul.

So if you are feeling called to excavate, distill, and {re}wild the fuck out of your message, mission, pleasure, art, abundance, flow, and life...

This is that.

Our residency day:

We will gather and traverse in the manner in which soul guides us, on the day.

But here are some potential waypoints for our magic making.

➤ Drum circle consecration ritual {the opening}

➤ Session + Q&A

➤ Decolonizing breathwork

➤ BBI & journaling

➤ Interwilding break

➤ Session + Q&A

➤ Decolonizing breathwork

➤ BBI & journaling

➤ Interwilding break

➤ Session + Q&A

➤ Decolonizing breathwork

➤ BBI & journaling

➤ Interwilding break

➤ Sharing

➤ Closing ritual

Writing As Ritual is now available for Self Study!

The Extras

➳ Private Nīk Nation membership site

➳ Lifetime access

➳ Unlimited access to future updates

The Bonuses

➳ Creativity & The Trauma Body

➳ Orgasmic Waking Bliss Practice

Join Us

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