That being said, however, doesn't automatically suggest that you can't, if you wanted to, jump ahead to the "This Is The Key To Making It Easier To Turn Off The Inner Dialogue For Better Meditation Part" title you will see below. So, if are so inclined, please feel free to do so. You can always come back here if you feel your blood pressure rising.
The preamble is for those of you who, I feel fairly sure, will be shocked, and offended, by what I am suggesting as mental fantasy for meditation (for lack of a better way to describe it). I would remind you, though, that it is, in every sense, an exercise in naughty fantasy precisely because that type of thing is so powerful for us in focusing attention. It also automatically provides the ongoing incentive to want to try and keep building up what is essentially a new discipline. And in my mind, nothing could be more of the Father than that.
[This Is The Preamble For Those Of You Who Will Be Offended]
Let us try to understand something.
Mother Earth wants us to have a very specific, animal connection, to each other. A connection that is quite beyond making babies sex. This connection is to remind us, in a communal way, that we are animals, and that we should always revel in that connection, but do so in a way that keeps the Father happy as well, and that is why separating sex into two distinct categories is absolutely fundamental to a healthy, structured society.
This gets all the more important when you realize that, in the process of the ancient mystic, and Eastern religious traditions, of meditation to attain that point where you can, at will, let go of yourself, and then, hopefully, re integrate back to yourself; that in that process, it is my very deep belief that we remake ourselves; perhaps down to the quantum level.
The question then becomes, remake ourselves into what? And in that lies what is truly breathtaking about what I have discovered, now that I know we are fundamental to energy.
So now, as I have stated before, it's not a question of what could we possibly be able to control in this, but rather, what could possibly be left that we couldn't control; especially if we took the time to become truly good at doing this "letting go of ourselves" thing.
So. That then begs the next question. What does bringing sex into this have to do with the letting go thing. It is this: I believe that there is a way to combine sex, with the "letting go process" so that we can set up an amazing, self reinforcing, way to continually make ourselves better, and have a better understanding of each other in the process; getting, as well, the trifecta benefit of reinforcing the very Cosmolosophy structure that makes this separation of sex a part of its foundation.
So then we must confront the question: Is it morally ok for parents to essentially engage in exploratory sex with their children, and I say that it is absolutely necessary, assuming the child has come to the parent, or has made it clear through their sudden discovery of sensual behavior, that they need, and desire an easy, and most importantly, a playful way to be shown that their erogenous areas are just wonderful parts of being alive, and of being able to explore deeper connections to that very sensuality, even as it also makes the child and parent closer as animals who can think and love and create a great deal more than just more babies; important though that might be.
The biggest thing here, however, is the perspective we must try to find: As it stands now, we give them the language to know the world in one meaning space, but do not give them the corresponding language of understanding in the other meaning space; precisely because we haven't been aware that there was another meaning space. But now that we are aware we must face the fact that our approach to raising children must change.
I expect a good deal of controversy over this position but I do so with a clear conscience. I have lived the existence of a virtual monk for the last, gees, ten years at least. (if not a lot longer) I've done so for two reasons. One, it's not right to start a relationship with another if you are not ready to give of yourself emotionally, as well as intellectually, with the sharing of activities; and with serious face time, and involvement, in all of these, otherwise. If you have something else driving you; demanding everything of you, then you must accept a certain amount of solitary living. And if you are truly into what it is that is making these demands, this is not really that much of a problem for you.
But I am also a virtual monk of another kind. I stay alone because I am a sex addict (among other addictions -- alcohol, meditating itself, gambling, etc -- and yes, you can do too much of any of them). I am capable of giving into any of a variety of inappropriate sexual encounters; and all simply because they are "naughty." And some of these have been particularly so enough to have me be sure to avoid any situations that might put me at risk. I think this is also another reason why I am automatically not one who would hit on any, attractive, other variant of woman (remember, there is truly only one sex). I always assume, no matter how attractive, or stimulating the person is, that the reason for it is simply because they are an outgoing, engaging, and gregarious person who simply wants to engage, in whatever needs to be engaged in, in the most effective way possible. That way I can get meaningfully involved in trying to do the same thing and, wondrously enough, an amazing thing happens; I get completely distracted from the inappropriate stuff, and stick to what is appropriate. An especially good habit to get into in the business world I can tell you, but in the social world, not so much. Fortunately I have been lucky enough to meet a few, very forward people, who took the chance to go out of their way to let me know, clearly, that they wanted more, and, most importantly, were of the appropriate (in the eyes of my community) maturity to make that an informed choice (I have been married three times, and when it was good, it was very good, both emotionally, and sexually).
