BREAKING FREE!!!

Bust through the Matrix baby. In Hindu philosophy, this is called Maya, or the illusion that we are limited separate beings. Maya serves a purpose; without it there would be no possibility of creation. But when you wake up within in it and truly live, THAT's where the bliss is baby.

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Siva, Lord of Ambrosial Nectar

Breathe deeper into me, go into that unbounded expanse inside your heart, where space travels through timelessness, where silence is heard so profoundly that all thoughts ceaselessly surrender into the divine rhythm. Sink into the black void, and listen to me here. When you touch nothing, you touch everything. Will your ego disappear when you touch the infinite? Can you, as a body withstand the power of a black hole? Can you feel my sacred tremor? Listen deeper, to the endless sound inside your heart? This resonating chord is you; you are the splendor of infinite vibration, always dancing, always moving within infinite creative expanse, with power and grace. Most live a thousand lives and never get to listen to the vibrating silence. 

 Trace that chord back into the mind, into the ego, into your brain. The dancing sound now becomes a unique signature to you; you were once the ocean and now a singular wave that was born and will die. But remember dear one, remember Siva's abode of the  incandescent light of consciousness. Remember the dynamic splendor of the dance, always moving towards expansion; the dawn of our greatest dreams are carried 100.000 miles a second, to deliver to you the leading edge of pulsating nectar; oh and Siva's nectar! Unexplainable ambrosia of the Gods; drink this soma into the mind, and you will be set free from the delusion of the body. It heals all pain, repairs all cuts, animates your thoughts; Soma, the divine intelligence of the MahaShakti; enter through this black space inside my heart. Feed me the blue light of truth, clarifying untruths, purifying negative thoughts, piercing through delusion.  May I find this valve of consciousness, and allow the flood gates of your love into my inner Shaktiverse. My vision, once fogged, becomes clear in Your light. My heart, once heavy and weighted by irritation and resentment, is now uplifted by your buoyant purity. Lord Siva, I bow to thee, my heart once full of ignorance, is now filled with your bliss!

You are, my dear reader, a reflection of Lord Siva; unbounded, infinitely intelligent vibrating bliss. So what is the separation, the grand illusion in which Siva conceals himself? Why do we have to hide beneath the shroud of limited knowledge, power, of type letters, and bodies? Siva constructed a divine shroud of dancing particles so that he could see himself, so the that existence as we know it could be born. We are seemingly held back by jñānam bandhah, or the bondage of limited knowledge. Because our mind constructs have implicit limitation, we have forgotten  how to access our unlimited potential and consciousness. Also called yoni-varga, or the Grand Maya of separation. Because of this grand delusion of forgetfulness, we have as a human race experienced much ignorance and suffering, and worship false idols of material possessions in hopes that our temporary happiness will unite us once again with our unlimited potential. I see countless people worshipping a cigarette and a coffee cup, looking for salvation through a substance that has no power compared to Truth.

Seeking Unity back into Siva's abode is not a half-hazard path; it is precise, methodical, eloquent and sweet. Our souls signed the endless contract of bondage and forgetfulness in order to incarnate into the world. The contract stated that we agree to have limited knowledge, limited power, and that duality, or illusion of separation must be created in order to experience what we call life. But nothing in the universe is void of Siva's intelligence benevolence or love. Everything within the written universe contains the qualities of his grace and love; it is the shroud or veil that we must slowly peel back and see greater and greater bands of light. We will traverse the rainbow of consciousness, experiencing differing vibratory levels until we reach the most supreme, the most subtle band of light; our Oneness. here we will rest once again until a soul wishes to be born out of the primordial ooze, entering into the Ganges, and dancing in the realm of samsara. Enter into Bhairava's burning fires and purify our mind constructs and only that which is true will remain; the light of Truth, the depths of the Universal void.

His blue eyes pierce my heart, flashing the brilliance of truth; I am swirling incandescent light. I am in this world, but not of it. His warm body, full of indescribable man-heat presses up to mine. We are exploring each other's energy, not moving too fast into the slipperiness of sexuality. He rocks me, holds me gently and bites into my neck. He quickly vanishes, and then the door clicks, as he rushes out to get food for the morning.  All I can feel is the space in which he once was. Where there once was heat, is now empty cold space, but to the contrary, the heat starts to build up more and more in my groins. Percolating desire builds from the assumed pressure on my G-spot; it's as if I have a girl hard-on. I just sit with this deep urge to have his heated rod pressing up against my vulva, which I'm sure would create a show of light and sexual splendor. My fantasy remains unfulfilled.

