the creator
of xmag.
Welcome to my world.
This is a bit of my story.
A world where the erotic is sacred, where pleasure is alchemy, and where your body becomes the altar.
For the past half a decade, I’ve danced through every inch of the sexual industries. From the shadows to the light, from the performance to the prayer.
I’ve seen what happens when sex is stripped of soul,And I’ve felt the aching void it leaves behind.
That’s why I created Cult XMAG.
But let me go back further…
I was raised with the land.
A barefoot girl with dirt under her nails and stars in her mouth. Obsessed with fairies, drawn to the unseen, speaking to energies long before I knew their names. I didn’t just believe in magic—I saw it.
And not once did I forget it was real.
The veil between worlds has always been thin for me.
Too many paranormal encounters to count, too many whispers from places others call imaginary.
I was spiritual before I had the language for it.
And then—I grew up. I studied the science of it. Wanted to make sense of the senseless. I fell in love with neuro-science, the nervous system, metaphysics, philosophy and psychology.
And I realised: Magic is real.
It’s just hiding in plain sight. In a language that is not spoken anymore. Yet I spoke it.
In the body.
In the erotic.
In the sacred pulse of pleasure that modern life tried to bury. The closest thing we have to real magic in this world is conscious sexuality. I am not just talking about sex. Not of entering a body or being entered, I am talking about entering the temple that has the power to create life itself. See, when a woman is fully embodied, turned on by life itself, free in her sensuality… in her power. That is the purest spell on Earth. And so my life became a devotion.
To bring magic back into the body.
To return pleasure to its rightful throne.
To remind you that eroticism is your birthright, not a feminine burden to bury.
This is not just my work. This is my mission.
This is my altar, my revolution, my remembrance.
Cult XMAG is the erotic temple where all of this lives.
Where ancient teachings meet modern science.
Where sex witches, lovers, seekers, men, women, all students of love gather to remember.
Because the truth is—
You don’t have to escape this world to find the divine.
You only have to descend deeper into your body.
And when you do…
That’s where the magic begins.
Morgan mcgreevy
You see,
I found God again…
But not in a church.
Not in scripture read under fear.
I found the Divine between my thighs,
In the tears that came with my orgasms, in the way my hips wanted to move and scream, in the way my skin told me stories of what was under her.
In the way my breath caught when I touched myself with love instead of shame.
After a lifetime of sexual abuse and confusion, of being ripped away from my own body,
I didn’t just want answers—
I needed resurrection.
And so, I created one.
A school of remembrance.
A home for the forgotten feminine in all of us. A world dedicated to the body. Where movement is storytelling. A place where fairytales aren’t just wivestales… they’re blueprints.
You see, I realised something most people never do:
Sexuality and spirituality are not separate paths.
They are the same road.
The same river.
The same spiral leading us home.
But spirituality is hard for most to comprehend.
It’s been twisted. Institutionalized. Made sterile.
So I flipped the mirror.
I started with sexuality.
Because when someone truly feels their body,
Feels their pleasure,
Feels their soul during sex—
They remember God anyway.
Because God is not only above us.
He is within us.
The Church told us otherwise.
They erased the Mother.
Erased the Goddess.
Erased the feminine from the story of creation.
But the truth is…
The Earth is the Mother.
God is the Seed.
And we—we are the love story between them.
We are both masculine and feminine.
And yet we were told to only honour the Father.
To fear the sensual.
To bury the womb.
To forget Mary.
To crucify Magdalene.
Why?
Because if we remembered…
We’d remember our power.
And when a woman remembers her power, men must rise and remember too. The whole world changes.
So here I am—
Not preaching a religion other than the one inside of our bodies. My story is a living resurrection of finding truth inside of pleasure. Of my body.
Because the way back is love.
Always has been.
And what is sex if not love-making?
If we can learn how to truly make love again—
Not perform, not numb, not hurt—
But make love…
Then maybe… just maybe…
We can end the cycles of abuse. of rape. Of children born into families not ready for them. To parents that never knew love so the house was empty of it.
Of separation.
Of confusion.
This is my mission.
This is Cult XMAG.
A dream state.
A pleasure portal.
A new world.
Because pleasure vibrates at the same frequency as love.
And love is truth.
And truth… is God.
Welcome home.
Your body missed you.
Your soul was waiting for this homecoming.
And who would have thought…
it would be found in your sexuality.
This is my erotic home.