The main thing that has helped to save me in these situations is that I also have a great sense of empathy. I can't help but see things from the other person's frame of reference, and in that, see that what I may want to think may be going on, isn't so at all (not allowing me to trust what my mistaken body meaning space interpretations are because a too strong sex drive just confuses the hell out of things). The mistaken interpretations that have set my sex-o-meter pegging for all the wrong reasons. I am also fortunate enough to be able to step back and see that it is not the animal need for sexual connection that is the problem. That is a basic part of what the Goddess is. That is just something we must deal with whether it makes us uncomfortable or not. The problem now is that we have to change what we see as appropriate. Then set up a way to ensure that everybody not only understands the need for the new approach, but then also wants to always automatically adhere, as exactly, and as caringly, as is possible, to the new way of life.
I believe that this is exactly what I am now giving you with this new way of doing sex; one semi private, for personal, one to one connection (babies always being the choice of the individual). the other a communal one for either the communion of the family, or for the communion of the community itself; all to better know each other in the ongoing context of whatever current reality we are faced with. And I say this with all seriousness.
If we are to have any hope of doing the kinds of negotiations it will take, on an ongoing basis, in daily life, if we're were to organize ourselves as I have proposed. we will need every tool we can muster to find ways of achieving better balanced connections with our neighbors, our fellow workers, or any other important, situations of the "many" negotiating with other groups of "many." And since about the only other thing we might do for this that the animal kingdom has come up is smelling butts, I for one think communal sex would be the far superior choice.
[This Is The Key To Making It Easier To Turn Off The Inner Dialogue For Better Meditation Part]
OK. First and foremost here is that this should, indeed, be a sensual experience. The more so the better. So the first thing you must do is imagine yourself in this wonderful rain forest naked. The rain is wonderfully warm, and soft, even though it is raining hard at times.
You walk slowly, confidently, barefoot through the squishy ground cover loving the feel of the warm mix of mulch, and rich, pungent earth; always so wet and smooth.
You feel everything around you so deeply, so completely, that you don't even have to think at all about where to step, and where not to step; the automatic pilot of you body meaning side just knowing that here is good, and over there isn't, and there simply isn't any need to worry consciously about it.
In this environment you can be either the child, or the parent, and in it also you can pretend to be doing anything, but doing it as a shared orgasm, in the vein of mutual masterbation (we really need to come up with a better word for playing with ourselves, and each other. Maybe mutual "Giga Wiggling?").
One naughty imagining might be that a mother and her daughter are to have a day of exploring and celebration. Let us say the daughter is 13, just starting menstruation, in possession of more than just baby buds as breasts, and is alive with a whole bunch of good, and bad feelings about it all, and is just not sure of what to do with it any of it. So the Wiccan mother witch (in her own sense of herself) decides that this will be a day of celebrating the wild magic that is inside them together, and so they must run off into the woods to be wild together. and in that they will boldly walk through the village naked together, showing off their wonderful sexuality without any shame at all, or fear (for the villagers know what is about to be shared), and then race, tickling and touching, as if to find more ticklish spots to gain a giggle advantage over the other, out over the rich fecundity of this lush green, and brown, and every other color of the rainbow, of flower, environment to a secret waterfall only the mother knows about. And when the child asks the mother why they are going there, or are out here like this at all, the mother replies, even as she whirls around to grab the daugher up in her, surprisingly strong, arms; hugging her child, but also rubbing up against her so as to tickle a little differently all about each other's sensitive areas "Oh my sweet baby. God how I love you. You just can't know how lucky I feel to have you, to hold you, and to see you now becoming a woman in all the important ways. The Goddess is in you sweetie, just like she's in me, even though I know it confuses you so much."
"I love you too mommy. It feels so good to be here with you. But why are we here?"
To celebrate you blood sweetheart. Your beauty. And the fact that it's ok to be horny as hell. She wants you to be horny as hell because that's what get's more babies made, but we don't have to have baby sex to enjoy our bodies sweetie. The Goddess gave us sex to be close to each other; close in so many ways other than baby sex. And we can be wonderfully naughty in this sharing kind of sex and it's OK."
"Naughty how mommy?"
And that's when mommy gives her daughter a wicked grin and says "...Well... why don't we begin by peeing on each other," whereupon she pulls her daughter down to the grass and, using a quick tickle to roll the younger girl to one side as she then rolls to her own back, shifts her butt around so that they are now facing each other, on their back sides, and almost close enough to have their knees touch. Thus positioned, she then proceeds to let forth an amazingly big stream of yellow urine at the daughter, raising her hips up expertly so as to aim the flow to hit right at the younger girl's vagina.
This both, surprises, shocks, delights, and infuriates the daughter. Her whole body now vibrates across so many kinds of frequencies. Too many now even for physicists to figure out yet, but she shouts back a "Mom!" that is both little girl, big girl, half angry, half aroused, and half "oh yeah? You want a piece of me tough guy...? Well, game on!" Whereupon, without even consciously willing it, she squirts right back and, without having much practice, goes all over her mom's belly, her breasts, and her face; and it is a lot; a surprising "a lot."