He returns with bread and eggs, makes a sandwich with avocado and peppers in his art studio kitchen which has one burner that plugs into the wall. He delivers the tea and egg sandwich, I bite into the simple morsel, yet the desire to be ravished rules my thoughts. But my heart is satisfied with the simple admiration in his eyes, the depth of his strong hands on my body. My mind drifts to the night before, when we first had contact with each other's bodies; my cooling grace pressing up against the fire in his belly. With each out-breath, his Vajra light would press down, deep into my pelvic floor, and circle back into me like a bolt of lightning. As we inhaled, it would move up our spines, and rest in the crown of our heads. We played and danced with the Shakti, or sexual life force, which felt like it was filling every cell and crevice of my body and soul with replenishing light; like the Soma quality of Siva, the vibration of his body next to mine restored me into wholeness. The yang to my yin, the output to my input, I the bowl, him the soup. There is a nature of reality that plays on duality in order to seduce us into the bliss of oneness again. 

His essence, one of indescribable light and incandescent purity, surrounds my body like in a blue orb. My whole body is uplifted by just a kiss by his soft lips. There is a vibratory quality to his being that I am failing to describe; his blueish teal eyes are clearer than the clearest skies, and deeper than the pacific. We gaze into each other, catching a still moment in time, and I realize I can see all of him; "I feel as if I am looking into the past and the future at the same time."

"You are" he state matter of faculty, as if time bending is a common practice from Swedish men born in the eighties. 

"How can that be?"

"All that I have ever experienced, all that I am and ever will be is showing through the Iris of my eye. This is the portal point where you can actually see INTO my body, and the eyes via the brain are connected to my neurology, my life experiences, and how I've integrated them into my being. Likewise, I am witnessing your past, and your interpretation of what the future may hold. I can see your fears and projections, your hopes and dreams. I can see what you aspire too, as well as what you wish to keep hidden. Who do you wish to be in this moment is the question."

I giggle, and stuff my head under his armpit in coy shyness, finding solace in the darkness of my own mind. I have never seen such a clear reflection of a soul identity. Ever. He was telling me stories of thousands of lifetimes in one soft glance of the eyeball.  I felt like when I was looking into Aere's eyes, I could see distant Pleidian realms, where beings utilized light to manifest things into being, a place of infinite strength, power and health. He looks at me with absolute confidence that we too, can utilize infinite energy on earth as well; that we can beam intention out of our minds and actualize material matter before our very eyes. Right in this moment, he reminds me that we are activated beings plunging deep into the nature of reality, exploring consciousness between two bodies. 

"What kind of cat would you be if you were a cat?" my childlike curiosity asks.

"A black panther!" he yells as he lunges at me, tackling me in a frenzy of masculine strength and prowl. He paws at my face, jokingly playing with his prey. 

"No, you're not a panther, you're a white lion!" He changes his stature into that of a regal lion, now pressing his hands as if he were a cat walking on my body. He convincingly changes his eyes as if he were hunting. 

"What kind of cat would you be, Lauviah?" Hmmmm…I ponder, then I say as I pounce on him, "A roaring Cheetah that goes for the heart first, and reaches in with my claws and eats the beating flesh!" as I teeth my way into his chest. Seductively I move my body softly around his, "or I would be a Parisian Persian Princess house cat that only wants to be fed organic milk!" I think he likes this as he softens his body to the contours of my round feminine curves. He's enjoying my body just as much as I'm enjoying the muscles in his arms and chest. I tell him he is of a different breed, a breed above the rest. 

Aere, a man of short stature, and strong build, a smell so delectable, an enthusiasm, contagious, and an undeniable hope in his eyes, portraying and unfailing Yes to every purposed equation of impossibility. When there is a Will, there is a Way. He, a true magician, combines his intention with the universe in order to manifest greatness in the world. I admire an adore. I surrender, my heart sings. 

We part ways a few hours later, I leave the art studio to vibrating bass, as he prepares for a festival in the desert, and I, a two week trip to Costa Rica. 

Lauviah, an angel, a devil, a goddess that is one letter off from Devil. She's on a mission to wake the world up with inherent bliss, with primordial vibratory sound, with Shakti, a moving imprint of Siva's unbounded grace. Everything is in everything. The potential for the greatest light, energy, and information is available. 

We just have to tap it.

What I learned last night

Curiosity, if it doesn't kill the cat, reveals why curiosity must be fulfilled, and why, sometimes curiosity doesn't need to be fulfilled.

Looks can be deceiving.

The surface is not as juicy as the filling.

A beautiful body doesn't supplement a beautiful mind.

I can squirt. Yup, juices can run out of my yoni.

More expansion, more bliss, more connection is always possible.

Meet in the heart first, and the physical connection will follow the heart.

My body wishes to be held. Really. Hold me.

Listen to your heart. Can our two heartbeats become one?

I wish, yearn, pray for a greater yoking.

Pull me out of my shell

breathe me in

and

someday

we will

take

our last exhale

and die

but death

is not the end;

it is but a giant fountain

to wash your soul clean

bathe with me in the light

let's cleanse in god's grace

delight in the transformation of matter to spirit

give our beating hearts back to the earth.

and listen here.

surrender.

let me go

we are all naked

in the eyes of the mother

can you see me?

feel me? taste the invisible?

to god.