Everyone is suddenly a 'spiritual teacher' these days pushing the proverbial crack of 'empowerment'. And even though you have indeed come with gifts to offer, like sex, spiritual teaching shouldn't be engaged in until every cell of Reality is begging for it, calling for you by name. Until she makes her advances, cooks your heart in her furnace, burns up your false dreams and forcing currents, leaves you breathless and speechless and unable to long for anything less. Ever.
Until then, please stop. Be quiet. Stay close to the ground. Ripen. Don't "step into your power." Rest into your vulnerability. Stop marketing sand in a desert. Get weary and tired and thirsty. Feel the humility of death in the scorching sun. Then, let the longing for the Real guide you... you might die, but you might get water from a rock. Taste it. Let it taste you. Then you can't help but devote your life to Water.
Otherwise you become just another pawn of the patriarchy; a dead thing selling smoke, high on the violence of certainty. Pushing your agenda, your brand of half truths upon parched, suffering beings. Don't let the culture of rape speak through you. Soften and worship until God is enflamed. And flowing. Stay in the unknown until freedom takes you through every orifice.
Truth is an orgasm we can't fake.