🌭 All people really want to do is fuck. That’s your problem. You can’t figure how to make it happen, to be ok with it when it does, to enter your own skin like a champ and stop trying to control life and death by either 1) fucking recklessly 2) fucking responsibly and keeping tidy 3) contracting the jesus syndrome 4) “healing” the other because you’re channeling divinity and therefore not “caught in the act” 5) eating instead of fucking- which is perverse- food fucking by mouth really. The “safe sex.” Still pretty “spiritual,” this delightful eating plus nobody gets hurt, just a little fat and greasy. You! Stop looking for a coward’s loophole, jump on the saddle and figure it out. And I don’t mean like an idiot. Like this isn’t a promotion of materialism resulting in orgasm. My promo is as real, raw and gory as it gets. Enter yourself, get in touch, that’s right- touch it- WTF are you really doing with all your worn out attempts to face it? Dogs hump. Humans generate. So what I’m saying is that human development is really hinged on fucking with awareness. The philosophy and history of fucking goes back a long way, but nobody really truly knows why or when it became “bad, naughty, forbidden if you love God.” Well yes we do know- big fat greedy church men taught the followers- FEAR “Fear God when that devil starts tempting you between your legs -and if you slip up, PAY.” Pay for sin. Confess. Eat to push the truth back down. Get so emotionally toxic on your puritanical food kick, you start believing the mucous is from “gluten” instead of your slimy shadow crawling up your constricted throat. Religion is sadistic, bred into us just like eye color…but why is fucking so bad again? Exactly? Do we lose control or get control? It depends doesn’t it? All we know is that despite your claims of otherwise, we’ve been programmed to find the “dirty deed” shameful- to be done quickly in the dark, behind locked doors, in a casket with Satan once it’s too late…you’ve got the picture…hell is for “heathen pagan condemned fuckers” and heaven is for polite contributing “eaters” who “pray and give thanks first.” Please. We already know the mormons strap on mummy underwear so tight they can barely walk or breath -and yet, with a decent sized fucking hole built in – just in case they need to make another baby thus “freeing another soul from heaven” (plus church $$ per member) but you’ve got to wonder why would you leave heaven for earth anyway? OH, I KNOW- TO FUCK. Yes, the big bad F WORD. This is sinister. Angels obviously WANT to fuck. Eat. Whatever they can scrounge up once they arrive. Use a hole basically. So they’re angels right? As close to “God” as it gets and still the urge to merge, chew, suck and swallow…sounds like angels are falling to me. Angels clearly turn to “lost soul devils” once the pants come down properly. Wake up, because even if you can’t see it, you’re reacting to it all somehow and it’s unhealthy, worse than gmo corn or hormone laden steak. This wormhole of propaganda, like terrorism or “women’s rights” is redundant, monotonous, one sided, delusional mind masturbation. The leaky lies we buy into, embed ourselves in, commit to, fear blindly, allow to subliminally control and haunt our every thought and action- become our self imposed devouring prison. Fear of nasty private, places…bad bad places…where we lose control over death…and life gets too bright to look at, and “maybe they won’t love me tomorrow.” FUCK IT. Grow up. Make some better choices, deal with sin. You created it ALL. Imagined it up, they fed you poison. Body mind and soul filth you made tangible just because you could. The mind is all powerful and will destroy or create you at the drop of a word.
🍒 As some, probably most of my readers know, we don’t need another person around to fuck anyway, you’ve got a hand, I’ve got a hand right? Much less messy, more economical and no children making involved….but then we’ve got to get “emotional and clingy” and start tossing around “I love you’s” like, WTF? It’s insanity. I wish it were true, j really do. This romance with you, with I. But no. It’s a mind fuck on someone else’s mirror. Wake up. And also, listen up. This is a teaching. Fucking like it matters at all. It DOES NOT. It’s not bad, it’s not good. It’s fucking FUCKING. Get it. Get over it. Do it, don’t do it. Stop trying to mount and control everyone. Get your mouth under control, stop obsessing over dicks, breasts, food and the place food inevitably leaves from. The leaving and entering of food, mouth and ass. Sexy. The leaving and entering of life. FUCKING. So although I say it’s not a big deal, it really is. And no one is doing it right and do you know why, you’re with the wrong person and you know it. There really is no excuse or justification for lackluster fucking. It’s GODFORCE. So how can you be “spiritual” without accessing and mastering the equipment? Just asking, makes sense. Then, if you do find a proper fucking mate (sorry to the more sensitive- love making mate) you then have to deal with their inevitable projections and distortions of you. This flesh is fucked. It’s like good luck getting it right…even though truly, nothing else matters but the mastery of sexuality – due to the fact it’s driving our karma, masking all addictions and holds the key to our ultimate freedom. Dark sexuality. Your shadow wants me and stalks me like you’ve finally found your birthday cake. Yes the one who sees the one who’s been darkened by shame, guilt, perverted parents, weak society, limp libido due to hopeless pursuits of somebody-hood. You should fuck like nothing else matters. Like nothing is real. “Only this here and now and how I lie and hide and keep clicking and eating is real. I’m in charge. Brush your teeth, trim your pubic hair, floss, don’t get semen everywhere.” Obey your fucking head. Mind fuck someone else. Eat someone else. You’re missing the point. I don’t believe in gods, all their names, spiritual people. I don’t care about mantras, yantras, tantras. Diagrams leading to heaven. I don’t send anyone to hell or beneath me. I don’t promote toe touching or learning the holy prayers. It’s all fucking STUPID. I promote authentic growth, not baby religious paddling wearing floaties with peace signs -called faith and p.c. rule following. I believe in no beliefs the best I can. Face your fucking problems. Literally. They won’t go away. Stop packaging yourself like dead meat at the grocery store. Stop either avoiding your sex organs or obsessing over them, it’s pathetic. Master something besides how to open a bag of chips or type www.com, or pretend you’re not dying. Stop being insane thinking anything simply goes away by ignoring it. Stop pushing shit down. Stop being a pervert because you’ve been a pervert for so many lives due to sexual limitation, celibacy gone awry. Find a way to accept, embody and cherish whoever and whatever “crazy whore” you find lurking within. I didn’t say act out, I said integrate. There is a huge difference, AWARENESS. How you “get aware” is the scary part. Not a movie either where someone else is the killer, really your life.
🍌 So my friends, there is no answer but to go there with fearless grace and learn how to GRIND. And THAT is my lesson for today. It’s every lesson there ever was. There is only one fucking lesson. FUCK THIS. And slam down these prison walls once and for all. Slaves aren’t allowed to fuck, only breed. We are light sockets. We are it. Turn yourself on. And I won’t dare say OM, I almost did…and that’s definitely not the point… I won’t be trained or brainwashed to do something that leads somewhere besides my own discomfort with myself due to disowned feelings. If you were born in a forest and nobody gave you any rules, and there were no judgements on you. You would know yourself. You would know what to do. You wouldn’t be ashamed at all. You would simply be and accept being powerful. You, the God of all time. The one who is true holds the key in their heart. The heart is the hole and the key is symbolized by the commencement of fucking. Self assertion. The key is entering the hole. The hole contains life and death potential. We must be both soft and open, hard and penetrating. We must see it all within without recoiling from the FUCKING LIGHT. FUCK the dark with a vengeance. I say it everyday. Yes, it’s both of me. No such word as “love” until then…
🍩 until I am both of me. Sharada Devi