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Masturbation Mirth
Masturbation feels good. But, humans have been taught not to give themselves pleasure; and, certainly not to feel good about it. The whole idea is barbarically ludicrous! We, as the ones who inhabit our own bodies, should know what it wants and needs, in the area of physical pleasurable sensation, long before anyone else should be allowed to try to please us. Masturbation is spiritual. We are to honor, respect and love the body. How else can we appreciate the incomparable celestial delight and cherished innate beauty of our earthly tabernacle, than to stimulate it to the point of sanctified natural orgasm?
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Into the Woods
We must simply get on with whatever engages our interest without a constant monitoring, interpreting and commenting upon the advancement of its course. We need not watch the pot boil. What the universe does remains unhampered, uninfluenced and unimpeded by us. We knock ourselves out needlessly. What was in us before we arrived on the planet will manifest (as sure as the sun will shine) due to an unstated divine purpose we will never be able to accurately calculate or manipulate. We need cease being so preoccupied with how fast and how soon something is going to happen. Forget about it! Results are none of our business.
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Forced Release
We do what we can to hide the truth from ourselves. Why? Because we do not want to change our minds! We are so lazy and prefer to ride the donkey of unimpeded sloth to its gross demise. Disgusting. But, try as we will, the descent is ever present for a clearer observation. Understanding means to ‘stand under’ the matter. Getting another perspective involves shifting gears into a completely different mental framework. No one can hide from the essence of spectacular destiny contained within. Grotesque as some of the emerging images may be, they are none the less pertinent for the hour of decision. WE must eventually face what we refuse to see. Transformation blatantly happens of itself!
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If Walls Could Sing
One’s life ends in a pile of ashes or worn out boards. To honor that which is no longer appealing is a magnanimously inspiring gift life endows us with unceasingly.
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