The orgasm, which is God, is preceded by foreplay and is the fundamental reason for existence and the quest for enlightenment.
I’ve thought about this a million ways
and that too -is foreplay-the result of my thinking would ideally be God then. But since the mind doesn’t tend to be very focused- the results which should be God just becomes the Devil.
The orgasm, which is the opposite of the Devil is followed by confusion.
But what does it mean?
It means we need to be redeemed.
We need a resurrection.
I don’t think people understand the idea of attention to detail- which is foreplay.
Pay attention. Makes sense right?
Because God can’t get out if God can’t get in -and I’m hearing a lot of horror stories regarding the pursuit of the orgasm- which is, in its deepest sense, the only reason we came -and are here at all. But I’m sad to say that there Is a real problem in this department -called -the eyes are going both ways- and you’re not focused -and you don’t even want the thing you’re serving-with every ounce of your libido (whether you like it or not) and so this ushers in some bad digestion of the divine experience of union.
Because there is no union, because communication is also sexual in nature -and so is eye contact- and so is everything you’re doing -and you thought it could be separated and conjured up when needed by some whiskey and lingerie – because you’re really not into him at all- as a matter of fact, you’re into me -and I’m not even a man- but it’s our hearts that strike the chord and lead into the foreplay between souls and astral communion.
It’s all in our heads and the parts below are only the final confirmation and culmination-of how powerful our mind can be -for better or for worse- because honestly, these men mostly are just afraid of women -maybe they just don’t like to talk or acknowledge independence -or feel their own feminine pain- and so they simply prey on women -including their wives -because they’re just a scared dog trapped in the pound who isn’t sure when he’ll eat again- but he knows he’s worthless because his people dropped him off -and now all he can do is bark really loud and piss on anything erect (other than himself) do you get it?
Well, I don’t get it –
because every woman I know (and I know a lot) doesn’t even want to fuck her man. She wants to make love to me. And it’s not like she isn’t willing to want to, it’s that the guy is as hard as a rock in more places than one. You see, hard in one place only- and soft everywhere else- that’s the key to her sexual madness.
And so I wonder who’s really more afraid? Her, to fuck a cold rock that snores -or him to have a heart at all. And I LOVE men and I’m not saying it’s you-I’m just saying its a universal problem and I know men don’t want to be this way- and
this world closed his heart -but what about her feelings too? I mean, women will sacrifice and take care of their husbands forever because it’s just a bad habit -(and so they can have his house and money-like whores and nothing more)
but men don’t appreciate the gesture enough to expand the potential of the relationship- and women and wives are happy to be less than stellar whores-
everything is sexual- AND a man shouldn’t make a woman do his job. And a woman should speak up and say so- You act like a man and you pursue the object of your desire-and then maybe she’ll start actually wanting to be beneath you…get it?
(because mommy can’t do everything for you)
Nothing isn’t sexual -and in case you didn’t know- let me tell you now and sorry to offend-
but this life is really only about dealing with why-
we want to fuck our mother or father and how we can make this happen (asap)
who we can punish because of how we feel.
How we can get rid of the other parent who stands in our way.
(and we project this all onto others and it gets very interesting….)
And it’s all about hiding from this fact- and so we
have no sexual roots or sustaining love at all.
Just admit it- ok -it’s weird -but it’s what I want- let me just figure this out and come to terms with it -and I’ll go there -because i must. Who knows why and who cares?
I’m a spiritual sexual warrior with a calling….
We’re perplexing creatures -but only half alive-because of shame and fear because of RELIGION. Don’t go there. It’s a lie and a trap and cuts you off at the waist from anything that would propel you to your divinity.
It’s two triangles- one goes up and one goes down-
That’s who we are for better of for worse.
How to get back inside mommy-
How to make daddy notice us –
and be sure it’s working in all the right places…
It’s primal- imbedded in the depths of the collective psyche- and you don’t think there’s not a problem? You don’t think that sexual problems aren’t the reason for war and obesity and every sort of addiction- well they are.
Freud was definitely right.
It’s all just sex and more sex as the roots and fruits of our existence- and then religion and shame get mixed in and we are supposed to get
“married” some sort of legalized prison sentence- and lock us in a house with a guy and his hard dick and no heart -and a woman who can barely get her legs apart far enough to even let the games begin-
and the boys in the room watching porn on his iPad while terrified and hard dad fucks forlorn mommy until they’re both more limp than when they started….
And the boys like, “why can’t I be dad? What’s he got that’s better than me…” and subconsciously he starts lusting after mom, hating dad, calling his sister a cunt, thinking about what college he might attend and he’s totally committed to another absolutely lost and useless human life.
Fuck mommy always playing in the back of his sweet misguided mind-
because our lives have grown unnatural.
Sexuality is freedom. Period. If you can’t dance, or won’t sing or write love poems- if you won’t talk and express your feelings -if you won’t go into every dark place that calls you- with love for yourself- you’re just not sexy -no matter what else you do ok?
And your wife doesn’t want you. She wants me.
Because I’m giving her everything she wants-which is understanding of who she actually is -because she matters inside- and the men -who even claim to hate me- secretly love me -because of the challenge I am-to grow bigger and harder in every way -and to grow softer and sweeter on the breath of the moment.
And so everyday ordinary life is merely foreplay with the beloved and how will we do it.
Who is your beloved. Who is the great God or Goddess in your life.
The erotic game has all led to here and nobody seems very sexy anymore- and they’re trying too hard in all the wrong ways.
And what’s an orgasm? And do you think the negation of the one doesn’t stifle the more subtle grasping of holding God deep inside you in every moment? Or penetration- if you cannot penetrate her complex mind then the penetration of body parts- is really quite lackluster and I’m sorry you didn’t notice because you didn’t pay attention.
Oh, and he’s afraid to kiss her lips? He can’t look in her eyes? Oh? Just spread your legs, soulless sit-in for mommy? Don’t make excuses for him
Or yourself anymore- and STOP fucking him for control or to get things -and I say FUCK- because that’s what it is.
Making love is a lifelong and daily -all day affair.
And you can’t hide it from me -what you can and can’t do- but if you’re wanting love, you better pay attention to how he lives his day and how she cooks and cleans- those are the secret revealers of sexuality and how I go there – or not.
Because we aren’t monkeys or dogs. We aren’t trying to fill the planet with more of our kind-
we’re here to connect and commit and go as deeply as possible into what our sexuality really holds, really promises, really suggests, really is.
What it is -is -how I wear God. How I call God.
How I know God. How I’m going to make God
based on Me and my trip- and that’s making love.
Making love is making God.
So tantric love is the great weaving of a basket that holds two hearts, two sides, two triangles, two sacred moments in time- clashing and banging the silent throb of God -and in every moment of their glory the heavens rain flowers upon the sacred bed of Gods -and the redemption of the Devil -and the resurrection of the Christ- and the orgasm that sings Her perfectly- Only and forever -while She sits upon His lap in eternal bliss.
That’s what life is. You should do it well…
because it’s the only thing going on…
and it’s yours to behold…the one breath of two…
the silent throb.