Only love is real. Remove lust from your vocabulary.
Love isn’t a word, it’s a space you enter and it consumes you.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that this gap between us -is sucking our souls against our will-deep into another place-
a place that isn’t love at all.
it’s a dismal wasteland where the masses abide- a space of cold loneliness and brittle isolation with no hope in sight…just lust and domination and fucking mummies and plastic and poisonous perfumes and victoria secret polyester g-strings and condoms and vaseline.
It’s gross. It stinks.
You should get a colonic, take some probiotics, take off that dirty, disgusting g-string- pour out the shit perfume, unwrap your face- hold off on the reckless humping –
and most urgently-get a ticket out of town.
The Love Train is leaving soon…and I’m very concerned you won’t be on it.
Because, nobody will ever find completion or fulfillment looking for love through lust or materialism.
No woman will ever love you if what you value most of all is her ass in tight pants.
And no man will ever feel understood by a woman who tries to turn him into someone who is just like her.
The fundamental differences between mars and venus and the sun and the moon are vast and mysterious. Hence the attraction and magnetic pull. Together we need to merge the space that the tension creates- because the meeting of the two in tension- relieved by friction -is the creation of the Sun Fire and the Cool Soma of the Moon- it is divine Union.
Sex Gods only make Love madly. With no lust or fucking or manipulation to acquire anything from the act.
The problem is- one can’t exist without the other- as is the case with us- and so if both can’t exist and yet are existing -then this is the wounding gap, the chasm of our own undoing.
The place we don’t want to end up.
Because who can erase centuries of conditioning, domination and seduction-all totally unconscious and automatic -when you’re just a captive of the patriarch too?
The man who was bigger and meaner than you. The man who wrote your religion and beat your mother. The drunk man watching TV. The man who told you how useless you were.
The man who fucked you in the ass
-and you just can’t get over it- I understand.
but if you don’t turn around now -you’re well on your way into becoming him (if you aren’t already) so don’t be a stupid, angry dick puppet. Find the bravery to be soft sometimes and to stop needing to be the biggest, best and hardest -and be kind to yourself. Because nobody’s perfect.
You see, you might be a man- but the other bigger men than you-have trained you to be who you are – and to see what you see- they passed down their anger to you so you could continue to conquer, violate and objectify – needy, weak women-
and you want to stop I know -because everybody hurts –
but you have no idea how to be a man -or what that would mean if the program in your head was deleted. You would panic I’m sure- because then love would sweep over you like a wave -and you might see that her beautiful ocean is far more vast than what’s between her legs.
It’s only a body. We use it to love- express and experience-it was never meant to be a means to an end- because we all grow old, rot and die. No way around that -and no tight ass lasts forever.
Only Her love. The Immortal Queen-will satisfy us through the other- the One that we generate from within and magnetize to our very sacred beingness -by entering into her stream of consciousness- which is sex personified as a beauty beyond any -including appearance. Beauty so intoxicating that we are captured and bound by the seductive smolder of her red dance -that we beg to be her slave and to die in her bondage -and that’s love and that’s total devotion.
Women – you should be more.
Women- don’t settle for less.
She also feels lost by the running from time -and who will help her if all she has or is- is her looks or her ass? And if she’s getting too old-
“it’s not his fault that he needs to look at porn
I’m not as pretty as I used to be…”
and she’s supposed to love you anyway? Or let it be? Or make excuses for you ? or hate herself? What would you say?
Grow up men
and women wake up.
You do not have to be an object. And you do not have to cower to his criticism.
I know you’re afraid that it’s too late and you won’t be able to find anyone else to love you-
given the current state of your ass or whatever-
but it’s a lie. You should love you.
No wonder all the women are dropping the men like flies and getting with each other. Why not? Women don’t stink. Women are more likely to connect to something else than just an ass or big breasts- or whatever your thing is-
We will go no further if we stop at the surface of every encounter calling it complete and fulfilling or “good enough”‘
You are a liar. Both of you.
Stop and think of how far you’ve come and what you’re going to do about this relationship disconnect- because you can’t separate and accept.
You have to move into it.
But before you do, ask yourself:
“Do I really want to?
“Is it worth it?”
I mean sometimes it’s just all wrong.
We thought it might work, but it’s not. We started together (kind of) on the same path but at the crossroads- we went separate ways. It’s not wrong, it’s just different karma. By you staying and doing this mind numbing dance, you’re only making it worse for your next time around, not better.
And I’m not man bashing
(over and over- I LOVE MEN)
because I think women are participants- and 100% responsible and just as guilty for what they are allowing and accepting as a marriage or as a relationship.
“But he’s monogamous”
Oh, lucky you, he sacrificed everything-
all the hot girls, nipples and asses to be with you for ever and ever?
What a saint.
What are you his cross to bare?
Monogamy isn’t something you think about or promise it just happens when the love is actually true.
When you’re actually moving closer to God by being with this person as opposed to moving further into the tangled karmic web of suffering and loss. Then it’s right. Otherwise, it’s not.
“All other’s are pale next to you. You are the only light in my world. I can’t see without you. You are the air that I breath. I can’t breath without you. You are my beating heart. I can’t live without you. There is only you. My God. My Goddess.”
So if you don’t feel this way and you’re just in some arrangement, compromise or business deal- get out now- man or woman- you don’t need it, life is short and sacred and we will meet again.
What we’ve been doing to ourselves and each other-and putting children in the middle- this isn’t love. It’s BS.
This is the bondage we have become.
Nobody is happy anymore.
If we give up now on our mission and why we’re here -and we can’t even figure out how to truly love another person -and we don’t make it our primary purpose in this life to aspire to absolute union with the divine in the eyes of another –
and we settle for-
“gratefulness that he’ll have me”
or -“at least she still fucks me twice a week”
you should for once, feel shame and remorse on who you have become and what violence you are engaged in.
Violence to you and to me. Because the act of sex is an act of domination and violence in the animal world. The males always dominate and hurt and bite and scar the females.
But since we’re humans trying to be something more than an animal -can’t you at least put some love and devotion into it?
She’s not an animal and neither are you.
At the same time, you aren’t drones wrapped in tight mormon underwear -just politely going through the motions of copulation.
If you cannot deify the One you love or the One you’re with- enough for that person to be all that you need in the most real sense of this journey-
Then get out now.
It’s not worth it.
The silent throb is deeper than her body can ever take you and deeper than he could ever go. It is a memory of who we knew before we came here. It is our bodies of light, beyond time, here now in this space, trying to find some solace in each other’s arms.