Her mom's reaction, though, is even more surprising. Instead of laughing and firing back with her own super soaker, the mom is suddenly radiating pure sexual stimulation; radiating it as another kind of loving mommy glow from somewhere the daughter can only feel.
"Oh baby. God how I love to feel your warm pee on me. It's magic cum you know, our pee is. Even though it looks like urine most of the time, it is pure magic seed. It is an essence of us, just as semen is out of a penis. Part of our energy to create. My magic, and daddy's magic came together to make you, you know. Beautiful, beautiful magic."
And at that moment the daughter is suddenly aware, sexually, of just how beautiful her mother is. Of just how unabashedly sensual, confident, and so appealing she is, and it shocks her again that she wants to touch her mother there. Even more surprising yet, however, is that her mother seems to sense her sudden interest and it only serves to make her radiate even more desire.
Whereupon her mother giggles. "Oh you sweet beautiful girl. I can feel your desire you know. I can because I have become strong with the Goddess's meaning space; as you will become strong. What you feel is what the Goddess wants you to feel because she is desire, and orgasm. She makes us crave it. But she has seen the wisdom of the Father. She knows now that we must channel these things the right way. So we can drink of each other baby, in the family. We can touch each other. It's OK because that's just mommy, or daddy love for their child; not baby making love. Can you feel that difference sweetie?"
"I don't know mommy."
"You're not sure yet, and that's OK too. If you don't want to explore this yet you don't have you know. There's no rush. But if you feel the desire like I think you do, then don't be afraid to give in to it. This is how you come to understand that your sexuality isn't something you need to hide at all. Your desire for it. That crazy way it just makes you want to lose yourself in it. That's OK too sweetie."
The mother waits a moment, seeing whether the daughter wants to pull away or not, and when she doesn't, the mother knows her trust in her gut wasn't wrong.
The mom then kind of sidled up closer to the daughter, putting one leg over her daughter's belly, and then pulling the younger girl's other leg up over her belly. And to the daughter's new shock, the mother is suddenly pressing vagina to vagina
"Mom! What are you doing?" The look on the daughter's face is both shock now, and the new sense of sensation that sends electric currents up through her groin, her middle, breasts and a point of hunger in her mind she has been trying to ignore for a while now; with questionable success.
Her mom presses in then slowly, making contact with various corresponding parts of labia, clitorous, and increasing wetness. The sudden contact. The immediacy of sensitive skin to sensitive skin takes the daughter's breath away, and without realizing it, and without any sense of control, she is pushing back against her mother and she moans in a way she never knew she could. She moans and she understands now just how primal that need she's been trying to ignore is.
"Mommy... What are you doing to me?"
"I'm not doing anything to you sweetheart, I'm doing something with you. I want to be the first one you share an orgasm with. I want to be the one who helps you understand just how wonderful it can be."
The mother is still moving slowly, in a soft, circular motion, that's more caress, and nuzzle, than real pushing against. And now she too is moaning a bit at sporadic moments.
"Oh mommy... It feels so good..."
"I know it sweetheart. It is good. And the best thing is that this is just us sharing something that will make us love each other more, and understand each other more. Help me be a better mommy to you whatever age you are at."
The daughter is breathing harder and harder now realizing for the first time that she really does need to do this. She really, really, needs to do this, and also realizing that it really will end up just making them closer. And suddenly the hunger just takes over and the daughter just gives in to the whole experience; now pushing hard against her mother's vagina in pure animal lust, which is certainly all that the mother needed to respond in kind, and the rest you can imagine quite well on your own, because this is a fantasy, after all, and you can make it as real as it needs to be. And again, that is the point.
You can use your imagination in this way to create a very stimulating, visual, and oral experience, and you can do it without the dialogue, because all you really need is the ideas expressed in your head ahead of time for the desired situation, and then just visualize it. Try to actually feel all of the sensations in your mind as you listen to the patter of water on leaves, and the sound of birds chirping, and insects humming. Making believe further, perhaps, that the rain itself is the Goddess's own pee, and it is so warm and sensual for precisely that reason. Try also to understand the wisdom inherent in this idea of separating communing sex, from making babies sex (whether babies are intended or not). Do this as sharing sex and you will be as amazed as our imaginary little girl at just how much you can come to love, and understand, your family, your friends, and your co workers.
I know. Now you are picking your jaw up from off of the floor.
Wait. Did he just suggest that we have communig sex with, well, just about everybody in our lives?
Yes. That is exactly what he means. And the quicker we come to terms with this the better.
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