The one and only love making there is.
Humans have confused the cosmic dance of eternal lovers with the perverted play of consuming entrapped essence. The lush bed of flowers is replaced with one of nails to bring out her bleeding body for the fallen to feast upon. If this sounds like vampirism, it's because it is. The erotica of solar feminine essence has not been present on this planet for eons. What most have experienced is her trapped form looping in bodies that merge fields to pull quantum in. It's power play to build on one another's leaking codes...the epitome of sexual misery.
There's no push and pull dynamics in lovers of God. Generating forces come together as they recognize each other through their reflection in the Divine. Love making is power of creation. True power is in God.
Comments