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Warrant for Your Arrest
Whose tune are you dancing to? Who pulls your strings? Who are you interested in impressing? Who do you hold in high regard? How much of your life are you living from the blood pumping gut? Are you enthralled with overflowing inestimable passion that oozes out of your veins continuously without relent? Or are you merely going through the motions until that indescribable ‘something of some kind or someone from somewhere’ unexpectedly knocks you over with erotic spontaneity as you’ve never before experienced? guess what? The jig is up! Unless you are electrified with an overabundance of your own ineffable joy unspeakable and full of fire, you are an imprisoned mummy merely serving out your time on earth. It’s high time to relegate the bugle call. Get with the only satisfactory music program. YOURS!!!
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Web of Existance
When the sun shines, it casts all sorts of shadows. These apparitions are not exempt from the beautiful picture from which it forms. All things are intricately connected, therefore, the extenuating diverse relationships attached are necessary and vital.
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Whiff of the Divine
In the hustle bustle of our lives, we sometimes miss the gentle delirious ineffable subtlety disguised orgasmic sexual sanctified stirrings moving in/of/through/with the spirit. What spirit? Soul? Electromagnetic pulsations? Physical sexual attraction? Bio-electric-chemical reactions? Neural firing transmissions? Galactic combustible-fusion influxes? Hunger/thirst pangs accompanied by the infrequent but continual need to urinate and defaecate? Constant promptings of obsessive/compulsive needs and desires to strive, accomplish and acquire? An undeniable prompting to rest and sleep? Automated inhalation/exhalation process? In order to brush by the immeasurable scented sounds/sights/sensations of the impenetrable
God/Goddess, touching the hem of the garment, we must first dissect us-to the core-where the divine origin resides. We can know nothing outside the raw experience of the essence within ourselves. Be Still and consume the unbounded sublimely, sexual, sensually sacred, divinely erotic fragrance vibrating/spiraling in/through and around us, infinitely! -
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Yesterday’s Debris
Cease with the replaying of stale re-run memories! No need to channel surf for nondescript scenes of regurgitated emotion. Disseminated Guilt lingers far long after the days of superficial cleansing/removal. We need to dispose of the undisputed heaviness of culminated stench once it begins to corrode the current mind’s interest and flowering affairs of the heart. All too often, we allow unnecessary residue of remorse to interfere and impose itself, needlessly. Habitual punitive self-lashings deprive fresh tender sprouts of attraction from germinating. Subconscious ‘blunders of the tongue’ mingle with words of otherwise intended new venue conversation . Remorse is as useless as a wet match. Regret is indeed the prayer of fools!
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You Go First
Instead of waiting until the notion strikes you, jump! Nothing interferes with productivity like inertia. In order to break though the barrier of disinterest, simply do what you have been putting off. At least you’ ll know the temperature of the water. Dive in!
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Your Attention Please
An ineffable awareness exists behind, before, between, below, beside and above our consciousness. We are unable to reach it; therefore, incapable of influencing, finagling or capturing the intent. A myriad of inconceivable, infinite layers pervade our unconsciousness which merely reflect the parallel nebulous idea of the unstated, unrealized, yet-to-be envisioned unmanifested reality of it. Yes! There IS something behind (permeating) all of it! We just will never know what it is. We can make up any story we like. Defend to our death our convictions and the passionate executions, thereof. Ascribe to any favored parable we favor or prefer but it does not alter, affect or change the incalculable, uncompromisable truth. It is NOT my truth or your truth or the other truth. IT is beyond any comprehensible word laden expression we can give it. In fact, IF we can express, define, explain or describe it, we can rest assured the manufactured presentation has been carefully, methodically and traditionally developed to appease some irascible fear ridden tendency. It exists solely because we can NOT touch (penetrate) it
