The Rise of Eros, the Death of Ego. Croatia, Turkey, Australia
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❤️🖤 ISTA
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Infinite gratitude to Laurie Handlers and Bruce Lyon (and their teams) for being such ultra-extraordinary leads and humans !
I think most of us can relate to the feeling of deeply wanting something to happen, to pop irreversibly:
To pop that very intimate membrane around our deepest fear, tucked away inside our steaming damp gut. That place, as scary and unknown as death itself, there, right there is where I want to be. Right there where all is coiled around itself, nested, around fear, around shame, around guilt, around disgust, around pain, around rage, around pleasure, around play, around bliss… the root of the beast, dripping in sweat, tears, semen, eggs and blood, driven by dark divine forces, rising out of the swamp, roaring in all directions. There is where I go, in there, and breathe, wait, and feel and touch, wait, and watch… until the dark light spark-ignites, as me through me, and rings open the Void like a crystal bell, and there is where I dissolve and transmute fucking into prayer, there is where I transmute bitter tears into sweet dew, there is where I transmute rancid fat into silk, there is where I am, all in, All in, and dance my Celestial moves deconstructing ego, time and space into their elementary particles as Sacrifice.
Stepping into the Dark is stepping beyond the event horizon, beyond the abyss and knowing that I will never come back again, entering this selfless self-reflecting interfacial encounter that will blast me to the core, manifesting a skybending erection in front of everyone to see and honour. And this is what I want, this is what you want. We long to be ripped apart, the rite of the ultimate transpersonal self-sacrifice on The Altar of Truth in the Temple of Temples witnessed by us all, adored by us all, worshipped by us all, as Love in Love.
What else is there to feel? Same old shame, same old playing small? Same old contracting away? Same old goofy smile? Same old horny gaze, same old hesitation, same old substitute? Same old looking down instead of looking up, right into the eyes and face of the Divine, loosing it all, risking it all, including it all, transcending it all, penetrating it all in embrace with the Dark Angel of Love, … prior…, prior even to the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, prior to all of us and prior to all of it.
Trauma, play, pleasure, bliss
Trauma, play, pleasure, bliss
Trauma, play, pleasure, bliss
This is the mantra that burns the dark goo that is festering in my poly amourous poly vagus nerve from brainstem, to ear, to optical nerve, to neck and vocal chords, to heart, lungs and gut. Festering for generations, festering for centuries, festering for millennia. The goo that murdered my family, the goo that murdered your family, the ancestral goo that is murdering humanity. The goo of ignorance, survival, abuse, patriarchy and shame.
The goo of the Sacred Spot. Right there, in there is where I died, my own black hole where no light escapes, eyes wide shut, eyes wide open, until the Dark Light ignites and explodes a new Universe into vibrant colorfull Life, with an all new Cosmovision, an all new Tantra, an all new Feminine an all new Masculine, all new life forms, an all new nervous system, an all new DNA, an all new Technology, an all new Medicine, an all new Temple and an all new name: Enos
Evolutionary Emergence from the swamp, up the roots, up the black hole, up the black bone, up the back bone, up the brainstem, up to the prefrontal cortex, up to the orbito frontal cortex between the eyes into the nose’s root kickstarting the cosmic quantum computing brain power online, co-creating the incoming Future flux-flow with the speed of light within the tranquil Eternity of the Radiant Heart… your Heart … beating it’s Drum…
… the ultimate Ritual…
… whole bodily
… collective
… whole bodily
… collective
❤️🖤